Chapter 973: What's he sick

When Shen Qingci was about to get up, she was stepped on by a few years. She picked it up quickly, then stuffed it into Qian Zichen’s arms, and looked at it. It’s getting bigger recently. Some are bolder.
A soft little thing was suddenly stuffed in his arms, which shocked Qian Zichen. When he had to say something, Shen Qingci had already left.
This little one is really soft.
Since childhood, Qian Zichen has been treated as a master of the family, and he has been specially trained. He also has certain rules and rules in his daily life. And everyone's demeanor is here.
He really had never held such a soft little thing. And for the first time, it was not a cat or dog, but a fox.
The little fox is really small. It hasn't been long since he was born, right?
It's really fun.
By the way, what is this?
His fingers seemed to touch something very strange.
What is this, isn't it where the mud is rolling?
He clasped his hands from time to time, just to buckle this thing off, but the fox screamed, almost all the hair on his body stood up, and he jumped out of Qian Zichen’s arms. , Also grinning at him.
What does this stupid man want to do, just touch his ears, and what does he clasp him for?
It ran to Xiao Hu and complained next to his mother fox. It also pointed its at Qian Zichen, buckling its hatred of chrysanthemums, which was not shared.
When Shen Qingci came back from outside, he picked up a large bundle of firewood, and of course he also brought back some hay.
She spread the hay on the outside with a thick layer, and then threw the tiger skin that she got on top of the hay, which was really cheap for him.
She walked into the cave and saw that Qian Zichen was holding a firewood in his hand, preparing to throw it into the fire.
Shen Qingci went over, opened the pot, and a strong smell came upon her, and two slanderous little foxes followed her.
Shen Qingci divided the badly cooked tiger meat into two pieces, and then took a bowl, scooped up some meat and soup, and handed it to Qian Zichen.
"Thank you," Qian Zichen took it, and he couldn't help but swallowed, and he didn't know how many days he was hungry, and he was almost hungry until his chest was pressed against his back.
And he couldn't wait. He picked up the chopsticks made of tree branches and ate it hungrily. Now he can care about any rules and etiquette, and his stomach is the most important thing.
This is the meat...
He shook the bowl. There was nothing delicious, but the soup was good.
After he ate a bowl, he still had a little aftertaste.
"Can you?" He was embarrassed holding the bowl, really hard to speak.
"You still don't want to eat anymore." Shen Qingci is kind. If you eat too much of this food, you will get a nosebleed. If you eat too much, you can easily make up your head. Don't ask how she knows, how else can she know?
Talk of experience.
Because she is the one who was made up too much.
"Sorry, I'm really hungry."
Qian Zichen also sincerely admired his cheeky, being so thick that even he himself felt incredible.
"Don't worry, when I recover a little bit, I will go out looking for food."
Shen Qingci sighed softly, and then scooped another bowl for him, and she didn't look down on him, because he couldn't hold his hand on his shoulders, and asked the woman to carry him back. Can I still find something to eat?
It's almost the same to eat soil.
Qian Zichen always arrived at the bowl, and then he ate the contents of the bowl. After the bowl was eaten, his stomach was full, and of course he recovered some strength.
He actually wanted to sleep for a while, but in the end it felt a little weird. After all, there are differences between men and women. If he lay down in front of a woman, he still had a married woman. He really didn't dare.
Especially this is not someone else, but the Princess Shuo of Da Zhou, he is a little bit of trouble and dare not.
"You go to sleep outside," Shen Qingci is also about to rest, she will wake up after a while, and then go out to collect some firewood.
Qian Zichen could only stand up, but without much effort, he supported the wall and walked out. The cave where they lived at this time was a gourd-shaped cave. Shen Qingci also said that the outside was the half of the gourd outside.
I saw some hay spread outside, and there was also a tiger skin on the hay.
This tiger skin is so warm, I don’t know who left it?
It seems that there is also one inside just inside.
It was a pity that there was no pillow. He walked over and took out a few from the firewood. Then he broke it and made a pillow for himself. Then he spread some withered grass on it. This was to lie down. There is no softness inside, no warmth inside, but after all, it is also a place to sleep.
Moreover, Shen Qingci and him were unkind, and it was kind to save him, and he didn't give him the place where he lived. Even if he gave it to him, he would have no face to live.
Those who eat or live in other people's houses have to be rescued. He is also a good man at any rate. He can't do such shameless things.
And he was already asleep shortly after lying down. Shen Qingci also put a cloak on himself, but why did he feel uncomfortable?
Her tiger skin was originally used as a quilt
When I ran over every year, I got into the cloak and fell asleep. Even Xiao Hu was lying in a corner. At this time, one person and two foxes were sleeping soundly, and the person outside was sleeping soundly.
It turned out that when I was sleeping in confusion, I heard a scream from outside. Shen Qing resigned and sat up in shock.
Nian Nian was also frightened by the noise outside, and he couldn't get out of the cloak, but Xiao Hu pulled it out of the cloak.
Shen Qingci grabbed his hair and walked out.
Outside, Qian Zichen put his hands in the air, and smeared blood on his hand, and there were two tubes of blood flowing out under his nose.
"Don't run on my tiger skin."
Shen Qingci stretched out his hand and pulled the tiger skin to the side. It would be disgusting if the blood dripped.
Fortunately, Qian Zichen didn't take off his clothes and slept, otherwise, he might be ashamed and angry to bury himself alive.
"Wang Hao, what happened to me?"
Qian Zichen was also scared. He had never had so many nosebleeds before, so why kept bleeding?
Shen Qingci resigned and walked outside the cave, then grabbed a handful of snow from the ground and came back, kneading it into a ball as he walked, and then stuffed the snow ball into Qian Zichen's hand.
"Take the snow wipe yourself."
Qian Zichen looked at the snowball in his hand, really wanting to cry without tears, and there was no other way, so he could only put the snowball on his nose. After a while, his nose really stopped bleeding. .
"What's wrong with me?"