Qian Zichen just doesn’t know.

How could he have nosebleeds in such a cold day? He wouldn't have his inner abdomen been damaged. So now he is bleeding from his nose, and now he is bleeding from his nose. Will he be bleeding from his seven orifices next time? If this is true, then he must be not far from death.

"Not sick," Shen Qingci checked the tiger skin up and down, and saw that it was not covered with blood. She was relieved. Her tiger skin was so precious. She took a lot of effort to peel it off the tiger's body. Now it is difficult to find a tiger. Does he know?

"Not sick?" Qian Zichen still didn't believe it, "Why do you get nosebleed without illness?"

"The nosebleed is just because I'm supplementing too much."

Shen Qingci didn't sympathize with Qian Zichen at all. She kindly reminded him that he didn't listen. Who can I blame now?

“Are you too much supplemented?”

Qian Zichen was a little confused by this sentence.

"How come there is too much supplement?" He hadn't eaten anything well for a long time, except for that meat.

"Princess, can you ask me what kind of meat is that?"

"Tiger meat," Shen Qingci turned around and entered, lazy and looked messy Qian Zichen in the wind.

Tiger meat, my god, tiger meat, he actually ate tiger meat. The tiger meat is very nourishing, and the meat is not good, and few people will eat it. Tiger is also fierce. Since ancient times, those who can hit tigers can count with one hand.

But he actually ate tiger meat or two bowls. No wonder he would have nosebleeds in such cold weather.

This is definitely a big deal.

And he wanted to ask, was this tiger from the candle? But Shen Qingci had long ignored him, and he was reluctant to chase him.

Shen Qing Ciqing went out again. When she came back, there was a bundle of firewood in front of her body. The little fox was still above her shoulders. As soon as she entered, she jumped down and went to play with the fox mother.

Shen Qingci's harvest this time was very good. She made a bundle of firewood and picked up a lot of mushrooms. These were enough for her to eat for a long time.

She put the firewood at the door and took the mushrooms in. Today she was going to make some soup for herself.

It was dark outside, and Hu Hehe was hungry every day, and he didn't move even when he lay there.

Shen Qingci took out the meat from outside again, and now Qian Zichen knew that Shen Qingci buried the meat in the snow pile, so that the meat could be left for a long time. But he didn't understand, how could a noble lady from a noble family or a dignified Princess Shu know about this?

Of course, he wouldn't ask about these questions. Now he is just...

After touching his stomach, he was hungry again.

A smell of meat came from inside, and Qian Zichen knew that there was another meat to eat. He couldn't help but touch his nose, afraid that he would have bleeding again.

Between nosebleed and starving, he finally chose not to starve to death.

Shen Qingci took a bowl, scooped a full bowl into the bowl, and handed it to Qian Zichen.

"Thanks."

Qian Zichen took it and took a bite directly, and the meat was much better.

"What kind of meat is this?" What he feared the most was that Shen Qingci said again, tiger meat, and he was really afraid of eating tiger meat.

“Mountain Pork.”

Shen Qingci finally did not disappoint his expectations. This time it was indeed not a tiger meat.

Mountain pork!

Qian Zichen couldn't help swallowing again.

The mountain pork on the snow has grown for countless years, and they are all fat and strong. How did she kill a pig?

All the two little foxes, forget it, he was picky again. How could it be these two little foxes? Just their appearance, let alone the pigs, I'm afraid even rabbits can't catch them, let alone a smaller one. This is obviously the milk fox that has not been born for a long time, and it is even more impossible to catch a pig.

Qian Zichen took another bite. Sure enough, the mountain pork this time was much more fragrant. Although there was no seasoning, it was already a rare and valuable thing for a person who had been hungry.

It's always better than eating snow and bark and grass roots.

Shen Qingci gave two foxes a roasted tiger meat. She didn't like to let them eat raw, so she gave them cooked food.

After the tiger meat was roasted, she tore the meat to pieces and then placed it in front of two small ones. The two small ones started to eat and ate it very quickly. Xiao Hu was also a good girl, pushing the shredded meat from time to time with her mouth, and insisting on eating her belly every year.

After Shen Qingci washed the bowls, the two were finished eating and were rolling inside from time to time, and they were very happy to play.

Now it is almost dark. Shen Qingci never thought of going out again. When he goes out, he just picks up a bundle of firewood. Now even the firewood is still far away.

As for Qian Zichen, he was lying outside at this time, and he also laid his hands behind his head, and unconsciously sneered on the corner of his lips.

If Qian Zichen knew that he was not dead yet, I wonder what kind of face it would be?

He then held his hands tightly, closed his eyes and slowly breathed out a breath of turbid air. Now let’s not talk about anything else, the most important thing is how to overcome this difficulty.

The next day, at dawn, Shen Qingci had already woken up. She must have woken up at this time every day, and she was still asleep in the quilt every year, while Xiao Hu was also lying on her back.

Shen Qingci carefully picked up Xiao Hu and put the alley together every year.

When she came out, she saw that the person lying outside was gone. The tiger skin was neatly placed aside, and even the dead grass on the surface was neatly laid.

Why, is it that someone left or ran away?

But can she really go out on this snow-capped mountain? She didn't think too much about it. It was their business to leave and stay. Being able to go out is his life. If she couldn't go out, she would just say that he was betrayed.

After putting on her clothes, she walked into the snow and picked up firewood, looking for something to eat.

This time she walked a little longer, and the firewood was carried by her north, and the snow fell one after another, not as big as before, but with a few stars of snowflakes floating scattered, so she was not afraid of not finding her way home.

If the little Hu comes every year or the little Hu comes, they will lead the way. If they don’t come, Shen Qingci will return according to his own footprints.

She has been in the mountains for more than a month, but she has never found her way back.

When Shen Qingci came with firewood on his back, he was unexpected and found that there was a lot of firewood, and of course Qian Zichen was there too.
Chapter completed!