She was about to speak, but Dashu used a silver spoon to scoop a bite of the green unknown object in the bowl and handed it to Sima Zhi as usual: "This is a good thing to cure dry and knot symptoms. Can you still go to the summer heat to relieve fever on weekdays. Can the emperor taste it?"

After saying that, Dashu lowered his eyes and thought in his heart as he thought: What he pretended to be was not shit here, but stinky tofu with fermented bean curd and sweet potato mash, and then kneaded it into strips.

Sima Zhi finally calmed down when he heard Dashu's voice.

It turned out that she didn't eat shit, so she scared him to death.

People in Liang are good at Gu, especially Dashu, who have a strange magic power that can make people with weak minds obey them.

Last time he had seen Dashu's power at the mass grave. Judging from the fact that he could have heard Chen Chuchu's voice a long time ago, it can be proved that she is a weak-willed person.

It is not difficult for Dashu to manipulate her.

Just as he was losing his mind, he heard Dashu's voice coming from: Sima Zhi is so brave, he will definitely be embarrassed in front of Chuchu.

Sima Zhi raised his eyebrows and looked at the unknown object emitting a foul smell in the bowl. This thing is really like what Dashu said?

Why did he look at the things in this bowl, so it looks so shit?

"Does the emperor really not eat it?"

Dashu smiled and sent the bowl forward again.

Sima Zhi was too lazy to pay attention to him and was about to refuse, but suddenly there was a female voice in his ear.

——Take a bite, Dashu is testing you. He guessed that you could read minds. He made an agreement with me and thought that the bowl contained feces, but in fact it was stinky tofu and sweet potato mashed.

Sima Zhi lowered his eyes and covered the coldness in his eyes. It turned out that Dashu had guessed the mind reading thing and told her about it.

But there is something wrong with Chen Chuchu. Dashu didn't think as she said, thinking in his heart that this bowl contained feces. Dashu explained from the beginning that this bowl contained stinky tofu and sweet potato mash.

What tricks does Dashu want to play?

He hesitated for a moment, raised his hand to take the porcelain bowl, scooped a spoonful with a silver spoon, and then covered his cheeks with his wide sleeves, opened his thin lips slightly, and there was a significant swallowing movement in his throat.

Sima Zhi put the spoon back, pursed his lips gently, and said as usual: "It's not delicious."

Dashu narrowed his eyes and curled his lips and sneered.

Of course it won't taste delicious. In addition to those things just now, he also mixed some overnight feces that he took from the pit without telling Chen Chuchu.

He had to take revenge on his foot washing last night to be fair, right?

Hearing Dashu's voice, Sima Zhi's expression remained unchanged. He wiped his thin lips with a silk handkerchief: "What kind of good thing should be eaten by Lin Fei. The remaining half bowl will be given to you."

He narrowed his slender eyes and said word by word: "You can't leave a mouthful."

Dashu didn't take Sima Zhi's trick. He raised his jaw and his eyes were full of sarcasm: "I don't like to eat shit."

Chen Chuchu was stunned when she heard this: "What do you mean?"

Dashu turned his head and held his chin with his arms: "literally."

Chen Chuchu's arms trembled slightly, and her eyes gazed on the porcelain bowl, her stomach was rumbling, and a stream of air was faintly thrusting from her throat. She bent down and vomited.

Fortunately, she didn't have any meals at noon today, and the porridge and eggs in the morning were almost completely digested, and almost all she vomited was clear water.

Sima Zhi quickly squatted down and wanted to pat her on the back. Chen Chuchu had vomited almost as much as he could, but her eyes accidentally swept his thin lips, and she couldn't help but vomit.

When she thought of her mouth having eaten shit, she felt that she would probably not be able to look directly at his mouth in the rest of her life.

When Sima Zhi heard this, he realized the reason why she vomited continuously. He patted her on the back and said laughing and crying: "I didn't eat, I just did it."

He just wanted to see what medicine Dashu sold in this gourd. Not to mention that there was shit in that bowl, even if it was not mixed, he would never touch something of unknown origin.

Chen Chuchu looked at him with tears in his eyes: "Don't lie to me."

He patted her head and said in a gentle voice: "If you don't lie to you, don't believe me, you can smell it?"

Chen Chuchu wiped his tears and shook his head: "No, wait for me to slow down."

After finally coaxing her, Sima Zhi swept his eyes to Dashu: "Do you think that with Liang Kingdom supporting you, you can do whatever you want?"

"What you did just now is enough for you to be sentenced to death thousands of times."

His tone was neither salty nor light, but with a sharp and solemn voice: "If you eat this bowl completely, I will not blame you, otherwise..."

Before Sima Zhi finished speaking, Dashu interrupted him impatiently: "What else will happen?

Is it a death sentence?"

"If you don't have to do it, I'll do it myself."

As he said that, Dashu had already taken out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve, and his slender fingers flexibly took out a red pill and quickly swallowed it into his throat.

His movements were too fast, so fast that Sima Zhi had no time to stop him.

Seeing a trace of blood flowing from the corner of Dashu's mouth, Sima Zhitie looked dark and wished he could kick Dashu out of Jin State.

Why do you have to take care of him if you want to die? Just now, Dashu is plotting against him?

A Ji Yu made him almost nervous, and Dashu plotted against him like this again. Dashu would die by then, and Chen Chuchu felt that he had forced Dashu to death.

The air seemed to be frozen at this moment, Chen Chuchu stared at Dashu's blood-covered chin, which was something she had never expected.

It was clearly agreed that she would test whether Sima Zhi had any mind reading skills. Dashu proposed to use this method to test it, but she didn't think much about it.

Who knew that Dashu was actually a lunatic and insisted on going up to death. Not only did he mix shit into Sima Zhi's bowl, but he also exposes himself.

Sima Zhi was just saying something angry, can’t Dashu hear it?

Chen Chuchu held it in for a while and spit out four words from between her teeth: "Are you sick?

!”

Dashu slowly curled the corners of his lips, his voice was low and unpleasant: "I'll give you a gift, which is my meeting gift to my child."

Chen Chuchu didn't understand Dashu's meaning at all. She didn't have the heart to ask, for fear that Dashu would really die.

"Go and call the imperial physician!"

She went up and opened Dashu's mouth, picked up a silver spoon, and hit Dashu's throat, trying to induce vomiting.

Dashu's face turned pale: "Where did you get the spoon?"

Chen Chuchu was stunned for a moment, turned his head and saw that a silver spoon was missing from the porcelain bowl filled with dark green and unknown objects.
Chapter completed!