Chapter 38: Smelling Poisonous Food

Peace returned to the bedroom in Jingsiyuan.

Guifang and three maids had already stood up from the ground.

They stood aside with their hands hanging down.

His expression was more respectful than before.

There was even a hint of fear that was difficult to conceal.

Zhang Mo also quietly left the room.

He returned to his post outside the courtyard gate.

As if nothing had happened just now.

Ling Zixia sat down at the table again.

The majesty on her face disappeared completely.

She turned back into the weak and vulnerable Aunt Ling.

She held her handkerchief to her mouth.

He coughed lightly twice.

"After what happened just now, I'm actually a little hungry."

She said softly.

Guifang immediately stepped forward upon hearing this.

She bowed and replied.

"To answer Auntie, the Prime Minister gave the order early in the morning."

"From now on, your meals will be directly provided by the mansion's kitchen."

“Three meals a day will be delivered on time.”

"Calculating the time, it's time for lunch."

She had just finished speaking.

The voice of the guard reporting was heard outside the courtyard gate.

"My dear aunt, the food has arrived from the kitchen."

Guifang turned around immediately.

She instructed Mo'er and Xiaoxing.

"You two, go bring in the lunch boxes."

Mo'er and Xiaoxing left in response.

Soon, they came in, each carrying a three-layer rosewood food box.

The food box is beautifully carved.

It still bears the silver stamp of the great kitchen.

This means that the food in the food box is specially provided for the masters in the mansion.

Mo'er and Xiaoxing placed the food box in the small flower hall outside the bedroom.

There is an octagonal table specially used for dining.

They opened the lunch boxes deftly.

They brought out the dishes one by one.

Four dishes, one soup, and a bowl of crystal clear white rice.

The dishes are extremely exquisite.

Steamed sea bass, braised pork with dried bamboo shoots, jade shrimps, and stir-fried shredded vegetables.

There is also a bowl of black chicken soup simmered over low heat.

Every dish is delicious and tasty.

The aroma wafting out makes people's mouths whet.

This was compared to the leftovers Ling Zixia had eaten when she first entered the mansion.

It's like heaven and earth.

Guifang stepped forward.

She took out a pair of silver chopsticks and a silver hairpin from her sleeve.

She carefully tried it in every dish and soup.

The silver hairpin showed no signs of discoloration.

This proves that the food is not mixed with common poisons.

Do all this.

Guifang then spoke respectfully to Ling Zixia.

"Auntie, lunch is ready, please come and have your meal."

Ling Zixia nodded.

She slowly stood up with Qing'er's help.

She walked to the eight-immortal table and sat down.

Qing'er served her a bowl of rice.

Some more food was served to her.

Ling Zixia picked up the chopsticks.

But she didn't pick up her chopsticks immediately.

She just looked at the food in front of her quietly.

She sniffed gently.

A complex aroma entered her nostrils.

It has the fresh aroma of fish.

It has the aroma of meat.

It has the fragrance of vegetables.

There is also a light fragrance of medicinal herbs.

These aromas blend together.

For ordinary people.

I just thought it was a sumptuous lunch.

But Ling Zi, who possesses the blood of the Medicine King,...Xia Wenlai.

But she detected a hint of disharmony in it.

It tasted very bland.

It is perfectly masked by other rich aromas.

It is hidden under the warming and nourishing medicinal aroma of black chicken soup.

As if there is something.

It was the smell of a slow-acting poison called "Seven Day Drunk."

"Seven Days Drunk" itself is colorless and tasteless.

The toxicity is not severe.

Take a small amount daily.

The poisoned person will not feel any discomfort.

You will only feel increasingly tired and sleepy.

Seven days later.

The poisoned person will die quietly in his sleep.

It was as if he had died naturally.

It will not leave any traces of poisoning.

This is an extremely vicious and cruel poison.

It was also created by a deposed concubine in the palace who was proficient in pharmacology.

Ling Zixia's father, Dr. Ling, had seen a description of this poison in a medical book.

And told her when she was young.

A hint of cold murderous intent flashed in Ling Zixia's eyes.

She knows.

Zhao Wuji's temptation and control of her.

It never stopped for a moment.

Overt surveillance and control are not enough.

He also wants to use this most insidious method.

To completely destroy her will.

She unknowingly became a useless person who only knew how to sleep.

Finally died quietly.

There was no trace of strangeness on her face.

She just put down her chopsticks.

She pressed her temples with her handkerchief.

"I don't know why, but I feel a little dizzy today."

She said softly.

"Maybe I just got scared and have no appetite."

Guifang, who was standing aside, heard this.

There was a barely perceptible flicker of nervousness in his eyes.

But her face remained respectful.

"My aunt's health is very important."

"Even if you don't have much of an appetite, you should still have some soup."

"This black chicken soup is carefully stewed by the kitchen using aged ginseng and angelica. It is the most nourishing."

She said, stepping forward herself.

She served Ling Zixia a small bowl of black chicken soup.

She gently pushed the soup bowl in front of Ling Zixia.

Her movements were full of concern.

Ling Zixia looked at the bowl of soup in front of her that exuded the scent of death.

The corner of her mouth curled up into a sneer that no one noticed.

She knows.

She must drink this bowl of soup.

In front of these observers.

She had to drink it.

Otherwise, it will only arouse greater suspicion.

She picked up the bowl of soup.

She stirred it gently with a spoon.

Wisps of hot air rose up.

Her face was blurred.

Just then.

An accident happened.

A fly flew in from nowhere.

It buzzed around the room.

Then it flew straight towards the soup bowl in Ling Zixia's hand.

With a "click".

The fly fell into the soup.

Struggled for a few seconds on the warm soup noodles.

Soon it stopped moving.

Qing'er saw this.

Let out a short cry of surprise.

She was about to step forward.

"Auntie, this soup is dirty. I'll change it for you."

Ling Zi-Xia waved her hand.

She stopped Qing'er's actions.

She looked at the dead fly in the soup.

A thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

She showed no disgust.

Instead, it seemed like he had discovered something interesting.

She fished out the fly with a spoon.

She placed it on a white porcelain plate on the table.

Then.

In the astonished eyes of everyone.

She extended her index finger.

She used her fingertips.

He gently touched the fly's body that was soaked in soup.

The ability of the golden finger is activated instantly.

The toxicity of "Seven Days of Drunk" was instantly reversed.

That deadly slow poison.

Under Ling Zixia's fingertips.

It turned into a strange substance that contained powerful vitality.

Complete this action.

Ling Zixia withdrew her fingers.

She wiped her hands on a napkin.

Then she picked up the bowl of contaminated soup.

She said to Guifang and everyone else.

"No problem."

"It's just a little bug."

"It's a shame it fell down."

Finished.

She brought the bowl to her lips.

She took the bowl of soup which had become a great tonic for her.

Drink it all in one gulp.

Guifang, Moer and others watched her movements.

There was a glimmer of admiration in their eyes.

They felt that although this concubine was weak.

But she is not as delicate as ordinary girls in the boudoir.

Only Ling Zixia herself knows.

She drank it.

What exactly is it.

After drinking the soup.

She picked up the chopsticks again.

She took a few symbolic bites of her food.

Then he put down his bowl and chopsticks.

"I'm tired and need to rest."

"All of you please step back."

Guifang saw that she had indeed eaten.

A stone in my heart fell to the ground.

She immediately took Mo'er and Xiaoxing to clean up the dishes.

Prepare to exit.

Qing'er stepped forward.

She was going to serve Ling Zi..." Xia rested.

Just then.

Ling Zixia suddenly called out to them.

"Wait a moment."

Guifang and others stopped.

They looked at Ling Zixia in confusion.

Ling Zixia's gaze.

It landed on the white porcelain plate containing the fly's corpse.

She said to Guifang.

"Mammy, I have a favor to trouble you with."

"I have always believed in Buddhism and cannot bear to see killing."

"Although this little bug died after accidentally entering the soup, it still has a connection with me."

"Please find a clean place to bury it properly."

This request is a bit strange.

But Guifang didn't think much about it.

She just thought that this aunt was kind-hearted.

He responded respectfully.

"Yes, I obey your command."

She picked up the white porcelain plate carefully.

Then he led everyone out of the bedroom.

Only Ling Zixia and Qing'er were left in the room.

Qing'er stepped forward.

She made the bed for Ling Zixia.

Ling Zixia was lying on the bed.

She closed her eyes.

As if he really fell asleep.

And outside the yard.

Guifang didn't actually bury the fly.

She just felt unlucky.

She carried the plate to a flower bed in the corner of the yard.

She casually poured the dead flies from the plate into the soil.

Then he turned and left.

She didn't see it.

Just after she turned around.

The body of the fly that was already dead.

It has six legs.

Suddenly, there was a very slight twitch.

immediately.

Its stiff wings.

It also trembled slightly.

A faint but pure life force.

It is rapidly recovering in its body.

And at an incredible speed.

Becoming more and more powerful.

Under the soil.

A terrifying mutation that no one knew about.

It's happening quietly.