After the medical concubine got married, the disabled prince was so angry

"Your Majesty, it's dawn."

Maomao drove the carriage and looked at the gentle and non-dazzling golden light on the horizon.It is only at this time that the sun can be seen directly, and it looks so beautiful, like...

Maomao turned around and opened the car curtain.

Yang Xuanling fell asleep quietly in the carriage.With extremely handsome facial features, flawless jade-white skin, long black hair hanging casually around the body, with a hint of uninhibited laziness, one slender straight leg, one bent, one arm leisurely draped, and the other straight Leave it alone.

He seemed to have not slept well for a long time. His breathing was soft and quiet, and he seemed to be having a long-lost sweet dream. It was so innocent and pure that people couldn't bear to disturb the pure world in his dream.

At this time, Yang Xuanling was like the golden light in the sky, brilliant and beautiful. He could look closely without worrying about being hurt by the strong light or being blinded by the glare.

'Gululu~' The cat's five internal organs made a sound, reminding her that it was time to eat.

After rubbing his belly, Maomao looked at Yang Xuanling again. They all said that beauty is good for food, but even beauty can't really fill his stomach.

It is more practical to just bury the pot and make rice.

Maomao immediately got off the carriage and dug out the cooking utensils that had been prepared from the suitcase at the back of the carriage.

She didn't remember any experience setting fire in the wild, but she got started very quickly. It was her body's own memory.

Before long, she cooked a pot of porridge.Although nothing was added, the fragrance of fresh rice was already very tempting, and it was just right to pair with the modified beggar's chicken that she had re-simmered with oil paper and mud into the charcoal fire.

She raised her eyes to look at the carriage, wondering if the prince would eat what she made.

Just when I was thinking about whether to ask, the car curtain opened.

Yang Xuanling came out of the carriage, carrying a basket of spiritual fruits and a food box, "Eat it."

"Huh? Where did the prince conjure it up!" Maomao was shocked. There was obviously nothing like this in the carriage.

Yang Xuanling handed it to her, "Stop talking nonsense."

"...Yes, slave, I obey." Maomao took the basket and food box, "Slave... also made some food. Would you like to have a taste, Your Majesty?"

"Let's have a bowl of porridge." Yang Xuanling said calmly.

Maomao seemed to be greatly encouraged and approved, and immediately started to prepare a bowl and spoon, "Okay, slave, I will serve the porridge now."

The porridge cooked with firewood has a special aroma of fireworks. After one bite, it is fresh and glutinous, delicious and has endless aftertaste.

"This porridge..." Yang Xuanling looked at the cats, then at the firewood, and swallowed the words that came to his lips. Maybe anyone can taste the fragrance of firewood.

Cat ate the porridge, a big chicken leg and a chicken wing.

Seeing that Yang Xuanling didn't move, he thought for a while, then took an empty bowl, took off the meat from the roasted chicken one by one, put it in the bowl, and gave it to Yang Xuanling, "Would you like some meat, Your Majesty?"

Yang Xuanling looked at the meat in the bowl and replied, "Put it down."

"Okay, then the prince will eat first, while the servants will wander around."

"Go."

Maomao carried a small calico bag and walked towards the hills not far away.

Yang Xuanling didn't eat the chicken, but she didn't keep it either. Instead, she wrapped it in oil paper and put it in a storage ring.

The cat was looking around, and suddenly his eyes lit up. A cluster of green grass sprouted tender yellow flowers.

This grass is Rubesia rubescens, which only grows in winter. The colder the weather, the better it grows.Using the whole plant as medicine can treat frostbite and even restore life to frostbitten wounds.

"Great, I'll make a fortune." She carefully picked the whole plant, and she could sell it for one tael of silver.

Maomao looked around again, and when he saw no other winter grasses, he returned to the carriage.

Yang Xuanling was sitting on the shaft of the carriage, leaning against the carriage door, with a distant look in her eyes, as if she was recalling something.Hearing her footsteps, he turned his eyes and saw a faint aura on her body, and asked, "What did you do?"

"Go back to your lord, my servant has picked a winter grass." After saying that, he showed Yang Xuanling the green herb with small yellow flowers on top.

Yang Xuanling was a little surprised, "There are also spiritual herbs in this wilderness."

"Spiritual herbs?" Maomao looked at the herbs in his hand, "I used to be a herb collector, so I wanted to collect the herbs when I saw them."

"Yes." Yang Xuanling sent someone to investigate her, "Pack up and get ready to hit the road."

"My slave, I obey." Maomao said as he put away the winter grass with a handkerchief.

Yang Xuanling glanced at the spiritual grass in her hand again, paused, and then took out a jade box specifically for storing spiritual materials from the storage ring, "Use it to keep the spiritual grass from declining."

"Really?" Maomao took it in surprise, "Fresh winter grass is more valuable. It can be sold for at least two taels of silver."

"Thank you, my lord."

"Pack your things quickly."

"Yes."

Maomao is a smart person and quickly packed up. "Your Majesty, please go into the carriage and have a rest. Your servant will drive the carriage."

"You go in, I want to be quiet outside." Yang Xuanling noticed the dark blue in her eyes that she hadn't slept all night.

Maomao hesitated for a moment and asked Yang Xuanling, "Slave... can you sleep in the carriage for a while?"

"Yes." Yang Xuanling replied.

Maomao immediately climbed onto the carriage and entered the carriage, "Thank you, Your Majesty for your grace."

Yang Xuanling raised the whip in his hand and the carriage started to move forward.

The cat had nothing in mind and no worries, so he quickly fell asleep.

Yang Xuanling looked back at the car, then looked up at the bright blue sky, and suddenly her thin lips curled up slightly.

On New Year's Eve, he did not stay with his parents and children, nor did he accept Zhao Falcon's invitation to enter the palace to celebrate the New Year.

Instead, he was with a little girl... No, she seemed to be his concubine, not just a pure little girl.

The carriage walked slowly and leisurely along the official road. The flat and wide road was newly built in the past few years and there was no bumps at all.

This road was repaired by him, and even the concrete used to pave the road was the recipe given by him.But he had a very unreal feeling about this.

Lingqian said that everything in the Duke's Mansion, including the huge banquet hall, was made by her mother and was not done by him at all.

According to what Lingqian said, this straight and flat official line should be her handiwork.

There was always a voice in his heart telling him, "What Lingqian said is right. Your princess is not dead. Go find her quickly."

But soon this voice was suppressed by something again, and the pale body of Yunli's death appeared in his mind.

And every time he thought of Yunli's body, he no longer had the desire to live.If his children hadn't been young, he would have missed the rest of his life.

A snow-white bird fell from the sky and finally landed on his shoulder.

Yang Xuanling glanced at it and saw that it was the white crow used by the Duke's Mansion to send messages. It had a special bamboo tube on its leg to hold messages.

But he didn't even think about opening it, he just wanted to keep moving forward. (End of chapter)