Xiao Hanyu glared at him. It wasn’t he who caused him himself. If she didn’t tell me about it, she was afraid now?

"Do whatever you like? If you can't go down, stay on this mountain." Xiao Hanyu looked at him angrily, and reached out to pull out the sleeves that were tightly clenched by his hands.

"No!" Mo Qinghan's face turned pale after hearing this, and he grabbed Xiao Hanyu's sleeve tightly in his hand, and looked at her with beautiful phoenix eyes aggrievedly.

Xiao Hanyu stretched a few times, but still couldn't pull it out. He looked at him helplessly. This person really had no choice but to do anything to him. He really didn't have the heart to anger him anymore. He looked at him slowly and said, "You're waiting here, I won't leave, I just went to find some food, and I'll be back later."

"Really?" Mo Qinghan seemed to be incredible.

"Really." Xiao Hanyu sighed secretly.

"Well..." Mo Qinghan responded almost inauspiciously, let go of his hand, and walked back gently.

Xiao Hanyu rolled his eyes and walked towards the depths of the jungle at the foot of the mountain. Fortunately, it was fifteen today, and the view was clear with the moonlight. Soon, Xiao Hanyu had already beaten two pheasants and two hares and returned home with a full load.

However, if the old man knew that she used the seven-star needle he taught to hit these things, I wonder how he would feel?

When Xiao Hanyu came back and saw Mo Qinghan still sitting there, his figure looked lonely and cold. Xiao Hanyu frowned, and a picture flashed in his mind instantly, as if she had seen such a scene somewhere before. Where was it? Xiao Hanyu thought hard, but the picture flashed quickly, and Xiao Hanyu could not remember it.

"You... are you back?" Mo Qinghan heard the footsteps and saw Xiao Hanyu coming back, he looked happy and hurried over and took over the things in Xiao Hanyu's hand.

"Yes!" Xiao Hanyu responded softly, looked at Mo Qinghan, and slightly closed the doubts in his heart.

Xiao Hanyu found a flat piece of land, and then chose a concave stone. He took the clear spring on the mountain wall, boiled the water, took the pheasant and took the fur off, took out the dagger from his waist, took the hare, took the knife, and broke the belly, and completed the action in one go.

Mo Qinghan looked at Xiao Hanyu's movements in amazement, and then at the chicken rolling in the boiling water. He looked at Xiao Hanyu with beautiful big eyes and said in confusion: "Can you eat this way?"

Xiao Hanyu looked at him with a dark face. How did he survive for twenty years? Can chickens without losing their hair be eaten?

Xiao Hanyu ignored him, chose a place with good wind, set up a bonfire, stringed up the cleaned pheasants and hares, and placed them on the fire. Soon after, the fragrance had already floated out.

Xiao Hanyu washed his hands after washing water. When he turned around, he saw Mo Qinghan surrounding the bonfire, staring at the fragrant pheasant, and exclaiming. Xiao Hanyu rolled his eyes to the sky, but couldn't stand it, so he stepped forward and pulled him.

Mo Qinghan was shocked and looked at Xiao Hanyu: "What's the matter?"

"Wash your hands! How can you eat if you don't wash your hands? You can't even wash your hands, right?" Xiao Hanyu looked at his stupid look and gave him annoyed look. She found that she rolled her eyes more than in the past year.

"Oh... Yes!" Mo Qinghan blushed, and he reached into the water and washed himself obediently. He had long disappeared, and the arrogant look that did not take anyone in the world seriously, venting the cool and noble prince's aura, dumb and stupid, like a little white rabbit!

The pheasant was roasted, Xiao Hanyu looked at Mo Qinghan, his eyes flashed, and a trace of cunning flashed across him, and he threw it to him, "Let's go!"

Mo Qinghan was stunned, and quickly reached out to take it. Then he heard the sound of "Ah..." and the chicken fell to the ground.

Xiao Hanyu quickly shook out the white bi silk on his wrist, wrapped the chicken that was about to fall to the ground, and glared at Mo Qinghan angrily: "Don't throw it away if you don't want to eat it! I finally made it."

"No, no, it's too hot!" Mo Qinghan looked at Xiao Hanyu and stood there in a daze, like a child who did something wrong.

"Oh! I forgot to wrap the leaves for you." Xiao Hanyu picked up the leaves that had been prepared long ago, wrapped them up and handed them to him. She laughed in her heart, just intentionally, she did it alone, and he was just waiting to eat. There was no such beautiful thing in the world, it was too unfair.

But unfortunately, her white Biyan had some oil stains, and Caifeng was about to nag again when she washed it.

"Oh!" Mo Qinghan looked at Xiao Hanyu and slowly reached out to pick it up, but when he touched the chicken, he said "Ah!" and quickly retracted his hand.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Hanyu was stunned.

"No, nothing." Mo Qinghan put his hand behind him.

"You... take it out and let me see." Xiao Hanyu pulled Mo Qinghan's hands behind him, looked down and found that white bubbles had appeared on his palms. Unfortunately, he had a pair of white and tender hands like jade. Xiao Hanyu felt a little guilty and felt ache. What was she doing? No matter how angry he was, he couldn't do this! It was not all his fault. He was the prince of a country, so it was normal for him to not be so.

Xiao Hanyu looked at the hands full of white bubbles, feeling both distressed and self-blame. He felt distressed? Xiao Hanyu was shocked. She actually felt distressed? It was not an inexplicable heartache, but a real heartache...

Xiao Hanyu put down the chicken in his hand, took out the "white jade paste" from his clothes, and took Mo Qinghan's scalded hand. Mo Qinghan looked at her in surprise and retracted. Xiao Hanyu raised his head and glared at him. He no longer resisted. Xiao Hanyu squeezed out the white jade paste and gently applied it to him. He took out the only two handkerchiefs in his arms, one piece of each hand, and carefully wrapped it to him.

"Okay!" Xiao Hanyu looked up and saw Mo Qinghan looking at her softly. Something was flowing in her eyes, and her expression was inexplicably deep.

Xiao Hanyu suppressed his panic, let go of his hand quietly, and handed the chicken to him again, not daring to look at his eyes again, and whispered: "Eat quickly! It will be cold in a while."

"Yeah!" Mo Qinghan's eyes flashed with disappointment and soon dissipated. He watched Xiao Hanyu hand over the chicken, carefully picked it up, and slowly started eating it.

Xiao Hanyu turned around and walked towards the bonfire. The pheasant was roasted and wrapped in leaves and started eating.hf();
Chapter completed!