Chapter 207 Acid

Jiang Xuening felt drowsy when she returned to the room, barely washed her face, and took advantage of the cold to sleep in bed.

When I wake up early the next morning, the sky will be bright.

The entire General's Mansion was quiet, and the sound of toasting and toasting from last night was no longer heard. She expected that the banquet had already ended, and yawned as she stood up. After all, she missed breakfast time, so she asked someone to take a shower and slowly tidied up, preparing for lunch again.

But she didn't expect to dry her hair, and the sword book came outside.

For some reason, Jiang Xuening's spirit shook.

Before Jianshu could even speak, her eyes lit up a bit and she said, "Sir, looking for me?"

Jianshu was actually taken aback by her, paused for a moment, and then replied, "Yes."

Jiang Xuening lowered her voice again and continued, "Did your husband make food?"

Jianshu glanced at her with a faint expression, unsure if he should reveal the truth to her. However, when he recalled the gaze of his master staring at the table, his spine was chilling. He didn't dare to say much, only nodded and said, "I did it."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xuening immediately jumped up and clapped her hands, saying, "I knew my master was a deity descending to earth, a saint descending to the world, and Guanyin Bodhisattva didn't have such a kind heart. There wasn't much delicious food along the way, and even peach slices and cakes made me feel bored. Last night at the banquet, I thought to myself, the chef in Yanlin's mansion isn't very good. I didn't expect my master to make something to eat today. Please wait for me, I'll come right away."

Sword Book: "..."

Your heart is really not small at all.

Jian Shu responded with a "yes" and stood outside, waiting for her to tidy up before leading her people all the way through the courtyard hall to the front of Xie Wei's house.

A few gray and black bricks were built under the eaves, with a evergreen tree planted inside.

The house is also plain and unremarkable in appearance.

It's just that there are few people coming to this place, and it's particularly quiet. Perhaps it was the house that Yan Lin specially selected for Xie Wei.

At this moment, several dishes have already been placed on the kang table by the window.

Xie Wei sat on the left side with a glass of wine beside him.

Just then, I heard footsteps outside and no one came in. Jiang Xuening's greeting voice had already come in: "Sir, the student has invited you to come!"

Jiang Xuening stood at the door and glanced inside first.

I saw Xie Wei sitting over there.

This was no different from when they quietly met in the kitchen of Jinan Prefecture, not to mention that the good dishes had already been placed on the table, and she didn't even need to cook anymore. Jiang Xuening's eyes lit up with joy.

Xie Wei looked up at her with a light and ethereal gaze, and smiled, "Come in."

Jiang Xuening followed suit and came in.

Not only did she come in, but she also consciously sat opposite Xie Wei, picked up the pair of ivory chopsticks placed on the right side of the table, looked down at the table, and was overjoyed.

There are five or six different types.

The smoked Roast squab is dark red in color, the white jade tofu is tender and juicy, the shredded chicken Snow fungus soup is bright in color, and the white flower duck tongue is exquisite in pieces. What's more, there is a plate of lamb in the middle, and I don't know how to use the sauce to brush it. The surface of each piece is soaked in oil, and there are some scallions on the edge.

Only a slight odor wafted out, making people unable to resist drooling.

Jiang Xuening almost reached out her chopsticks, but when she looked up, she saw Xie Wei sitting opposite her drinking. She couldn't help but be taken aback and looked carefully in front of him, then at her own chopsticks. She wondered, "Sir, why don't you have chopsticks over there?"

Xie Wei looked at her and said, "I was full yesterday."

Jiang Xuening pondered whether this meant "not hungry". He lifted his chopsticks and turned them around, probing, "Are they all made for me?"

Xie Wei took a sip of wine and smiled, "Are you my student?"

Inexplicably, Jiang Xuening felt a chill behind her back.

Despite the delicious food, Xie Wei's appearance has not changed much compared to usual. Moreover, he has been treating her so well recently, which has completely dispelled his original vigilance towards this person. At this moment, he has not deeply thought about it.

She happily picked up a piece of lamb and put it into her mouth with chopsticks.

The meat is indeed delicate, tender, and delicious.

Just

Does this taste seem slightly sour?

Jiang Xuening tasted it and thought it was because the sauce she brushed was quite unique, so she couldn't say what new flavor it was. She had to try it out more to find out.

So I quickly took another piece.

However, as she bit down and chewed into her mouth, several streams of sour water mixed with the fat of her muscles were squeezed out and filled her entire mouth.

"Ugh!"

I don't know how many years of aged vinegar had been stored, and the sour taste made her face furrow. Almost immediately, she covered her mouth and spat out the piece of meat towards the nearby dishes!

However, the sour taste is still in the mouth.

She was so embarrassed that she couldn't even speak, so she quickly reached out to fetch water and said, "What's the smell!"

Xie Wei casually handed over the cup of wine he had taken two sips of.

Jiang Xuening didn't even look at it before taking a sip and looking up.

And then

The already wrinkled slapped face turned pale in an instant. She choked so much that she lost her wine cup and covered her throat, coughing violently: "Cough, cough! Thank you, cough cough! Thank you, Ju'an - cough!"

It's like having tuberculosis.

Her face was flushed with extreme sourness and spiciness, all in one mouth, rushing up to her head like a fire, unable to vomit even if she wanted to!

I wish I could die on the spot!

Xie Wei looked at her without any surprise and said, "Why, it's so sour?"

Do you want to seek wealth or harm your life?!

Jiang Xuening has never eaten such sour food in her two lifetimes!

If you hear what the other person is saying, where can you still not understand?

This is simply intentional treatment of her!

I only hate that I didn't pay attention and said - Xie's heart is ruthless and his hands are black, clearly a demon in the evil prison. She is obsessed with what kind of mentality and dares to think that he is a saint born with a good heart?

The taste was indescribable for a moment.

Jiang Xuening almost fainted.

She didn't have much time to answer Xie Wei's words. She only searched the room for tea, but couldn't even find a teapot. She held down her throat, coughed hard, and helped the door frame, running outside.

Xie Wei glanced at her without stopping.

The swords, qin, and books are all in the courtyard.

Both of them heard the commotion of flipping boxes and cabinets inside the room.

However, seeing Jiang Xuening appear to have been poisoned by someone, I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart.

Jiang Xuening was more familiar with Jianshu, and a few coughs had already made her hoarse. At this moment, she was even more afraid of being heard by the narrow-minded Xie in the room. She grabbed Jianshu and lowered her voice, saying, "Quick, bring a glass of water!"

As she spoke, she felt nauseous again.

Jianshu's eyelids twitched, but he dared not be held by her for too long, so he hurriedly went to fetch water.

What a big tea cup.

Jiang Xuening took over and gulped down half of the cup before feeling better, but the sour and spicy taste still lingered in her throat, and she couldn't get rid of it no matter what!

Those surnamed Xie are going to die!

Jianshu looked at her expression, his eyelids twitching, and he whispered, "Sir, I'm not happy in my heart. There are also some things that don't taste good when cooking."

Jiang Xuening almost escaped from anger.

Is that not delicious enough to describe?

It's like using the strongest burning knife to mix her with a glass of vinegar! Drinking it would take half a life!

She looked up and drank the remaining half of the tea, then handed it back to Jianshu's hand, waved her hand, and walked outside.

Jianshu asked, "Sir, over there?"

===Kunning Section 258===

Jiang Xuening turned around and glanced at Xie Wei's house, feeling that the whole room was emitting black energy towards the outside. How could she dare to take half a step inside? He shuddered and said, "No, don't come looking for me again! Your husband has a brain, cough, something's wrong..."

As she spoke, her voice drifted a bit.

The whole person seemed to be stepping on a cloud, with a soft figure and weak feet, swaying as if only one last breath was left, and walked out from the corridor.

Swords and swords looked at each other in writing.

After a while, I heard a calm cry from the room, "Sword Book."

The sword book stirred up a spirit and entered.

The table was full of dishes and hardly touched.

Xie Wei stood on the edge with a clear and graceful figure, casually wiping off a few drops of vinegar wine that had just been stuck on his finger with a snow-white silk handkerchief. It seemed as if he had done nothing just now, and he said in a low voice, "We've all taken them to feed the dog."

Jian Shu's scalp tingled and he said, "Yes."

He tidied up everything on the table and took it out.

Daoqin glanced at it and shook her head.

Jian Shu felt lingering fear and lowered his voice, saying, "Because of Miss Ning Er and the Crown Prince?"

Dao Qin said, "Almost the same."

Jianshu was puzzled and said, "But what was previously silent..."

Dao Qin said, "If we could have achieved success early, why wait until now? Sir, there's no need to worry."

Jianshu gestured to him to look at his hand and said, "So this?"

Upon seeing it, Dao Qin remained silent.

The two of them glanced at each other again.

After all, it was Jianshu who accepted his fate and walked over from the side to deal with these things that had been painstakingly crafted all morning. Just a few steps away, he stopped again, hesitated for a moment, turned his head and asked, "Daoqin, you said, if the dog doesn't want to eat, what should we do?"

"..."

Obviously, this is an extremely likely issue.

Dao Qin remained silent for a moment and thought seriously before saying, "Either the dog dies, or you die."

Sword Book: "..."