The prince lay in the wing for three or four days. The wound on his shoulder finally stopped hurting so much, so he went for a walk in the yard.
Ming Ruo had just finished the drawings and was a little overworked. He was sitting at the stone table under the tree in a daze.
"Aunt Yunhuang." The prince came over and saluted.
"Your Highness, please take a seat without any courtesy." Mingruo came back to his senses. Although he was younger than the Prince, he still had to show concern for the younger generation, "Is His Royal Highness's injury better?"
"Much better." The prince sat down opposite Mingruo, "Did the emperor say when he would return to the imperial capital?"
"I didn't say when I would go back. I just said that I can't leave until His Highness the Crown Prince's injury is better." Mingruo said helplessly, "There is really no place to live in this village. There is nothing except farmland. The mountains behind are all bare.
Yes, even the grass is sparse when I want to go hiking.”
After hearing this complaint, the prince thought to himself that the emperor's uncle must have chosen the nearest Zhuangzi to stay in order to let himself recover from his injuries: "It's all because of the loneliness that delayed the emperor's uncle and his aunt's play."
Before the prince came out, he heard from his mother that his father originally wanted Uncle Yun Huang to be responsible for receiving the Nanrong delegation. The reason was already thought out - Aunt Yun Huang was Princess Nan Rong, so she was considered a real relative. In fact, she was
I want Uncle Yun to take the blame for getting rid of the iron ore.
What a coincidence, Uncle Yun Huang took Aunt Yun Huang out for fun. Calculating the time, the eighth princess should have entered the imperial capital long ago, and the errand of receiving the delegation will naturally not fall on Uncle Yun Huang.
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"It's nothing. I was going back originally, but I just stayed here for a few days." Mingruo waved her hand, saying it didn't matter.
"Is your uncle going out today?"
"Well, they said they were going hunting in the mountains." Mingruo looked at the mountains in the distance, "But these mountains are full of rocks, so there probably aren't any prey."
"Others may not be able to hunt, but the emperor's uncle will definitely gain something." The prince's eyes were full of admiration, "The emperor's uncle's archery skills are excellent."
"There is no prey on the mountain. No matter how good his archery skills are, it is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice." Mingruo said with a smile.
She just randomly made excuses for Si Haochen's whereabouts. He didn't really go hunting, so how could he bring back prey...
When Si Haochen came back as the sun set, a small wild goat hung on Ah Yi's horse.
The prince hurriedly went up to meet him and said with a smile: "I just said that your uncle will definitely be able to catch something today."
"There is no prey on the mountain. I only saw a sheep like this after running around for a whole day." Si Haochen walked up to Mingruo and said, "I will light a fire in the yard and roast the sheep for you."
"I want to eat mutton skewers." Mingruo didn't expect that Si Haochen really brought the prey back.
"good."
Mingruo accompanied Si Haochen back to the house to take a bath and change clothes, while Ah Yi and Shi Fifteen began to process the prey. The head of the village sent a cook who knew how to barbecue to help roast the lamb.
Si Haochen changed his clothes and came out. He saw Ming Ruo lying on the soft couch reading a book. He sat sideways on the couch and asked, "What did you do today?"
"I have prepared the flow chart for steelmaking." Mingruo closed the book and lay directly on the pillow, "Then I had a casual chat with the prince."
Ming Ruo roughly repeated to Si Haochen what he had said to the prince, so as to save him from getting confused later.
"I made up a lie at random, and I had to go hunting with my bamboo horse to cover up the lie." Mingruo beat Si Haochen's shoulder in a very helpless manner, "It's really hard work."
"Other reasons are not as convincing as this one." Si Haochen held Mingruo's little hand and brought her into his arms, "I will do whatever my concubine asks me to do."
"Who did you learn this trick from..." Mingruo felt like she was drowning in sweet words.
"I am gifted and self-taught." Si Haochen helped Mingruo trim his hair, "I went to choose a piece of meat to make mutton kebabs for you. I got there late, and it will probably be roasted lamb."
"Wait a minute." Mingruo found the Xiliang spices bought from Luocheng in the space. He picked out cumin and chili powder, "Okay, let's go."
The sky was already dark, and the fire illuminated the yard particularly brightly. Mingruo picked a piece of hind leg meat, and Si Haochen cut it into small pieces with skillful knife skills. The remaining whole lamb was marinated in sauce and prepared for roasting.
The prince remembered that the wontons he had eaten on the first day here were very delicious, so he asked Zhuangtou to make them.
The first thing to be served was the mutton skewers cooked by the chef Mingruojiao. The sizzling and oily meat skewers were sprinkled with cumin and red chili powder, and the aroma penetrated directly into the nose.
The prince couldn't help but praise: "I used to barbecue meat in autumn hunting, but it was not as delicious as this meat skewer."
Ming Ruo also felt that the chef grilled the meat well, with excellent control over the heat, making it caramelized on the outside and tender and juicy on the inside. Si Haochen did not expect that with the two kinds of western spices sprinkled on it, the mutton tasted not sour at all.
Eating barbecue around the fire is not as formal as a serious banquet. The prince talked to Si Haochen about some insignificant things, then changed the subject and asked Mingruo how the eighth princess of Nanrong was doing.
Mingruo didn't like talking about people behind their backs, so he just said calmly: "I don't live in the palace very often, so I don't know the Eighth Emperor Sister very well."
The prince grew up in the palace, so naturally he would not simply think that Aunt Yunhuang really didn't know the eighth princess's temperament. The reason why he said this was that either the eighth princess had a bad temperament or she was not compatible with the eighth princess. In this case, the prince's mood was good
It's much better, let's go with the third, fourth or fifth brother.
The outermost layer of the roasted lamb is already cooked. The cook slices off the meat and brings it to the table.
The shepherd's purse wontons were also ready. The prince took a bite and said, "It seems to be more delicious than the previous ones. Maybe I was hungry that day."
"Can what the cook cooks be the same as what my wife makes? The prince was able to eat it that day only because they were 'showing mercy', otherwise he wouldn't even be able to drink the soup." Fifteen squatted on a tree and cursed.
, "When the masters are finished eating, he will bring the condiments that the wife gave to the cook. He has learned the cook's skills and is completely self-sufficient..."
The people who came to take care of the prince also arrived today. The prince and Si Haochen decided to leave for the imperial capital tomorrow morning. After dinner, everyone went back to their rooms to rest early.
The next day, before dawn, the team set off so that they could return to the imperial capital before dark.
The carriage of Prince Yun's Mansion walked in front, followed by the Prince's carriage, with more than twenty guards from the East Palace accompanying the carriage. Having just suffered an assassination, the Prince's psychological shadow was huge. If Uncle Yun was not in the battle, he would not be able to bring hundreds of people with him.
The guards were accompanying him, but he didn't dare to leave.
Mingruo was also flustered. In her eyes, the prince was just a rotten egg that attracted flies, and he might get involved at any time.
Seeing Mingruo's nervous look, Si Haochen couldn't help but laugh. He pulled her into his arms and hugged her: "My husband is here, so don't worry."
"Oh." If Ming decided to get Xiaobai out of the space, multiple bodyguards would always be safer.
When she saw Linglong floating in the space, her jaw almost dropped. This, this, this, did little Linglong take a growth agent? She must be growing too fast...
