Large-scale royal hunting events can be held at most once a year.

At the end of this hunt, the emperor distributed most of the prey to King Wu, which was undoubtedly a recognition of him, thinking that he was good enough in the hunt.

The officials and attendants at the scene were arranged in several rows and gathered in the open space in front of the emperor's carriage.

After the king of Wu was rewarded, he let the prey he had received taken down. Many officials were slick and wanted to take this opportunity to make an impression in front of King Wu, so they gathered around King Wu to congratulate him on winning the first place.

"When this king was young, his riding and archery skills were praised by his father. If you neglect to practice now, I'm afraid you won't have the style of the past. ”

King Wu waved his hand and refused. His words sounded very modest, but with his smug expression, it was as if to say that this king is so powerful, and he has long been good at riding and shooting.

"The prince is too humble, and it is a blessing for my Dayue country to be so brave as the prince."

King Wu and his followers, plus those who had no personal friendship, but also congratulated them because of the scene. After a while, King Wu gathered nearly ninety percent of the officials on the scene, and they sang and harmonized, which was really lively.

And the liveliness over there is in stark contrast to the desertion around Zhuo Chen.

Zhuo Chen looked at the situation on King Wu's side for a while, and was very disdainful in his heart, since the ancestor of their Dayue Kingdom was founded, they were not reckless men who only relied on strength. Only a person like King Wu would regard the art of riding and archery as a treasure itself.

"Let's go back, it's time to go back to Beijing after the hunt is over." Zhuo Chen explained to Mo Shihuan beside him, turned around and walked towards their station. Mo Shihuan only felt that Zhuo Chen left suddenly at first, but later the more he thought about it, the more worried he became, whether Zhuo Chen would be lost because of such a situation.

Originally, it was okay not to know Zhuo Chen, but the more Mo Shihuan understood Zhuo Chen, the more he discovered his excellence.

If he hadn't been harmed by Concubine Shu, Zhuo Chen's martial arts would definitely not be worse than King Wu. Coupled with his extraordinary resourcefulness, Zhuo Chen could have been like a real pride of the sky, and no one else could be in the limelight. Where is the need to rely on medicine to overdraft physical strength to kill the beast like now?

Because he was worried about Zhuo Chen's state, Mo Shihuan had no intention of going to the room to fiddle with the medicinal herbs.

Thinking that food might relieve people's pressure, in order to divert Zhuo Chen's attention, Mo Shihuan decided to try to cook for Zhuo Chen. She has been planning every step since she crossed over, and she has not yet entered the kitchen of this Dayue country, and now she can try her skills.

Cooking is like that, since she can use Dayueguo's utensils to make medicines, then cooking should be similar.

However, who knew that she still overestimated her talent......

She hadn't touched the kitchen knives herself, and she had been in trouble since the very beginning of chopping vegetables.

If you want to cut it well, you have to slow down carefully, but in the blink of an eye, it's time for lunch. Mo Shihuan, who was a little anxious, began to have a little uncoordinated hand, and an accidental kitchen knife cut a wound on her finger.

The wound is not small, and it hurts.

Feeling the pain on his fingers, Mo Shihuan was a little annoyed that he would be injured because of something like cooking.

There are no advanced potions here, so it's best to bandage your wounds quickly.

Glancing at the kitchen regretfully, Mo Shihuan handed over the dishes that he hadn't started to deal with yet. She wanted to take care of the wound in the room first, but unexpectedly met Zhuo Chen not far from the door.

"I heard that you were cooking, why are you here?"

Zhuo Chen originally just thought it was strange, but when he saw Mo Shihuan put his hands behind his back, he guessed what might happen.

"Hey, it's not ......"

Originally, I didn't think it was anything when I scratched my hand, but if Zhuo Chen knew, Mo Shihuan felt that his face would be lost. But the more she hid it, the more sure Zhuo Chen was that there was a problem.

In the end, Zhuo Chen walked directly over and took her hand, and when he saw some red wounds, he said with a faint reproach in his tone, "Why are you so careless, I haven't fallen to the point of letting my wife cook by myself." ”

When Zhuo Chen received the report from his subordinates, he had some doubts in his heart, why Mo Shihuan was suddenly interested in cooking.

Now seeing Mo Shihuan's slightly red cheeks, he was suddenly more sure of what he was thinking, but he wouldn't say this kind of thing.

"I'll help you bandage it."

Mo Shihuan nodded helplessly, opened the door and made way for Zhuo Chen.

Zhuo Chen was very careful in handling his wounds, and from her point of view, I have to say that his methods were still very professional. The cotton yarn of the medicine slid on her fingers, making her heart itch slightly.

"Well, you're all ready to go back to Beijing, you should have a lot of things to deal with."

"Nothing is more important than you."

Mo Shihuan was blushed by this sentence, she could actually see Zhuo Chen's concern for her, but there were too many things that made her unable to be honest with Zhuo Chen.

I don't know if she will have a chance to stop working with Zhuo Chen after that.

Just as she was stunned, Zhuo Chen suddenly grabbed her shoulders and rolled to the side, and two cross-darts with cold light were nailed to the place where they were originally sitting.

Mo Shihuan was shocked, and Zhuo Chen's expression became solemn.

However, although the guards were called and asked to thoroughly check whether the Assassins had been mixed in with the station, it was a pity that the guards did not find anything out of the ordinary. Zhuo Chen and Mo Shihuan glanced at each other, and they both understood what the other party was thinking, the person who just came was probably extraordinary.

When Zhuo Chen and Mo Shihuan were packing up their things, the fox kept sticking to Mo Shihuan, and although Zhuo Chen was a little dissatisfied in his heart, he couldn't open his mouth to drive it away.

By the time everyone was ready to go, it was already noon the next day.

This place is far away from the capital, and Mu'an Villa is a must-stop on the way. According to the original plan, all of them would take a break at Monk Villa. Zhuo Chen sent his own people to investigate the surroundings of Mu'an Villa first.

At the same time, inside the Muan Villa.

Zi Yunlan was listening to the report of his subordinates, looking at the drizzle outside the house, and was very much looking forward to fighting Zhuo Chen.

But God seemed to deliberately not want him to get his wish, even if Han Yunchen tried to persuade everyone to rest in Mu'an Villa, the emperor insisted on returning to the palace directly.

This surprised Zhuo Chen, he accompanied Mo Shihuan while thinking about whether his own people were too exposed, which made the emperor vigilant, or whether the other party's people let his father find clues.

"Zhuo Chen, you see that it seems to be particularly sensitive to medicinal herbs."

Mo Shihuan held the fox in his arms and teased it with medicinal herbs, and when he saw the fox's special reaction to medicinal herbs, the brilliance in Mo Shihuan's eyes couldn't be hidden.

Zhuo Chen smiled and agreed, compared to those intrigues, Mo Shihuan's appearance of concentrating on medicine was really attractive.