Xiao Yuchen put Wen Yu on the bed.
"I've never seen the boxing skills you practice. Was it also taught to you by your mother?" he asked.
Wen Yu nodded, "My mother-in-law said that it's called Military Style Boxing, a type of practical fighting technique. She knows other skills, but she won't teach me until I've mastered this one."
Military boxing?
Xiao Yuchen had a question mark on his forehead. He likes martial arts and has seen various kung fu routines, but he has never seen this kind of "military boxing".
"When did your mother know this?" Xiao Yuchen asked.
Wen Yu looked at him strangely, "She can do it since I was born."
Xiao Yuchen: "...too."
He was about to ask again, but his ears twitched and he glanced out of the window.
"A sneeze——" Wen Yu sneezed suddenly and took out a forearm-long weapon from under the pillow.
"Whoosh——" sound.
The weapon in Wen Yu's hand suddenly shot out a sharp short arrow.
Xiao Yuchen got up and chased out the door, only to see a figure flashing past the corner of the room.
He hesitated for a moment and did not pursue him, lest he fall into the trap of luring the tiger away from the mountain.
It seems that Wutongyuan... is not peaceful either.
Xiao Yuchen returned to the house, "What you just took is the small crossbow your mother made for you?"
Wen Yu's face turned red, "Don't tell my mother. I used this as an argument, saying that I could beat General Ji... I already know I was wrong."
"This weapon is for self-defense and to fight bad guys. It's not for showing off..."
Xiao Yuchen touched his head and said, "Show me, and I won't tell your mother."
Wen Yu took out the small crossbow from under the pillow again.
Xiao Yuchen looked carefully and his expression became more and more solemn.
He even couldn't put it down, turning it over and over again, refusing to let go of every detail.
"Your mother did this? Did she do it with her own hands?" Xiao Yuchen's voice had a slight tremor that was not easy to detect.
"Um!"
Xiao Yuchen took a deep breath... How many secrets does this Wen Jin have that he doesn't know?
"Don't worry, you just took out the crossbow just for self-defense and to kill bad guys. Even if your mother knew about it, she wouldn't blame you." Xiao Yuchen assured him.
Xiao Yuchen had never thought of himself as a patient person, but when he was with Wen Yu, Wen Yu's childish words and unrestrained imagination made him not bored at all, but listened very seriously.
"Yu'er, wash your hands and get ready to eat." Wen Jin's voice came from the yard.
Xiao Yuchen also came out with Wen Yu.
"Send these buns to Grandma Chang..."
Wen Jin was about to hand the clean fine cotton belt to Wen Yu when he saw Xiao Yuchen standing next to Wen Yu.
"Is the prince leaving? Just in time, can you send someone to bring the buns to Aunt Chang? It's the family that sells swill in the backyard."
Xiao Yuchen moved his nose, and the sweet fragrance of locust flowers mixed with the smell of meat penetrated straight into his nose.
He had long been thinking about the food at Wutong Courtyard, and thought he would be able to get some food today!
She actually drove him away?
"Heh..." Xiao Yuchen chuckled and called out the door, "Here comes someone."
The boy outside the door quickly ran in.
"Send the buns to Grandma Chang in the backyard. Don't give them to the wrong person." Xiao Yuchen said.
The entire Prince Huai's Mansion belongs to him! Naturally, this also includes Wutong Courtyard. Wherever he wants to be, he can be there!
“Add a pair of chopsticks!”
Xiao Yuchen's face felt a little hot. After all, it was his first time doing such a thing, but he pretended to be nonchalant.
He and Wen Yu washed their hands together and sat at the table.
Wen Jin was very quick with his hands and feet. In a short time, he not only steamed the steamed buns with sophora flower meat, but also made two meat and two vegetarian dishes, four dishes. There is also a rice dumpling soup.
When Xiao Yuchen was about to start... he was stunned again.
He asked to add a pair of chopsticks, but Wen Jin did not refuse.
But the pair of tree branches in front of me...are they also called chopsticks?
He is pregnant with the prince! She just gave him a tree branch?
Wen Yu was young but clever. When he saw the prince's face, he looked wrong, and when he looked at his mother-in-law, she seemed to know nothing about it.
He hurriedly and quietly handed over his chopsticks and whispered: "Your Majesty, use mine, and I will exchange them with you."
"Aren't you used to it, Your Majesty?" Wen Jin turned around and said, "Actually, Yu'er and I's chopsticks are also made of this branch. They have been used for a long time and have become shiny. If you don't believe me, look closely and you'll see that the patterns are all Same."
Xiao Yuchen compared chopsticks and tree branches together. Is it...really?
He looked at Wen Jin in astonishment, "How did you get here in the past six years?"
These dog slaves! Not even giving them chopsticks? Just let them use branches as chopsticks? !
Wen Jin said nothing.
She didn't lie either, the chopsticks were indeed made of tree branches.
But that shiny layer was not made from a dish, it was soaked in the spiritual spring water.
She tried it. The chopsticks soaked in Lingquan water were not only shiny, easy to clean, and free of mold. It even has a more powerful "poison detection" function than silver chopsticks.
Chopsticks will change color when encountering "dirty" things.
Xiao Yuchen saw that Wen Jin didn't want to say anything. He felt that the past was too painful and he couldn't bear to look back.
He tenderly returned Wen Yu's "Lingquan Chopsticks" and used the branches himself.
If the food wasn't so fragrant and tempting...he wouldn't be feeling cowardly here.
Xiao Yuchen picked up the big, soft and white buns.
Even Wen Jin's ancestor was not a cook...why are the buns she steams softer and more fragrant than those made by the imperial chef?
He took a bite and said, "Hmm..."
This texture, this taste...the natural sweetness of the flour, the sweetness of the locust flower, and the rich aroma of the meat are perfectly blended together.
Xiao Yuchen couldn't help but narrowed his eyes comfortably, "It smells so good..."
He now knows that the royal chef in the house must be dealing with him! He has never eaten such delicious buns!
Not only this pastry, but also the four dishes each had their own taste. The bamboo shoots were crisp and delicious, and the refreshing fragrance of bamboo seemed to transport him to the depths of a quiet bamboo forest.
A Kung Fu move that he once couldn't figure out, but at this moment, he suddenly realized it in his mind like a flash of inspiration!
"Amazing!" He slammed the table.
Xiao Yuchen looked at this table of delicious food at this time, and even felt a little grateful. This was God's hint for him!
Even when he looked at Wen Jin... he was particularly pleasing to the eye.
After finishing the meal, Xiao Yuchen, who had always been a moderate eater, felt full for the first time.
"Come out with me." He frowned and looked at Wen Jin. He had to talk to her about something he had to say!
Wen Yu obediently collected the dishes and wiped the table.
Xiao Yuchen was both emotional and distressed.
The two of them walked outside the house and stood under the old sycamore tree. "Tell me the truth, whose child is Yu'er?"
Wen Jin glanced at him and shook his head, "I don't know..."
"I don't know? What do you mean? Wen Jin, don't tell me..."
"From pregnancy to childbirth, I almost died several times. Sometimes, I felt dizzy for days and nights." Wen Jin said slowly, "I seemed to be alive, and also seemed to be dead... many times, I thought I can’t survive it myself.”
"Your Majesty, don't use this expression. I don't mean to be miserable. On the contrary, I don't feel miserable. Those days of life and death made me forget a lot of my past. I also forgot a lot of unpleasantness. The things I remember now are very Less, but also very happy.”
"As for the past, let him go. I don't plan to find a father for Yu'er. As it is now, it's good."
Wen Jin looked at him flatly. No more admiration, desire, flattery, fear... Just like any ordinary person who has nothing to do with her mother and son.
Xiao Yuchen's eyes were heavy, as if he was thinking about how true and false her words were.
"Where's that little crossbow? How did you make it?"
Wen Jin was stunned for a moment, "Oh, you mean Yu'er's toys?"
"That's not a toy. It's a very lethal weapon, far better than any kind of crossbow currently used in the army." Xiao Yuchen said.
