The prince lay in the wing room for three or four days, and the wound on his shoulder finally stopped hurting so much, so he went to the yard for a walk.

Ming Ruo had just finished the drawings and was overworked and sat at the stone table under the tree in a daze.

"Aunt Yun." The prince came over to salute.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince is exempt from the tribute, please sit down." Ming Ruo came to his senses. Although he was younger than the Crown Prince, he still had to show concern for his younger generation. "Your Highness the Crown Prince's injury is better?"

"It's much better." The prince sat down opposite Mingruo, "Did the emperor say when will you go back to the imperial capital?"

"I didn't say when I would go back, I just said that I could only leave after the Prince's injury was better." Ming Ruo said helplessly, "There is really nothing to live in in this village, except for farmland. The mountains behind are all bare, and even the grass is sparse if you want to go out."

After hearing this complaint, the prince thought to himself that the emperor's uncle must have chosen the nearest farm to recover from his injuries and stayed in: "It's all that the emperor's uncle and the emperor's aunt have delayed the visit."

Before the prince came out, he heard from his mother that his father wanted Uncle Yun to be responsible for receiving the Nanrong mission. All the reasons were thought out - Aunt Yun was Princess Nanrong, and she was a real relative. In fact, she wanted to take the blame for the "black blame" of sending out the iron ore.

By chance, Uncle Yun took Aunt Yun out for a trip. Calculated the time, the eighth princess should have entered the imperial capital long ago, and the reception group errands will naturally not fall on Uncle Yun.

"It's nothing. I'm going back, but I'll just spend a few days here." Ming Ruo waved his hand and said it was okay.

"Did the emperor go out today?"

"Well, I said I was going to hunt in the mountains." Mingruo looked at the mountains in the distance, "but there were stones on the mountain, and there was probably no prey."

"Others may not be able to hunt anything, 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 hard for a good cook to cook without rice." Ming Ruo said with a smile.

She just casually made an excuse for Si Haochen's whereabouts. He didn't really go hunting, so how could he bring his prey back...

When the sun sets, Si Haochen just came back, and Ah Yi immediately hung a small wild goat.

The prince quickly met him and said with a smile: "I said that the emperor will definitely be able to catch prey today."

"There is no prey on the mountain. I ran for a day before I saw such a sheep." Si Haochen walked to Mingruo, "I will set a fire in the yard later to roast the sheep for you."

"I want to eat mutton skewers." Mingruo didn't expect that Si Haochen really brought his prey back.

"good."

Mingruo accompanied Si Haochen back to the house to take a shower and change his clothes. Ayi and Shiwu began to deal with their prey. The village sent a chef who could barbecue to help roast the lamb.

Si Haochen changed his clothes and saw Ming Ruo lying on the soft couch to read idle books. He sat sideways beside the couch: "What have you done today?"

"The flow chart of steelmaking has been prepared." Ming Ruo closed the book and lay directly on the pillow, "and then chatted with the prince for a few casual words."

Mingruo roughly repeated what he said to the prince to Si Haochen, so he would be in trouble in the future.

"I made up a lie, and my family's bamboo horses would go hunting and lie." Mingruo helped Si Haochen hit his shoulders very hard, "Thank you so hard."

"There is no other reason to be convinced." Si Haochen held Mingruo's little hand and brought her into his arms. "I will do whatever my beloved concubine asks me to do."

"Who did you learn this trick from..." Mingruo felt that he was about to drown in sweet words.

"I am a talented person and can learn it without a teacher." Si Haochen helped Ming Ruo clean his hair, "I will choose a piece of meat to make mutton skewers for you. If I go too late, I will probably become roasted lamb."

"Wait a minute." Mingruo found out in the space and bought Xiliang spices from Luocheng. He picked cumin and chili powder and came out, "Okay, let's go."

It was already dark, and the fire made the yard particularly bright. Mingruo picked a piece of hind legs and Si Haochen skillfully made small pieces. The remaining whole sheep was marinated with sauce and prepared to start roasting.

The prince remembered that the wontons he had eaten here on the first day were delicious, so he asked the shopkeeper to make them.

The first one to serve was the lamb skewers made by Ming Ruojiao. The grilled skewers were sprinkled with cumin and red chili powder, and the fragrance penetrated into the nose.

The prince kept praising: "Before Qiu Hunting, he often barbecued meat, and it was not as delicious as this skewers."

Mingruo also thought the chef's meat was well roasted and the heat was very well controlled. It was burnt outside and tender and juicy inside. Si Haochen didn't expect that after sprinkling these two kinds of Xiliang spices, the mutton tasted no smell at all.

Eating barbecue around the fire was not as reserved as a serious banquet. The prince told Si Haochen some irrelevant things. After a change of the subject, he asked Ming Ruo and the Eighth Princess of Nanrong how it was.

Mingruo didn't like to talk about right and wrong behind his back, and just said lightly: "I don't live in the palace often and don't know much about the Eighth Prince."

When the prince grew up in the palace, he naturally would not simply think that Aunt Yun really didn't know the temperament of the Eighth Princess. The reason for saying this is that the Eighth Princess is not good or that she is incompatible with the Eighth Princess. Since that is the case, the prince is in a much better mood. Let's fight with the third, fourth or fifth.

The outermost layer of roasted lamb is already cooked, and the chef lowers the slices and brings them up.

The shepherd's purse wontons were also good. The prince took a bite and said, "It seems that the one I used to taste better. Maybe I was hungry that day."

"Can the cook cook do the same as my wife's? The prince could eat that day, and it was completely because of their 'feeling', otherwise they wouldn't even drink the soup." Fifteen squatted on the tree and complained, "When the masters eat it well, he will take the seasonings for the cook. The cook has learned all the skills of his own and can be fully self-sufficient..."

The people who came to pick up the prince also arrived today. The prince and Si Haochen decided to leave early tomorrow morning to return to the imperial capital. After dinner, everyone went back to their room to rest early.

The next day, before dawn, the team set off. Only in this way can we return to the imperial capital before dark.

The carriage from Prince Yun's mansion was walking in front, and the prince's carriage followed behind. More than 20 guards from the East Palace were accompanying the carriage. He had just been assassinated, and the prince's psychological shadow was huge. If he had not been in the formation and had not brought hundreds of guards to accompany him, he would not dare to leave.

Mingruo was also panicked. In her eyes, the prince was now a rotten egg that caught flies, and he might be implicated by him at any time.

Seeing Mingruo's nervous look, Si Haochen couldn't help but feel funny, and pulled her into his arms and circled her: "There is a promising man, so don't worry."

"Oh." Mingruo decided to get Xiaobai out of the space, and multiple bodyguards were always safer.

When she saw Linglong waving in the space, her chin was shocked. Did Xiao Linglong take the puffing agent? It's growing too fast...
Chapter completed!