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No matter what, the plan to send troops to Yun Kingdom is perfect.

Although Murong Yue's mentality is like that of a child now, the wisdom engraved in her bones is still there.

Li Xuanji felt relieved thinking this.

The sun came out today, and the windows on the south and east sides were half open, so the sunlight almost filled the entire house.

Murong Yue doesn't like the smell of incense because it prevents her from detecting danger.

All the incense burners were removed.

She also didn't like those bottles and jars as decorations, even though Ah Hao introduced them and said which bottle had so many stories.

Keeping this kind of thing in the house will only hinder her escape in an emergency.

So they withdrew as well.

The Hall of Supreme Harmony now follows a minimalist style.

There is nothing else except the dragon couch, dining table, desk and bookshelf.

The ministers who had been here felt a little uncomfortable at first, but after seeing it for a while, they actually thought it was not bad.

It makes people feel relaxed and refreshed.

Inside the hall, the little hedgehog and the little rabbit were running around everywhere.

Murong Yue didn't mind the cold and practiced writing on the desk, while Li Xuanji watched beside her.

"Your Majesty, this word 'country' has a puzzle-like word in the middle and walls on all four sides."

“When a person is protected by a wall, he becomes safe and becomes a country.”

"The responsibility of the state is to keep the people safe."

Li Xuanji is very patient.

Murong Yue nodded, waved her hand, and drew a square on the paper.

That's what a base is, one person gets scared, a group of people get better, and then they build walls and form a base.

But she is not afraid, because she is a zombie, and she is not the only one who would be afraid.

She felt something furry on her feet, and when she looked down, she saw that Little Gray was biting her socks.

Murong Yue hooked her foot nimbly, and the confused Xiao Huihui was instantly teleported to the table.

Your Majesty is very skilled in martial arts.

Li Xuanji praised.

As luck would have it, Xiao Huihui's front paw fell into the inkstone.

The little rabbit felt uncomfortable with its wet paws, so it stood up and shook them.

Then he jumped away.

"Hey, you've stepped on His Majesty's rice paper and made it dirty!" Ah Hao chased the little rabbit, wanting to catch it and clean it.

Murong Yue looked at the claw marks on the paper and felt inexplicably in a good mood.

In fact, being treated as a human being is a nice thing.

She threw down her pen and said, "Teacher, twenty, I don't want to learn anymore."

She wants to go to the pills.

"Well, your majesty, today was great."

Li Xuanji picked up the pen and placed it on the inkstone, his tone full of doting on the younger generation.

He enjoyed the way Murong Yue spoke to him casually.

It feels like the little girl is more relaxed than when she was a child.

That's fine.

Murong Yue took Ah Hao for a walk in the Imperial Garden. Before leaving, she sniffed hard, and there was a faint smell of smoke in the sunlight.

She frowned, "Oh well, it's on fire."

Please don't let this base catch fire.

She hasn't lived here long enough.

Ah Hao explained, "Your Majesty, there was a fire in Lingxi Palace last night, but the fire was not serious and has been put out."

"Lord Murong said that the palace can only be repaired in the spring."

"The Second Prince and the Third Princess of Yue were injured and are still staying in the Imperial Hospital. Their new residence is being cleaned."

That's about it.

Ah Hao simply explained it again.

Murong Yue held her head and thought for a long time before she figured out who Ah Hao was talking about.

Those two fools.

"injured?"

"Well, it's not serious, don't worry."

"Look, go."

Your Majesty is actually going to visit the second prince and third princess of Yue Kingdom?

Has the sun set in the east?

But looking at His Majesty's expression, it doesn't seem like he is here to watch a joke.

Murong Yue heard that the two were burned, and she knew how to deal with this kind of injury.

"Your Majesty also knows medical skills?"

Ah Hao looked surprised.

Never heard of this...

Murong Yue brought her people directly to the imperial kitchen, a place she had passed by from a distance several times. It was the place where delicious food was prepared.

All those delicious 'brains' that I like are made from here.

She knows this.

She also smelled a scent in the air.

This smell was very similar to the one she had smelled in other bases before.

At that time, there was a human being who was infected and was almost dying.

An old man gathered a bunch of strange things, put them together, added water and boiled them into a pot of black soup, which he gave to the human to drink.

The human being actually recovered and was alive and well again.

She remembered the old man at that time, saying with great pride, "Chinese traditional medicine is omnipotent."

Yes, yes, that’s called traditional Chinese medicine.

Although the smell was so bad that she could never forget it, it really worked.

It should work for very severe burns...

She is very confident in her nose and is sure she can create that flavor.

"Ah, your Majesty, all is well—"

The people in the imperial kitchen were kneeling on the ground in a mass.

Murong Yue slowed down her pace, straightened her back, nodded to Manager Zhu, and said, "Stand up."

"pot."

what?

Manager Zhu was stunned.

Ah Hao immediately explained to His Majesty, "Chief Steward Zhu, His Majesty wants you to fetch a pot."

"Oh, yes, we have pots. We have pots. I wonder what kind Your Majesty would like."

Manager Zhu diligently took out all the pots from the imperial kitchen.

There were all kinds of common ones, imperial ones, iron, silver, pottery, big and small, deep and shallow, the ground was full of them.

Murong Yue raised her chin and said, "That."

"Yes," Manager Zhu brought over a small, pitch-black iron pot.

This kind of pot is used to boil lard.

In Murong Yue's eyes, this small pot looked most like the pot used by the old man at that time.

"Your Majesty, just tell me what you want me to do. I will do it just by giving you the command."

Manager Zhu was really afraid that Murong Yue might get bumped into something here.

"also."

Murong Yue walked in front with her chin raised, followed the smell directly to the operating table, and instructed Manager Zhu to put something into the pot.

"this."

She pointed to the octagon.

"Okay, Your Majesty... Is this enough?"

Manager Zhu scooped out a few star anises with a spoon and put them into the pot.

Adding star anise, it seems that Your Majesty is going to make stew.

Murong Yue nodded and pointed at the fennel next to her. "This, two spoons."

She has learned to give the dose.

Awesome!

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Next, add cinnamon, bay leaves, grass fruit, cardamom, chili pepper, brown sugar, etc., any flavor that Murong Yue thinks is present in traditional Chinese medicine.

She was satisfied only after about half the pot was filled.

"I wonder what kind of food Your Majesty is going to make?"

Chief Steward Zhu thought that no matter what His Majesty was going to do, he would be the one to taste it as a poison taster, so why be in such a hurry.

This was made under the command of Your Majesty, so it must be extraordinary.

"Add water and cook."

what?

Oh oh oh.

After realizing what was happening, Manager Zhu immediately added water and started a fire, using precious pine charcoal. Dishes cooked with this kind of charcoal have a particularly strong aroma.

Then he was eager to try and wanted to take His Majesty to choose the ingredients.

I am the best executioner in the world, bah! The royal chef with the best knife skills.

When I prepare the ingredients later, I must show off my skills in front of His Majesty.

But Murong Yue had no intention of choosing ingredients at all.

Just stood there waiting.

Manager Zhu didn't dare to urge him, and the others didn't dare to urge him either, so they all stayed together.

Gumbling--

As the water boiled, a mixed aroma of spices filled the air.