Don't abuse the prince, the princess has remarried

Chapter 107 It's the cat, Ben the cat is right
It was already dark, and he blew the cold wind outside for a while, and the complicated mood slowly cooled down.

Hearing her delicate and long breathing, she suddenly broke the jar and walked in.

She doesn't mind every girl, so what does he care about!
Gu Qianzhou woke up from hunger.

Dizzy from hunger, his whole body was sore and limp, and when he woke up, he could smell the smell of grilled fish.

Taking a deep breath, he turned his eyes and saw the man sitting by the fire, concentrating on grilling fish.

Qing Juan's face was cut into flickering shadows by the flickering candlelight, and the sense of cutting like an ax chopping with a knife subsided a lot, instead, it became more indescribably beautiful.

Gu Qianzhou was dumbfounded for a moment.

Well, he is worthy of being the son of luck blessed by Ziwei Xing, and his appearance is also first-class.

"woke up?"

Jun Mo Shen looked at her, and asked a faint question.

Gu Qianzhou sat up wrapped in his outer robe, with a hoarse voice just waking up, "I'm hungry."

Jun Mochen handed over the grilled fish.

Gu Qianzhou took it, and began to eat it bluntly.

After taking a sip, I just feel that I can freshen my tongue.

This is so delicious too!

After wolfing down a big grilled fish, he had time to ask doubts in his heart, "Does the prince have oil and salt on him? It tastes too good."

Otherwise, how can it be roasted in the barren mountains and wild mountains to get this taste.

"Did not bring."

Jun Mochen has always cherished words like gold.

"Oh."

Gu Qianzhou continued to gnaw on the grilled fish and finished another one, only to find a pile of wild fruits piled up at his feet.

After taking a look at the various wild fruits, it was immediately clear that they were seasoned with wild fruit juice.

After getting in touch with him, I have to admit that men's ability to survive in the wild is first-class, and they are not at all like a pampered prince.

Oh, that's right, this prince grew up at the border. He has experienced various battles at the border, made great military exploits, and returned to Beijing after hard work. He is naturally different from the dandies in Beijing.

The ex-empress is a woman, and the ex-empress' natal family is full of loyalty, but it is a pity that the bones are buried in the green hills, and all the men of the family died in battle.

Although he is a prince, he was born in Tian's family, and his family relationship was weak. His mother and empress died early, and his grandfather died in battle. It seems that he is almost alone.

Gu Qianzhou looked at him, feeling a little more inexplicable for no reason.

Jun Mochen saw her big eyes looking at him brightly, with a strange feeling, his eyelids twitched and said, "Not enough?"

Gu Qianzhou nodded, "Not enough."

Jun Mochen could only hand her another one.

Gu Qianzhou ate five fish in one go, then stroked his stomach contentedly, and collapsed on the boulder beside him.

Jun Mochen looked at the pile of fish bones under her feet, then looked at her contented appearance, and suddenly thought of the cat who had eaten the fish and was satisfied.

Coupled with her fried hairy head...

It's the cat, Ben Mao, that's right.

It's just that the fried hair is a bit of an eyesore, so he raised his hand without thinking, and pressed his big palm on her head, pressing down her fried hair.

Gu Qianzhou was probably full, his mind was a little confused, and he didn't think anything was wrong, so he asked lazily, "What's wrong?"

Jun Mo paused for a moment, slowly withdrew his hand, and said lightly, "There is a mosquito."

"Oh, did you shoot dead?"

"Shot to death."

……

There was an unexpected silence in the air, only the crackling sound of the fire in my ears.

Gu Qianzhou digested there for a while with his head on his head, and then clearly felt the turbulent heat.

The whole clothes sat up, looked at the man in front of him, coughed and said, "Well, I may have stained your clothes, my lord."

Jun Mochen: "..."

(End of this chapter)