Chapter 348 Unreliable Things

"This..." Wu Jun also looked at Mo Jinchuan, vaguely feeling that he might have misunderstood something.

Princess Yong'an was not targeting only him.

In line with the idea that it is better to let a friend die than to let me die, Wu Jun pretended to be surprised and said, "How could I be so worthy of your kindness that Your Highness would risk his life and sneak into Liang territory to see me.

I guess the princess didn't know about this beforehand, right?"

Song Yanxi sneered, "Mr. Wu really thinks highly of me."

Wu Jun was not annoyed when he heard this, and continued to watch the fun without getting upset, saying, "Your Highness's actions are bound to cause the Princess to worry, which is really wrong."

Mo Jinchuan glanced at him and suddenly asked, "I heard that you have learned good calligraphy, sir?"

Wu Jun's eyelids twitched and he dared not say anything more.

He has practiced writing well, but his tongue will be useful in the future.

Song Yanxi was too lazy to guess the riddle between the two of them, so she left after saying, "Don't be exposed to the cold wind for two hours."

As soon as she left, Wu Jun felt the temperature in the whole room drop sharply.

He couldn't help but wrap himself in the quilt, leaving only his head exposed, and said politely, "Please trouble your Highness to add fuel to the fire."

Mo Jinchuan threw a few pieces of firewood in with a sullen face and asked coldly, "Is that enough?"

Wu Jun said dryly, "That's enough. Thank you, Your Highness."

Looking at this attitude, I almost want to chop him into pieces and burn him as firewood. He still dares to say it’s not enough?

*

Outside in the kitchen, Uncle Wu looked at his wife, who was sitting on a bench wiping her tears, and whispered, "Why are you crying? The two children are going home, and we should be happy for them.

If Pingchuan's wife saw it, she would be worried."

Aunt Wu put her hands in her pockets and turned her head away, ignoring him.

She had never been to school and didn't understand the profound principles they were talking about in the house.

But there is one thing she still knows.

Once they leave, we probably won’t see each other again for the rest of our lives.

She is already this old, how many more years can she live?

Even if the two of them had a conscience, by the time they came back to see her, the grass on her grave would probably be enough to weave baskets.

The more Aunt Wu thought about this, the more upset she felt. She covered her chest with her hands and said, "Old man, why is my heart pounding?"

She murmured, "When Dahe and Leizi got into trouble, I always had this feeling."

Uncle Wu frowned and said, "Don't let your imagination run wild all day long. You're already in poor health, and you might even scare yourself into illness."

"Wu Dongsheng, can you, an old dog, speak some human language?" Aunt Wu's face turned red with anger.

Uncle Wu patted her back and soothed her, "Look at your impatience. You've been married for so many years, and you haven't said you'd change."

"Why, do you dislike me?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? We are both old, how can I dislike you wanting to find a new partner?"

Hearing this, Aunt Wu's anger instantly subsided. She sneered and said, "Go, go now. If you don't go, I, Xiao Xiumei, will look down on you."

She stood up and bumped Uncle Wu's shoulder as she walked out. She said in a rough voice, "We don't keep idle people at home. Go to the inner room and carry out the bag of flour."

"We just finished dinner, why do you need noodles? I remember there's some left in the noodle jar..."

Aunt Wu interrupted him impatiently, "Just go when I tell you to. Why all this nonsense?"

She walked out the door, looked up at the sun that was about to set, and muttered, "It gets dark so fast, we have to hurry."

Uncle Wu immediately understood what she was going to do and said in a deep voice, "Mother, you make some pancakes while I build a fire and roast some dried meat for the two children to eat on the road."

"The one in there?"

The couple's eyes met and they said in tacit agreement, "Don't worry about him."

He has shifty eyes and doesn't look like a good person.

Don't give him food, just starve to death!

*

Inside the house, Wu Jun leaned against the headboard and suddenly muttered to himself, "It will snow tonight, so it's best to leave at dawn tomorrow."

In the room across the wall, Mo Jinchuan's ears twitched. He bent down to pick up the peach wood hairpin that had fallen to the ground at some point and handed it to Song Yanxi, whispering, "I'm afraid we'll have to leave tonight."

"That's good, it saves us from more troubles."

Song Yanxi took the hairpin and casually stuffed it into a corner of the bag she was packing.

She originally thought that she would only be staying for half a month and wouldn't have many things, but she didn't expect to pack up a lot.

Most of them were small items that Mo Jinchuan brought back when he went to the town to sell mountain products, including wooden hairpins for tying hair, small and exquisite jade earrings, two boxes of lip balm, and a lifelike wooden sculpture of a girl.

Even though it wasn't the first time she saw it, Song Yanxi still felt dazed when she saw it.

Looks like, very similar.

Even if her mother and grandfather saw her, they would definitely think that this was her.

However, the bold and bright smile on the face of the wooden carved woman was something she had never had before.

Glancing at her hesitant movements, Mo Jinchuan said calmly: "If you don't like it, I'll take it out and help you throw it away."

Song Yanxi put it away decisively, raised her eyes and asked, "Your Highness, don't you need to pack your things?"

Hearing the address that instantly gave him a sense of distance, Mo Jinchuan's eyes darkened and he said, "I don't have much stuff, so it's easy to pack."

As he spoke, he demonstrated it in front of Song Yanxi.

A change of robe and two pairs of cloth shoes that Aunt Wu taught Song Yanxi to make a few days ago when the weather was good, nothing else.

He hadn't bought anything for himself in the past half month.

Even the winter clothes, shoes and socks he was wearing were exchanged for tiger bones in the town that day.

"You..." Song Yanxi's eyes flashed slightly.

They were short of money only during the first two days after their arrival, but ever since he recovered from his injury and started going into the mountains, he has never been short of money.

Every time I go to town to buy mountain products, I always bring back some, whether it is food or daily necessities.

He has never thought about himself at all?

Feeling her gaze, Mo Jinchuan tied the two ends of the bundle together into a knot and said, "It's still early, you should get some sleep first. I'll call you when we're ready to go."

As he turned to walk out, Song Yanxi called him.

She asked, "Is there anything else the prince is hiding from me about Wu Jun's expulsion from the capital?"

Mo Jinchuan turned around, his expression frank, "No."

"Then you just..."

Song Yanxi stopped talking midway through.

Since he had answered, he would not lie to her.

If he is not lying to her, then he is lying to Wu Jun?

But this person has always been cunning and is famous for his extraordinary intelligence. How could he be deceived so easily?

Mo Jinchuan curled the corners of his lips and smiled charmingly.

The voice was extremely gentle, "Don't think too much. Get some sleep and you'll understand everything."

These words were meant to coax her, but Song Yanxi just fell for it.

When she came to her senses, the man was already lying on the bed.

The man who had just been tucking in the quilt for her was nowhere to be found in the room, leaving only a faint scent of soapberries in the air.

It smells particularly reassuring.

Ever since the high fever that nearly took Song Yanxi's life subsided, she hasn't had nightmares again and often sleeps through the night.

If she hadn't had to take her pulse every day, she would even have suspected that someone had put some sleeping pills in her food.

It turned out that she was weak due to excessive blood loss.

The main symptoms are cold body, fatigue and drowsiness.

So when Song Yanxi woke up, it was already dark.

She fumbled to sit up from the bed and cursed, "Unreliable thing."

Just as he finished speaking, the door was pushed open with a creaky sound.

Mo Jinchuan held the candlestick in his hand and asked with a faint smile, "What did my wife say just now?"