Don't panic, nephew. I will take this pot of evil star.

If you lose, return quickly?

Why does it feel like the Lord has already anticipated this? Hasn't he always said, "If you lose, you will die"?

Since arriving in Shangli Kingdom, none of the lord's plans seemed to be successful. At the beginning, the lord was extremely irritable, but in the end, he actually had a hint of expectation.

"Boss, let's go." He was immersed in his own thoughts and didn't even glance at them.

The two men were hesitant and thought it would be better to run away as soon as possible.

After stopping the carriage, the two of them slipped out and ran in the opposite direction.

"Brother?" The driver lit a torch. It was already dark and it was not suitable to travel any further. Fortunately, the moonlight was bright and he could still see the surroundings.

"Go and clean it up."

"Yes."

The servant nodded and left.

Under the moonlight, only a rickety carriage was left moving quietly on the official road.

"Miss Feng, there is not enough rice porridge." Feng Xili has been helping in the kitchen these days. Except for the county magistrate and a few others who know her identity, the people are not aware of it.

I just felt that this girl was extremely hardworking, and knew a lot of strange things.

Today I directed the carpenter to make a "rack" to hang washed clothes on, which sway in the wind. It saves space and is convenient for storage.

Tomorrow I'll ask someone to make a simple wheelchair and push the wounded and sick around the yard to bask in the sun.

Feng Xili wiped the sweat from her forehead and said with a bright smile, "Don't worry, I've cooked another big pot here, it will definitely be enough!"

As she spoke, she raised a large soup spoon, and in the spoonful of thick rice porridge, there were green vegetable leaves paired with pure white rice grains, and a lot of minced meat. The aroma of meat, vegetables and rice mixed together and rushed straight to the forehead.

"Someone come! Help me move it over there!" She shouted for help, and the county magistrate next to her twitched his lips.

"Sir, there are not enough materials to repair the city wall here..." The county magistrate was about to go over to help, but his view was blocked by the soldier next to him, and a booklet was blocking his view.

Alas~~The princess seems to be in good spirits. Since she is not afraid of hard work, as long as she doesn't run into the war, let her do whatever she wants.

"Prime Minister, the princess has been busy in the kitchen every day these days. She is responsible for the meals of all the workers who are repairing the city tower."

A soldier following Feng Linshang said that it was a huge project and would require at least thirty or forty people.

It’s just that the Prime Minister has been keeping an eye on the developments in several cities in Xilin, so staying in Zechun is just a distraction.

Feng Linshang let out a breath of foul air. Outside, the sound of "ding ding bang bang" of hitting and colliding continued to come, occasionally with one or two laughs and a few angry curses from the girls.

Zechun City is recovering its vitality and is thriving.

However, he no longer knew how to face Xier. He had given all his fatherly love to them, but in the end...

One went astray and his life or death was unknown, while the other forced himself to smile and avoided us.

"Okay, I understand, let's go down."

She sighed. Xier was still a princess after all. If she fell ill from exhaustion in a place like this, it would not sound good to tell others about it.

As the sky gradually darkened and the temperature dropped sharply, everyone was exhausted after a day's work and went to bed early.

There was a person standing by the stone table in the middle of the yard, hanging the marinated meat strips in the basin on a bamboo pole. A torch was burning next to the bamboo pole, illuminating her busy, shiny face.

It was the first time that Feng Linshang saw Xier working so skillfully, as if she often did rough work.

"Xier." He walked behind Feng Xili, looked at the back in front of him, froze, and then stopped moving.

"Xier, you have been busy for several days. You should rest early at night. After all..." Feng Linshang paused here and raised his hand to pat her shoulder.

The body under his palm was shaking, but he felt extremely bitter in his heart. Seeing Xier reminded him of Tianxu, his only son, and now he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

He had been suppressing the terrible guess in his heart and didn't dare to think about it at all. If Tianxu was gone, Ning Nianqiao would definitely go crazy, and he would have lost two of his closest relatives at once.

When facing his daughter, he can no longer be as open-hearted as before, at least not now. He hopes that he can be more open-minded in the future.

"Father!" Feng Xili turned around, but her eyes caught Feng Linshang's eyes that suddenly dropped, and her heart sank.

"Okay, I will take care of myself, Dad. You should also go to bed early." She said with a smile, but it was uglier than crying.

She picked up the pot and the meat, gritted her teeth and held back her tears, and walked step by step towards the candlelit kitchen not far away.

The workload has been heavy these days and she is too lazy to run back and forth, so she simply lives in the side room of the kitchen. Originally, this room was used to store some rarely used kitchen utensils, but now she cooks a lot every day and all the kitchen utensils have been taken out and used, so there is just enough room for her to put a bed.

If Emperor Qi Zhao knew that his beloved Princess Li You was working as a cook and sleeping in the kitchen in Zechun City, would he destroy Zechun City in anger?

There are indeed people who pursue glory and wealth but never achieve it in their lifetime, while some people easily obtain wealth and honor but don’t care much about it.

Feng Xili lay on the cold bed. The surroundings were dark and cold, just like the days in her memory when there was no charcoal brazier.

"Fenfang, it's so cold at night. When will the charcoal brazier for next month be delivered?" She murmured in a daze. In a trance, waves of warmth rose around her and the crackling sound of firewood rang in her ears.

"Well, thank you." She mumbled and turned her head and fell asleep.

"Miss Feng, Miss Feng?" She opened her eyes amidst the pushing and shoving, and in front of her was a fat lady with her hands in her pockets. She was wearing a flowered cotton-padded jacket and kept rubbing herself with her elbows.

"It's already 9:00 a.m. and we still haven't found food for everyone today!" This old lady Hua looked to be in her thirties or forties, with a rosy complexion and looking strong and healthy.

It's already 9am? Why hasn't anyone called her?

She sat up, and suddenly her vision went dark, and she fell headfirst onto Aunt Hua's side.

She thought the girl was still sleepy and wanted to sleep, so she felt unwilling.

"Ouch!" She screamed, twisted her butt and pushed Feng Xili back, her eyes changed immediately.

"Miss Feng, please hurry up! There are so many people here! Everyone gets up early to work, but no one sleeps until noon like you do!"

Feng Xili was pushed back onto the bed by Aunt Hua, feeling unhappy. Unexpectedly, she heard her disgusted words again, and she became angry instantly.

"Madam, who are you? Did Chef Luo ask you to come?"

She frowned and realized that she had not taken off her coat before going to bed last night. Fortunately, she did not take off her coat, otherwise someone would have barged in so carelessly and she would have been criticized.

Aunt Hua's eyes flickered as she yelled, "Don't you see what time it is? Everyone is working hard for their homes, so why are you still sleeping in?"