"The emperor sleeps six times, one on the road, and five in the small room."

The Road Sleeping Hall is located at the southernmost end of the Zhou Palace, behind the Road Gate, in the Yan Dynasty. It is 21 feet long from north to south, 27 feet long from east to west, and 30 feet high. It has a four-eaves roof, which is extremely luxurious and demonstrates the royal power!

The Road Bedroom, which had been baptized by a night of heavy rain, was quietly shrouded in the haze and humidity after the rain. After the thunder and lightning, the sky did not clear up, but became even more gloomy. It was as dark as a giant curtain, falling from the sky, brewing something...

The Tianguan Tomb Zai Jin chariot that Prince Zhou Ping consecrated slowly parked in front of the Yan Dynasty. The clanking sound was steady and light. The young Dazai stepped down from the chariot lightly, pedaling step by step. There was no trace of yesterday.

The rush and panic.

The Dazai of the current dynasty was the ninth grandson of Zhou Gongdan. He came from a famous family and was named Heijian. At the age of 30, Dazai Heijian was already a minister of the Zhou royal family. In short, he was the ruler of the Zhou royal family and the commander-in-chief of the Zhou Dynasty.

All government affairs of the royal family can be said to be of high authority, one person is under one person and over ten thousand people.

Coincidentally, the only Emperor Zhou who was higher than Dazai Black Shoulder died of illness yesterday...

The gloomy light casts on Dazai Black Shoulder's face, and the fair skin is in sharp contrast with the black official robe. The image of Dazai with pale hair and shambling steps seems to have been ingrained in people's hearts, but Dazai Black Shoulder is younger than expected.

For many years, it seems that time has not dared to damage his face. His upright and delicate face, fair skin, and a pair of slightly narrow eyes reveal the infinite shrewdness of a politician. He has a tall figure and a wide jade belt with four fingers across the waist, which makes him stand tall and tall.

And the slender waist, the whole body loves to reveal the elegance of the literati.

Dazai walked up the steps of the palace on Tianzi Road with black shoulders. After the rain, the Panchi owl and his assistant's head were washed away with their translucent brilliance. Dazai's white palms pushed the assistant's head away. "Boom——" The palace door opened, and Dazai slowly opened the palace door.

Step into.

There are six rooms in the Road Bedroom, and the Ethereal Room is the most noble. At this moment, the light in the noble Ethereal Room is dim, and there is a strong smell of herbal medicine.

A young man was lying on the couch in the queen's room. Even though he was lying down, it could be seen that the man was tall. He should be around twenty years old, or even younger, at the age of a newborn calf.

His face is handsome and resolute, with a high nose bridge and a slightly aquiline nose, but it does not appear too sharp. Everything is just right. He has a righteous face, and his eyebrows are slightly tightened and condensed together. I wonder if it is because of

Fighting against illness.

Dazai Black Shoulder glanced at the young man on the couch lightly, and said calmly: "How is the new king's condition?"

It turns out that the young man on this couch is actually the eldest grandson of King Zhou Ping, the former Prince Lin, and now the Emperor of Zhou who has just ascended the throne!

Yesterday, the previous king passed away, and a strange phenomenon appeared in the sky, which confused the guardian. Before the new king could take the throne, he suddenly fainted and fell ill. He fell ill and was unable to preside over the orthodoxy of the clan.

In the darkness, a man stood next to the hospital bed. His face was stained with a little worry, but he was not worried about the new emperor's condition. His voice was very low, and he said softly like a thief: "Dazai... this... is this really feasible? As long as my nephew

If you don't wake up, you will support me as the new king?"

Dazai's eyes were still light and airy, and he didn't seem to take these things seriously. His delicate face was slowly coated with a layer of arrogance that he had a chance to win, and he said with a smile: "The prince is the second son of the late king, and he is also the orthodox member of my royal family. Why do you feel sorry for yourself?

When the late crown prince died, the late king wanted to make you the crown prince. However, because of your indecision and indecisiveness, you were sent to the State of Zheng as a hostage by the late king. You missed the great opportunity to establish yourself as the crown prince! Now the opportunity is here.

In front of the prince, Duke Zheng has made an alliance with his own blood. He is willing to make an alliance with us and elect the prince as the new king. What is the prince afraid of? It doesn't matter that Prince Lin is the eldest grandson, but he is just a young boy. What about the inheritance of the Zhou royal family?

Can it fall into the hands of a fool?"

Dazai Heijian's voice was clear and crisp, like a knife piercing the other person's heart. He then said quietly: "As long as your good nephew Prince Lin dies, you will be the new king. At this time of life and death,

Are you still thinking about your uncle and nephew's blood relatives? If you still can't make a decision, you will miss out on this world! A prince will always be a prince, and he will not become an emperor until he dies. A difference of one word can make a difference of a thousand miles...

…”

In the darkness, the indecisive man stared closely at his young nephew Wang Zilin on the couch. His voice suddenly became hoarse, and he seemed to have finally made up his mind. In his rough voice, he said only one word: "Kill!"

…

In the dining room, when the waiter slaves heard Qi Lu's eight words, "It's not difficult, but it's okay to do it," they were so frightened that their legs weakened, and they almost stumbled to the ground, crying repeatedly.

"Hengren! This...cannot be accepted!"

"How to do this?"

"If you can't do it, you'll die!"

The young gentleman was surprised at first. He was born into a noble family with a silver spoon in his mouth. What kind of delicacies had he never tasted? He boasted that he had a broad vision, but these slaves and petty officials could not speak the same language. The question raised by the young gentleman was:

Decision is an unsolvable problem.

However, this was the case, and a mere petty official stood up to refute him.

The young gentleman sneered and said: "Can you do it? Okay, I will convince you to lose, but I will say harshly in front of you, if you can't cook it, or the dishes you cook cannot be praised by me.

Approval is a capital offense!"

When the waiter slaves heard this, their faces turned pale. It's easy to say whether they can make this or not. It doesn't look like rice. They can make one or two things after racking their brains. But to ask the young gentleman to praise this thing, I'm afraid it would be impossible.

Even harder!

The little gentleman has his mouth, and he doesn't want to praise him. How can others intimidate him?

This bet is an unsolvable bet. As a young gentleman, Qi Lu is already at a disadvantage. He cannot win, but he will only bring humiliation to himself.

What he didn't expect was that Qi Lu wasn't worried at all. Instead, he smiled faintly, and it was still that "annoying" confident smile. The young gentleman didn't understand. What could he be confident about as a mere petty official?

Qi Lu said calmly: "Since the gentleman is so sure, eating properly is also death, and ignoring food is also death. Why not just wait for a while? We will see what happens."

"Okay, okay!" Mr. Ji agreed with a sneer and said, "I will ask you to survive for a while! You will know later that you have to pay a price for surviving for a moment!"

After he said that, the thugs walked out of the dining room and waited outside.

"What should I do?"

"The Heng people have angered the young gentleman! We are all going to die with him!"

"The villain doesn't want to die! I don't want to die -"

The slaves cried together, but Qi Lu turned a deaf ear. Once he encountered something like cooking, he was in a state of deafness, and nothing could disturb him.

Qi Lu's stature was slender but tall. He stood between the chefs and looked around, taking a general look at the entire dining room, kitchen utensils, and ingredients, and already had a good idea of ​​what was going on.

Qi Lu quickly moved and reached out to grab the rice that the young gentleman asked for. The rice flowed gently in his palm, like white gravel.

The slave next to him wiped his tears and cried: "Mr. Heng, you have never been a cook before, so you don't know anything. This rice looks like old stuff at first glance. It is not a fresh product. If you use this kind of rice to make pure rice, it will be fine."

It has no sweet taste at all, it’s dry and has no aftertaste!”

Chunduo rice is actually equivalent to the modern rice bowl. The ancients fried the meat first, then poured the sauce on the rice or millet rice, which became Chunduo rice.

Qi Lu smiled and said, "Old rice is just right."

When he said this, everyone else was dumbfounded and stared at Qi Lu dumbfounded. Although he didn't say it out loud, his expression was vivid, as if he was saying that Heng people were probably crazy, or that they were whipped into madness by the little gentleman who sacrificed them.

Son, otherwise who would say such nonsense that old rice is exactly like this? Anyone who has made rice or made a fire knows that old rice is not delicious.

Qi Lu ignored the surprised looks of the slaves, and took the rice by himself and started washing it. He moved very quickly, and he looked like an experienced hand at first sight. He washed the rice well and soaked it in some water.

The slaves pricked their hands in place, not knowing what to do, so they heard Qi Lu ask: "Is there a stone mill?"

"Stone mill, what is that?"

Only then did Qi Lu suddenly realize, yes, there seems to be no such thing as stone mills in this era. Stone mills only appeared in the Han Dynasty, but there are already similar things in this era, which should be called...

Qi Lu changed his mind and said: "Nianya."

"Yes, yes!" The slave nodded, leading Qi Lu to look at Nianya, and said, "This is it!"

After preparing the noodle, Qi Lu was very leisurely. After waiting for a while, he looked around at something nearby. He opened a bronze bean here and a bronze closure there.

In this era, food utensils are also very different from modern times. Dou is a bowl with a round foot and round mouth, and he is a box with a lid.

Qi Lu searched for it and opened a bronze lid. Before he could see what it was, a sour and salty smell sprayed between his nose, choking him and he quickly covered his mouth and nose, almost coughing, and took a closer look.

, originally pickled bamboo shoots.

Speaking of pickles, pickles in the Spring and Autumn Period were not generous. Because there was no refrigerator to keep fresh, the nobles began to develop pickles in order to ensure a variety of dishes. Pickles were divided into five types, seven types, dolphins and pieces,

Mirage, beef scallops, pickled pork shoulder, pickled clams, pickled beef scallops, etc.

When the slave saw Qi Lu opening the small lid, he said anxiously: "Heng people, this is pickled and spoiled. It is already bitter and cannot be eaten. The little people are preparing to throw it away."

Qi Lu immediately said: "Why throw it away? It's just right."

Just right? See you again just right!

The slaves looked at each other in confusion. I wonder if the wrong seasonings were put in when the bamboo shoots were pickled. Therefore, as soon as they were opened, they tasted sour and bitter. They knew without tasting that they must not be eaten. Qi Lu actually said that this was just right.

Wouldn't it be disrespectful for him to use such pickled bamboo shoots to feed the young gentleman? It would cost him his head!

However, they didn't know that in Qi Lu's eyes, this was just right.

The slaves' failed product was actually pickled authentic sour bamboo shoots by mistake. At this time, there was no seasoning like vinegar. In fact, there was a "substitute", which was called bitter wine. In their eyes, it was because of its sour taste.

There is no "purification", so it is slightly bitter. The sour bamboo shoots are too pungent and slightly bitter, so they become bitter bamboo shoots that failed to be pickled.

Qi Lu took out these "bitter bamboo shoots" and rinsed them with clean water to wash away the pungent sour and bitter taste on the surface. Soon, the true nature of the sour bamboo shoots in Lushan was finally revealed.

Just now Qi Lu was thinking, "I have never seen the world," but I deliberately made things difficult for the little gentleman. He wanted to eat rice, but he couldn't see the shape of the rice. It couldn't be easier, that is, soak the rice until it becomes confused, and then

Steam or boil to make rice noodles!

Rice noodles do not have the appearance of rice, but they have the fragrance and sweetness of rice. When making this rice noodles, the emphasis is on aged rice. If it is new rice, the rice noodles will break easily, but the rice noodles made with aged rice will be different, silky and smooth.

It's elastic and tough, with clear roots, isn't it just right?

Qi Lu dares to vouch for this kind of rice noodles. Ji Xiaojunzi has never eaten it before. When he came up with the idea of ​​making rice noodles, what kind of rice noodles should he make and what kind of soup can make Ji Xiaojun know the taste? He will never forget it.

Woolen cloth?

When he saw the "bitter bamboo shoots", Qi Lu showed that "unfathomable" smile again. Sure enough, "If you don't believe me, a chess player will have to wait until the end of the game to win or lose." This unsolvable bet,

The banker who thought he would win was afraid that he would lose all his money.
Chapter completed!