Chapter Twenty-Six: Indiscriminate Filling
Xiao Chenyu seemed to have heard something extremely funny, and laughed several times before staring at the Half Moon Prince: "I heard that soaking Yin Yang Wanhua Ginseng with Red Leaf Herbal Juice can soak it into crimson, and it looks similar to a thousand years, but the effect is still a hundred years." β
As soon as these words came out, Prince Half Moon's throat moved, and he subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and dense sweat was already oozing from the corners of his forehead.
Yan Song, who hadn't spoken for a long time, beckoned to Yan Xi again at this moment: "Take it." β
Yan Xi lowered his head when he heard this, and presented the brocade box in his hand to Yan Song.
Yan Song picked up the herb and carefully observed it for a while, and then he already knew it in his heart.
This Yin Yang Wanhua ginseng is indeed not a millennium vintage.
It's just that this fake is the Half Moon Prince after all, no matter how displeased Yan Song is, he can only hold on to a smiling face, and after thinking for a while, he silently ordered the maid behind him to collect this herb.
Seeing Yan Song's reaction, everyone had already guessed what the truth was.
At this moment, they all tacitly took their eyes back.
None of these two can afford to mess with them.
Prince Half Moon had already sat down, but his face was ugly and terrifying.
The hand holding the wine glass also trembled slightly, how did Xiao Chenyu know that this Yin Yang Wanhua Ginseng was not a thousand-year year.
Originally, he calculated that the Yin and Yang Wanhua Ginseng of this thousand years was extremely rare, and there must have been few people in this hall who had seen it, so he took the risk and soaked it in medicinal juice.
It's just that he can't think of how Xiao Chenyu found out.
Xiao Chenyu didn't speak anymore, he seemed to be in a good mood, picked up his wine glass and saluted the half-moon prince, and drank the glass of wine.
The atmosphere on the field was already a little subtle, although this hundred-year-old Yin and Yang Wanhua ginseng was not as rare as a thousand years, but it was also a rare treasure, but in the mouth of the prince of Xiao Guo, it seemed to have become an ordinary herb that could be bought in a street pharmacy.
For a while, no one came forward to give gifts.
Just when everyone thought that today's banquet might not be over.
A slightly immature voice sounded in the hall:
"It's just that a promiscuous Yin and Yang Wanhua Ginseng has caused such a big sensation, if this prince takes out my treasure, won't you be shocked to drop your jaws."
Except for the little prince Luo of the Ming Kingdom, I'm afraid no one dares to say such a thing.
Little Prince Luo had already stood up from his seat at this moment, dressed in a red brocade robe, with silver trim on his wrists and neckline, and a little cinnabar between his eyebrows, faintly revealing a hint of rebelliousness, but his eyes were full of childishness.
Everyone looked at the little prince Luo, and they all said that the little prince Luo rarely attended banquets on weekdays, but they never thought that they would come to this medicine king valley today, and it seems that what he brought this time must be a treasure.
Hearing this, Xiao Chenyu glanced at the little prince Luo opposite, and the corners of his mouth curled into an imperceptible arc.
Little Prince Luo seemed to be very satisfied with everyone's reaction, his hands around his chest, and his face faintly revealed a sense of pride.
He didn't wait for the others to speak, and shouted directly outside the door: "Don't bring it in yet." β
When a small guard outside the door heard this order, he immediately entered the banquet hall with a sandalwood box.
Everyone stretched their necks, waiting to see what this little prince Luo had brought.
As soon as the little guard stood still in the banquet hall, the little prince Luo immediately walked over from his seat and personally opened the sandalwood box.
In the sandalwood box, a layer of red flannel cloth was laid, and on top of it, lay a dagger about eight inches long, dark black all over, without any patterns.
It was just a dagger, but it made people feel that an infinite chill immediately emanated from the wooden box.
Straight to everyone's face.
The killing intent was pervasive, and everyone was silent at this moment.
Yan Xi looked at the dagger and silently praised it in her heart.
It wasn't that she hadn't seen a beautifully crafted cold weapon before, but it was rare that it was as cold as this dagger.
It's as if there is a demon living in the dagger, just waiting for someone to wake it up.
I don't know who said weakly: "That... The dagger seemed to have come from Zhong Yin's hand. β
Someone immediately exclaimed after hearing this.
The prince of Zhaoguo obviously hadn't heard of it again, so he had to stab the little marquis of Languo who was shocked next to him.
"Hey, who is this Zhong Yin?"
If it weren't for the upbringing of a marquis to support him, the little marquis of Languo would probably be about to roar angrily, but at this moment he could only grit his teeth and answer: "Zhong Yin is a generation of weapon masters, and the weapons he made are bloody, and they can't buy them." β
The prince of Zhaoguo sighed thoughtfully, and then asked, "Then what's so strange about this?" β
The patience of the little marquis of Lan Guo has been exhausted by him, is this person really a prince? How come you don't know anything? He waved his hand impatiently and stopped responding to him.
The prince of Zhaoguo touched his nose and kicked the brocade box under his table a little farther.
After the little prince Luo heard that someone recognized this dagger, the smugness on his face became more and more strong, he took the dagger and walked to the center of the banquet hall, and chanted a few lines of poetry without hurrying:
"The moon is like a hook in the west building, and the lonely sycamore locks the autumn.
Cut constantly, away from the chaos, a river away from the autumn cold. β
After the poem was read, the audience was in an uproar.
After hearing these four poems, the prince of Zhaoguo subconsciously wanted to stab the little marquis of Languo beside him, but before his hand was stretched out, he heard a voice with resentment beside him saying: "These are the four extraordinary weapons made by Zhong Yin, which are the moon like a hook, lock Qingqiu, Li sorrow and autumn water cold, and this one in the hand of the little prince Luo is Qiu Shui Han." β
After saying this, the little marquis of Languo sighed deeply, he would rather sit with that Ming King than sit next to this second goods.
After the little prince Luo finished chanting those four lines of poetry, someone in the hall immediately asked: "Could this be the autumn water cold that ranks seventh in the weapon rankings?" β
Hearing this, Little Prince Luo didn't answer, but just asked, "Does anyone not believe it?" You can come up and try it. β
"I'm coming!"
An extremely rough voice came from the crowd, and everyone followed the prestige, only to see that in the last seat, a burly man stood up, looking at the clothes, it seemed to be the prince of a small frontier country.
Under the eyes of everyone, he pulled out the long knife wrapped in black cloth in the hands of the guards behind him, and walked towards the little prince Luo with the knife.
The knife in the hand of the frontier prince faintly revealed a murderous aura, the handle of the knife was engraved with cumbersome patterns, and the back of the knife was inlaid with nine silver rings, which were clanging at the moment.
Those with sharp eyes have already recognized that the knife is the famous century-old treasure knife Cloud Swallowing Knife.
The frontier life is extremely tall, plus this prince has practiced martial arts all year round, and he looks very strong, as if he can kill a cow with just one punch, and at this moment he walked step by step with a long knife, and there was a sense of oppression.
Little Prince Luo was not afraid at all, and even took Qiu Shui Han in his hand and turned around.
At this moment, the frontier prince suddenly took a few steps and made a step, running towards the little prince Luo, and the long knife in his hand was also raised above his head, and he was about to cut it off.
Seeing this, Yan Song stood up from his seat with a sigh, and the guard behind him had already pressed his hand on the hilt of the knife.
Everyone in the audience raised their hearts to their throats.
The sound of the bell came.
But in the blink of an eye, when everyone looked again.
The long knife in the hand of the frontier prince had been broken into two, and the little prince Luo did not move a single step, one hand behind his back, while the other hand held Qiu Shui Han high above his head.
Under the reflection of the glass lamp, the cold light of the autumn water flashed, and there was no damage to the surface.
"Good!"
I don't know who shouted yes, and the rest of the people echoed it.
The frontier prince took two steps back in disbelief, but with one blow, his treasure knife had already been broken in two, and he looked at the autumn water cold in the hand of the little prince Luo, and suddenly regretted that he had not done it at the beginning.
After such a competition, everyone can be sure that this is the autumn water cold created by Zhong Yin. I admired it more and more in my heart, and Master Zhong Yin really lived up to his reputation.
Xiao Chenyu also took this scene into his eyes, he walked in front of Luo Xiaoprince with a glass of wine and handed it to Luo Xiaoprince.
Little Prince Luo didn't know what his intentions were, so he hesitated for a moment and took it.
Xiao Chenyu glanced at the dagger and said as if appreciative: "What a treasure." β
Little Prince Luo raised his head when he heard this: "That's it." β
The smile on the corner of Xiao Chenyu's mouth became more and more obvious: "So, what is the purpose of the little prince Luo to send a dagger on the birthday of the Feng girl?" β
Little Prince Luo didn't seem to notice the inappropriateness in it, and simply said directly: "It's no intention, this is a treasure, if someone can come up with something better than this treasure, I will give Feng Nu to him." β
As soon as this sentence came out, there were already whispers in the audience, and what the little prince Luo said was inevitably a little too confident, as if he was concluding that no one in the audience could come up with a better treasure than his things.
Xiao Chenyu sighed several times before saying, "Little Prince Luo, I don't know if your Taifu has taught you that at other people's birthday banquets, you are the most taboo soldier." β
Little Prince Luo obviously didn't expect Xiao Chenyu to ask like this, he frowned before saying, "Taifu naturally hasn't taught it, it's just that this autumn water cold is a rare treasure, isn't this alone enough?" β
"Hahahaha..." Xiao Chenyu raised his head and laughed a few times, then patted Little Prince Luo on the shoulder, turned his back to him and walked to his position, and said as he walked: "Little Prince Luo might as well go to Taifu's side to practice for a few more years." β
"You!" No matter how naΓ―ve the little prince Luo is, he can also hear that Xiao Chenyu is ridiculing him for not being knowledgeable at this moment.
He doesn't like to study, but he also hates others for saying that he has no knowledge.
In an instant, his heart was full of anger, and he was about to step forward, when he suddenly felt a force coming from his right arm, and he was forced to freeze him in place.
Little Prince Luo looked back, and Gu Yunxing of Fengxia Kingdom was standing behind him.
He was shocked when this person came, and he didn't even notice it.
Gu Yunxing didn't care either, but just said softly in the ear of Little Prince Luo: "Don't be impulsive." β
Then he gently shook a folding fan back to his seat.