The Spirited Daughter-in-law and the Mountain Man
Chapter 1620 Master drank the water

Chapter 1620: 1620 Master drank the water

"Although Thousand-knot Grass grows in the Ghost Forest, it’s impossible to find it in the forest," Su Qingyue said calmly. "If it could be easily found there, why would I bother coming here myself?"

"What does master mean?"

"Even if there is Thousand-knot Grass, such rare medicinal herbs would have long been picked by people from Poison King Valley. How could it be left for outsiders?" Su Qingyue squinted slightly. "Our target is to pass through the Ghost Forest, enter Poison King Valley, and either buy or snatch the Thousand-knot Grass."

Fu Chou understood. Given the power of Poison King Valley, if they refuse to hand over the herbs, neither he nor any messenger would be a match.

That’s why the master would come personally.

"The lodging place is too far away; we can only camp out in the wilderness tonight. Go gather some firewood," Su Qingyue said, walking towards the Ghost Forest.

The sky hadn’t completely darkened yet, so it was still visible.

Though the Ghost Forest was dangerous, gathering dry firewood there would be the quickest.

For safety reasons, the two stayed at the forest’s edge rather than venturing deeper inside.

Fu Chou, exceptionally strong, directly snapped off dry tree branches with great force. Before long, he had gathered a bundle.

Su Qingyue walked a bit further and suddenly saw a large bundle of dry firewood tied with vines on the ground. Fu Chou also noticed and asked, "Master, why is there a bundled firewood here? The common people live far away from this place and wouldn’t come here for firewood. Could it be left by people from Poison King Valley?"

"No." She thought for a moment, guessing it was prepared by Xiao Yuchuan’s men.

"What about that bundle of firewood..."

Su Qingyue’s face remained expressionless. "It’s not ours, don’t take it."

Fu Chou continued to break tree branches.

Su Qingyue used vines to tie the branches he snapped into bundles.

Watching the woman bending over to bundle firewood moved Fu Chou somewhat.

She gathering firewood, him snapping branches—just like a life of farming together.

If only... he could live like this with her forever, but alas, he carried a blood sea deep hatred and could not be worthy of her.

After a short while of busying, the two had tied four large bundles of firewood, one each in hand, and arrived at the leeward side of a small earth slope.

Fu Chou set up the wood fire pile, took out the fire strikers, and ignited the fine dry branches. The dry branches mingled with larger pieces of wood grew steadily into a strong flame.

He then fetched dry food and two water pots from the horse’s back, handing one sheepskin water bag to Su Qingyue, "Master, please have some water."

Su Qingyue looked at the sheepskin water bag in her hand but didn’t take it, "You took the wrong one; this water bag is yours."

"It was my oversight." He swapped for the correct one.

She drank a few sips, "Was it an oversight or intentional?"

Fu Chou immediately kneeled on one knee, "Subordinate deserves death!"

He actually knew the first water bag he handed was his own. Suddenly, he wanted her to use it, so... her lips would touch where his lips had been, and he could taste the place her lips had touched.

Unexpectedly, despite the two identical water bags, even he could barely tell them apart, yet her mind was so meticulous.

"No next time," her voice was icy cold.

Fu Chou broke into a sweat from the tension on his forehead. The master seemed approachable at times, but if truly angered, no one would ever know how their head parted ways with their body.

If she wasn’t ruthless enough, how could she possibly control Bloodshed Pavilion?

Su Qingyue took the dry food, bit into it, finding it both dry and rough.

Dry food was made from refined flour, excessively dried for preservation.

If too dry, it was hard to swallow.

She truly missed the lavish feasts of the capital city.