Chapter 91 Drinking poisonous wine

After crying all day and night, Lin Ximeng finally accepted her fate.

As night fell, she cried like a child who had lost candy and confessed her will.

"Qingqing and Zijing are both good. Don't make it difficult for them, and don't let them go elsewhere. If it doesn't work, you can just send them to Zhuangzi."

"Dagui is also a good person. Let him work in the front yard as an errand."

"I didn't do well in the backyard. I had a deep hatred for everyone. He wouldn't get a good ending if I left."

"I still have two hundred taels of private money under my bed. Let Qingqing and the others divide it."

"People from Northern Xinjiang, you must keep your word."

After chattering for a long time, Lin Ximeng finally raised his head.

"It's not a big deal, maybe you'll be in a new place when you open your eyes."

Xie Chenyu was puzzled.

Lin Ximeng was too lazy to pay attention to her and stretched out her arms.

"Bring it here, whether it's poisonous wine or white silk, I'm not afraid."

"In the Poison Bar, Bai Ling's death looks ugly. I have found a new poison that can make people leave without knowing it in their dreams without any pain."

He stood up, took a packet of medicinal powder from his chest, poured it into a jug himself, and gave the jug of wine to Lin Ximeng.

"It's getting late, you'd better rest early"

"Come here, take Lin Liangren back to the backyard."

Lin Ximeng bowed down three times and kowtowed nine times before leaving with the poisoned wine.

Before leaving the house, Xie Chenyu did not forget to explain.

"There is no need to tell anyone. I, the King, will handle this matter well. There is no need to worry, Queen Mother."

Lin Ximeng no longer had any worries and decided to leave.

——

That night, Lin Ximeng went back "happy" as usual. When she entered the door, she asked the dining room to cook her favorite hot pot.

"Master, it's too late today, let's eat tomorrow," Qingqing advised.

It was already close to Haishi, and the stove in the dining room might have been turned off. It would take too long to call for it to be cooked again, and I don’t know when it was in my mouth.

"No, I just want to eat today, right now"

The master's attitude was resolute. It was not good for a servant to say anything, so Qingqing went to the dining room to explain everything.

Cut the fresh mutton into thin slices, marinate the beef with egg white, use more vegetables, add more spicy oil in the pot, and make the sesame sauce thicker...

They already knew the kitchen well and said with a smile, don't worry, they know the habits of the beloved young master.

When the hotpot was ready and we were already inside, it started to snow again outside.

Lin Ximeng followed Xie Chenyu's example, setting up a pot by the window, placing wine and meat on the table, and started eating slowly.

Qingqing was puzzled.

"Didn't you say that eating in the room tastes bad? You used to eat in the side hall? Could you please move it over here?"

"No, I'll be here tonight, I'm not going anywhere."

Qingqing wanted to say something else, but Lin Ximeng chased her away.

I was the only one left in the room.

The spicy and fragrant hot pot is steaming hot, and the tender meat slices are shiny with oil.

After eating the tender beef and tasting the fresh bamboo shoots, I burst into tears.

“Such delicious food will be gone soon.”

"Oh my God, you tortured me for two lives, and I died in agony in both lives. I don't know where the next time will be, or in other words, there will be no next time at all."

"It's because I don't have the ability, and I can't even roll the paper well."

But she did try her best.

In my previous life, it was ninety-nine every day. I was a pitiful little community animal. I couldn't bear to eat or wear clothes. I was running around for rent and living every day. I didn't even live in my own house until my death.

In this life, she is the daughter of a guilty minister and the concubine of a prince. She has a low status. She cannot do this or that. She does not have a useful golden finger, and she is not as smart as other time-traveling heroines.

"I'm just stupid. I just don't know how to become a princess and a queen within two years. I can't do it."

I cried out "Wow" and filled the glass of wine with a sip.

The wine is still hot and mellow, maybe the poison has no taste at all.

After tasting it, Lin Ximeng mocked: "Okay, it's quite tasty, let's have another drink."

Filling another glass, Lin Ximeng smiled at the glass.

"Your master wants to be the prince's confidant and is involved in secret affairs. He has no choice but to sacrifice me."

"I hope he gets what he wants."

"Do you think I am a fool? In fact, I understand everything. I am not as stupid as I appear. It has not been easy for him these years. Let him win."

One cup after another.

Being drunk and timid, Lin Ximeng boldly started singing.

Andy Lau, Jacky Cheung, Eason Chan, old fresh meat, young fresh meat, lyrical rock, she started to sway like crazy.

Entirely trapped in a world of its own and unable to extricate itself.

The three of them, Qingqing Bauhinia and Dagui, were lying on the window stack. Dagui wiped the snowflakes from his face and shrank his neck.

"Well, should you call the imperial doctor? The master may be crazy."

Qingqing knocked on his head.

"You are crazy. The master is fine, she is just drunk."

"Has the mistress been stimulated by something? She doesn't know how to drink in the first place?" Zi Jing asked the key to the problem.

Qingqing shook her head: "I don't know, maybe it's because the house has been too depressed recently?"

As he spoke, there was a "pop" in the room, and Lin Ximeng fell to the ground.

The three people outside the window rushed in, helped make the bed, and with all their efforts, they finally put on and took off their clothes, washed and stuffed themselves into bed.

Qingqing wiped her sweat.

"Come on, you all can go, I'll stay up tonight"

Zijin Dagui packed up his things and left.

Qingqing put out the light and lay down on the footrest to sleep. The bamboo flute courtyard finally returned to peace.

——

The next day, the sun rose as usual, and Lin Ximeng woke up as usual.

She got up and patted her cheeks and pinched the flesh on her arms.

"Ouch, it hurts!"

"Master, are you awake?" Qingqing walked in, holding a washbasin in her hand.

"Where is this? What dynasty is it now? Who is the emperor? Who am I?" Lin Ximeng spoke subconsciously.

When I asked, I realized that the person standing in front of me was Qingqing.

"Ah! Ghost! Someone is coming."

A person from the previous life actually traveled to his third life. This is so weird. Help!

Qingqing looked at her as if she were a fool.

"Master, are you sick? I am Qingqing."

"It is now the 22nd year of Hongzhi in the Dasheng Dynasty. It is the nineteenth of the twelfth lunar month. The emperor is seriously ill and still lying in the palace. His Highness went out early in the morning. You are Prince Chu's beloved friend."

It took Lin Ximeng a quarter of an hour to accept the fact that she was not dead and still existed in the second life.

The poison didn't take effect?

This was the first thought that came to her mind.

His Highness has gone out, and he may not know that he is not dead yet.

"It's over, it's over, the poison is useless, it's time to hang yourself next time."

Lin Ximeng's face was sallow, her slender body was huddled, and her whole body was filled with resistance.

Qingqing chuckled.

"What are you talking about? You were drunk last night. Zijin made you some sobering tea. If you feel a headache, drink more later."

Lin Ximeng said nothing.

Qingqing continued to chatter, Zhao Liangdi was in poor health and had a cold, Song Liangdi's housekeeper became more and more strict, and people complained about the lack of oil in many places.

Lin Ximeng still didn't speak.

Qingqing asked: "You don't have a fever?"

"Do you know where Your Highness is going?" Lin Ximeng suddenly raised his head and took away Qingqing's hand.
Chapter completed!