Iron Cross Fire

Thinking in his heart, Yue Feng said with a smile: "Why do you hate Ji Beiye so much?"

In Yue Feng's cognition, although the child in front of him is a little prince and a royal family member, this rebellion has little impact on his identity.

After all, after passing Xuangu Pass and meeting King Shaoyang, he can still be his own little prince, enjoy glory and have no worries about food and clothing.

At this time, Yue Feng did not know that the other party was the young emperor of the Dayan Dynasty, not a little prince at all.

"He killed my people."

Hearing the question, Ying Kuang clenched his fists and said fiercely: "He also wants to rob my..."

He wanted to say 'he also wants to rob my throne', but suddenly thought of Qu Fengyi's exhortation, and immediately changed his words: "He also wants to rob our royal family's foundation for hundreds of years, how can I not hate it?"

Yue Feng smiled and nodded: "Well, you are right."

Gurgle...

As he was talking, Ying Kuang's stomach growled, and for a moment, a little embarrassment appeared on his angry little face.

Seeing his look, Yue Feng couldn't help laughing: "You must be hungry, sit down first, I'll get something to eat." After the voice fell, Yue Feng walked directly to the woods next to him.

When he passed the woods just now, Yue Feng noticed that there were many pheasants living in it.

Soon, Yue Feng shot two pheasants, found a mountain spring, washed and peeled them, and then started a bonfire to roast them.

When he was traveling around the world, Yue Feng was taken care of by Xiao Xi. Xiao Xi had unique attainments in cooking and often made some unique delicacies. Yue Feng was influenced by her and his cooking skills also improved a lot.

Sizzle...

After a while, the two roast chickens were roasted golden on the surface, sizzling with oil, and a fragrance spread.

Smelling the aroma, Ying Kuang's gluttony was instantly aroused, and he couldn't help but exclaimed: "What a delicious roast chicken."

"Here you go!"

Yue Feng smiled, took one and handed it to him: "Eat it quickly."

Ying Kuang was not polite, and didn't mind the heat. He took the roast chicken and ate it with relish. He ate until his mouth was full of oil, and he didn't forget to praise it again and again: "It smells so good, it's better than the 'imperial eight-treasure chicken' in the palace."

The palace?

Hearing this, Yue Feng was stunned and couldn't help but say: "You, a little prince, can enter the palace to eat the imperial meal?"

The imperial meal is provided exclusively for the emperor, and Yue Feng knows this very well.

Oops, I let it slip.

At this moment, Ying Kuang froze for a moment while holding the roasted chicken, then his mind quickly turned and he said lightly: "I am a royal family member, eating imperial meals in the palace, what's the big deal?"

Speaking of this, Ying Kuang changed the subject: "How do you make this roasted chicken?"

"Aren't you always watching from the side?" Yue Feng smiled and said slowly: "There is no big skill to make this kind of outdoor roasted chicken, as long as the heat is controlled well."

Speaking of this, Yue Feng wiped his pocket and said with some regret: "It's a pity that there is no seasoning, cumin or something, otherwise it will be more delicious."

Cumin?

Ying Kuang was very curious: "What is cumin?"

Yue Feng scratched his head: "A kind of seasoning."

"Never heard of it!"

"Uh...maybe you don't have it here."

The two chatted while eating, and soon the two roasted chickens were eaten clean.

After washing his hands by the mountain spring, Yue Feng squatted down and said, "Come, I'll help you get rid of the blood clots on your feet. Otherwise, you won't be able to walk with blood blisters all the time."

As he spoke, Yue Feng took off Ying Kuang's shoes and performed acupressure techniques. After a while, Ying Kuang suddenly felt that his feet were much more relaxed.

It was amazing.

For a moment, Ying Kuang looked at Yue Feng and was indescribably amazed.

In the past, when he was injured and bleeding while playing in the palace, it would take several days for the imperial doctors to treat him. But the man in front of him just pressed his feet a few times, and the blood blisters disappeared...

It was incredible.

With admiration in his heart, Ying Kuang was more convinced that Yue Feng was the one who left the heaven.

"Okay!"

At this time, Yue Feng stretched his body and said, "Let's continue on the road."

Ying Kuang responded and was about to get up.

Hualala....

However, at this time, footsteps were heard in the woods, and then a group of people rushed out quickly, each holding a knife, with a ferocious look, and they were not good people at first glance.

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