My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

Chapter 117 1.117 Secrets

In a small carriage, there are three adults and four children, and occasionally people can stretch their limbs. Most of the time, everyone consciously curls up and sits.

In addition to Qiao Wenjuan, she occupied the position of the rear wall alone, sitting comfortably, and occasionally poking out the curtains on the window to open the curtain and looking out continuously, "Come and see, I didn't see that kind of monster as the car came all the way. The green grass on the hillside is fragrant and fragrant. I'm sure that Xiangyang Town in front will be fine. "

The old lady tossed this way, already drowsy, and was awakened by her stunned throat, and her face was covered with carelessness.

No one cared for her in the car, and Qiao Mu was speechless to this "naive" aunt.

Dare to love her this is not to escape, but to go out, seeing the lackluster cheerfulness, it is almost speechless.

Qiao Wenjuan lowered the curtain and looked at the crowd. Two crooked eyebrows were wrinkled, and he sniffed his nose vigorously. "What smell?"

"Auntie, you! It smells bad!" Xiao Liner, who was in Wei Ziqin's arms, wrinkled a small bun face, fanned his chubby little hand, and answered Qiao Wenjuan's question well.

Qiao Mu was happy, but his face looked calmly at Qiao Wenjuan, who turned into a liver.

After all, it was July day. At noon, the weather was a little sultry. The previous rain did not bring a refreshing feeling, but it was even hotter after the rain.

There is not much air in the carriage, and there are so many people. I didn't feel it before. After sitting for a long time and stuffy, the taste came out.

Both Qiao Wenjuan and Mrs. Qiao rolled in the rain before and were "patronized" by the corpses. The smell on their bodies must not smell good, but Xiao Lin'er's candid words were quite funny.

Qiao Mu applauded his sister in the bottom of his heart, winking at the side of the peony.

The Shaoyao girl nodded her head immediately and said, "It's not raining now, and the slave will roll up the curtain to ventilate it."

through! through! wind! Qiao Wenjuan gritted her teeth, did she smell so bad? You also need these people to open the curtains for ventilation! Falling down the curtain in her hands resentfully, Qiao Wenjuan fluttered to the corner and sulked alone, but her noise was reduced.

The carriage stopped at the hillside, and Uncle Qiao jumped out of the carriage and shouted, "Let's take a break and let the horse eat some grass and rest before running."

"Second brother is hard." Wei Ziqin took a big cloth bag and got out of the carriage. "You take a break first, I'll just cook some noodles for everyone to eat."

"Okay, I'll go pick some branches and come back to light the fire."

Qiao Hu carried the food and got out of the car. A few children sat down and waited for food. The eyes of the snacker followed his mother eagerly.

Wei Ziqin hugged the parcel and went to work, and took out a few pots and bowls from the parcel.

Qiao Wenjuan followed, and looked at Wei Ziqin questioningly, "Ma'am, have you done so much preparation to go out in a hurry? Bring pots and pans?"

"Oh yeah, I'm used to it." Wei Ziqin gestured casually, perfunctoryly, then turned around and went to the next bar.

"No, why didn't you see this package in the car before?" Qiao Wenjuan asked.

Wei Ziqin didn't answer, and reached out to push away the figure she was blocking in front of her. "Little aunt, go a little, don't get burned by the hot soup."

The noodles were cut into small pieces in advance and placed in a small bag and a small bag, and now a parcel was taken out of the amulet by parcel, and it was just straight down.

(End of this chapter)