Prehistoric: Blood Lord Styx, starting with 100,000 Pangu blood

"What a softie, nothing compared to the king."

Daji stroked King Zhou's chest with a charming face, which made King Zhou laugh out loud.

"My lord, can my concubine give orders for you?"

Daji intends to be a villain herself, anyway, her name as the demon queen has spread throughout Dashang.

Although King Zhou pardoned Boyi Kao, Daji would not.

With Ziwei imperial aura, this Bo Yi Kao is destined to be the mortal enemy of King Zhou and the opponent of Da Shang.

Just in case, Daji had to act.

"That's natural, all the widows listen to the beauties."

King Zhou held Daji's hands and said lewdly.

"Thank you, King."

"Xibo Marquis Jichang stayed in Chaoge for seven years, and before he left, as the queen, I will naturally send Jichang off on behalf of the king."

"I heard that Xibo Hou Jichang likes to eat meat pies, and it happens that the meat pies made by this palace are full of color and fragrance."

"Shen Gongbao, take Bo Yikao and give the meatloaf to Ji Chang."

"Remember to ask Ji Chang to finish eating the meatloaf before leaving Chaoge, otherwise my wishes will be in vain. Don't make me angry!"

Daji said slowly, with a look of kindness on her face.

Daji's interpretation of what is meant by the mother's rites in the world is so vivid that the officials can't find any faults.

"The humble minister respects the holy name of the empress!"

Shen Gongbao cupped his hands and said, but an indescribable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Ji Chang likes to eat meat pies, but Shen Gongbao has never heard of it.

Besides, Shen Gongbao knew about Daji's background, she couldn't cook.

As for the so-called meatloaf, isn't there a top-notch minced meat on the hall?

geigeigei!

Shen Gongbao felt evil in his heart.

"Jiang Ziya, this Bo Yi Kao is my first gift to you!"

"Bo Yi Kao, let's go with my teacher!"

Shen Gongbao left the hall with Bo Yikao first.

At the same time, the court meeting ended.

King Zhou and Daji went back to the harem to talk to each other.

"Master, where are we going?"

Bo Yikao felt something was wrong.

His father was obviously imprisoned in the prison by King Zhou.

But the direction Shen Gongbao is going is not the sky prison!

When he first came to Chaoge a few days ago, Bo Yikao spent a lot of money to bribe the warden in the sky prison, so he secretly met Ji Chang.

The father and son hugged each other and cried for a long time.

On the occasion of parting, Bo Yikao also handed over Ji Chang's tortoise shell and copper coins for fortune-telling.

Seven years ago, when Ji Chang was imprisoned, the tortoise shell was confiscated by the jailer.

The one that Bo Yikao handed over to Ji Chang was made by him from the shell of the giant tortoise from the North Sea.

"Where to go?"

"Of course it's where you're supposed to go."

Shen Gongbao directly sealed Bo Yikao's mouth, and the two came to the kitchen of the National Teacher's Mansion.

In the kitchen, dozens of cooks are busy.

"Stop for me!"

"Dismember this animal, chop it into minced meat, and make it into meatloaf."

"Remember to focus on the salt to remove the fishy smell!"

Shen Gongbao said slowly, the dozens of cooks were shocked.

Nabo Yi tested clearly that he was a human being, not an animal.

"National teacher, this..."

Before a young cook could finish his sentence, the fat cook next to him covered his mouth and beat him up severely.

"What are you doing?"

"Quickly dismember this sheep."

"In order to keep the fragrance, cut it alive."

"Be quick as hell, don't let me off the chain, wash this sheep clean."

"The taste is very stinky, the salt should be more important."

The fat cook grabbed the big knife, looked at the other cooks fiercely, and cursed directly.

"You are very good."

Shen Gongbao nodded, then sat cross-legged in the air with his eyes closed.

Seeing this, the others quickly moved their hands.

That young cook was extremely agile.

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.

Nabo Yikao is a human being, obviously a deformed two-legged sheep.