In the southwest of Zhongzhou, there was a mountain named "Green Pearl". It was the same name as the beautiful concubine in ancient Chinese history. Green Pearl Mountain was also like the beautiful Green Pearl, petite and exquisite, with clouds and fog on her temples. Her jade hair stood in the wind, and she stood amidst the blue water.
On top of Green Pearl, there was a platform that resembled a beautiful woman's bun. Beside the platform was a gurgling stream with fishes swimming in and out. It was an excellent view.
Meng Fuyao was lying on the platform with her legs crossed and a blade of grass in her mouth. She was deep in thought.
After escaping last night, she did not return to King De's Residence. Afraid that Qiaoling might tell Guo Pingrong about her identity as' Meng Servant 'and implicate Zong Yue, she had rushed here to sleep.
Suddenly, the light beside her dimmed. Someone was lying down beside her in an even more leisurely posture. After he lay down, a snow-white plump ball crawled out and lay down beside him in the exact same posture.
There were three of them in a row, lying neatly.
Meng Fuyao did not turn her head. She continued to stare at the clouds in the sky, her eyes twinkling with a smile.
This person always managed to 'bump into' her in the most unlikely of places.
At this point, it would be pretentious of her to say something like "oh, what a coincidence". Yuan Zhaoxu obviously knew where she was. Since he was such a sophisticated person, if he was willing to play the "chance encounter" game, she would accompany him.
Actually, after not seeing each other for a few days, Meng Fuyao suddenly felt that she liked his sudden appearance.
It was just that Sir Yuan Bao did not look too good. Of course, Meng Fuyao did not think that she needed to care about the opinions of unrelated scoundrels.
A certain someone lay leisurely next to her, his long eyelashes forming a beautiful arc under his eyes. Today, his face looked a little pale and his spirit was also lazy, which showed a bit of the romantic temperament of a disciple in black. He lay on his elbows with his eyes half closed, and in his hand was a branch that did not match his temperament.
Meng Fuyao tilted her head to see what he was up to with a smile. However, she saw that he was clearly sitting beside her with his back to the slightly frozen stream. Without turning his head, he poked the branch with his hand.
Water droplets splattered and silver scales flickered. Immediately, a lively fish was skewered on the branch.
Her eyes widened as she watched Yuan Zhaoxu's back to the stream. He casually plunged another fish into the stream, his movements quick and accurate. In the blink of an eye, there was a pile of jumping fish on the ground.
It was a winter day and the stream was frozen. Yuan Zhaoxu was able to hear the movement of the fish in the water with his back to the ice layer and accurately skewer the slippery object. His hearing and accuracy were rare in the world, let alone martial arts.
"The Green Pearl Spring's Fine-Scale Fish become more and more plump in the winter. You and I are in luck today." A certain someone, who was using profound martial arts to fish, had just turned around to see the extremely agile Meng Fuyao jumping up to clean up the fish.
Meng Fuyao rolled up her sleeves and squatted by the side of the stream to kill fish. She thought for a moment before asking, "Who was that woman who was screaming that night? It seems like you have a grudge against the Crown Prince. Aren't you the Crown Prince's personal attendant? You should know, right? "
Yuan Zhaoying sat cross-legged on the withered grass. No matter what posture he took, he could not hide his elegance and charm. Hearing this, he smiled slightly, the light at the corners of his eyes swaying. "That's De Wangfei."
"Huh?" Meng Fuyao raised her head in shock.
"De Wangfei is the eldest daughter of the Linjiang Duke, who was murdered for plotting a rebellion. His entire family was slaughtered, and only the eldest daughter was not implicated because she was already the De Wangfei. However, she went crazy after the upheaval," Yuan Zhaoxu said casually.
"Then why did she say that the Crown Prince's bloodline is not pure, and that he usurped the throne?"
"There's a rumor among the royal family of the Limitless Nation," Yuan Zhaoxu answered cooperatively. "When the Crown Prince was young, he disappeared for a period of time. Some people made up a rumor that the current Crown Prince is not a descendant of the eldest grandson, but a substitute."
"Ridiculous," Meng Fuyao snorted. "The Limitless Emperor is not a fool. Can't he tell whether his son is real or fake?"
"That's hard to say. People are stupid, and there have always been cases where they can't tell the truth from the lies." Yuan Zhaoxu remained calm. Seeing that Meng Fuyao was done with the fish, he unhurriedly took out a colorful cloth bag with many pockets from his sleeve.
"What's this?" Meng Fuyao came over curiously.
Her long eyelashes brushed against Yuan Zhaoxu's hand, but he smiled and pinched it with his fingers.
"Oh, it's all right."
"Ah!" Meng Fuyao jumped away and glared at him.
Yuan Zhaoxu acted as if nothing had happened and started taking things out from the colorful bag. White bottles poured out from the red bag, black bottles from the green bag, and yellow, purple, cyan, and blue bottles quickly piled up. The bottles were extremely small, and they were all carved from a single piece of crystal. They were very precious.
Meng Fuyao, who had been pretending to be calm, immediately forgot what had happened when she saw the cute bottles. She came over excitedly and asked, "What's the good stuff?"
She then watched as Yuan Zhaoxu leisurely smeared the contents of the bottles on the fish. From the smell, she could smell salt, plums, wine, ginger juice, sauce, vinegar, and even pepper.
Meng Fuyao stared blankly at the extravagant way a certain someone was grilling the fish, forgetting to react for a moment. These condiments might sound simple to modern people, but in ancient times, especially in the Five Continents, these things were very precious and hard to come by, especially the last three. Vinegar was known in the Five Continents, and only high officials and nobles were allowed to enjoy it. Pepper was a specialty of the Gaochang Kingdom in the Western Region, and it was not grown in the Five Continents. These seven condiments were usually only available at state banquets, but now this person was casually taking them out and using them to grill a random fish from the stream!
Extravagant, wasteful, and a reckless waste of resources!
What kind of person would bring these things with him when he was out wandering?
Also, what was this colorful palm-sized thing with seven pockets?
Meng Fuyao picked up the "robe", her eyes filled with question marks.
"That's Yuan Bao's robe," Yuan Zhaoxu kindly explained.
Meng Fuyao turned her head sluggishly and saw Lord Yuan Bao squatting not far away, happily waiting for Yuan Zhaoxu to put on the "material robe".
"He … usually brings these things with him?"
"Occasionally."
"Isn't it heavy?"
"He's got a lot of meat anyway, and he likes crystals."
"Then why didn't he wear it before?"
"It's getting cold, so he needs to take care of his belly."
Meng Fuyao did not speak. Like master, like pet. She would get used to it.
The bottle was small, and the amount of condiments was limited. She only managed to smear one fish with it. The fish meat was quickly grilled over the fire, sizzling with oil. The aroma filled the air, evoking memories of grilled meat in her previous life. She could not help but sniff and rub her suddenly empty stomach.
However, she knew how precious these condiments were. Once the fish was grilled, her eyes drifted away and went straight for another fish.
Suddenly, a fragrant grilled fish appeared in front of her.
Raising her head, she saw the smiling man opposite her. His long eyebrows were arched elegantly, and his deep eyes, straight nose, and slightly pursed lips were so exquisite that it made people want to cry. His beauty was like a mountain of maple leaves that were about to turn red, with a little bit of bright yellow on top of the deep red background. There was a kind of luxurious and dignified elegance in his beauty. Anyone who saw him would not only be intoxicated, but their souls would also be captivated.
Meng Fuyao pressed her heart. 'Hey, don't jump so fast. It'll be embarrassing if someone hears you.'
Yuan Zhaoxu was still smiling at her, his eyes calm. Meng Fuyao cleared her throat and calmly reached for the grilled fish. Hypnotically, she told herself, 'I can see that he enjoys a meal with all kinds of condiments. Unlike me, a poor wanderer in this ancient world, with nothing but salt in my mouth.'
It was inevitable to lose one's composure when doing anything with such a state of mind. Meng Fuyao grabbed the grilled fish and gnawed on it. Her teeth chattered on the bones, which made Yuan Bao, who was squatting on the side and eating wild fruits, look at her in disdain. All he wanted was to get as far away from her as possible.
She tossed the bone aside, rubbed her bloated belly, and muttered to herself, "That's right, it's time to eat."
"How do I repay the beauty for giving me a grilled fish …"
"Repay what?" the beauty with her sharp ears asked with a smile.
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