Wu Zixu obviously didn't expect that the 'Gou Jian' in front of him would really dare to eat, and then looked at his enjoyment, and then started to gossip, frowned and trembled and put his white head forward, and asked suspiciously: "Really?" ”

Seeing that Old Man Wu sent his mouth over, Jiang Bangyan would not let go of such a good opportunity, and quickly dipped his middle finger again, and stuffed it into Old Man Wu's mouth with a 'plop', and asked, "Is it sweet?" ”

Wu Zixu was attacked, he was furious in his heart, and he was about to attack with his fist, but he saw coldly that his own king was looking at him expectantly, his mind turned sharply, he turned his fist into a palm, stroked his beard with a while, and turned his head with a clear conscience: "Sweet!" ”

Then he turned around and said loudly to several other civil officials: "It is indeed sweet, I don't believe you can taste it." ”

Although everyone didn't know if what Wu Zixu said was true, but that thing couldn't be eaten, they had a lot in their hearts, and they looked at each other a few times with bitter faces, and you pushed me and refused to move forward.

Seeing this, Wu Wangfu's face sank, his brows were twisted into a big pimple, and his body lying on the couch writhed irritably a few times, and it took a long time for a long time to spew out an extremely disappointed 'um' word from his nostrils.

As soon as they heard this, the civil officials knew in their hearts: 'The king is very angry, and the consequences are serious. When I was about to pinch my nose to taste the smell of that thing, I felt disgusted to death, and I couldn't muster the courage to say anything, so I had to look at Dazai Boyao for help.

Unable to stand everyone's crayon Xiaoxin's general eyes, Bo Yao gritted his teeth and stared at his eyebrows for a while, lifted his legs to the middle, and bowed respectfully to his husband, and then turned his body to face 'Gou Jian' and asked: "King Yue, you have also tasted the taste, when will my king's illness be cured, do you have a number?" ”

When Jiang Bangyan heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then remembered this allusion to tasting dung to heal the disease, and secretly glanced at the husband, and saw that he yawned and snotted all day long, and looked like a severe cold.

"The prisoners congratulate the king, the king's illness, until his own day, he will be cured. If you think about it, there will be four or five days to go. ”

As soon as he heard that his illness would be cured so quickly, the husband was interested, and sat up with a 'whew': "How do you know? ”

Jiang Bang stroked his beard with his eyes and hands, his eyes were slightly closed, and he tried his best to make an unfathomable appearance, and replied with a shaking head: "The minister heard from the doctor: 'The husband and the dung, the grain tastes also, if you are in good time, you will be born, and if you are against the time, you will die. 'Today's prisoners have tasted the king's dung, and the taste is sweet and sour, which is in response to the spring and summer breath, so as to know it. ”

"Good, good!" When the husband saw that 'Gou Jian' said that he had a nose and eyes, he believed it at that time. He struggled to stand up, staggered to 'Gou Jian', tilted his head hard, glanced at the surrounding Wenchen generals, and sighed with infinite emotion:

"Renzai, Gou Jianye! The affairs of the courtiers, the monarch father, who is willing to taste dung and decide the disease! In the future, you don't have to live in a stable anymore, just stay in a private house nearby. When the widow is healed, he shall send you back to the country. ”

As soon as the husband's voice fell, Wu Zixu hugged his fist and rushed out: "King, taste dung to heal the disease, unheard of, Gou Jian opened the river to bewitch the king, don't believe it!" ”

Jiang Bang was very unhappy when he saw Wu Zixu blocking him, and was about to scold him for a few words, but he saw Dazai Boyao shaking his head vigorously at him, knowing that this was not allowing him to refute, he closed his mouth at the moment, and lowered his head in understanding.

Seeing that 'Gou Jian' was so good, Bo Yao nodded his head with satisfaction, and leaned towards his husband with a chrysanthemum-like smile: "King, the minister thinks that whether Gou Jian is honest or not, he will know in a few days, it is better to let King Yue live in the house first, and then make plans after five or six days, but it is not too late!" ”

The husband nodded thoughtfully, and waved his hand at 'Gou Jian': "Okay, the matter of returning to the country will be decided when the widow recovers, you go down first!" ”

When he returned to his lodgings, he packed up his fellows: a black and shiny 'quilt', a bag of worn-out clothes, a few bundles of straw for mattresses, and a large bowl for eating, and followed the soldier all the way to his new house with excitement.

The moment he saw his 'palace', Jiang Bangyan was really stunned by the creativity and imagination of his great ancestors: four wooden pillars with the thickness of his calves were on top of a beam with the thickness of a bowl falling straight down, surrounded by adobe on all sides, and a triangular straw shed was built on top, so he sketched his new home.

Although the new house is a little unsatisfactory, Jiang Bangyan did not express his disgust, after all, no matter how broken the house is, it is also a house, and it is not known how many times stronger than the stable where mosquitoes are flying around, gadflies are everywhere, and the wind is ventilated on all sides.

politely thanked the two soldiers, cleaned up the house briefly, lay on his so-called couch, rubbed his 'cooing' belly, and admired the spring and autumn night through the gap in the roof.

After tasting the dung for three days, there was no movement, and on the fourth day, before Jiang Bangyan got up from the bed, the two soldiers who were in charge of guarding him sent a decree: 'King Wu invites King Yue to enter the palace to drink!' ’

Under the eaves of people, he had to bow his head, although Jiang Bangyan wanted to sleep at home for a while and had a dream of marrying Liu Nana, but in order to save his neck, he still stubbornly got up from the bed, tried to make an ecstatic appearance, and followed the soldier out of the door.

What are you doing in the palace, Jiang Bangyan doesn't know at all, but the importance of this meeting, Jiang Bangyan has a lot in his heart: "Whether you can return to Yue Guo and enjoy the life of the king depends on today's trembling." ’

In order to prepare himself, he walked a few steps and chased after the two soldiers: "Brother Bing, ask about something!" The two soldiers stopped, looked at each other, and pulled their faces tall: "If there is a fart, let it go!" ”

Why did the soldier give himself a face, Jiang Bangyan understood very well in his heart: "I didn't give any benefits!" Touching his empty pockets, and then looking at his prison uniform, he suddenly found that he was now interpreting the true meaning of the phrase 'people are poor, short horses, thin horses, and long hairs' all the time.

Rao is like this, Jiang Bangyan still did not give up his efforts, he tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, like an angry little daughter-in-law, lowered his head and blushed to the side of the tall soldier, lowered his voice and asked cautiously: "Dare to ask Brother Bing, why did the king call me into the palace!" ”

Regarding this question, the soldier seemed to feel that there was no need to hide it, so it was not difficult for Jiang Bangyan: "Today, the king wants to invite the envoy of Lu to a banquet, and he wants to invite the king of Yue to accompany him!" In order to show the benevolence of my Wu country, I summoned you to the palace. ”