Waste prince: Why do you force me to be emperor?

At this time.

Lu Shu sat on the threshold and said, "Old ghost, the arrangement I just made is the prince's arrangement, just follow orders!"

The old ghost was a little surprised: "Can that kind of tactics work?"

Lu Shu glared at him: "My lord is proficient in the art of war, what do you think?"

The old ghost shrank his neck: "That will definitely work!"

"Hahaha......"

Everyone in the hall burst into laughter again.

But, is it really okay?

This kind of defense method is unheard of!

Old ghost, I have no idea!

In the inner courtyard of Wubao.

at this time.

Everyone in Sima Mansion smelled the aroma of barbecue wafting in from the outside, and felt the fire of hunger burning in their stomachs!

Sima Lan was already hungry!

Holding her pretty face, she sat on the horse stool and asked feebly: "Little Ge, why don't we eat noodles with Prince Huang?"

now.

Sima Ge's fair face was covered with pot ashes, he gritted his teeth, and vigorously stir-fried the beef in the pot, as if competing with it: "You are the second lady of Sima's mansion, the future princess, how can you squat with a group of big-headed soldiers?" Eat noodles together?"

"What's more, the young lady has been well-clothed and well-fed since she was a child. That kind of vulgar face will definitely not enter the young lady's mouth!"

"The food that Miss wants to eat must be exquisite."

"The person who cooks food must be a chef!"

"Miss, am I doing right?"

"Gollum..."

Sima Lan's stomach was growling with hunger, and he agreed with the wrong words: "You did the right thing!"

But, looking at the beef tumbling in the pot, she couldn't help but ask, "Chef Xiao Ge, why is your beef so black?"

Sima Ge said coldly: "It's because it's the meat of a black cow!"

The veins in the corners of Sima Lan's eyes twitched violently a few times: "The black cow's hide is black, shouldn't the meat be red?"

The corner of Sima Ge's mouth twitched stubbornly: "This one is quite special, the meat is also black."

"Hey......"

Sima Lan sighed faintly: "Then why is there a burnt smell?"

"Why is there a flame in your unique black beef?"

That's all for now.

"boom......"

The butter in the pot is on fire!

Sima Ge was startled, and he picked up the gourd scoop from the side and splashed water to put out the fire.

"Boom boom boom..."

The fire is much fiercer!

Sima Lan quickly picked up the lid of the pot, and without fear of the fire, she covered the pot heavily.

Immediately.

The fire in the pot was cut off from the oxygen -- it went out!

"Hey......"

Sima Lan asked helplessly, "My chef, what should I do?"

All the dead men looked at each other in blank dismay, all of whom had nothing to love.

Since they were young, they have only been obsessed with practicing killing skills and cooking, which is not their field of expertise.

What's more, in this era when gentlemen stay away from cooking, men generally don't cook.

This is also the reason why Sima Ge is in charge of the chef.

At this time.

In another pot, the smell of burnt rice made the inner courtyard even more smoky.

"Oops!"

Sima Ge kicked out, and the makeshift stone stove collapsed!

A black pot fell to the ground, and the black and yellow rice was scattered all over the ground.

Sima Lan was speechless: "Little Ge, if you are like this...how can you marry in the future?"

Sima Ge's mentality was a little broken: "Miss, I'm your dead man, I want to stay by your side for the rest of my life, and I won't get married."

"Miss, please bear with me, I will do it again!"

"It will be a success!"

Her face is like a cat, and she wants to cry in her heart: "Is cooking so difficult?"

Just when the mentality of all the dead men collapsed.

The wounded soldiers walked into the inner courtyard carrying bowls of fried noodles, and the smell of barbecue made everyone salivate.

Xiaobai looked at the messy inner courtyard, with no abnormal expression on his face, and walked forward to salute with a smile on his face: "Miss Sima, the prince smells the smell of food in the inner courtyard, and is worried that the eldest brothers and sisters in Sima's mansion are not good at cooking in the wild. , specially asked me to bring the oil-splashed noodles he made himself, please don't dislike me, miss!"

The smell of fried noodles and barbecue has made the hungry crowd irresistible.

Sima Lan's beautiful eyes smiled, and she asked in a puzzled way: "Boss Bai, why did you let the prince cook himself?"

The little white face explained: "This oil-splashed noodles was figured out by the prince himself, and no one else knows it. Therefore, this time, the prince can only make it."

"My lord said, fellow travelers, we eat and sleep together, this pasta is ordinary, I hope Miss Sima will not dislike it!"

Sima Lan smiled sweetly: "This oil-splashed noodles are ordinary, but made by your prince himself, it is probably the most precious pasta in the world!"

"Short hand to grab people, soft mouth to eat people... The prince really did a good job!"

"Thank you, Mr. Bai, for sending me the face!"

"Little Ge, this is the new pasta that the prince rewarded, so hurry up and take it and share it with everyone!"

"Yes!"

Sima Ge glared at Xiao Bai viciously with a small face: "Thank you, Manager Bai!"

Shortly after.

Xiaobai led all the guards and retreated with a smile.

Sima Lan walked into the side room, her beautiful eyes were full of curiosity, she picked up the chopsticks on the table, and took a small bite.

Immediately.

A wonderful taste enveloped her taste buds: "It's delicious!"

There was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, and she muttered to the oily face: "Your personal guard will be deeply moved after eating your face, and will die for you!"

"The Sima Mansion's slain soldiers will do their best to protect you after eating noodles from your own hands!"

"This bowl of fried noodles...is cooked so well!"

"Eat the noodles to your heart!"

then.

She didn't care about maintaining the elegance of a lady, so she started eating with big mouthfuls.

It's really delicious!

"Xilihulu..."

In the inner courtyard, the sounds of eating noodles and drinking soup came and went.

All the dead soldiers are so hungry!

Sima Ge squatted at the door of the wing room, sucking on the noodles fiercely, and muttered indistinctly: "Miss, you can't just like him just because he can make noodles!"

"Otherwise, you will be a widow."

"Boom..."

Sima Lan walked over, stretched out her jade hand, and flicked Sima Ge's forehead twice: "If you eat someone else's food, you don't think his life will last long, it's really bad!"

Sima Ge said confidently: "I am thinking of Miss."

At this moment.

The Wubao hall has been divided in two by a strip of silk.

The old ghost was the first to walk into the silk, and stared at the half-masked Xia Xia who only showed his eyes: "See you, my lord!"

"No need to be polite, save time!"

"Yes!"

The old ghost sat in front of Xia Tian, ​​took off his shirt, a long knife wound lay across his chest, the flesh on the edge of the wound was red and swollen, and part of it had suppurated!

It looks very hideous.

Xia Tian took out a long silver needle from the wallet next to her, put the needle tip on the lit candle and burned it: "I have seen your injury twice, the first time was when we first met for the injury examination."

"The second time is when I take a shower."

"The reason why your wound has been unable to heal, and the repeated redness, swelling and suppuration is mainly because the poison in the wound has not been pulled out."

"I will pierce your pus first, pull out the pus head, then expel the poison from your wound, and finally apply this king's original golden sore medicine, and your wound will be healed!"

The old ghost is overjoyed!

Xia Tian continued: "There are some strange things smeared on the Sirius weapon, and if you are injured by it, those strange things will turn into strange poison in your body, although it will not kill you immediately, but the endless pain will accompany you. Your whole life, until life is slowly worse than death, very vicious!"

A trace of hatred flashed in the old ghost's eyes: "My lord, what did the Sirian put on the knife?"

A cold light flashed in Xia Tian's eyes: "The water of rotten livestock carcasses, feces, liquid of poisonous snakes, water of iron rust, water of poisonous weeds, etc. These things are very difficult to deal with!"

Painful memories flashed in the old ghost's eyes: "Indeed!"

"Many old brothers did not die on the battlefield, but were tortured to death by this incurable injury!"

Speaking of it.

The old ghost looked at Xia Tian expectantly: "My lord, can you cure it?"

"Can?"