Chapter 150 The King Called Me to Patrol the Mountain
"You should start practicing martial arts from a young age." Si Haochen didn't mean to tease Mingruo. She was indeed a bit late for her age.
"Oh." Mingruo was born in a family of occult doctors, so he naturally understands that children are very malleable, and they miss the opportunity for enlightenment when they get older. Even if they don't miss the best time to practice, seven years is enough for a person who has to bathe and twist his hair every day.
It's a bit too long for some people.
"If it's just drying your hair, I'll help you." Before, you had to protect your heart and not use your internal energy at will. Now that your heart disease is cured, this trivial matter is no longer a problem.
"..." Of course, this kind of skill is only convenient if she masters it by herself. She can't go to Si Haochen to blow dry her hair every time after taking a bath...
However, who can’t learn it? What else can you do besides calmly accepting this reality?
"Okay, let's go back." Si Haochen picked up the bamboo basket.
Mingruo silently complained that in modern times, a hair dryer could solve the problem; in ancient times, it actually took ten or eight years of hard work. It was really difficult...
"Hmm." Mingruo followed Si Haochen, but he suddenly stopped. Due to his distraction, he bumped into Si Haochen's back, "Well..."
Si Haochen turned around and saw that Mingruo's nose was red. He frowned and stroked it gently, "Does it hurt?"
"Why stop when you're walking well?" Mingruo said angrily, "Try hitting the south wall and see if it hurts!"
"Huh...why don't you look back?" Si Haochen teased.
"Why turn around?" Mingruo rubbed his nose. Fortunately, this nose was original. If he had gone under the knife... the prosthesis would probably fly out.
"Didn't you say that I am Nan Qiang?" Si Haochen led Mingruo forward. This was unreasonable. He walked without looking at the road and complained that he was Nan Qiang.
"Haha..." Mingruo looked at the sky speechlessly. Your Highness, Prince Yun, you are going to make excuses. Your aloof persona is about to collapse. Do you want to create it or not?
Mingruo was completely impressed by Si Haochen's physique. Less than a month after the operation, he recovered as if he had been recuperating for three months. To describe his current condition in one word, it would definitely be - vigorous and vigorous.
Being tired of staying indoors every day, Mingruo decided to go for a walk in the mountains based on the principle that life is about tossing. With Xiaobai, a big killer, his safety is absolutely guaranteed.
"What are you doing?" Si Haochen put down the miscellaneous notes in his hand.
"Go and have a look on the mountain." Mingruo picked up a small backpack.
"I'll come with you." Si Haochen stood up.
"Okay." Bringing a bodyguard will double the sense of security. "Aren't you going to wear a cloak?"
"Not cold."
"Because I have inner strength?"
"Um."
Ming Ruo looked at Si Haochen with sparkling eyes. This 'inner power' was so magical, she really wanted to study it.
Si Haochen could feel Ming Ruo's burning eyes, and he was sure that it was not admiration - it was another day when he was not admired by his own princess, and he was unhappy.
The two of them walked through the woods and walked up the mountain. The mountain road was not easy to walk. Xiaobai walked in front, Mingruo followed Xiaobai, and Si Haochen followed.
"Hey." Mingruo stopped and quickly dug out a few garlic-like things with a small hoe, and said to Si Haochen, "This is lily, which has the effect of nourishing yin and moistening the lungs, clearing the heart and calming the mind. It can be used as medicine.
It can also be fried and eaten as a vegetable.”
Mingruo walked all the way up the mountain. Although he didn't find any rare medicinal materials, he still found a lot of common medicinal materials. When Mingruo dug out an oblong rhizome from the soil, Si Haochen thought it was similar to the sweet potatoes sent to the northwest.
Very similar.
"This is...white potato?"
"Ha, it's a bit like a sweet potato." Mingruo said with a smile, "This is kudzu root, which can relieve muscles and reduce fever, relieve rash, produce body fluids and quench thirst, promote yang and stop diarrhea. We will go back to make kudzu root pork ribs soup in a while, it is delicious .”
Si Haochen found it funny. This girl seemed to have gone astray: "Are you going up the mountain to collect herbs or vegetables?"
"Of course I'm here to patrol the mountains." Mingruo hummed a tune as he walked forward, "The king asked me to patrol the mountains. I'll go around the world... I'm a hard worker and not clingy. Little goblin, don’t ask me where I come from..."
The woman in front of him was very different from the Princess Nanrong he had found. Si Haochen knew that the abbot of Chongsheng Temple had some tricks, so he took Mingruo and Concubine Shen to Chongsheng Temple to distribute porridge. He also discussed Ming Ming with the abbot. Ruo, the abbot only said: "She is her, and she is not her. Everything is destined to change, only in the blink of an eye, a thousand years later."
Si Haochen asked the abbot to explain clearly what it meant to be her and not her.
The abbot smiled lightly and said nothing. After being pressed for questioning, he said, "Your Majesty, all you need to know is that she is your destined one."
Listening to the little tune Mingruo sang and looking at the beautiful figure in front of him, Si Haochen quickly followed her, a light smile spread across his lips. Even if she was really a little goblin, he would admit it. If she wanted to 'catch her' The monk is making dinner, just help her catch it!
There is a patch of rhododendrons in front, with pink flowers in bloom. Mingruo transforms into a flower-picking thief, manipulating the flowers and trees as fiercely as a tiger.
"Can this flower also be used as medicine?"
"Theoretically speaking, it is possible. It can activate blood circulation, relieve pain, and dispel wind." Mingruo threw the budded flower branches into the basket on his back. "However, many medicinal materials with the same effect are better than it."
"Then you still fold so much..."
"Can't you just turn it back and show it to see?" As expected, he has nothing in common with straight men.
"..." Si Haochen was speechless.
"Let's go back." Mingruo felt that he had gained a lot today and it was time to go home.
After returning to the hut, Mingruo first raised the azaleas with water. A large bunch of flower branches were divided into three bamboo tubes: one tube was raised with the river water in front of the hut, one tube was raised with the ice spring in the space, and the other tube was raised with the well water in the space. Yang Mingruo felt that the well water in the space was relatively sweet, and using the medical system to analyze it, it could only detect slightly more minerals that were beneficial to the human body. But she always felt that there should be some other effects, and planned to use these flower branches to do an experiment. look.
Mingruo took out two wild boar steaks from the space and put them on the cutting board. He chopped them down with a bang, leaving only a mark on the ribs, which was far from being chopped off.
"I'll do it." Si Haochen took the kitchen knife from Mingruo's hand, "How big do you want to cut?"
"This size is enough." Mingruo gestured with the size.
"Okay." Si Haochen raised his knife and put it down, bang bang bang... and the ribs of even size appeared, which was easier than cutting a radish Mingruo.
It’s true that people will die when comparing with others, and goods will be thrown away when comparing goods. Ming Ruo carefully processed the ribs and put them into the soup pot to stew.
"The ribs will be stewed for half an hour. Please help me watch the fire."
"Yeah." Si Haochen responded.
After patrolling the mountain, my clothes were stained with a lot of moss. Mingruo put the dirty clothes into a wooden basin and said, "I'm going to wash my clothes."
"Okay." Si Haochen originally wanted to go with Mingruo, but he had already accepted the task of watching the fire.
