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Murong Mingzhu was chewing the soft and sweet glutinous rice cake in his mouth. The sesame brown sugar water that was wrapped inside had flowed into his hand. He was afraid of dirtying the blanket, so he started to lick it.

When Wen Jingrong lifted the curtain and walked out of the room, she saw a scene like this. Murong Mingzhu, who was as beautiful as a jade, was like a cat as he licked his hands with the tip of his red tongue. She was in a daze, but it was obvious that the other person had heard her and raised her head. The moment she realized that she was looking at her shameful actions, she couldn't help but blush. She didn't even realize that the brown sugar water had dripped onto her blanket.

"Hurry up and eat it. It'll all be eaten by the blanket later on."

For some reason, her face was burning. Wen Jingrong covered her face with her arms and carried the wet blanket to the front of the house to dry.

After she had finished packing, Murong Mingzhu finally finished the snacks in his hand. He still looked a bit shy when he saw her.

Wen Jingrong had already calmed down. She placed her hand on his forehead naturally and felt the temperature drop. Relieved, she turned around and placed the herbs left behind by Doctor Niu on the pot to simmer.

He looked back at the ground and couldn't just leave him there. Wen Jingrong carried him in her arms and set him down in front of the small round table. She then tidied up the bed and washed it with brown sugar water and dried it with the sun. Luckily, she still had some silk from last time and cut out two pieces. Wen Jingrong clapped her hands and put away the rest of the cloth, then carried Murong Mingzhu and put him back into bed.

Murong Mingzhu, who had been tossed around like a sandbag the whole time: "..."

However, there was nothing for him to worry about. Wen Jingrong turned around and brought him some herbs, which were used to nourish his spleen and stomach. Although it wasn't bitter, it tasted the same as most of the traditional Chinese medicines.

Hei Feng, who had been monitoring them for the whole night, opened his mouth in surprise when he saw his master frowning and drinking the medicine obediently. Although Hei Feng knew that his master accidentally knocked his head when he fell into the water and lost his memory, he couldn't help but be surprised when he saw Hei Feng drink the medicine so cooperatively.

He turned his eyes back to the woman who was busying herself in front of the earth stove. He knew her name was Niu Xiaobao. His parents had been killed by a beam that fell down when they were reconstructing the ancestral hall in the village. This kind of woman from the countryside was supposed to be so ordinary that it couldn't be any more common. However, Hei Feng's intuition told him that this woman was not simple. Perhaps the Prince himself had also noticed …

This time, they were following Emperor Xuan Zheng's dictation to go to the western part of Hunan to find out about the salt. The first few stations were at peace, and they also gathered many interesting clues. Who would have thought that just as they disguised themselves to enter Jishui County, they would encounter an attack from a group of black clothed Death Soldiers. Coincidentally, half of the Black Mark team was still lagging behind and did not catch up with their home team. They were far below the other team and had been caught unprepared. Prince Jing's carriage was scared off during the fight. They couldn't save him, so they could only watch helplessly as their master and his carriage rolled off the cliff. If it were not for the arrival of the rescue team in time, they would have already died outside of Jishui County.

It was a pity that this group of deathsworn were very stubborn. Seeing that they had failed, they bit the poison in their mouths and committed suicide. They found dead horses and broken carriages at the bottom of the cliff by the water, but there was no trace of Prince Jing. Only after a few days of scouting in secret did he find out that someone had used golden leaves to buy two sets of silk clothing and a large amount of silk. He followed the vines and found the small cabin on the mountainside of the Niu siblings.

However, they did not dare to take any risks and directly took Prince Jing away. Their master had already lost his memory, and they still haven't figured out who was chasing after them. It was too dangerous to rashly bring Prince Jing into the enemy's sight. Besides, the two Niu siblings seemed to be very interested in their master. After a night of observation, Hei Feng could tell that Prince Jing had some inexplicable feelings toward Niu Family's younger sister, even when they touched him, he didn't seem to have an extreme reaction. On the contrary, he seemed to like it when they touched him.

Such a miracle further strengthened the Shadow Squad's determination to temporarily entrust their master to the Niu siblings. One must know that their master was already 23 years old this year. Since they were twin brothers, Emperor Xuan Zheng already had three princes and two princesses. The oldest one could recite a thousand characters. Prince Jing, on the other hand, didn't even want to touch a woman. He only served her with a fragrant caress, and was occasionally allowed to replace Imperial Physician Wen and massage her injured leg. Seeing that Murong Mingzhu was actually willing to be carried around by a woman, how could they bear to cut off their master's chance to have a relationship with him?

After some consideration, the two teams had decided to split their work. The first team had gone to investigate the issue of private salt in Jishui County. The ones who could force the local forces to chase down the imperial family were the ones who would be found and would be chased down by the three tribes. The other team was from Jinshui County, checking to see if there was any possibility of collusion. The rest were spread out across the Niu Village and the foot of the mountain, in charge of guarding the safety of the prince.

White smoke began to rise from the chimney of the cabin again, and after a while the sweet taste of rice porridge came from the open window. Hei Feng, who was squatting on the tree, was so greedy that his stomach rumbled. Only now did he remember that he hadn't eaten since last night. When they first found the Prince, they were too excited, and Wen Jingrong just happened to notice that Murong Mingzhu was having a fever. He watched anxiously from the outside until the latter half of the night when Murong Mingzhu finally fell asleep.

He forgot to eat just because he was shocked. At this moment, he saw the three of them sitting together eating breakfast. He took out the dry rations in his pocket and started to nibble on them.

Suddenly, Wen Jingrong, who was inside the wooden house, seemed to have noticed his gaze and looked straight at the tree. Hei Feng was shocked and reacted a second later. With his hidden skill and the distance he was so far away, it was impossible for the other party to see him, so he just calmed down again.

"What's wrong, Little Treasure?" Niu Dabao couldn't help but ask curiously when he heard Wen Jingrong suddenly stop her chopsticks for a long time.

"It's nothing. Maybe I'm seeing things."

Despite knowing that the other party couldn't see it, she still smiled. Picking up a pair of chopsticks, she placed it into his bowl and knocked on it.