The uncle borrowed some merits, and the princess drew the talisman fiercely

Zhou Shiyue felt a little unhappy.

"It's a bargain for him."

He glanced at Lu Zhaoling suspiciously and asked her in a voice that only she could hear, "Are you giving him special treatment?"

The assistant doctor, Lin Rong, Chen Deshan and other old-fashioned people started with one thousand or two thousand taels, and even the Sun family gave her a lot of money.

When it came to Zhou Muchiao, fifty taels?

This is too far off!

You can't blame him for thinking too much!

Lu Zhaoling groaned, looked at him intently, and suddenly reached out and pinched his face, pulling out a piece of cheek flesh.

"You need some pain to cover up the senseless acid!"

Does it hurt? She raised her eyebrows and asked him with her eyes.

It doesn't hurt, but where is his face!

Where is his dignity as the “imperial uncle”?

Zhou Shiyue's eyes widened in shock, and he slapped Lu Zhaoling's hand away. "Get out of here!"

He had seen it out of the corner of his eye. Zhou Muchiao was staring at them with his eyes wide open.

Zhou Muchiao was truly shocked.

Miss Lu was so courageous that she actually pinched Prince Jin's face.

"Your Highness, Miss, Young Marquis, the meat is cooked." Qingfeng brought the piece of meat over in time.

They used a branch to string the small piece of meat, picked a palm-sized leaf to hold it, and even broke off two hard grass stems to use as chopsticks. Seeing this, Lu Zhaoling's mouth twitched.

Is it necessary to be so particular in this kind of occasion?

"Who wants to eat?" Zhou Shiyue asked Lu Zhaoling.

"I don't want to eat it anyway." Lu Zhaoling took a step back.

Zhou Shiyue gave Qingfeng a look.

Qing Feng brought the meat to Zhou Muchiao.

Although only a small piece was roasted, it was indeed fragrant. No seasoning was added, but it was just roasted like this. Now they can smell a unique aroma that makes people salivate.

Even Lu Zhaoling had to admit that the meat looked and smelled really delicious.

No wonder Zhou Muchiao didn’t want to give up even though Zhou Shiyue had already told him not to eat it.

Zhou Muchiao didn't care about the fifty taels and took it, "Let me eat it."

He had to prove to King Jin that the red muntjac was not poisonous and was delicious.

"Although it's only a small piece and won't kill you, you might feel uncomfortable after eating it. Do you really want to eat it, young marquis?" Lu Zhaoling kindly reminded him.

Zhou Muchiao looked at this small piece of meat and couldn't believe it.

Can a piece of roasted meat make him uncomfortable?

He thought that maybe the prince and Miss Lu were too picky and particular about their appetites. He had to let them see it with their own eyes to dispel their concerns.

"It's fine."

Zhou Muchiao put the piece of meat into his mouth.

The meat smells really good when you put it in your mouth.

That special meaty aroma, with a little bit of fat, is roasted over the fire. Although there is no seasoning, it still has the unique aroma of fat.

This piece is really not enough to appease his stomach.

"Your Highness, this meat is even more delicious than the one I ate last time." Zhou Muchiao said.

He was determined to roast the red muntjac so that his friends could taste it.

They will have one more memory point of the capital city, and they will have endless aftertastes whenever they think of it in the future. Moreover, they will also tell their uncles and others about it after returning to Jiangnan, so that they can send their mother back to Beijing.

It's time for them to return to Beijing and live there permanently.

"Don't be impatient, wait for it to digest for a while." Lu Zhaoling said.

Zhou Shiyue glanced at Zhou Muchiao's belly with a hint of sympathy.

Lu Er never says anything without thinking. If she says she will feel uncomfortable, then she will definitely feel uncomfortable.

"Shall we go somewhere else first?" He leaned closer to Lu Zhaoling and lowered his voice. "If he starts to vomit and have diarrhea, it won't look good for you to be here."

I don't know if Zhou Muchiao can control himself. If he can't control himself, the scene will definitely be very ugly.

It’s better for Lu Er to stay away from him.

Therefore, Zhou Muchiao was ordered to wait where he was and not run around.

Qingfeng stayed here, while Qingyin and Qingbao followed Lu Zhaoling and Zhou Shiyue and walked towards the particularly lush forest in front.

Zhou Muchiao looked at their backs and sighed softly.

He said to Qing Feng, "It seems that the prince listens to Miss Lu's words. Isn't Miss Lu the second daughter of Lu Ming?"

He just didn't quite understand. What could Lu Ming's second daughter understand?

It seems that this Second Miss Lu is a little strange.

"Young Marquis, have you inquired about it?" Qing Feng asked.

"No, I just knew who she was, but I didn't ask any more questions." Zhou Muchiao said.

He knew that she was Lu Ming's second daughter. He had met the sisters Lu Zhaoyun and Lu Zhaoyue, so he felt that Lu Zhaoling was probably similar to them, and there seemed to be nothing outstanding about her except for her appearance.

Now it seems that Lu Zhaoling is not what he imagined.

"Then the young marquis will know after a few days of listening in the capital."

Qing Feng thought to himself, when we return to the capital, there will be many rumors about our young lady, and you will have a lot to hear.

Lu Zhaoling and Zhou Shiyue walked away for a while before they got down to business.

"Lu Er, what did you see just now?"

"Weiming Lake is polluted," said Lu Zhaoling.

"Hmm? The lake water still looks very clear. I don't see anything unusual."

"You can't see it." Lu Zhaoling said, "But the lake is full of dead air. This dead air probably seeped in from the ground, and the source is not from Weiming Lake."

She looked towards the forest. "That forest is where the source is. We have to go in and take a look. If I'm guessing correctly, the mountain behind the forest you mentioned before must have collapsed."

Not only did it collapse, it may have crushed someone to death.

In her eyes, the forest was filled with a dark air, but that dark air was mixed with a strange vitality.

That kind of vitality can nourish flowers, plants and trees, just like some land with many rotting corpses is the most fertile.

So the forest grows exceptionally well.

The mountain collapsed?

Zhou Shiyue frowned.

"If we want to go into the woods, it's best to go in on horseback."

Otherwise, the grass on the mountain was half a person's height, and he was afraid of scratching her.

"There are snakes in such dense grass."

As soon as he finished speaking, several riders suddenly galloped out of the woods.

For a moment, the sound of horse hooves was chaotic, mixed with their anxious cries.

"Quick, get out!"

"Where's the young marquis? Hurry up and notify him!"

Those people came galloping on horseback, and only saw the four people here when they got closer. The leader was riding a big chestnut horse and saw Lu Zhaoling first.

"Why is there a girl!" he shouted, "Hey, get out of the way!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw King Jin.

However, just as Zhou Muchiao had worried before, they had no idea who this person was.

The man shouted again, "People in front, do you hear me? Get out of the way!"

The horse did not slow down, but continued to gallop towards them with the sound of the wind.

Zhou Shiyue pulled Lu Zhaoling aside a few steps and ordered, "Knock them down."

"Yes!"

Qingyin and Qingbao received the order, jumped up immediately, and kicked the person on the horse.