When Shen Qingci was just about to get up, she was almost trampled on it every year. She quickly picked it up, and then put it into the arms of qianzichen. Looking at it, she became a little bigger and braver.

A soft little thing was suddenly stuffed in my arms, and I was frightened by the dust. When he wanted to say something more, Shen Qingci had already left.

This small one is really soft.

From childhood to adulthood, Qian Zichen has been trained as the master of his family. He has certain rules in his daily life, and his demeanor lies in this.

He had never held such a soft little thing. The first time I held this kind of animal, it was not a cat or a dog, but a fox.

The little fox is so small that it hasn't been long since it was born?

It was fun.

By the way, what is this?

His fingers seem to have touched something very strange.

What is this? It can't be where the mud is rolling, is it?

He clasped it with his hands from time to time to try to buckle it off, but the fox screamed, and his hair almost stood up. He jumped out of qianzichen's arms and grinned at him.

What does this fool want to do? Just touch its ears. What do you do with it?

It ran to Xiaohu there, next to their own fox Niang to complain, but also their own butt to qianzichen, buckle it chrysanthemum revenge, do not die.

Shen Qingci came back from the outside and picked up a large bundle of firewood, and of course brought back some hay.

She spread the hay on the outside with a thick layer. Then she threw her tiger skin, which she had just got, onto the hay. It was really cheap for him.

When she entered the cave, she saw that qianzichen was holding a firewood in her hand and was ready to throw it into the fire.

Shen Qingci in the past, opened the pot, a strong flavor of the face, but also slander two small foxes will her follow.

Shen Qingci divided the rotten tiger meat into two parts. Then he took a bowl, scooped some meat and gave the soup to qianzichen.

"Thank you," Qian Zichen took over, but he couldn't help swallowing. He didn't know how many days he had been hungry. Almost all of them were hungry to the front and back.

And he can't wait to pick up the chopsticks made of branches and gobble them up. Now he can't care what the rules and etiquette are, and the stomach is the most important thing.

This is the meat

He shook the bowl, not much delicious, to the soup is good.

After he had finished eating a bowl, he still had some sense of finishing.

"Can you?" He was embarrassed to carry the bowl, really hard to say.

"You'd better not eat any more." Shen Qing's words are good intentions. If you eat too much, you will have nosebleed. If you eat too much, you can easily make up too much. Don't ask her how she knows, how can she know?

Experience.

Because she's the one who's been compensated too much.

"Sorry, I'm really hungry."

Thousand son dust also sincerely admire his thick skin, can thick to this degree, even he himself is feeling incredible.

"You don't have to worry. When I get better, I'll go out and look for food."

Shen Qingci sighed softly, and then she scooped out another bowl for him. She didn't look down on him. She couldn't pick up his hand and let the woman carry him back to kill the chicken. Could she still find something to eat?

It's almost like eating dirt.

Qian Zichen always took it to the bowl, and then he wolfed down the food in the bowl. Until the bowl was fed, his stomach was full, and of course, he recovered some strength.

In fact, he wanted to sleep for a while, but the result was that he felt strange here. After all, there was a difference between men and women. Let him lie down in front of a woman, or a married woman. He really didn't dare.

In particular, this is not someone else, but the princess Shuo of Dazhou. He is a little bit of luck, but also dare not.

"You go to sleep outside," Shen Qingci also wants to have a rest. She will wake up after a short sleep and go out to pick up some firewood.

Qian Zichen could only stand up, but he didn't have much strength. He walked out with the help of the wall. The cave they lived in was a gourd shaped one. Shen Qingci also said that the outside was the half gourd outside.

There was a tiger skin on the hay.

This tiger skin is warm. I don't know who left it?

It seems that there is one inside.

It's a pity that he didn't have pillows. He went over and took out a few sticks from those firewood, broke them again, made a pillow for himself, and then spread some withered grass on it. This was just lying down. There was no soft inside and no warm inside. But it was also a place to sleep.Moreover, Shen Qingci was not related to him at all. He had a good intention to save him. He did not give his place to live. Even if he did, he would not have the face to live.

He is also a good man. He can't do such shameless things.

And he didn't lie down long before he was asleep. Shen Qingci also covered himself with a cloak, but how did it feel bad?

Her tiger skin, which she used to cover as a quilt, came over every year and got into the cloak and fell asleep. Even Xiao Hu was lying in one corner. At this time, one person and two foxes were sleeping soundly, and the other one was sleeping soundly.

As a result, when I was sleeping, I heard a scream outside. Also will Shen Qing's speech to shout a, scared to sit up.

Every year is also scared by the sound outside, drill into the cloak inside can not come out, or Xiao Hu pulled it out from the inside of the Cape.

Shen CI went out and grabbed his hair.

Outside, Qian Zichen's hands were in the air, and his hands were smeared with blood, and there were two tubes under his nose.

"Don't let me run over my skin."

Shen Qingci stretched out his hand and directly pulled the tiger skin to one side. It would be disgusting to drop blood on it.

Fortunately, qianzichen did not undress and sleep, otherwise, he may be ashamed and angry can be buried alive.

"Princess, what's wrong with me?"

Thousand son dust is also afraid, he has never flowed so much nosebleed, how a direct current does not stop?

Shen Qingci went to the outside of the cave, then grabbed a handful of snow from the ground, kneaded it into a ball while walking, and then pushed the snow ball into qianzichen's hand.

"Take your own snow."

Qian Zichen looked at the snow in his hand. He really wanted to cry without tears. He had no other way but to put the snow on his nose. After a while, his nose didn't bleed.

"What's wrong with me?"

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