The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

I quickly turned my head to look at Sima Qing who was chopping bamboo in the distance.Huh, fortunately, a tree of bamboo hasn't been cut down yet!

Qian Huiyue, hurry up and dry yourself while Sima Qing is chopping the bamboo, otherwise the kid will come back and see my face, so he won't come back with a flying kick...

I helped Sima Yang arrange the firewood into the shape of a hill, and I couldn't help but look back at the river as deep as a mirror like jasper. Hu Xiang will be fine, right?

As if seeing my worry, Sima Yang smiled faintly while lighting the fire, his orange eyes were as clear as the clear sky: "Didn't I tell you? Hu Xiang grew up by the sea since he was a child."

Damn it, if I didn't say it earlier, the blood that caused people to worry is almost flowing backwards! [

I let out a big breath, and my heart hanging in my throat finally returned to its original place.

The surroundings suddenly fell into silence, leaving only the sound of Sima Yang's "pat pa pa pa pa" knocking on the flint.

Looking at the sporadic sparks constantly emerging, I couldn't help but wonder: "Sima Yang, can this really start a fire?"

It has been born for a long time, and the fire like a hill has never been lit. If this continues, I am doomed to escape the fate of being kicked by Sima Qing, woo woo...

"Of course!" Sima Yang hit it vigorously, and with a sound of "Zi La", sparks shot out.