"..."

Her response was a long silence.

Although Xie Wei's face was pale, his body was slightly tense as he leaned against the dark rock, his calm posture was like a beast ready to go, and his sharp eyes suddenly fell towards her like a sword.

Jiang Xuening didn't take it seriously.

She waited for a long time, but she saw that although Xie Wei's face was extremely ugly, he slowly clenched the bow and arrow in the other hand, showing no real intention of taking any action.

So there was a "sneer".

I forgive him for not being able to do such a thing, and I don’t bother to care about him anymore, so I walked straight towards the forest beside the stream, leaving only one sentence: “I’ll go find something to eat.”

The world is really strange.

In her previous life, she had nowhere to go, so she made a special trip to pick up soup at night, and recommended herself as a pillow mat to the grand master who sat high in the hall, but the man smiled at her like smoke and dust, asking her to "respect herself"; in this life, she has self-knowledge, This glorious saint avoids like a snake and a scorpion, but unexpectedly, his ghost lingers inexplicably, and it is her turn to sneer.

Jiang Xuening had just one thought in her mind—

What nonsense!

Although there are few people in this vast mountain, it is not that there is no food.

When she was young on the farm, she liked to play around.

I know what I can eat and what I can't.

I didn't dare to go too deep along the stream. I just searched at the edge of the forest. I was lucky. I found a few edible berries that I could pick off by tiptoe.

She took a bite and carried the rest in her arms.

Although the time for this trip was not long, it was not short. When I came back, I saw a hare that had been skinned and cleaned of dirt on the rock, and there was a **** smell from the mountain stream flowing below. On the side, the blood on an arrow has not been wiped dry, apparently it was pulled from the unlucky hare not long ago. And he himself sat casually by the newly lit fire, holding a short knife in his hand, and was slowly cutting off the branches and leaves growing on a hard bamboo node.

That dagger...

Jiang Xuening had never seen her on the way.

But a long time ago, she had seen it, and even used it.

Walking over, she put down the berries in her arms. She glanced at the skinned rabbit and frowned secretly, but she didn't say anything. She just sat by the fire and picked up the berries she had gnawed before. , Said: "Sir, this knife has not been changed for several years."

Xie Wei didn't say anything, he cut the bamboo, then took the hare and put it on.

Jiang Xuening looked away: "Aren't you more comfortable being a cook than tossing around in the court?"

Xie Wei glanced at her, but still didn't answer.

Jiang Xuening stopped talking.

At this moment, the sky was already bright, and the two of them were exhausted and hungry after fleeing for a night, so they just sat quietly by the fire, looking at the rabbit that was gradually being licked by the flames.

Everything seemed quiet.

It seemed that the turbulent undercurrent and tit-for-tat confrontation not long ago had never happened at all.

they all know-

In the barren mountains and wild mountains, people are like beasts.

Here, there is neither Miss Jiang nor Miss Xie Wei, no one is more noble than anyone else in the face of life and death, and no one needs to be afraid of anyone. Even if there are thousands of troops in hand, Jinshan Yinhai piled up, now they are just single-handed, a living person. Even those hatreds, hatreds, loves, and resentments are like the mist in the morning, and they are scattered to the sky.

When taking the rabbit leg that Xie Wei handed over, Jiang Xuening was still polite and thanked.

There is no oil, salt, sauce and vinegar in the barren mountains and mountains.

But Xie Wei, this rabbit was roasted crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the fire was excellent, the golden surface was covered with a layer of oil, tearing off a piece and eating it in the mouth, the meat was even better, and you could faintly taste the tenderness of the pine branches underneath when it was burning. The scent of pine that goes up.

She almost ate her finger off.

Although it is indeed difficult to compare it with seasoning, it can be regarded as the best taste in the world at this time, this place, this situation and this situation.

In these years, Xie Wei can be regarded as an important minister in the court. As the saying goes, a gentleman stays away from the kitchen, but this person's craftsmanship has not declined?

After Jiang Xuening was half full, she couldn't help but glance at him.

Xie Weizao stamped out the fire, swept it into the stream along with the traces of the fire, stood up indifferently and said: "Let's go after eating."

Jiang Xuening saw that he tied the dagger back to his wrist, picked up the bow and arrow, wiped clean the arrow that hit the hare, and put it back into the quiver.

It's just that the blood hole on the knuckle of the index finger is still a little conspicuous.

She was really afraid that this man would die on the road.

So he said, "Is your wound all right?"

Xie Wei said: "If you didn't make trouble, it's time to heal now."

Jiang Xuening: "..."

She was really choked, and smiled: "I thought Mr. was poisoned."

Xie Wei looked back: "Just sit down and rest."

After finishing speaking, he said: "If you can distinguish what is fainting and what is resting, maybe that little three-legged cat's medical skills can save a few people from harm."

Well, it was all her fault.

For some reason, Jiang Xuening was very irritable seeing his tepid appearance. After enduring it for a while, I suppressed the urge to argue with him, picked up the uneaten berries on the ground, and followed him forward.

The two waded across the mountain stream and entered the forest on the other side.

The days of rushing are really boring.

As the old saying goes, "Wangshan can run a dead horse". Xie Wei said earlier that if you walk through this mountain, you will be able to reach Jinan Mansion. But this piece of mountains and fields is not very far away when you look at it, but you can't see the end when you walk for three to five days.

Although Jiang Xuening didn't have a coquettish temper at this time, her body was not very capable of enduring hardships.

By the third day, there were already blisters on the soles of my feet.

Even if she doesn't want to drag others down, it's hard to walk fast.

On this day, they had to cross the ridge of a mountain.

The mountain is quite steep.

After going up a few steps, she was sweating profusely, her feet were weak, if Xie Wei hadn't held her by the side, she might have fallen down.

Jiang Xuening couldn't help but smiled wryly, looked up into the sky, hid her deep worry, and said to Xie Wei: "The border gate is waiting for you to go over to take charge of the overall situation, and Her Royal Highness is in danger. I am a waste, and this journey is difficult. I'm afraid it will make things worse. You might as well leave me here and go to Jinan Mansion first, I'm in the mountains, and I won't wander around, just send someone to find me after you take care of things."

Xie Wei didn't say a word, just tugged at the hem of his clothes.

"Hiss" sounded.

He actually tore off one end from the snow-white Taoist robe that was already stained a bit, tied it directly to Jiang Xuening's hand, then tied the other end tightly around his wrist, his face sank like water, and said, "Let's go."

Jiang Xuening felt that this person was sick.

Obviously what she suggested was the best way.

But Xie Wei didn't think about it or pay attention to what she meant, he grabbed her hand and pulled her forward together.

However, what they feared most happened—

At the moment when they struggled to stand on the ridge, the new wind roared towards them!

To the north, the sky is covered with red clouds.

Climbing high and looking into the distance, it is clear that there should be all kinds of openness, but at this moment, Jiang Xuening felt a kind of suffocation and heaviness like a large army pressing down on the situation.

She looked at Xie Wei.

Xie Wei stood in the wind, fluttering in Taoist robes, only looking at the cloud that came all over the sky.

His eyes were rare and clear.

It seems that the buried dust and haze have been swept away by the biting cold wind.

She heard his calm voice: "Ning Er, it's going to snow."