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Wen Yi's gaze lingered on the fluttering swallowtail butterflies unwillingly, and said with some regret: "If only I had a camera!"

Song Yunqian sneered, "You haven't even found the Spirit Grass and you're already thinking of eating the chicken?" With that, he strode up the mountain.

Wen Yi called out to him, "Spirit Grass is growing in a wet place on a rock, let's not walk on the mountain path, let's climb up from here!" She pointed at a rocky path next to a stream. Although it was called a road, it was actually a pile of rocks. It was very high, and it came straight down from the top of the mountain, forming a wet, black, and yellow road.

"Climb? Can you do it? " Song Yunqian looked at her coldly, and said with contempt: "Let alone climbing to the top, you can't even get up to thirty meters."

Wen Yi did not refute him and wrapped the bundle around his back. She took a step forward and turned around with a bright smile, "The truth needs to be proven, let's go!" Finished speaking, she began to climb with her bare hands.

Because the rock had been moist for a long time, it was extremely slippery. Where the edges were not sharp, there was no place to rest. Thus, this climb could be said to be very dangerous and difficult.

Wen Yi crawled out a few meters while carefully inspecting the plants on the rocks beside him. The Spirit Grass s could be said to be extraordinary, but it was still quite difficult to find them within the weeds.

Song Yunqian crawled behind her and raised his head to look at her butt. He mumbled, "Don't fart!"

Wen Yi almost lied down on the rock as she turned her head around in embarrassment, "There are some things that you can keep in your heart."

Song Yunqian replied impatiently: Continue crawling, what are you talking about?

Wen Yi silently cursed, you were clearly speaking nonsense.

As she crawled and crawled, Wen Yi felt pain in her hands. She rubbed them together and saw a leech on her wrist.

"Wow!" She screamed, her feet loosening, her body sliding straight down.

Song Yunqian was shocked, he did not have time to think, he reached out to support her, and said angrily: "What are you doing? It's fine if you die, but don't implicate This King! "

Wen Yi said with a sullen face, "There's a leech!" She flung it with all her might, but how could she shake it off when she was caught by the locust?

However, Song Yunqian looked at her happily, gloating, "It's fine, it'll leave after drinking its own blood."

Wen Yi felt goosebumps all over her body. She shuddered and turned to look at him.

"You can't do anything about it. Think of a way yourself!" Song Yunqian remembered the ghost story from last night and thought, if I let you beg me, I won't help you. Last night, you did not know whether it was to scare This King or not, but you pretended to look innocent. Today, I'll let you taste the taste of fear.

Wen Yi was about to cry. What she was most afraid of in her life were these slippery cold-blooded animals.

When Song Yunqian saw that her mouth was slowly squashing and that he was about to cry, he finally felt better. He picked up a small stone from the side and climbed over to her side and said unhappily, "I told you not to follow me earlier, it would only implicate people."

When Wen Yi saw that the leech was taken away by him, she immediately relaxed and reached out to hug him. She cried and said, "You are really a good person.

Song Yunqian's body stiffened. He had never thought that she would cry and even say that she was good.

And most importantly, the two lumps of softness on her chest were pressing down on his body, her scent was on his neck, there was no fragrance on his body, only the thick smell of sweat and the smell of grass. Because of this biological impulse, he did not immediately push away this woman that he himself loathed.

Wen Yi let go of him while he was still immersed in his emotions and wiped his face with his sleeves that were mixed with mud and tears. Her hair was messy, making her look even dirtier, but in Song Yunqian's eyes, she had a strange beauty. This kind of beauty was very different from her usual exquisite makeup. It lacked the scent of makeup and had an extra elegance and freshness.

She smiled, revealing her white teeth. Her eyes were curved and her eyebrows were curved. She said: "Alright, I'm fine now. You can continue to climb!"

Song Yunqian straightened his face, pretended to be serious, and said: "In the future, without my approval, you are not allowed to casually hug this king."

Wen Yi acknowledged, "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it just now!"

Wen Yi couldn't help but say this idiom, which was originally used randomly and indiscriminately by him, but to Song Yunqian's ears, it was actually very enjoyable. He had completely forgotten that she had hated physical contact with her before, but now, she was secretly happy because she couldn't control herself.

As he continued to climb, Wen Yi's eyes were still busy looking at the plants around him. She had mentally prepared herself to reach the top of the mountain, and if she was lucky, she would be able to find a Spirit Grass. This was because this was the most suitable place for Spirit Grass to grow.

Song Yunqian could have climbed faster than her, but he was afraid that she would miss again, so he didn't dare to overtake her and slowly climbed behind her.

After crawling for around half an hour, Wen Yi suddenly stopped, and Song Yunqian was too focused on looking at the plants at the side that he did not notice Wen Yi stopping. He angrily said, "What are you doing now?"

Wen Yi did not answer him, but stared fixedly at the weeds on her left hand.

He was stunned, and followed her gaze, only to see a stalk of grass that looked familiar. He cried out in shock, "It's a Spirit Grass?" He held himself up with one hand and compared the blueprints with the other.

"It's the Spirit Grass!" There was no joy in Wen Yi's voice, only a faint sigh.

"Then why aren't you digging?" Song Yunqian said, and then crawled over.

Wen Yi said: "Wait!" She followed and looked at Song Yunqian helplessly: "This Spirit Grass is so big, its roots must be very deep and completely buried in the soil under the rocks. It's easy for us to get its stems and leaves, but very difficult to get its roots out."

Song Yunqian dug up the surrounding weeds and threw them behind him. Sure enough, he saw that all of the Spirit Grass's roots were under the stone layers, and it had grown out from the crevices in the stone.

"Why would such a fine thing grow by a wet rock?" Song Yunqian could not help but be infuriated. After searching for so long and finally finding it, he was faced with a result that he could not pluck. It was as if he had finally obtained a treasure, only to discover that the treasure could not be taken away. He could only stay and admire it.

"Generally speaking, Spirit Grass grow on the soil beside the rocks. This overgrown one is quite troublesome." Wen Yi gently pushed away the leaves to have a look. The nearby rocks were deeply ingrained, and were all connected together, making it impossible to move them away. She could only think of a way to carefully dig them out. However, there was no absolute confidence that she could dig it out.

"Then what should we do?" Song Yunqian was actually confused, and asked about Wen Yi. Then, he realised that asking her the other way was asking her for praise, so he said unhappily: "There's no other way, let's just do it this way, we'll just be careful."

Wen Yi was also in favor of it, and said: "We've searched for so long to find it, so naturally we can't give up so easily. Besides, there's another stalk here, and we probably won't be able to find another one in the mountain."

She took out her dagger and said with some regret, "I should have bought a shovel!"

If the dagger was too sharp, it could easily injure the root. The reason why the root had to be attached was because Spirit Grass could easily wither. Once withering, the medicinal value of the dagger would decrease greatly. The medicinal value of the root was higher than the stem and leaf. This was also the reason why Wen Yi had to dig it out along with the root.

Song Yunqian watched closely from the side. Seeing that he was focused on digging the Spirit Grass, his movements was very gentle and careful. He agilely moved up and down the soil, clearing the entire area out.

He handed the dagger to her and put it away, then broke a branch from the side and slowly pulled it towards the root. But because it was a crack in the rock, there was not much that could be dug out.

Wen Yi thought for a while, then took out a water bottle and poured all the water into it to moisturize the soil, then used a tree branch to poke at the mud on the ground in an attempt to loosen her grip.

Only the effect was less obvious, because the place itself was damp. It was probably because the Spirit Grass's roots were sucked in by the rocks and buried very deeply, so doing like this was of no use.

The two of them were somewhat dejected. Song Yunqian became even more impatient and said hatefully: "To think that we would be defeated all the way here, could it be that the heavens do not pity us, poor sister-in-law is such a good person!"

Wen Yi was not discouraged, she said: "Let me try!"

Song Yunqian glanced at her, "Try it, I'll climb forward and see if there's still anyone!" In his heart, however, she had given up on this Spirit Grass. He couldn't even dig it out, so what else could she think of?

"Un, alright, let's split up!" Wen Yi replied.

Song Yunqian climbed along the rocks. Fortunately the sun was shining today, even the cold rocks by the stream did not feel cold.

There were many plants growing in the soil next to the rocks. He kept climbing and rolling his eyes. The higher he climbed, the more disappointed he was.

He raised his head and saw that there was still a long way to go before the peak of the mountain, and the rocks were getting more and more moist. Gradually, he felt water dripping down the rocks and even though his clothes were half wet, he still did not want to give up.

Sometimes, when he saw a similar plant, his heart would pound against his chest. When he got closer to look, he would see that it was not a Spirit Grass, and that kind of disappointment and defeat was tormenting him, he did not easily give up, but because he was short on time, every second he passed, the danger that represented his royal sister-in-law was increased. Because of this emotion, he was very worried.

He crawled to a relatively levelled place before stopping and standing up straight. He had already crawled a long distance and the rocky road had nine bends and thirteen bends. He could no longer see Wen Yi's figure.

Remembering that the woman was very timid (Okay, she wasn't afraid of ghosts), he started to worry. Let's go back and think of something.

He used a light movement technique to jump down, but it was difficult in times of need. Just like that, he climbed for an hour before returning in a quarter of an hour.

At this moment, he suddenly heard Wen Yi's shout, "Ah …"

He was anxious and did not hesitate to use his Qing Gong to fly down.