Long Yuan's injured body was gradually recovering.
The flesh that had been turned outwards after the sword was pulled out gradually healed, and most importantly, the surrounding purple flesh gradually turned into a tender pink.
This scene left Yingyi, who was standing to the side, completely stunned.
This wound was only stopped bleeding after using the best gold-plated medicine.
Long Yuan wanted to see if his wound would change after drinking the water.
This allowed Ying to remove the bandages from her body, exposing the wounds to their eyes, making the scene even more horrifying.
Long Yuan felt a tingling, numb sensation and a slight itch at the site of his wound.
When I looked down at my chest, I saw this scene and the image of that little bundle of flesh flashed through my mind.
"It really is a magical thing."
"Yingyi, tell the Empress Dowager about my situation, and also tell her that I'm faking my death and won't be returning to the capital for the next few years."
"yes".
Time flies, and soon news of the Crown Prince's death spread from the palace.
At the same time, the emperor also found out that it was the deputy general of the General Who Protects the Nation who framed the general, and thus gave a perfect explanation.
Upon learning of the Crown Prince's death, the Carefree King was satisfied and led his troops back to his fiefdom.
The Empress also closed the palace gates and refused to see any guests, declaring that she would be observing a vegetarian diet and chanting Buddhist scriptures.
The Imperial Concubine felt that the Empress was no longer her match. After all, her only son was gone, so what could she do even if she had powerful backers?
Now she's going to eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist prayers, which is completely pushing the emperor away, and that's exactly what she wants to see.
...
Taoliu Village
The people from the agricultural service had just learned all these things and left when a new family moved into the village.
Then they saw the newcomer with a little boy at the door, chatting with Old Man Su.
"Because I was framed by villains, I had no choice but to bring the young master to this small mountain village."
Su Muyao heard this sentence when she arrived at the door.
When she finally saw the two people in front of her, she realized that they were not the little boy who had saved her before.
Why are you in my own village?
Other villagers also came to see what was going on.
One of the older men said, "We just moved here. This is our young master, Wang Yuan. My name is Wang Da, and these are Wang Er and Wang San." He then pointed to the two men standing to the side.
Su Muyao's lips twitched; this pseudonym was really poorly chosen.
Thankfully there were only three people. If there were eight, wouldn't the last one have to be called a turtle?
The man who was called out as Wang Er introduced himself: "I am a blacksmith. I worked in a shop in the capital for a while. If you need anything in the future, you can come to me directly. I can do anything."
The old village chief came over with the land deed and said, "This is your homestead. Why did you choose it next to Old Su's house?"
The Su family's location is relatively good, but yours is much closer to the mountainside, which might be a bit unsafe.
"Don't worry, old village chief. Wang San has practiced martial arts since he was a child and knows some skills. If any wild beasts come down, he can help block them."
"Alright, you can stay in that uninhabited house in the village for now, and move in after the new house is built."
"Then I'll have to trouble the village chief and fellow villagers. I'll treat everyone to drinks after the house is built."
After exchanging a few pleasantries, the group parted ways.
Old Man Su was also called into the room by Su Laosan, which clearly showed that they knew Yingyi and the little boy.
I had heard from Su Laosan before that when there were refugees, they met them on the mountain and then rescued their precious baby in the town.
The most coincidental thing is that I've come to this village again, and the land they chose is right in front of my house. I wonder what these people's purpose is.
Seeing that no one was around, Long Yuan leaned close to the little dumpling's ear and whispered, "Thank you for the miracle medicine."
Su Muyao was immediately startled; her small hand, hidden in her sleeve, had already taken out a pistol the moment the little boy approached her.
Seeing that he didn't intend to harm her, she refrained from taking any further action.
"Let me formally introduce myself. My name is Long Yuan. You can call me Brother Yuan from now on."
Su Muyao's heart skipped a beat when she heard the surname Long, as Long was the surname of the state.
She had thought the boy in front of her was of extraordinary origin, but she never expected him to be a member of the royal family.
No matter how shocked he was inside, he didn't show it on his face, but pretended to be innocent and naive, tilting his head slightly.
"Why did the brother over there say your surname is Wang? Are you lying to Grandpa Village Chief?"
"That medicine was given to me by my master, but I haven't seen him for many months. If I see him again, I'll introduce you to him."
Long Yuan looked at the little girl in front of him, her big eyes blinking, but he could clearly feel that this little bundle of joy was deceiving him.
"Little guy, guess what you're saying, do you think I'll believe you?"
"Guess if I guess?"
"Don't be so wary of me, little one. I've already told you all my secrets."
Long Yuan wasn't angry when he saw that the little dumpling was still pretending to be deaf and dumb, after all, this little guy had saved his life.
"If you ever need any help in the future, just let me know. And I won't tell anyone your secret, don't worry."
"Alright, there is something I do need your help with."
This piqued Longyuan's interest. "Tell me about it."
Su Muyao rolled her eyes inwardly. The kid wasn't even that much older than her, yet he spoke so maturely.
"Let me draw you a diagram, see if you can help me make it?"
These words were spoken to Wang Er.
Wang Er glanced at his master and then nodded.
"Girl, take a look at the picture."
Su Muyao took a stick and drew a curved plow on the ground.
After finishing the drawing, he started explaining it while holding a stick.
"This is for plowing, this is the handrail, and this..."
Wang Er was originally the son of the Vice Minister of Works, and was later assigned to the Crown Prince's residence and became the Crown Prince.
With the little girl's drawing on the ground and her explanation, he quickly understood about 80-90% of it.
After Su Muyao finished speaking, all three of them showed expressions of joy.
“Master, if this thing can be made, farmers will no longer have to work so hard.”
Wang Er was so excited that he couldn't wait to start working right away.
"My God, are you really only three years old? That's amazing!"
They admired the little baby in front of them, who was about three years old.
Su Muyao asked Wang Er arrogantly, "Can you do it?"
"Yes, yes, I can make it for the girl within five days."
Su Muyao took out some silver from her crossbody bag and offered it to Wang Er, but he refused to take it no matter what.
"Young lady, this thing is a treasure that benefits the country and its people. How could I, who have the honor of making it, accept money from you?"
Seeing that the man refused to accept the money, Su Muyao put it back into her purse.
They agreed to bring the little dumpling over after they finished cooking, then turned and went back inside.
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