First Lady of the Crown Prince

Chapter 970 Going to the Island

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

 The leader, the Little Wolf King, looks young, but he has talents that are different from ordinary wolves, and he is extremely sensitive to danger.

Whenever the ice under its feet begins to thin, it can detect it and react in time, either by changing its route or slowing down.

Liao Chen 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 was going too fast and the sled almost flew up, so the four people unanimously voted to remove her.

Taoist priest Qingfeng is a road addict. Several people sat on the sled and took a nap. When they woke up, they found that Taoist priest Qingfeng and the direwolf had dragged everyone back to the border of Yan country.

Feng Wuxiu fainted on the sled and couldn't help but vomit while sitting, let alone standing up to drive the sled.

At the end of August, the first snowstorm of the year hit the ice sheet. They could not find a place to take shelter from the snow, so they could only move forward hard in the wind and snow.

 The wind and snow at this time were not heavy compared to the entire ice period. Even so, everyone felt the difficulty of moving forward.

Xiao Heng and Gu Jiao both thought of Marquis Xuanping.

It was just a light snowstorm in August, and with the help of direwolves, they were walking so hard. I can’t imagine what kind of extreme weather Marquis Xuanping had to bring the comfrey and fruits out of the ice field.

Towards evening, the wind and snow finally stopped. The group of people were almost frozen into ice sculptures on the sled, and the direwolves fell down one by one from exhaustion 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 she could no longer open her mouth and could only pronounce the words numbly and inaccurately.

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

 The driver of the sled is dusty.

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

"Hello." His lips were frozen and unable to move, so he had to make a vague sound from his mouth.

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

 Although Taoist Master Qingfeng wanted to kill him, he did not do so when he was in danger.

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

 Just now he used this method to protect Feng Wuxiu from the severe cold.

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

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

  Xiao Heng went to get dry food. Gu Jiao used skewers to string the dry food and put it on the fire to roast. Xiao Heng took out the ice fish caught along the way and fed it to the direwolves.

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

 “Sneeze!” Feng Wuxiu sneezed loudly.

Gu Jiao reached out her hand and touched his forehead.

"I'm fine, my nose is just itchy. Is it here..." He sniffed, sniffed around, and moved closer to Gu Jiao while smelling.

 “What are you doing?” Gu Jiao looked at him strangely.

Feng Wuxiu asked: "Did you hide food?"

“I didn’t.” Gu Jiao said seriously.

“Spicy.” He turned his head and sneered loudly again, “When I smell spicy, I sneeze... Sneeze! Sneeze!”

 Gu Jiao lowered her head and saw that the butcher shop in her pocket was indeed exposed.

Under Feng Wuxiu’s dumbfounded gaze, she hid the little **** without changing her expression.

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

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

"No." Taoist Master Qingfeng said coldly.

"Your brother really doesn't know how?" Liao Chen asked Feng Wuxiu, who was sitting next to Taoist Master Qingfeng.

 Feng Wuxiu nodded: "My brother doesn't know anything! He can't cook or sew!"

Liaochen looked at Taoist Master Qingfeng in bewilderment: "You don't know how to cook, how did you survive when you got lost in the woods?"

Taoist priest Qingfeng said: "Eat wild fruits."

 The corner of Liao Chen's mouth twitched.

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

Feng Wuxiu ate happily: "Brother Liaochen, the fish you grilled is so delicious! Even better than the one at Tianxiang Tower! When I get back to Shengdu...can I still eat the fish you grilled?"

Liao Chen said with a smile: "If your brother doesn't kill me, I would be willing to grill some more fish for you."

Feng Wuxiu asked doubtfully: "But why does my brother want to kill you?"

 The corner of Lie Chen’s lips curled up: “Because—”

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

 He took a bite from the dust, held the grilled fish in his hand, and said with a smile: "Because I am better than your brother, and your brother is jealous of me."

“Oh.” Feng Wuxiu buried his head in eating fish. His mouth was too busy and 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.

Liao Chen smiled, picked up another grilled fish on the shelf, and handed it to Taoist Qingfeng with a half-smile: "Three Pure Meat, you can eat it."

Taoist priest Qingfeng said calmly: "What kind of meat do you monks eat?"

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

Taoist Master Qingfeng glared at him coldly, whose brother are you?

 …

The next day, the group continued on the road. After three days, they finally saw the Dark 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 has increased, which is very convenient for returning to the island.

The direwolf pulled the sleigh to the ferry at Night Island.

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

The guards patrolling above the island discovered them, and the leader quickly asked vigilantly: "Who is coming?"

Xiao Heng showed the Dark Night Island token left by Chang Jing, and said with cold eyes: "Xuanping Marquis Mansion, Xiao Heng."

The head guard asked: "But the young marquis of Zhaodu?"

Xiao Heng said: "Exactly."

The leading guard frowned cautiously: "How do I know if you are a fake? You wait here first, and I will report to the door owner."

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

 He only gave the guards a domineering slap on the back of their heads.

All the guards: "???"

 (End of this chapter)