Chapter Forty-Eight: Someone Else's Eldest Lady

The night passed, and there was nothing serious, not even a big blow.

After a few days of escaping, Zhao Feichen was already tired, although he was full of admiration, he didn't have the heart to sleep quite sweetly. Guan Feige and Guangcheng had red eyes, as if they hadn't slept all night, as if they had been frightened all night, and they didn't know what they were afraid of.

He Qiao'er's eyes were also red, and it seemed that she had made some traps around at night, and even made some delicate wooden cooking utensils, but she was still in good spirits, after all, she was a clever hunter who was old in the mountains, and a few days of hardship were not a matter for her at all. Early in the morning, as soon as it was dawn, he began to light a fire to boil water, boil dried meat, and keep busy.

Guangcheng is very diligent, and also joined in to help, seeing that she is very skillful in her work, her hands and feet are nimble, obviously not a four-body industrious, undivided eldest lady, she actually knows how to use hot pebbles to throw into a wooden bowl filled with water to heat, which makes He Qiao'er, who is proficient in survival in the wild, look sideways.

Only Zhao Feichen and Guan Feige were left sitting next to them, staring wide-eyed, feeling embarrassed and unable to intervene if they wanted to help.

Guang Cheng didn't know where to find a delicately packaged fancy hose, carefully squeezed it into the hot water in the wooden bowl, swayed slightly, the hot water was immediately as blue as blue, she blew hot air while sending it to Guan Feige's mouth, and blocked Zhao Feichen's sight with her body.

Zhao Feichen glanced at it secretly, and said in his heart: "I rely on ...... There is also mouthwash, this Miss Guan is not small! ā€

He Qiao'er also brought a bowl of hot water at this time, and took out a salt bag for Zhao Feichen to rinse his mouth.

Zhao Feichen looked at the hot water and salt bags, and then at the blue mouthwash in people's hands, and said greedily: "What is that, can you share a little ......?"

Guangcheng turned around suddenly, grabbed the hose behind him, his round face flushed, and stammered: "This is a medicine, no, you can't give people to drink indiscriminately." ā€

Zhao Feichen pursed his lips and said in his heart: "When I am a soil bun?" What kind of medicine does you drink and vomit, a liar! ā€

"Guangcheng, the little adult is our savior, how can you lie to him?" Guan Feige blushed and said to Zhao Feichen: "The little adult has a lot of knowledge, of course he knows that this is an ointment used to gargle, and the slave family brought such a little bit before leaving home, and it was given by his mother herself, so ......"

He Qiao'er hurriedly put her mouth into Zhao Feichen's ear, and said softly with a red face: "The thing that gargles is the personal thing of the daughter's family, except for her husband, it can't be used indiscriminately......"

Zhao Feichen was stunned when he heard this, is there still this custom here? Turning to look at the salt bag in his hand, he said in his heart: "I said how a bag of salt is very exquisite, it is embroidered and fragrant, it turned out to be a personal thing of a clever girl, etc., she seems to say that it can only be used by her husband, and I have used it more than once in the past few days......

He Qiao'er saw Zhao Feichen staring at the salt bag in a daze, his face couldn't help but burn, he snatched the salt bag, poured some salt into his palm, and then immediately turned around and ran away, the high ponytail on the back of his head shook from side to side, shaking and tickling.

Zhao Feichen hurriedly lowered his head, took a small sip of hot water, rinsed his mouth with salt, and felt that his face was a little inexplicably hot behind his ears, secretly thinking that maybe the water was too hot, and his face was steaming.

Guan Feige looked at the two of them with his eyes, and felt that it was really strange that their master was not a master and a servant, and his suspicion of Zhao Feichen in his heart couldn't help but be a little shaken. is still shy, and blushing, really not like the demon of the Wind Demon Temple.

Not long after, He Qiao'er tore the boiled jerky into small pieces and brought it to the plate, the blush on her little face had not disappeared, and she whispered: "Brother Feichen, eat it, the boiled rabbit meat in white water is cold and fishy." ā€

She sat next to Zhao Feichen like a well-behaved cat, biting her own jerky in small bites, peeking at Zhao Feichen's face timidly from time to time, and hanging her little head like an electric shock, her face full of shyness.

Zhao Feichen ate the jerky without squinting, feeling uncomfortable, as if he was on pins and needles.

Guangcheng also brought a plate of meat to Guan Feige, which was torn far finer than He Qiaoer's plate, and even used meat floss to pose like a rockery, and the scalded petals were dotted with it, which was very good-looking. She said with a face full of shame: "Little Miss, let's eat first!" Go into the city and find some green and green mushrooms to match......"

Guan Feige hurriedly glanced at her and said, "We are not the eldest lady of a rich family, so what do we pay attention to, rabbit meat does not have to be eaten with green mushrooms, don't you see that it is accompanied by some petals, it's good." ā€

He Qiao'er bit Zhao Feichen's ear and said, "Brother Feichen, this young lady is not simple!" The green mushrooms in the mountains are rare, and my uncle fell off the cliff and broke a leg in order to pick one. However, it was sold for fifty gold, and my three cousins didn't worry about the dowry to marry their daughters-in-law, and they still had a few years to live a good life......"

Zhao Feichen sighed "Hmm" and whispered: "People don't want to show their wealth, I'm afraid they're afraid of being coveted, and we're not robbers, so don't hear it, don't expose it." ā€

He Qiao'er nodded obediently.

Zhao Feichen couldn't help but laugh in his heart, this Miss Guan is obviously a big lady who doesn't know the sufferings of the world, and she is mixed with unkempt hair, and she actually has to put it on a fancy plate when she eats some hares. If that's not important, how is it?

Zhao Feichen and He Qiao'er ate quickly, swept clean in two bites, and watched Guan Feige chew slowly over there, and finally waited for her to finish eating, Guangcheng actually took hot water and washed a handful of petals with morning dew.

Zhao Feichen said in his heart that this eldest lady is quite good at enjoying it, and a bowl of morning dew flower soup after the meal is very good. I didn't think that Guan Feige only took a sip, then covered his mouth and spit into the wooden bowl handed over by Guangcheng.

Only then did Zhao Feichen know that it was originally used to gargle, and he couldn't help but feel that he was really a turtle.

He laughed dryly, patted his butt and stood up and said, "I'll go out and have a look, and if there's no way, we will go into the city together." ā€

Guan Feige got up and said, "There is a little master." ā€

"Wait......" He Qiao'er suddenly turned around and pulled out a big bow from behind the trunk of the tree, and shouted, "I'll go too, I'll go." ā€

Zhao Feichen was stunned and stammered, "This ...... This is what you did last night? ā€

He didn't expect He Qiao'er to actually tie the steel rod from the base of the mountainside with several tangled green vines to make a hunting bow.

He Qiao'er raised the hunting bow in her hand triumphantly: "This stick is amazingly tough, and it is a good bow material." I tried the arrow last night, and within 100 steps, it was no problem to shoot through the tree. I named it Headshot, and if I was in danger later, I wanted it to live up to its name. It's a pity that there are not many arrows in the bag......"

"Headshot ......" killed Tengteng's name, which made Zhao Feichen shudder, and said in his heart: "This bundle of green rattan is braided with a bowstring thicker than your arm, and you can actually pull it apart ......."

…… z=z^2+c……

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