Chapter 23
Xiao Huan suspected that he did not understand this world.
"You said he and Zheng Wanyun were eating cherry fried dumplings while watching the show?"
Liang Chun hesitated for a moment and nodded.
When he first learned the news, he also felt it was outrageous. He wondered if one of his subordinates had not passed on the information properly, causing the rumor to spread like this, so he specially confirmed it again.
Facts have proven that the truth is even more outrageous than rumors. Not only was Zheng Daru led astray, but even Dr. Sun, who had always been upright in the Imperial College, also followed suit. Fortunately, not many people noticed it, otherwise he would have been impeached by the censor for being disrespectful.
Liang Chun wiped the sweat from his forehead and did not dare to look up at the emperor.
Xiao Huan felt like a fool for having shown a subtle concern for Xie Ling just now. He shouldn't have thought that this guy couldn't let go.
Pressing his forehead slightly, Xiao Huan withdrew his gaze expressionlessly and continued to review memorials.
Seeing that His Majesty did not ask Liang Chun for a long time, he retreated wisely, thinking that he must be cautious when reporting the news about Master Xie next time.
But, Your Majesty is angry, right?
Right?
Although his face still looked gloomy and nothing could be seen, Liang Chun was able to sense that His Majesty was not in a good mood.
Tsk, I don’t know who is going to be unlucky today. He rubbed his arms quietly and looked up at the sky, pretending not to notice.
…
After Xie Ling finished a large portion of cherry fried food, he felt dry in the mouth. Although this thing tastes good, one cannot eat too much. After eating more than ten of them in a row, he actually felt a little irritated.
Dr. Sun winked and said, "Thank you, my friend. I have some tea here."
"Would you like to drink?"
There was a pot of tea on the table in front of him, and he was brewing tea in a leisurely manner. If he had not been childish and snatched the last piece of cherry from him just now, he would have been very hermit-like.
It would be a waste if you don't drink the tea that was given for free. Xie Ling looked at the teacher and saw that he didn't express any opinion and left it to him to decide, so he nodded immediately.
Soon, a cup of hot tea was brewed and handed over, and Xie Ling lowered his head to smell it.
Well, I couldn't smell anything, but the way he pretended just now, coupled with his dazzling temperament, did attract the attention of several people nearby.
Several young men who were originally discussing scriptures in the forest saw Dr. Sun brew tea for the young man next to him and thought that they had entered the tea tasting stage.
Although it was a poetry gathering, they didn't just talk about poetry. The Classic of Tea was occasionally mentioned. A young man who had just finished playing the zither came over and greeted Xie Ling in a friendly manner before asking casually.
"Is this brother tasting the newly produced Taiping Houkui?"
What? Xie Ling held the teacup with an awkward but polite smile. Zhang Jing was just about to discuss the tea ceremony with this brother who looked elegant, when he saw the brother opposite him raise his hand and bring the untasted tea to him after hearing what he said.
"How about you try it?"
There was a moment of silence in the air, and several fellow tea lovers who were about to discuss the classics of tea were stunned.
Dr. Sun was stunned for a moment and almost died of laughter. He choked on a mouthful of tea. It was Zheng Wanyun's timely intervention that prevented the doctor from dying from the tea.
Zhang Jing really wanted to say that he was not here to drink tea, even though this tea was Taiping Houkui, and even though it was brewed by Dr. Sun himself, but... that was not what he meant!
When their eyes met, Xie Ling's look was so sincere that Zhang Jing couldn't help but wonder if he was too vulgar to understand what this young man meant?
Seeing that he didn't taste it, Xie Ling forced him to feed him a mouthful. Seeing the few top students who had just surrounded him leave in a daze, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
But he was so thirsty!
After changing the teacup, Xie Ling poured him a cup of tea, smacked his lips, but couldn't taste any difference.
“Is this Taiping Houkui?”
“I can’t taste anything.”
Zheng Wanyun: ...
Thinking of Xie Ling guzzling those top-quality teas in the palace, he shook his head.
"It is indeed Taiping Houkui, the same one you drank yesterday." He just didn't know it clearly.
Xie Ling instantly felt that the tea in his hand was hot, not only this cup, but also yesterday's cup. How much good tea had he wasted? Xie Ling usually drank this as ordinary water, but now he thought it was a waste of good things.
His toothache expression was so obvious that even Zheng Daru was silent this time. He could no longer utter the elegant words "What kind of tea you drink is entirely up to your taste and preference."
Fortunately, Xie Ling was very good at comforting himself. It was just a cow chewing on a peony. Never mind. He was not a refined person anyway. He couldn't spit out what he drank.
However, after an incense stick of time, Xie Ling began to drink tea in small sips, one breath at a time, in a very natural and fresh way.
Dr. Sun, who was watching, couldn't help but touch his forehead.
…
The poetry reading started at Chen time and ended at You time. By this time, the atmosphere had gradually heated up. In order to present the poem "without any awkwardness" in front of His Majesty when he came, several students had already started guessing questions around the orchid.
Xie Ling watched from afar as the big brother whom he had just fed a sip of tea walked to the front. Seeing the few people who were "guessing questions" behind him, he showed disdain and snorted coldly.
"Pretend."
The four words were neither too big nor too small, loud enough for the three young men who picked up the pens to hear. After hearing Zhang Jing's evaluation, their faces twisted for a moment.
They had been at odds with Zhang Jing for a long time. Although the Imperial College was not big, as the first institution of learning under the imperial city, it was full of dignitaries.
Where there are people, there will naturally be struggles. They represented the Dongshan School, while Zhang Jing and his people represented the military honors in the capital, and they had always looked down on each other.
Especially since this poetry meeting was organized by Chen Siye, he would naturally favor them.
Zhang Jing and his companions had been feeling aggrieved for a long time, but since it was just a poetry gathering, it was not a good idea to bring it to the court, so their fathers ordered them to keep it to themselves.
Zhang Jing sneered, "It is said that His Majesty will draw the questions on the spot after he arrives, but everyone knows that Chen Siye has already leaked the questions to you in private."
"Why are you pretending now?"
There is a difference between leaking the test questions in advance and performing on the spot. After all, knowing in advance gives you room for preparation. If the people from the Dongshan School knew the test questions in advance, they would definitely be able to outperform those students who are completely clueless.
Xie Ling didn't expect that the melon could be eaten so much. Although this was not an imperial examination but just a private poetry gathering, how could such a thing happen when His Majesty was going to be there in person?
That shouldn’t be the case, right?
He looked at Zheng Daru and Dr. Sun, both of them looked straight ahead as if they didn't hear anything at all, so Xie Ling also understood, and immediately pretended to be hard of hearing and lowered his head to drink tea, as if he couldn't hear anything happening over there through the trees.
The quarrel between the two became more and more intense. At first, Zhang Jing just couldn't stand it and made some sarcastic remarks, but he didn't expect Chen Keyu to dare to refute him after doing such a thing. He suddenly became angry and his voice quickly attracted Chen Siye who was hosting the poetry meeting.
Chen Shengbo originally thought that it was just a few quarrels between students, but he didn't expect it to attract so much attention. He glanced at the people next to him, and someone immediately walked over to separate the two groups of people.
"His Majesty will be here soon. Do you want to cause trouble here and offend His Majesty?"
With just one sentence, Zhang Jing, who wanted to argue just now, had to swallow his words and turned away unwillingly.
The few people from the Dongshan School snorted coldly and smoothed their sleeves. However, they were not in the mood to continue guessing the questions at this time. They stood scattered on the side, staring at Zhang Jing and his group, and were on guard against them causing trouble.
…
After reviewing today's memorials, Xiao Huan estimated the time and looked at the eunuch.
"What time is it?"
"It's noon, Your Majesty." The eunuch beside him answered cautiously.
Xiao Huan motioned for someone to collect the memorials that had already been reviewed and stood up: "Since the time is almost up, why didn't you remind me earlier?"
Since Wang Bao was not around, those young eunuchs with little experience naturally did not dare to remind His Majesty that the time was almost up, but fortunately there was no delay.
After taking a bath and changing into casual clothes, Xiao Huan took a carriage out of the palace. He was originally sitting in the carriage with his eyes closed to rest. After reviewing memorials all morning, he felt a little tired even now.
As he was walking, Xiao Huan heard the hawking sounds outside the window and for some reason he lifted the curtain to take a look.
It was not his first time to leave the palace. The East Market was still the same as before. He glanced at the sugar-coated fruits being sold below, then frowned and lowered the curtain after a while.
Greasy.
I don’t know why Xie Ling likes to eat it.
His face was pale, and he didn't frown until he arrived at the Imperial College.
Chen Siye, who had just finished checking the selected poem topics, was about to ask the time when he saw the eunuch Wang's face change in front of the emperor. He immediately realized that the emperor had arrived.
The few of them looked at each other, then followed Eunuch Wang to the gate of the Imperial College to pay their respects.
"Your Majesty."
When Xiao Huan was away from home, he didn't care much about formalities. Besides, he came here just to weigh the weight, so he just called out casually.
"I heard that the poetry gathering is quite interesting. I want to see it today."
When the noise came from the door, all the students knelt down, including Xie Ling. However, he was too far away and did not see the Emperor Wu coming. It was not until everyone walked to the waterside pavilion in the middle, intentionally or unintentionally, that Xie Ling and Zheng Daru went over.
As soon as he walked over, he saw Emperor Wu in the crowd. Even though he was surrounded by a group of people, Xiao Huan's unique aura was still noticeable at a glance, even though some people at the scene had not realized that he was the emperor.
This was not the first time Xie Ling had looked at His Majesty from this angle. He had seen it last time in the camp outside the capital.
"Tsk, come to think of it, Your Majesty is simply born to be the center of attention."
Xiao Huan casually glanced at the bushes, and when his eyes were flashed by the golden light, his facial expression froze. He retracted his gaze as if nothing had happened, but when he thought of Xie Ling's sigh just now, his mood became strange again.
The emotion just now... those who know it think that he has the appearance of an emperor, and those who don't know it may think that it has some other meaning. In this situation, Xiao Huan controlled himself not to think too much, suppressed the thought that just arose in his mind, and walked to the top seat and sat down.
Chen Shengbo had been waiting at the side, bending over. When he saw the emperor take his seat, he whispered a few words to someone beside him, then stood up and said, "Poetry gatherings always require a topic before they can be performed. According to the practice of previous years, the Imperial College has already prepared the topic, and it's all in this box."
"I, your humble servant, would like to ask for your Majesty's dragon energy today, so that these students can be more enthusiastic."
Because it was a private gathering, Chen Shengbo tried to figure out the emperor's intention and spoke respectfully while smiling, so as not to bore His Majesty.
Xiao Huan raised his eyebrows with a smile, and signaled Wang Bao to bring up the brocade box.
However, he did not start drawing questions immediately. He just said, "Give seats to the doctors."
There were many seats next to the water pavilion, and Xiao Huan was not interested in making a group of people stand. As in previous years, after he opened his mouth, the eunuchs led the officials from the Imperial College to take their seats one by one.
Of course, Zheng Wanyun also had a seat. Although his position was neither high nor low in the Imperial College, because he had been favored by the emperor recently, the eunuchs specially led him to sit a little closer to the front.
As for Xie Ling... the teacher has a position, but as a disciple, of course he can't have one. Haven't you seen all the students in the garden standing in a hurry? But he is better than others, and he can stand with the teacher.
After standing with Zheng Daru, Xie Ling looked around boredly. Well, except for him, the other doctors had disciples behind them, some with one and some with two. Even the disciples of the Dongshan School who had just clashed with Zhang Jing and others walked behind the two officials.
So these two are also from the Dongshan School?
Xiao Huan knew the specific details long before he came, so he knew it better than him, but he just suppressed it for the time being.
When Chen Shengbo looked up at him, he glanced at the brocade box.
The box was sealed on all four sides and had dragon patterns embroidered on it to show that no one except the emperor could touch it.
Seeing His Majesty's indifferent eyes, Chen Shengbo, who was originally sure of success, suddenly felt a little uneasy. However, he naturally did not dare to urge him at this time, so he could only bend down and wait.
Fortunately, His Majesty withdrew his gaze in just a moment and reached into the box.
Xiao Huan took out the paper and unfolded it to look at it.
"Blood horse."
This poetry gathering was dedicated to the Ferghana horse.
Wang Bao beside him reached out his hand, took the paper respectfully and read it aloud in a low voice.
Everyone in the garden had different expressions. Zhang Jing frowned and looked at Chen Keyu without saying anything.
The topic of "blood horse" does not sound very common, and everyone was quiet for a moment.
Xie Ling subconsciously raised his head and met the emperor's eyes. Xiao Huan didn't expect him to look at him suddenly, and the next moment he saw the golden light on his head and was curious.
"I don't know if what Zhang Jing said is true. Was this topic decided long ago?"
Seeing that he also had strange moments, Xiao Huan raised his eyebrows. He didn't know everything, did he?
But of course he couldn't say this. So from Xie Ling's perspective, he just saw His Majesty glance at him and then look away.
The scene was gradually becoming lively with the doctor's words. Xiao Huan looked like he was listening carefully, but in fact his eyes would fall on Xie Ling's head from time to time.
Well, I can now catch up on the novel I missed yesterday.
The words Xie Ling just muttered to himself have been deleted. The complete novel above his head has been there since he entered the garden, but he only has time to read it now.
Xiao Huan skipped the previous redundant description and saw:
"His Majesty thinks I have talent, so he asked me to be in charge of the dragon body with Elder Xia from now on. But why do I always feel weird when I sleep every night?"
Xiao Huan: Isn't it strange that there are Eagle Guards monitoring us every day?
"Forget it. I don't want to think about it anymore. It is well known that His Majesty does not accept idle people under his command. It is impossible to get by under the Emperor Wu. If the host expects that a set of Five Animals Exercises performed by Divine Doctor Hua can keep his job forever, then he is obviously wrong."
"The next day, three eagle guards were on duty, and Emperor Wu asked the owner to continue his research and produce results in seven days."
"Original poster: ..."
"If the owner of this building had such a spirit of research, would he end up like this?"
"But the knife has to be used, so the host has no choice but to sit in the Imperial Hospital and recall whether there are any well-known maintenance secrets in the past life."
"Thanks to the Internet, although I am not a medical student, I have heard a lot of health-preserving recipes. Although most of them are hearsay, they do have some scientific basis."
"Well, according to the diagnosis made by Dean Xia some time ago, Emperor Wu actually has some blood problems. After all, according to the author's observation, Emperor Wu doesn't seem to like eating meat. Tsk, if an emperor on horseback likes to eat vegetarian food, how can his body be healthy? If the body consumes too much energy but can't keep up, it will cause problems."
"So blindly abstaining from sex and fasting is not good."
Xiao Huan: ...I know, I know, don’t say anymore.
A whole article is criticizing him, but it is indeed not good to dislike eating meat. Xia Changli also made suggestions before, but I ignored them in order to keep my body clean. Now it seems that I can try to put it on the agenda. After all, the result of a short life is in front of us, so we should take care of it in advance anyway.
Yes, now even if Xiao Huan didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that perhaps in the history that Xie Ling knew, his life span was really not long. After all, considering Xie Ling's current "concern" for him, it was unlikely that he would be deceived.
The words above his head appeared one after another. Xiao Huan had originally planned to patiently finish reading today's novel first, but it was a bit inconvenient outside. He had only read half of the poetry reading when changes occurred.
The cause was that the poems written by Zhang Jing and others were ridiculed.
After being guided by several doctors, students began to ponder and prepare, and then asked someone to put ink beside them and write.
Chen Shengbo glanced at his nephew intentionally or unintentionally, and saw that Chen Keyu had a proper posture and looked like a gentleman, and he nodded secretly.
At this time, you can't be too impatient. It's best to create the appearance of a gentleman who doesn't care about fame and fortune. This will not only avoid being rejected, but also leave a good impression on the emperor. In addition, with the poems prepared in advance... Chen Shengbo is almost certain to pave the way before the imperial examination.
He raised his eyes slightly and glanced upward quietly, wanting to see what the emperor thought, but he could not see the emperor's expression clearly because of the heavy seats between them.
Xiao Huan withdrew his gaze from Xie Ling's head and heard the noise. Chen Keyu, the direct descendant of the Dongshan School, was still brewing, but Chen Bei, who was also from the Chen family, snorted deliberately after his junior brother next to Zhang Jing finished writing a poem, perhaps to avenge the previous trouble.
He thought that his seat was some distance away from the emperor and no one would hear it, but he didn't expect that Zhang Jing was impatient and stood up on the spot when he saw his friend being ridiculed.
The inkstone on the table fell to the ground because of the movement, and the sound was particularly harsh. Even Xie Ling shifted his gaze over.
"Wow."
system:……
What are you saying? You look shocked.
Xie Ling: "I can guarantee that something will happen to the system later."
No need to wait any longer, maybe it will be released now.
Sure enough, Zhang Jing stood up and glared at the Chen family member who had made sarcastic remarks, but he was dragged back and could not move forward. It happened that at this time, Chen Keyu had finished writing his poem.
I have to say that this senior brother of the Dongshan School is quite capable.
After finishing the poem gracefully, he bent down slightly, and the eunuch who was in charge of timing came forward and took away the papers in front of the student who was writing the poem one by one.
Everything seemed normal. Xiao Huan closed his eyes slightly. When Wang Bao checked the papers one by one and handed them back to him, he casually opened them and started reading.
Well, when Xiao Huan saw this pile of poems, his first reaction was that they were all better than those written by Xie Ling.
Not to mention anything else, just say that although these characters are all written in the Taige style, each one has its own thought, some are fresh and some are grand, and none of them is ugly.
Xiao Huan had been looking at Xie Ling's clumsy handwriting for a while, and he actually felt a little uncomfortable looking at such normal Taige style.
Thinking to himself that he was really influenced by him, he took a deep breath and looked down.
As more than forty sheets of rice paper were flipped through, Chen Shengbo raised his eyes and saw that His Majesty's finger stopped on a page, as if he had been looking at it for a long time.
The place fell silent unconsciously, and Xiao Huan glanced at the three words "Chen Keyu".
"Is this Chen Keyu a rising star of the Dongshan School?" he asked in an inexplicable tone.
Chen Shengbo thought that the poems they prepared in advance had won the favor of His Majesty, and he was very happy. He hinted to his nephew to come forward. At this time, Zhang Jing, who was held back, could no longer bear it!
In a rush of impulse, he broke free from his classmate's sleeve, walked forward, knelt down and saluted.
"Your Majesty, I want to sue Chen Siye of the Imperial Academy and the Dongshan School for fraud."
"This poetry gathering has a different title."
Zhang Jing really couldn't bear it. Seeing that Chen Keyu, who was at odds with them and had just mocked them, seemed to be favored because of his poetry, he was so angry that he forgot all the advice from his family.
When he reached the center and the emperor on the stage cast a cold glance at him, he felt the fear. His back was covered with cold sweat and his hands and feet were sore.
But the arrow was on the string and had to be shot. Zhang Jing gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty, please check the brocade box for the lottery."
When these words were spoken, the whole audience was in an uproar, and many officials from the Imperial College stood up and angrily denounced Zhang Jing for being so daring.
"How can you easily check what your majesty has touched? What is your intention? Where does this trip put the royal family's reputation?"
Xie Ling: …
"Well, is the royal face such an inconvenient thing?" Xiao Huan, who also felt that this thing was not that important, nodded, but this time he just raised his hand slightly, and the civil servants who stood up immediately lowered their heads and dared not say anything.
Xiao Huan said calmly: "This poetry gathering was originally for private entertainment. I will not blame you if you raise any objections."
"But since some people have doubts about this, I am curious as well."
"Someone, open the brocade box."
Things developed too suddenly, and by the time Chen Shengbo wanted to dissuade him, it was too late. Neither he nor the officials of the Dongshan School had expected that Zhang Jing would be so bold as to file a lawsuit directly before His Majesty for just a poetry gathering!
How to end it now?
Seeing that the brocade box in front of him was about to be opened, Chen Shengbo fell to his knees with a plop.
"Your Majesty, there is no precedent for opening a brocade box. Is this unlucky?"
Xiao Huan snorted and laughed, unmoved, and directly reached out to take the knife handed over by the Eagle Guard. With a "click", he chopped the brocade box. As the dragon pattern collapsed, Xie Ling saw pieces of paper falling on the table.
There were probably about thirty notes, and without exception - all of them were about the Arabian horse.
With a loud "boom", the whole place fell silent. Even the civil servant who had just scolded Zhang Jing knelt on the ground in fear.
This is a crime of deceiving the emperor!
Thirty gleaming Ferghana horses, what else could it be but a trick to fool the emperor? Moreover, Ferghana horses... this topic is also very interesting. Everyone knows that the current emperor loves war. Now thinking about this topic that has long been a cheating topic, it has a special meaning.
Everyone's eyes were meaningful, and Chen Shengbo was so embarrassed that he was panicking. What was more important than being panicked was that he didn't know how His Majesty would deal with the situation this time.
It’s just… a private poetry gathering shouldn’t be able to be brought to the imperial court, right?
Xiao Huan came here to suppress the arrogance of the civil servants of the Dongshan School, so he would certainly not let them go at this time. He had known about the brocade box for a long time, and it can be said that if Zhang Jing had not come out to expose it, he would definitely find other reasons to open the box.
Xie Ling looked down and then up.
"I understand."
Xiao Huan was just making use of the topic to expound on it, when he suddenly paused when he saw the glaring golden characters.
Understand?
Xie Ling reacted? His brain was not slow, and he was satisfied with Xiao Huan but he didn't say much, just knocked on the table.
What does an emperor look like when he is angry? He is not furious or mad, but he just cracks the box open and takes a look. The people below are trembling with fear, and dare not raise their heads.
Xiao Huan waved his hand and had Chen Shengbo and Chen Keyu dragged away. He said calmly, "Investigate."
"In the past, the late emperor valued the Imperial Academy and showed it many favors. Is this how the Dongshan School repays the late emperor and me?"
After just a few words, Chen Shengbo collapsed to the ground and was dragged away before he could even explain himself.
It was really scary that a good poetry meeting turned out like this. Wang Bao knew His Majesty's thoughts long ago, and he was watching his heart. But Xie Ling was not nervous after a while.
Well, it seems that Emperor Wu is not completely angry. His impression of Emperor Wu being really angry is a little different from now. Now it seems that he is just saving his face.
The system was speechless as to how all of Xie Ling's talents came together here, and it could even sense the Martial Emperor's emotions.
Seeing this, Xie Ling quietly relaxed and changed his feet, then stood next to teacher Zheng Wanyun and leaned closer without making a sound.
Is it because you can't stand for too long? Xiao Huan choked, his anger was neither high nor low, but he pretended not to see it and acted as if nothing had happened:
"Well, I am not a man-eating tiger."
"Now that the matter has been clarified, let's continue."
Everyone: ...
How can this continue?
But the emperor had spoken, could they still pretend not to see it? They had to pretend to be nice. At the end of the poetry meeting, a champion who usually studied poetry was chosen. The meeting ended peacefully, and there was no objection this time.
Xie Ling persisted until the end and was amazed. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the imperial carriage was about to leave, but it was obviously too early for him to breathe a sigh of relief. In the morning, it was Zheng Daru who came to the palace gate to pick him up. In the evening, Zheng Daru couldn't enter the palace, so he had to go back with His Majesty.
The imperial carriage stopped in front, and just as Xie Ling was thinking about leaving with Zheng Daru, the eunuch next to him pulled his sleeve.
"Thank you, Master. Let's go."
"Your Majesty is waiting for you."
Xie Ling: ...Okay.
No one noticed him when the banquet was over. Xie Ling walked out carefully. As soon as he got on the carriage, he saw Emperor Wu resting with his eyes closed. He was not worried about what happened at the banquet at all.
"What an amazing ability to control emotions." He couldn't help but sigh.
Xiao Huan glanced at him with a twitching eye. Did he think that everyone was as noisy as he was? From the crown prince to the de facto emperor, it was impossible for Xiao Huan to say that he had no scheming.
Xie Ling blinked and was about to take the opportunity to compliment him when he heard His Majesty say, "I asked you to learn and observe the poetry meeting. How do you think it went?"
He paused and said nonchalantly: "There is a ready-made paper and pen in the carriage. I can write it down now."
Xie Ling:……!!!
What?
Listen, is this what a human being would say?
Xie Ling couldn't believe it, Xie Ling was at a loss, and Xie Ling was amazed.
However, the eunuch had already prepared paper and pen. In the imperial carriage, which was a level higher than the wobbly carriage that had previously been used to leave the palace, Xie Ling could only pick up the pen with tears in her eyes.
Xiao Huan's mood inexplicably improved. Just now, he dealt with the Dongshan School in a calm manner, but now there was a hint of smile on his brows. Unfortunately, Xie Ling, who was immersed in pain, did not notice it at all.
The system was silent for a moment. Looking at Emperor Wu, who was laughing happily at the host's misfortune, it was hard to imagine whether he would continue to laugh in a while.
After all, the rest of the novel...tsk.
After finishing his work, Xiao Huan picked up a book, put down his teacup, and looked above Xie Ling's head, preparing to finish reading the rest of the novel before returning to the palace.
"Three sentences to make His Majesty fall in love with me" continues:
"So how can we make Your Majesty feel the joy of health preservation?"
"The author racked his brains to research, and finally dug out a recipe from the corners of his memory. It happened to be related to Qi and blood. Although he didn't remember where he saw the recipe, he remembered the content!"
"Your Majesty is in such a hurry that I don't have time to recall too much. I plan to try this prescription. After memorizing the prescription, I started to prepare the medicine according to the proportions. Thanks to the almighty Imperial Hospital, it has everything."
"The host prepared it that afternoon and tasted it himself. You must be kidding. If it works when presented to the Emperor, it's fine. But if it doesn't work and makes people feel uncomfortable, wouldn't that be fatal?!"
"Let the host try it in advance."
"First day, under observation, nothing happened."
"I was under observation the next day, and everything was fine."
"The third day was normal."
"Perfect! I have passed the three-day observation method and can present it to the Emperor."
"The host confidently took his things and asked for an audience. He waited outside for a while before he was able to get in."
"When the host brought up the bowl of soup with the result of his recollection, Emperor Wu looked at him and was obviously a little surprised. But thinking of the Five Animal Exercises, he still called Dean Xia to come over and check it out."
"Well, brown sugar, eggs, and wheat bran. These three are very healthy, there can't be any problem."
"Sure enough, Dean Xia hesitated for a moment, but finally came to the conclusion that it was non-toxic and harmless. But he didn't dare to say more about the specific effects."
"This is enough. Many prescriptions are derived from such step-by-step trials."
"The host smiled as he watched the Emperor frown and drank it. He thought he was a genius for remembering such a long-lost secret recipe, but as he thought about it, the memories of the dead began to attack him."
"Wait, brown sugar, eggs, wheat bran..."
"I couldn't remember the source of this recipe two days ago, but now I suddenly remembered it!"
"The host was dumbfounded, confused, and crying."
"Help! This seems to have been posted by a blogger specializing in animal husbandry that I followed online!"
"So this tonic blood-replenishing formula is actually aimed at - postpartum care for sows?!"
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