A silly girl is reborn, and a ruthless prince loves her

"Haha, it's funny. At that time, I thought, if those bastards come to cause trouble again, I will burn down their hut."

"By the way, Miss Yan, how did you and your brother end up on this isolated island?"

Xue Bing kept talking, but Lan Jinyan didn't respond. He couldn't help but guess that his topic didn't arouse her interest.

Looking slightly sideways, he caught a glimpse of the graceful face of the man a few steps behind him, and an imperceptible glimmer flashed across his dark brown eyes.

Lan Jinyan only felt that Xue Bing's gushing voice was noisy.

Now she just wanted to get food quickly to fill her stomach, and she had no intention of talking to him about anything else.

If only he could shut up!

She prayed silently in her mind.

"Ouch!"

Just as he was thinking this, Xue Bing fell miserably.

"Are you okay?" Lan Jinyan quickly helped him up, with worry on her face.

He must not be in trouble and expect him to take her to find food.

Xue Bing fell to his knee, and a burst of pain came from his heart. The pain was so painful that he couldn't stand up straight, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

"I said to Xue Bing, just walk. There are lots of tree roots on the ground, so it's better to concentrate."

Mo An came up from behind, squeezed Lan Jinyan away, and took over her to help Xue Bing up. He looked at him grimacing in pain, with an indiscernible smile on his lips.

"Miss Yan, I'm fine." Xue Bing finally recovered and gave Lan Jinyan a grateful smile.

Without leaving a trace, he glanced at Xuanyuan Qing, who had already walked in front of him. Xue Bing's whole body seemed to have been injected with chicken blood. He stood upright, as if the person who had been thrown to the ground just now was not him.

"Thank you, little brother!" Xue Bing bowed his hand to Mo An, not minding the ridicule in his words at all, "Brother, have you seen the stone?"

He moved around on the ground in confusion. The land here was flat and there were no tree roots. Just now he clearly felt that his knee was hit by a small stone.

It's strange, why not?

"There are some rocks somewhere, aren't you hallucinating?"

Mo An held him up and walked forward without giving him any chance to refuse, "Let's go, let me help you."

"No, no, thank you very much."

Xue Bingnai couldn't resist his enthusiasm and could only thank him. Then he turned his head unwillingly and wanted to call the two people behind him to join him, but was turned back by Mo An's big palm.

As soon as they left, Lan Jinyan trotted to where Mo An had stood, squatted down, and picked up the stone that Mo An had stepped on. A strange color flashed in her clear eyes.

"What are you doing?" Xuanyuan Qing came over and noticed the gleaming light in her eyes that had not had time to dissipate.

"Hey, this." Lan Jinyan stood up, raised her hand, and there was a small stone in her palm.

She looked up at him, blinked her big and lively eyes, and smiled mysteriously at him, "Mo An is great!"

Xuanyuan Qing smiled and said nothing, brushed the stone away from her hand, took her and walked slowly.

Mo An thought that he had finally done something right.

Mo An in front seemed to have sensed something. He turned around slightly and secretly rejoiced when he saw the two people's hands clasped together.

The second prince is really hypocritical. Not long ago, he was not allowed to touch him, but now he has held his hand. Hehe, if things continue like this, they can kiss and hug him.

No, they seem to have been honest with each other, hehe.

"Little, little brother, can you please stop smiling so obscenely."

Xue Bing covered his collar, quickly stepped aside, and looked defensively at Mo An, who was smiling with evil intentions.

Mo An: "..."

When they arrived at their station, two men in dirty clothes were surrounding an earthen pot. One of them, a man with a beard, grabbed two handfuls of wheat flour from a small cloth bag and sprinkled it in. The other old man kept stirring with a dead branch.

Hearing the noise, they all looked up and saw two men and one woman following Xue Bing, and couldn't help but be extremely excited.

The bearded man was the first to react and stood up to meet them.

"Abing, who are these?"

"Dad, their boat capsized and they came here unexpectedly. I took them back to eat hot soup."

On the way back, Mo An casually made up a reason to explain to him the reason why they ended up on an isolated island.

In addition, Xuanyuan Qing and the others were wearing expensive clothes, so he believed it without much thought.

Hearing that they were also in trouble, the light of hope in Father Xue's eyes dimmed again, but he still greeted them symbolically.

"Hey, we don't have anything to eat. If you don't mind, please stay and drink some hot soup with us." The elderly Grandpa Xue staggered over and patted Father Xue on the shoulder, "Go and add some more." Son."

"father!"

Father Xue pressed the cloth bag around his waist tightly, trying to object.

"Go!" Grandpa Xue shook his head, his tone a little more forceful.

Of course he knew that there was not much food left, and no matter how much he saved, he would eventually run out.

It's better to use the remaining food and be a favor.

After living a lifetime, he can be regarded as someone who knows people well.

Just by seeing Mo An and Xuanyuan Qing, he knew that these two people were very skilled. Perhaps, he could ask them for help...

Xuanyuan Qing stood quietly, watching the interaction between their father and son. The hazy fog enveloped him, making it difficult to see the emotions in his eyes.

Xue's father knew he couldn't defeat him, so he could only glare at Xue Bing, who had made his own decision. He reluctantly walked back to the earthen pot, untied the cloth bag from his waist, stretched out his hand tremblingly and poured out the last bit of wheat flour.

"Uncle, what is this?"

When Father Xue looked up, he saw Lan Jinyan coming over and squatting on the ground, curiously looking at the things in his hands.

Remembering that they came here to share the food shamelessly, Father Xue looked unhappy and said, "Wheat flour."

"That's not right, uncle. Yan Yan remembers that wheat flour doesn't look like this. It looks so dirty."

Lan Jinyan tilted her head, stared at the gray-yellow powder in his hand, and questioned.

"Yan Yan, don't be rude." Xuanyuan Qing heard the movement on her side and came over.

His sharp eyes saw the problem at a glance, and turned to ask Grandpa Xue behind him, "Old man. Mr. Xue told me that you are refugees from Xichuan. I remember that it has been more than two years since the flood in Xichuan. The court sent I’ve gone through countless water control experts, but it still hasn’t been solved?”

The flood in Xichuan came unexpectedly. Because of a heavy rain two years ago, the flood got out of control. In the past two years, Qingyun Country spent a lot of manpower and financial resources to resettle the refugees there, but with no results.

Every time the flood recedes a little, it will rise again, making the people miserable and miserable.

Grandpa Xue smiled bitterly and shook his head, with a slight moisture in his cloudy eyes.

He sat by the fire, stirred the contents of the earthen pot with branches, and said slowly: "No, the government did not do anything. It is us, the lower class people, who are suffering."