Poison Genius Consort

Sister Zhao helped the chef to ask the Emperor where he had given the face.

However, when she saw the bowl of paste in front of Queen Mother, she instantly understood... everything!

Sister Zhao is not only an old palace husband, but also an old cook with twenty or thirty years of practical experience. If she didn't know everything beforehand, she wouldn't really know what this bowl of paste is and what ingredients it was cooked with.

“Sister Zhao, what is this?” Han Yen Xiao asked seriously.

She insinuated that if anyone could see that it was face-to-face, she wouldn't have a drop left. The dragon didn't look cold at Nanny Zhao at night and didn't make a sound.

Sister Zhao raised her eyebrows and looked carefully. She didn't make a sound.

“Look closely!” Han Yen Xiao said.

“Yes!”

Sister Zhao pretended to do something. She carefully raised her face and sniffed it carefully. “Well, it smells good! There must be chicken soup in here. Still an old hen. ”

Han Yunxi pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled. No more than Sister Zhao said that just now, when the dragon had brought it in herself, she had smelled the smell of a lifetime long ago.

“Sister Zhao, do you look like chicken paste or...”

Han Yunxi said, meaning a deep and long glance at the dragon not at night, the dragon not at night still sits comfortably, silent.

Sister Zhao, on the other hand, has long noticed every look of Queen Mother.

If she says it's paste all of a sudden, so many fakes! So, she could only come one step at a time, hoping that when she had better say it, the Queen Mother would take it orally instead of suspecting that she had been to the fire room.

Nanny Zhao looked at it again for a while and said carefully, “This shouldn't be chicken paste. ”

“What is that?” Han Yen Xiao continued to ask.

“Queen Mother, can I have a spoonful of old slaves?” Sister Zhao asked again.

Han Yunxi glanced at the bottom of his eyes and said, "Fine, I bet the Emperor, you have to look carefully. ”

“This, this...”

Sister Zhao panicked, “I'm afraid the old slave is incompetent. ”

“Sister Zhao, what have you been afraid of for years?” Han Yunxi said, scooping up a spoon and handing it to Nanny Zhao, “Nah, look clearly! ”

Nanny Zhao approached him, looking left, looking right, just about to ask, Han Yunxiao said, “What are you looking at? Try it. ”

As soon as that was said, Nanny Zhao hurriedly knelt down, “Queen Mother, spare the old slave! This is the Emperor's face! Even with a hundred heads, the old slave won't dare to taste it! ”

Han Yunxi had just deliberately said the word "bet”, which was to test Sister Zhao. Sister Zhao, the old palace slave, served her for so long, even dared to sing in front of her!

Sister Zhao clearly knew that she and Dragon were betting on "Noodles“. In the face of this bowl of paste, Sister Zhao had to think of the "below" thing, right?

She's pretending to be stupid!

“So you know it's a noodle!” Han Yen Xiao said with a laugh.

Nanny Zhao was about to cry and didn't know how to answer. She played dumb in front of Queen Mother. It wasn't because of the Emperor! If the Emperor hadn't stood behind her back, even if she had 100 heads, she wouldn't dare tell a lie!

As soon as Queen Mother asked her what this bowl of noodle paste was, she knew that Queen Mother didn't want to eat it and was going to cheat.

“Sister Zhao, tell me, how do you see this face?” Han Yen Xiao asked.

Nanny Zhao finally couldn't bear to say seriously, “Queen Mother, this is the first time the Emperor has cooked personally and cooked such a fragrant face, Queen Mother should cherish it. This is not the luck of any man! ”

Han Yen Xiao was stunned, Sister Zhao. Is this a lesson for her mother?

The dragon does not speak at night, but the corner of the mouth is slightly curled up, very satisfied.

Han Yunxi was silent for a moment and got up, respectfully kneeling down, “The Emperor forgives his sins, the concubine knew wrong. ”

Dragon didn't raise his eyebrows at night. What kind of play is this?

“Eat it wrong and you can give it. Eat it,” he said lightly.

Han Yunxi stood up, lost his face, sat next to the dragon at night, and held his arm.

Sister Zhao didn't even say goodbye. She snuck away from her side in a hurry and helped to bring the door. If Xu Donglin and Chu Xifeng were here at this time, she would bet on them both. She promised that the Emperor would not let Queen Mother eat that bowl of noodles, because Queen Mother Mother's power was clearly to play the most lethal killer of women, delicate!

Yes, sir.

Han Yunxi was delicate, she held the dragon's non-night arm beside him, pitifully said, "Your Majesty, the concubine knows wrong, will you spare the concubine? ”

“What's wrong? ”

Although the dragon sat motionless at night, the curvature of the corner of his mouth had betrayed him long ago.

“The concubine should not dare to bet against the Emperor without knowing how good it is.” Han Yen Xiao replied.

Dragon smiled and asked back, "Didn't I ask you to bet? ”

Bet this is the case. Dragon asked Han Yen Xi casually at night. Bet on it, Han Yen Xi was particularly excited to say yes.

Then, Tang left them in the next seat, overheard and imitated.

“So the concubine was so wrong. Without knowing the immensity of heaven and earth, the concubine questioned the wise decision of the Emperor. The concubine did not dare to bet with the Emperor and should have admitted to losing directly.” Han Yen Xiao Dao.

The dragon laughed loudly at night and his hands got used to it, hugging her shoulder.

“Your Majesty, the concubine really knows the wrong thing. Will the emperor spare the concubine this time?” Han Yen Xiao asked quickly.

Dragons don't laugh at night, they don't say anything.

Han Yunxi began to delicate, hugging Dragon's non-night neck, burying his head gently between his neck, “Not at night...”

Even more coincidental is the plea of a spring than she mumbled in his ear as a lover, “Not at night”.

Dragon turned her head at night and gently kissed her hair, laughing in addition to laughing.

Happiness is his purest mood at this moment.

“I don't want to eat, okay... okay?” Han Yen Xiao is in a bit of a hurry, "don't laugh, talk! ”

“Not at night, speak! ”

“Give me a word, will you? ”

Han Yunxi held the dragon's non-night face, he still did not speak.

Han Yunxi's delicacy could not continue to this extent. She looked at him exasperatingly and gave him a direct kiss.

“Speak! ”

The dragon laughed at the end of the night, his hands held the back of Han Yen Xiao's head, and he kissed heavily! Two kisses almost fell from the warmth.

In the outer hall of this sleeping palace, the dragon gave Han Art Xiao to local justice at night.

After the movement, Han Yunxiao just wanted to sleep in his arms and throw away the pasty thing for a long time.

But instead of night, the dragon said to her softly, "Hot that bowl of noodles. Would you like a sip? ”

“Not good," replied Han Yan Xiaoran.

“Just a sip, sweetheart. I did it for the first time.” Dragons are still serious at night.

Han Yunxi looked up from his chest and asked seriously, "For the first time, you didn't even eat it? ”

“I do smell better than you.” The dragon is serious nonnight.

“It doesn't necessarily taste good!” Han Yen Xiao hastily rebutted.

“Just one bite. Sip!” The dragon is still serious at night.

Han Yunxi could see that the dragon was not trying to trick her by gambling, but was very confident in his bowl "face”.

But where exactly did the self-confidence come from?

Otherwise, the smell of manipulative chicken was faint, she smelled the meat, this guy must not have ginger!

“Try it first! Just one bite!” Han Yen Xiao Dao.

The dragon is helpless at night and can only be sent over when the noodles are hot.

Right under the watchful eye of Han Yen Xiao, the dragon took a bite of his own noodle at night. Just one sip, he immediately vomited, it wasn't enough, and drank a large glass of water to rinse his mouth.

After all these years, Han Yen Xiao finally saw his own disgusting expression on Dragon's non-night face!

Dragon silently went to dump the whole bowl noodle, he didn't know what to bet with Han Yen Xiao, so he thought about the next thing on Han Yen Xiao.

Though he doesn't understand, how can it be better than what Han Yen Xiao made? He wanted to take this opportunity to joke about this woman, and by the way, rush her to learn how to cook.

Who knows...

When Long Fei Night came back, Han Yen Xiao was in a great mood. She hugged him and laughed and said, "Long Fei Night, look, between you and me, like it or not, like it or not; think about it, don't want it or not, never force yourself, right! ”

He didn't like it, didn't want to eat her noodles, just didn't eat it, and she did the same.

Between partners, there is actually no need to do all sorts of hard work in the name of love.

The dragon gently patted the back of Han Yunxi at night, blunting, “Reasonable. But this time, you're on the line. Bookkeeping.”

“Are you so smart?” Han Yen Xiao was helpless.

Fearing to quarrel with Ruiyer, the two did not return to the inner room, but rather slept in the outer room.

Thus, Han Yen Xiao escaped a robbery.

However, the cooks in the fire room are bitter!

A bowl of noodles went off in the middle of the night, and there were plenty of them left in the pan, and each and every one of the cooks had one bowl left.

This paste, without any seasoning, simply stewed the noodles and chicken to rot.

This smell, you can imagine! You know, this is what the Emperor rewards. You can never throw up if you eat it. You can only swallow it!

Look at the rest of the paste on the bottom of the pan, the cooks look at each other in the face and nobody wants to eat it. But in the end, the chef gave them their share.

The next day, Sister Zhao left a palm spoon in the fire room, because, as soon as these cooks saw each other, they couldn't bear to throw up. Of course, that's the last word.

Not yet, the dragon was about to prepare for the early dynasty, but heard a nightmare.

Baili Yuanlong, dead!

When Xu Dong arrived at the door, Han Yunxi was just about to wait for the dragon to change his clothes at night.

“What?” The dragon stopped at night.

Han Yunxi's clothes landed on the floor, stunned...

The dragon did not slow down the night, Han Yunxiao urgently asked, “What's going on? Can you stab me? ”

“Your Majesty, Empress, the cause of death is unknown. After returning from the palace at night, he vomited blood again.” Xu Donglin said seriously.