"Lord Wang, it's dawn."

The cat drove the carriage and looked at the gentle and undazzling golden light on the horizon. Only at this time can the sunlight be seen directly, and it looks so beautiful, just like ......

The cat turned around and lifted the curtain.

Yang Xuanling fell asleep quietly in the carriage. Handsome facial features, jade white and flawless skin, long black hair casually draped at the side, with a trace of uninhibited and lazy atmosphere, slender and straight legs, one bent, idly holding one arm, one lying straight.

He seemed to have not slept well for a long time, his breathing was soft and quiet, and he seemed to be having a sweet dream that he had not seen for a long time, 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 on the horizon, brilliant and beautiful, and he could watch it up close without worrying about being hurt by the strong light, or shaking his eyes so much.

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

Rubbing his belly, the cat looked at Yang Xuanling again, and said that the beauty was delicious, but the beauty could not really fill the stomach.

It's better to bury the pot and make rice, which is more realistic.

Immediately, the cat got out of the carriage and took out the cooking utensils that had been prepared long ago from the trunk at the back of the carriage.

She doesn't remember the experience of setting up a fire in the wild, but she got started very quickly, and it was her body's own memory.

It didn't take long for her to boil a pot of porridge. Although she didn't put anything, the fragrance of the fresh rice was already very tempting, and it was just right with her improved called Hua Chicken that she threw into the charcoal fire with oiled paper and mud to re-simmer.

She looked up at the carriage, wondering if the prince would eat what she had made.

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

Yang Xuanling came out of the carriage, still carrying a basket of spirit fruits and a food box in his hand, "Eat." ”

"Huh? Where did the prince come from! The cat was shocked, there was no such thing in the carriage.

Yang Xuanling handed it to her, "Less nonsense." ”

“…… Yes, the slave and the maid obeyed. The cat took the basket and the food box, and the slave maid also ...... I also made some food, do you want to taste it? ”

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

The cat seemed to be greatly encouraged and recognized, and immediately started to prepare the bowls and spoons, "Okay, the slave will serve the porridge." ”

The porridge boiled by firewood and grass has a special smoke aroma, and after a bite, it is delicious and delicious.

"This porridge ......" Yang Xuanling looked at the cat, then at the firewood and grass fire, and swallowed back the words that came to his mouth, maybe anyone can boil out the taste of this firewood and grass.

The cat ate porridge and ate a large chicken leg and a chicken wing.

Seeing that Yang Xuanling didn't move, he thought about it, so he took an empty bowl, took off the meat on the roast chicken one by one, put it in the bowl, and served it to Yang Xuanling, "Do you want to eat some meat?" ”

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

"Okay, then the prince will eat first, and the slaves and maids will go around."

"Go ahead."

The cat carried a small flower cloth bag and walked towards the hill not far away.

Yang Xuanling didn't eat the chicken, but he didn't leave it either, but wrapped it in oiled paper and put it in the storage ring.

The cat looked around, and suddenly her eyes lit up, and a cluster of green grass bloomed tender little yellow flowers.

This grass is a winter grass that only grows in winter, and the colder the day, the better it grows. It can be used as a medicine to treat frostbite and even bring frostbitten wounds back to life.

"Great, make a fortune." She carefully picked the whole plant, and this one could be sold for a tael of silver.

The cat searched around again, but saw no more hollining, and went back to the carriage.

Yang Xuanling sat on the wheel of the carriage, leaning on the door of the carriage, his eyes were far away, as if he was recalling something.

Hearing her footsteps, he turned his gaze and saw a faint aura on her, and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

"Back to the prince, the slave maid picked a Dongling grass." As he spoke, he also showed Yang Xuanling the herb that was full of green and small yellow flowers.

Yang Xuanling was a little surprised, "In this wilderness, there is also spirit grass. ”

"Spirit grass?" The cat looked at the herbs in her hand, "The slave used to be a medicine picker, so when she saw the herbs, she wanted to accept them." ”

"Hmm." Yang Xuanling has sent someone to investigate her, "Pack up and get ready to go on the road." ”

"The slave obeys." When the cat speaks, he should put away the orion grass with a handkerchief.

Yang Xuanling glanced at the spirit grass in her hand again, paused, and then took out a jade box from the storage ring that was dedicated to preserving spirit materials, "Use it, you can keep the spirit grass alive." ”

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

"Thank you, Lord Wang."

"Hurry up and pick up your stuff."

"Yes."

The cat is a clever person, and it was quickly cleaned up, "The prince should go into the carriage and rest, and the slave and maid will come to 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.

The cat hesitated for a moment and asked Yang Xuanling, "The slave ...... Can you sleep in the carriage for a while? ”

"Yes." Yang Xuanling replied.

The cat immediately climbed into the carriage and entered the carriage, "Thank you for your grace." ”

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

The cat had nothing to do in her heart, and she didn't have anything to worry about, and soon fell asleep.

Yang Xuanling looked back at the carriage, then looked up at the bright blue sky, and suddenly his thin lips hooked shallowly.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, he was not with his parents and children, nor did he enter the palace at the invitation of Zhao Ying to celebrate the New Year's Day.

Instead, with a little girl...... No, she seems to be her own side princess, and she is not a pure little girl.

The carriage walked slowly along the official road, and the flat and wide road surface was newly built in recent years, and it was not bumpy at all.

This is what he asked people to build, and even the concrete for paving the road is also the recipe he gave. But he had a very unreal sense of this.

Lingqian said that everything in the Guogong Mansion, the big and big banquet hall, was made by her mother, and it was not him at all.

According to what Lingqian said, this straight and flat official road should also 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." ”

But soon the voice was silenced by something, and the pale body of Yun Miao after his death appeared in his mind.

And every time he thinks of Yun Mao's body, he doesn't even have the desire to live. If it weren't for the fact that the children were still young, he would have missed this life.

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

Yang Xuanling glanced at it, it was the white crow used by the Guogong Mansion to transmit messages, and there was a bamboo tube specially for holding letters on its legs.

He didn't even have the idea of opening, he just wanted to keep going. (End of chapter)