Crossing the Bottle Evil: The Ultimate Prince

On the tenth day after the trip to Qingwu Mountain, Wu Xie received a letter from Zhang Haike, stating that the double-skin milk he cooked would be included in the list of dishes for the Empress Dowager's birthday banquet at the end of the month, and presented as pastries.This means that Wu Xie will enter the Palace of Cixi that day, and Wu Xie can't help thinking of the last time he entered the palace. Although it happened three months ago, the scene of Zhang Qiling carrying him out of the Palace of Cixi is still vivid in his memory.

I don't know if it will be hindered by him this time.Sitting on the bed in the guest room with her chin leaning on her chin, Wu Xie thought, Zhang Qiling has been quite busy recently, and tends to leave early and return late, and several times when he got up in the middle of the night, he came back home.Wu Xie was not easy to ask, and couldn't help beating drums in his heart: What is he planning?Who was the old man in Qingwu Mountain last time?What is the meaning of the words?

Wu Xie knew that he couldn't think of an answer, and he could only wait for the day when the truth came to light. After all, he was just an outsider.But even though Zhang Haike was an insider in his plan, he still couldn't understand what he was planning. What role could Shuangpi Nai play?Poison it?That would be too childish.

Wu Xie was in a negative mood, not because everyone was hiding something from him, but because the old man's notes he read in the dark room last time made him feel very uncomfortable every time he thought about them.

That transcript was too real, as if it was a story that happened around me.And it was so blatantly ugly that Wu Xie couldn't help but waver in his original determination to stay in the palace permanently.

I don't know if it's because he is used to being alone in the 21st century, or because he can't accept this kind of naked and ugly intrigue in his nature.When Wu Xie found that this palace was too different from what he had imagined, he would unconsciously have the intention of retreating.

It was a man-eating cage, but he took it for a gorgeous birdcage.There are bloody wrecks everywhere, but he once wanted to show his ambition here.

"Wu Xie, the prince wants to take a bath." The servant girl in charge shouted from outside the door.Wu Xie shook her head to clear away those messy thoughts, and got up to open the door with a promise.

Now there is a default rule in the mansion, whenever the prince goes to warm the house, he will be contracted by him.But Zhang Qiling is very gentleman these days, he was allowed to prepare hot water and sandalwood before leaving.

Five days later, at Si o'clock in the morning, Wu Xie was called into the palace to prepare a birthday banquet.Unexpectedly, Zhang Qiling did not come forward to obstruct him, and Wu Xie was even a little unaccustomed to it.Before leaving, feeling inexplicably uneasy, Wu Xie paced back and forth in the room, and finally found the maid in charge.

"Where's your lord?"

"I don't know." The servant girl said, "Dragon has never seen the end these few days. Why, do you miss him?"

Wu Xie was not in the mood to joke with her, and told her seriously: "Before the prince enters the palace, you must tell him that the things I made at the banquet tonight must not be eaten."

Seeing that Wu Xie was so serious, the maid nodded and said in a daze, "...Okay, don't worry, I will tell you."

"En." Wu Xie took a deep breath, making sure there were no other omissions, and then followed the eunuch who came to summon him into the palace.

The preparation process of the dishes presented for the birthday banquet is very complicated, so it needs to be tried in advance.Wu Xie's double skin milk puts a lot of sugar because of his personal preference for sweetness.The maid who tasted it kept asking him to lighten it up and then lighten it up, saying that the Empress Dowager often felt dizzy and weak.Wu Xie complained that this must be hyperlipidemia, what kind of birthday party should I have, why not drink more Tiantianqing.

After a busy afternoon, Wu Xie managed to get some rest time in the evening, and he got busy again before the stool was warmed up.This time, the banquet officially started. The kitchen was very busy, and there were cooks standing in front of each stove. For a while, the smell of cooking oil, onion, milk, and sweetness wafted together and gathered in the air above the kitchen.There is a supervisory maid beside each cook, lest they tamper with the dishes.Wu Xie couldn't help wondering, did Zhang Haike want him to present the double skin milk?Even if it's a good show.

"Hey, what you took is salt." The maid next to her reminded Wu Xie.Wu Xie shook his hand, and the salt almost spilled into the milk.He hurriedly smiled, and apologized and changed the sugar into it.

Wu Xie was absent-mindedly stirring the milk on the pot. The cook next to him was making a pot of stew. The smell of vegetables, spices and meat wafted out, a bit like a modern spicy hot pot, very tempting.A flash of light flashed in Wu Xie's heart, and he suddenly understood Zhang Haike's plan.

He probably used the principle of mutual restraint of food to use some means.

This is not surprising in modern times, and it is even easy to think about it.But in ancient times when science was extremely underdeveloped and there was no such thing as chemistry, Zhang Haike's poisoning plan was seamless.

If he wants to harm someone, or use other people's hands to blame others.This will undoubtedly not leave any traces, he only needs to inject another harmless substance into that person before the banquet, and when the milk triggers the toxicity during the banquet, he can only be called a sudden death.Because the banquet is non-toxic, everyone eats it.

After Wu Xie figured it out, the milk in the pot was already steamed.Put it into a marigold and put it on a plate, and then it will be presented to the banquet with other dishes by uniformly dressed maids.

Wu Xie sat in a daze on the bamboo chair in the kitchen. The sound of silk and bamboo and chatting and laughing in the front hall invaded the kitchen with the night wind. It was clear and crisp, which made Wu Xie feel extremely unreal when he thought of the sinister intentions behind it.

Such a cheerful banquet, the news of that person's sudden death may spread tomorrow.

"Hello." A maid stepped in from the kitchen door and said to Wu Xie, "Make another portion of your pastries, there are not enough for the table."

"Oh." Wu Xie responded and started to work again.Only then did I realize that too much milk was wasted during the trial in the afternoon, and there was not enough milk in the kitchen.All the servants and maids gathered in the front hall, and the few remaining in the kitchen were also busy.Wu Xie had no choice but to go out of Cixi Hall to borrow milk from other kitchens.

With the sound of orchestra fluttering in the night, Wu Xie seemed to have returned to a modern concert venue.Along the way, because it was the Empress Dowager's birthday banquet, the kitchen of the other hall was also very happy to offer milk. Although it was an adjacent hall, it was so long with many twists and turns.It took Wu Xie a moment to go back and forth.

He walked into the main entrance of Cixi Hall with a bucket of milk in his arms, and suddenly he smelled a distinct burnt smell.

It's not the burning of the fried vegetables, but the smoky and all-encompassing burnt smell.

Around the main hall in the distance, there were countless servants running back and forth carrying buckets, with flames and green smoke soaring into the sky above their heads.The tongue of fire has licked the window paper and burned into the bare air, making crackling noises with teeth and claws.

Just as Wu Xie was about to approach, the eunuch in charge had already brought people over to clean up the guests, sending out all the ministers and idlers who had escaped.

The firefighting was still going on, and Wu Xie heard the words of the people who carried the water. They said that the fire started suddenly, and it burned from the front hall to the kitchen. I don't know how many people are still trapped in it.

Wu Xie stood outside the hall in a daze, at a loss, holding a large bucket of milk in his arms.Should I go back to the palace?Should I stay here?

The thicker smoke made him unable to think.It wasn't until a young man in a black robe was helped out by two attendants and got into the carriage that Wu Xie rushed over in shock.

Zhang Qiling leaned against the wall of the carriage indifferently, and when he saw Wu Xie coming in, he sat aside and left a mat for him.Wu Xie wanted to ask the entourage, but the entourage stepped forward and said: "Get in the car first, the prince is injured."

Speeding back to the palace along the way, Zhang Qiling closed his eyes and meditated the whole time.Wu Xie stared at him from time to time, but couldn't see where the injury was.After getting off the car, Zhang Qiling calmly walked into the bedroom, Xuan came to the imperial physician, and Wu Xie saw clearly that Zhang Qiling had a small area of ​​burns on his left shoulder.

After seeing it, the imperial doctor said that it was not in the way. If it is handled well, it can avoid leaving scars and even restore it to its original state.A follower withdrew from the room, patted Wu Xie on the shoulder, and signaled him to follow.

Wu Xie left the room with that person, and the outside was quite refreshing.The man looked at Wu Xie and said, "My lord was fine, but I heard you were in the kitchen, so I forced my way in."

Wu Xie was stunned.

"I followed the prince since I was a child, and he must hope to have you by my side at this moment." The man took a deep look at Wu Xie, as if he didn't understand why the prince favored him so much, he turned and walked into the night.

Wu Xie stood outside the door for a while, the wind was cool but his heart was very irritable.After a while, the imperial physician finished applying the medicine and stepped back, Wu Xie hesitated for a while before walking in.

A lamp is like a bean, standing on the small table beside the bed.Several layers of white gauze was wrapped around Zhang Qiling's left shoulder, his upper body was naked, and he was sleeping peacefully.Wu Xie approached lightly and pulled the quilt for him, turned around and blew out the candle to leave.

Caught off guard, a hand reached out from under the quilt to hold his.