The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 323 Suspected "Yellow Hair"

The welcoming banquet was drawing to a close.

Zhao Muyun had intended to have another late-night talk with Tian Jiu by candlelight when the steward, Zhao Da, came looking for him.

"The Princess and the Princess Consort are waiting for you to return to the manor for a late-night snack."

He slapped his forehead:
"Oh! I almost forgot that Ran-jie'er also returned to the manor today!"

The father missed his daughter dearly, having not seen her for several months.

If he hadn't drunk so much tonight, he would have ridden his newly acquired golden Akhal-Teke horse home.

Horses are animals that are quite sensitive to smells.

Drinking alcohol not only impairs a person's ability to control a horse, but also makes the horse feel uneasy and depressed.

The principle of not riding a horse after drinking is the same as not driving after drinking.

As a result, they had just returned to the Prince's Palace by carriage.

Before even stepping into the hall, I could hear my daughter's voice coming from inside:

"Mother, look at it, it may not be big, but it is known for its fierceness and savagery! It has few rivals in the desert and grasslands."

Zhao Muyun: "."

What the heck? Could it be that my daughter bought a powerful slave in the Western Regions?!
Then, he heard his princess say, "Why don't you hide it? Your father can return it to you when he comes back to the manor!"

"Hehehe, I'll listen to my mother!"

Zhao Muyun's heart skipped a beat.

How could he, the dignified King of the Northwest, fight with his daughter over a slave?
No, no!
Could it be that his daughter brought home a wild, uncouth son-in-law?
Thinking of this, the alcohol that Zhao Muyun had been suppressing all the way rushed straight to his head.

The impact made him a little dizzy, and he saw double.

He shook his head frantically, managing to calm himself for a few dozen breaths, then took three steps at a time and kicked the living room door with all his might.

A loud "bang!" was heard.

The doors to the hall fell down with a thud.

The mother and daughter, who had been waiting for him for a long time, were startled by the commotion and turned around at the same time.

Then, the two saw the Northwest King holding a sharp sword, his eyes bloodshot, looking around the hall and shouting loudly:
"Ran'er, where did you hide that wild boy? Make him come out, I want to fight him one-on-one! He won't even step foot inside my palace gates until he's exchanged a hundred blows with me!"

Zhao Ran stared in disbelief: "Dad, what wild boy? There's no wild boy here!"

"Don't try to fool me. I just overheard you and your daughter discussing how to hide him from me."

The mother and daughter exchanged a glance and remained silent.

After finishing a strong cup of hot tea, Zhao Muyun still felt a burning pain on his face.

No other reason than it's too embarrassing!
I thought he was some wild, uncivilized foreigner.

I didn't want to be just a bird.

To be precise, it was a specimen of a saker falcon.

To divert attention from the awkward situation, he could only keep praising the falcon.

"Tsk tsk, it looks almost exactly like a living bird! Believe me, if you hung it on a tree, no one would be able to tell it's a dead bird. What kind of skill does it take to keep its eyes bright and its wings spread as if it were flying? They say there are always masters among the common people, but this technique is simply unprecedented and will never be surpassed!"

Zhao Ran was shocked from the moment his father kicked the door down until he was even more shocked afterward. He was so emotional that his chest felt tight, causing his shoulders to tremble.

Finally, I couldn't hold it in any longer.

When his father ran out of words to praise him, he finally burst out: "Hahahaha. Hahaha. Dad, how much did you drink today? This alcohol is too strong."

Only when she is drunk can she avoid tarnishing her father's image as wise and mighty.

Seeing her laughing so wildly, her father was so angry he gritted his teeth. He reached out and grabbed the culprit from the table, yelling:
"What kind of young lady would dabble in these things? Father will keep them safe for you!"

Hmph! Let's see him make a fool of himself, you unfilial daughter!
Zhao Ran rubbed her aching stomach from laughing and begged for mercy repeatedly:

"Father, Father! I was wrong, I was wrong! This is a gift from King Atu! It's not appropriate to give it to you."

"Hmph! If you can't bear to part with it, just say so! Why bring up the Rat King?"

"I'm not kidding you, this was captured by the Rat King while he was fighting the Hu people with General Gan. The Hu army used falcons to scout along the way, but they all had a natural instinct to hunt rats! By sheer coincidence, they all took a liking to the Rat King's large size, and then it killed them one by one!"
At first, some members of the vanguard battalion asked it for one to roast and eat, but later, for some reason, it decided to take home the falcons it had caught as gifts. In just one day and one night, it caught seven falcons.

In such hot weather, wouldn't the bird meat just rot if left out? General Gan was forced into a corner and finally followed the method of the Hu people for preserving mummies, making specimens from the seven falcons.

Zhao Ran: She couldn't bear to give this falcon to her own father; it embodies the affection of the Rat King and the craftsmanship of General Gan!
Jiang also chimed in from the side:

"Didn't they say that General Xiong gifted the Prince dozens of Ferghana horses, each worth 180,000 taels of silver? Why are you fighting with Sister Ran over such a small thing?"

Zhao Muyun awkwardly put the falcon back on the table.

It's not a big deal that the Rat King grabbed it with his own claws, but the key issue is that it involved General Gan's production process.

After learning the reason behind it, he felt it was inappropriate to keep the object as a decoration.

Otherwise, how should he answer if someone asks?
Seeing her father put down her beloved possession, Zhao Ran pounced on it like a tiger, snatched it, and ran back.

Swift as a rabbit!

Seeing that she was guarding against him like a thief, Zhao Muyun glared angrily.

He sneered at Princess Jiang, "Look, look, what a fine daughter you've raised! Is this how you show filial piety to me?"

Jiang silently lowered her head, pretending to listen to the reprimand.

But what I was thinking was:

It doesn't matter whether she's filial to her own father or not, because her daughter is extremely filial to her own mother.

Enraged by his own daughter and the princess, Zhao Muyun plans to regain his lost face in bed tonight.

did not expect.

The old princess, who had never been very attentive to him, was quite different tonight.

Not only did she put on bright-colored pajamas, but she also...

The aroma of the wine still lingered in my mouth.

Is it the wine my daughter brought back?

It seemed to be different from what they drank.

There was an indescribable floral fragrance inside.

Seeing her prince so energetic and full of enthusiasm, Jiang felt even weaker.

The couple worked on their homework, and soon it was past midnight.

In her dazed state, only one question remained in Jiang's mind:
Is this "childbirth wine" also an aphrodisiac? Its effects are incredibly potent! But isn't she the one drinking it?
Gan Minglan had no idea that the snow lotus essence and several medicinal herbs she extracted using her wood-type special ability were so potent.

For the next three months, it was used directly as a celebratory drink by the Northwest King and his wife.

Of course, with so many good ingredients added, medicinal wine really doesn't have any side effects as long as it's not consumed excessively.

(End of this chapter)