King Meng looked her from top to bottom, and at last, he did not speak, but stared straight into her eyes, as if to say: I want to hear it.

This burly man sat behind the table, like a towering mountain, and the majesty of the king who had been soaked in time was so dead that there was a dead silence in the tent.

In this depression, Lan Shuying calmly took three steps forward.

"Ten years ago, a girl determined to avenge her family by poisoning the Yanghe River, spared no village downstream."

"Eight years ago, a plague broke out in the southwest state of Great Chu, and no one from the Lancang faction at the center of the plague survived."

"Five years ago, Xiyu and Baimi Kingdom fought a decisive battle in Duxun City, and finally Duxun City turned into a dead city, and the kings of the two countries and a cadre of important ministers all died violently."

When she said this, a pair of indifferent eyes swept over the faces of King Meng and several ministers in turn, tilting their heads slightly, and at that moment, they seemed to see a poisonous snake spitting out letters!

The woman asked in a tactful tone, "How many days does the king think this Wuyang City can last?" ”

King Meng's pupils shrank.

The goatee at the bottom left stood up in horror, pointed at her and said, "You! You're a poison witch! ”

Poisoner!

As soon as the name jumped out of his mouth, the tension that King Meng had caused them before was swept away.

The majesty of the king was not to be offended, but, at least, the king could not have killed them without a word.

This woman, she will!

Wu Xiaoxiao's name sounds harmless, and she is at the opposite end of the spectrum, this woman is a madman, and she has been crazy since her family was destroyed.

Originally, the Wu family was a big family living in seclusion in the mountains, and each member specialized in poison arts.

Wu Xiaoxiao was hidden by her family, witnessed the nearby villagers break in and rob all the property, and when she grew up, she returned to her hometown, first poisoned the villagers near the Yanghe River, and then found the enemy's family, and attracted poisonous insects and snakes at night, and the next morning, there was only a place of blood and a skeleton gnawed by insects and snakes.

The three things mentioned by Lan Shuying above are all Wu Xiaoxiao's "shocking moves".

That's a very casual woman, it's not that if you don't provoke her, she can get along with you.

Just like the Lancang faction, Xiyu and Baimi, each of them can be said to have died unjustly, and no one can tell how they caused the disaster.

No one has ever seen Wu Xiaoxiao's true face, she has no friends, and no one knows where she has been hiding in the past few years.

Lan Shuying dared to play this role.

Because she had seen the real Wu Xiaoxiao in her memory.

Wu Xiaoxiao's use of poison is really powerful, but there is a saying that a mountain is higher than a mountain, and she should not make a mistake in front of the Medicine Emperor. That year, Shi Wei saw Wu Xiaoxiao being caught by the Medicine Emperor, slapped it with one palm, and died on the spot that he couldn't die anymore.

……

King Meng had a dog come with him.

Lan Shuying instantly understood what he meant, shrugged indifferently, and didn't mind showing them a lesson.

Everyone present didn't understand how she made a move, and saw the dog fall to the ground, his limbs twitching for a while, and he died of exhaustion.

“……”

After a brief silence, the king ordered wine to be served, and then ordered to go down and prepare for a feast.

The Mongolian people came from the north and sang all the way until they were stopped by the moat of Wuyang City, it cannot be said that they were sleepy and lacking, but the supply of materials must not be as rich as that in Wuyang City.

Therefore, this dinner is completely different from the hospitality given to her by King Kang.

To be honest, it's actually a bonfire.

The well-built Mongolian women sang and danced around the fire, and in the open space, the warriors sat behind the grills, skillfully turning over the cattle and sheep on the shelves.

King Meng drove away one of the strong men, cut off a plate of freshly roasted mutton with his own hands, and handed it to Lan Shuying.

"Wu, taste the unique food of our clan."

King Meng grinned in the middle of his thick beard, and his attitude was uncomfortably warm compared to when they first met him during the day.

Lan Shuying didn't like this title too much.

This reminded her of the decryption world, where she and Jialan were trapped in pseudo-worlds by the starry sky beast named Wu, and the process was very unpleasant.

But for now, she chose to respect the Mongolian habit of addressing her, and stretched out her hands to take the plate.

King Meng's knife work is very exquisite, a whole piece of mutton is slice by him to almost the same thickness, the burnt crispy skin is edging, the meat is firm and steaming.

It's sprinkled with just coarse salt and a little spice from the north, and it's more of a rustic meaty aroma.

Lan Shuying took out a few leather paper packets from the small bag she carried and sprinkled the powder evenly on the meat pieces.

The hot natural oil soaked the spices, and a strange fragrance rose, attracting the attention of King Meng. His nose twitched, and he subconsciously swallowed his saliva, staring closely at this plate of roast mutton that seemed to be of little difference, but was actually very different.

Lan Shuying smiled secretly in her heart.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have thought that the majestic King Meng would be a cute foodie in private?

And this Mongolian man will not hide his preferences because of his high position.

For example, if he dotes on a concubine, he will never hide her because of this, but hold her high, let her accept the envy of everyone, and enjoy the best treatment, just because she deserves it.

Such a person is very proud, but as long as he can scratch his itch, he will be easier to convince than ordinary people.

This plate of mutton was finally cheaper than King Meng.

He laughed and took the plate back, not caring about etiquette, he directly grabbed the piece of meat with his big hand and stuffed it into his mouth, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Good! Delicious! ”

The meat was roasted by the Mongolian warriors, he cut it by hand, and the only difference from before was the condiments she sprinkled - she picked them in the countryside and jungle on her way here, and after a simple process, it had its own flavor.

Lan Shuying took a small sip of another portion of mutton, and teased him coldly: "The king is not afraid of those poisons made by me?" ”

The eyes of the courtiers and warriors around King Meng suddenly changed.

But King Meng was not afraid, swallowed the piece of meat in his mouth hastily, waved his hand and said, "I'm afraid of a ghost!" If you want to kill this king, you will kill it as soon as you meet, and you still talk so much nonsense? ”

"That little pawn named Li Xueya, since he offended you, you give advice to this king, then this king will break the city for you, and take his head back for you to kick as a ball!"

Lan Shuying pursed her lips and raised her glass at him: "The king is refreshing." ”

After the meal, King Meng kept her and grinned and asked her for more condiments.

Originally, it wasn't a big deal, Lan Shuying handed over the extra condiments in her backpack, which could also be said to be the condiments she had prepared for King Meng, and suddenly someone interjected.

The man reproached King Meng with disapproval, saying that he was greedy for pleasure and had exceeded the degree of desire.

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