The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife

The ice sheet at the end of August has just passed the highest temperature season of the year, and the ice layer in some places is not very thick, so the direwolves must be very careful.

The leading little wolf king looks young, but he has a talent different from ordinary wolves, and is extremely sensitive to danger.

Whenever the ice layer on the bottom of the foot starts to thin, it can sense it and respond in time, either by diverting or slowing down.

Liaochen and Xiao Heng took turns standing behind to drive the sled, giving instructions to the direwolf, and controlling the steering to maintain the stability of the sled.

Gu Jiao and Taoist Master Qingfeng also tried driving the sled.

Gu Jiao's speed was too fast, the sled almost flew up, and was voted down by the four unanimously.

Daoist Qingfeng is a road idiot, and they sat on the sled and took a nap. When they woke up, they found that Daoist Qingfeng was leading the direwolf and dragging everyone back to the border of Yan Kingdom.

Feng Wuxiu was dizzy on the sled, and even sat up and vomited, let alone let him stand up and drive the sled.

At the end of August, the ice field ushered in the first snowstorm of the year. They couldn't find a place to shelter from the snow, so they could only move forward in the snowstorm.

The blizzard at this time was not too heavy for the entire ice-bound period, but even so, everyone felt the difficulty of moving forward.

Both Xiao Heng and Gu Jiao thought of Xuan Ping Hou.

It was just a little snow in August, and with the help of direwolves, they had such a difficult journey. I can't imagine how Xuan Pinghou brought the comfrey and fruits out of the ice field in such extreme weather.

As the evening approached, the wind and snow finally stopped, and the group of people almost froze into ice sculptures on the sled, and the direwolves were so tired that they collapsed and could no longer move forward.

"Are you okay?" Xiao Heng asked Gu Jiao in his arms.

"Well, it's okay." As soon as Gu Jiao spoke, she found that her dick couldn't open anymore, and she could only numbly pronounce inaccurate sounds.

Feng Wuxiu was also protected by his brother in his arms. It was a bit cold, but fortunately he didn't freeze to death.

The sleigh driver is Liaochen.

He stood at the tail of the sled, wrapped in thick leather, wearing a leather hat that covered his ears, his long eyelashes were covered with frost, and the snow on his cheeks did not melt, almost forming Put on a cold mask.

"Hey.

"His lips had already been frozen and he couldn't move, all he could do was make a vague sound from his mouth, "Niudi (nose) nose, Daga (handle) old man (hand). "

He was wearing gloves, but the gloves were completely frozen on the reins, and his fingers were completely stiff.

Although Daoist Qingfeng really wanted to kill him, he wasn't taking advantage of his danger.

He moved his stiff body, walked over and used a dagger to pry off the ice on his glove, and slowly injected a little internal force, warming his fingertips.

Just now he used this method to resist the severe cold for Feng Wuxiu.

On the other side, Gu Jiao and Xiao Heng took firewood from the sleigh and lit a bonfire in the snow.

"There's fire, there's fire!" Feng Wuxiu hurried over, squatted down, and stretched out his hands to warm the fire.

Xiao Heng went to fetch the dry food, Gu Jiao skewered the dry food with sticks and grilled it on the fire, while Xiao Heng took out the ice fish salvaged along the way to feed the direwolves.

Gu Jiao sat in front of the fire, turned her head, and looked at him with one hand on her chin: "I don't see you feeding chickens, dogs, birds, and horses at home, but you are diligent in feeding wolves."

"Ah!" Feng Wuxiu sneezed loudly.

Gu Jiao reached out and touched his forehead.

"I'm fine, it's just an itchy nose, is it here..." He sniffed, sniffed around, and came close to Gu Jiao after smelling it.

"Why?" Gu Jiao looked at him strangely.

Feng Wuxiu asked, "Did you hide food?"

"I haven't." Gu Jiao said seriously.

"Spicy pepper." He turned his head and sneezed again, "When I smell spicy pepper, I sneeze... Achoo! Achoo!"

Gu Jiao lowered her head, and saw that the small butcher shop in her purse was really exposed.

Under Feng Wuxiu's stunned gaze, she hid the little jerky back without changing her expression.

"It's not enough to just eat these." Liaochen glanced at the dry steamed buns on the fire, leisurely went to the nearby ice to dig a hole in the ice, caught a few fat fish, and killed them. Brought back to the fire.

He sat down opposite Daoist Qingfeng, and handed him a skewered fish: "Can you grill fish?"

"No." Daoist Qingfeng said coldly.

"Your brother really doesn't know?" Liao Chen asked Feng Wuxiu who was sitting beside Taoist Qingfeng.

Feng Wuxiu nodded: "My brother can't do anything! Can't cook, can't sew clothes!"

Liaochen looked at Daoist Qingfeng in disbelief: "You don't know how to cook, how do you survive when you get lost in the woods?"

Qingfeng Taoist said: "Eat wild fruits."

The corner of Liaochen's mouth twitched.

Liao Chen's cooking skills are comparable to Gu Jiao's. The grilled fish is fresh and tender, and sprinkled with a handful of fine salt and spices, it is simply delicious in the world.

Feng Wuxiu ate it heartily: "Brother Liaochen, your grilled fish is so delicious! It's even better than the one from Tianxianglou! When I return to Shengdu...can I still eat your grilled fish?"

Liao Chen said with a smile: "If your brother doesn't kill me, I'd like to grill a few more fish for you."

Feng Wuxiu asked suspiciously: "But why did my brother kill you?"

The corner of Liao Chen's lips curled up: "Because——"

Daoist Qingfeng grabbed a fish and stuffed it coldly into Chen's mouth.

Liao Chen took a bite, took the grilled fish in his hand, and said with a smile, "Because I'm better than your brother, and your brother is jealous of me."

"Oh." Feng Wuxiu buried his head in eating the fish, his mouth was too busy, so he stopped talking for his brother.

Xiao Heng tore off the most tender part of the fish's belly and handed it to Gu Jiao.

Liaochen smiled, picked up another grilled fish on the shelf, and handed it to Daoist Qingfeng with a half-smile: "Three clean meat, you can eat it."

Daoist Qingfeng said calmly: "What kind of clean meat do you monks eat?"

Feng Wuxiu puffed his cheeks and said, "Brother, he said you can eat it!"

Daoist Qingfeng gave him a cold look, whose younger brother are you?

...

The next day, the group continued on their way. After three days, they finally saw the Dark Night Island above the ice at nightfall on the third day of September.

There have been several moderate snowstorms in the past few days. The temperature has generally dropped a lot compared to when we first set off, and the thickness of the ice layer has increased, which is very conducive to returning to the island.

The direwolf pulled the sled to the ferry on Night Isle.

It was too late, the ferry was closed, and the iron fence like a city gate blocked the way of several people.

The guards patrolling above the island spotted them, and the leader hurriedly asked vigilantly, "Who is here?"

Xiao Heng showed the token of Dark Night Island left by Chang Jing, and said with cold eyes: "Xuan Ping Hou Mansion, Xiao Heng."

The head guard asked, "But the young master of Zhaodu?"

Xiao Heng said: "Exactly."

The head guard frowned cautiously: "Why don't I know if you are a fake? You wait here first, and I will report to the sect master."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall and muscular figure descended from the sky, flew down the island to the sled, picked up Xiao Heng and Gu Jiao, and landed on the island in one swift motion!

He only gave the guards a domineering back of the head.

All the guards: "???"