"The young master is back!" a manservant shouted.

Suddenly, all the subordinates moved and began to prepare lunch, a large table rested in the hall, Fan Xian and the old lady sat opposite each other, and there were many dishes in the middle.

The feeling in the room was a little weird, because those who had nothing to do were staring at Fan Xian's chopsticks, and did not go to the backyard to eat, and a few younger girls were secretly swallowing saliva, as if they were a little hungry.

This is the unwritten rule of the Earl's Palace, under Fan Xian's strong request, after the acquiescence of the old lady, everyone has long been accustomed to it - Earl Beppu, as long as Young Master Fan eats in the mansion, then he must have tasted every dish and expressed his satisfaction before others are allowed to eat.

Although I don't understand why the young master, who has always been cute and gentle, has such an arrogant idea, but once Fan Xian's closest eldest girl, Huan Dong'er, tasted the saltiness before Fan Xian ate, and was driven out of the house by Fan Xian viciously, everyone knows that this young master is still the shameless side of the powerful son after all.

Moreover, when Miss Dong'er wept and left, the old lady of the earl only watched coldly, and did not say a word.

In the whole room, there was only the sound of Fan Xian chewing and the slight sound of sipping when drinking soup, and all the subordinates were quietly waiting with their hands down. Just like all large households, the leftover food of the master will always be sent to the place where the lower people live, as a reward for the lower class - so Fan Xian does not eat much per dish, just takes the tip of a chopstick and puts it in his mouth.

But he ate slowly, very carefully, his thin lips twitched, and it looked like two clear lights opening and closing.

The old lady of the Earl's Court kept rubbing a statue in her hand, and she prayed slightly, but she did not make a sound.

After a long time, Fan Xian finally tasted all the dishes, smiled sweetly, his eyes shone softly, pointed to a plate of fried bamboo artemisia on the table, and instructed the servants: "I like to eat this dish." ”

The servants breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly began to add food, and those who did not have a ministry could finally go to the backyard to eat, but another servant went to the kitchen, brought all the remaining fried pennies to the hall, and put them in front of Fan Xian.

"Grandma, please eat. ”

Fan Xian stood up, saluted the old lady very respectfully, and then took the rice bowl with both hands and politely placed it in front of the old lady. And he himself was holding a bowl of rice, constantly carrying the fried bamboo artemisia on the plate, and while chewing, a smile flashed in his eyes, but that smile looked particularly strange on his beautiful face, as if he had finally found something he had been looking for for a long time.

But for some reason, the maids who were waiting on the side looked at the smile on the face of the twelve-year-old boy, and thought of the heavy slap on the face of Steward Zhou in the morning, and their hearts became cold for no reason.

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"I'll take it back to my room and eat. ”

Fan Xian said to the maids around him, and then took the plate of fried bamboo artemisia and a bowl of white rice, and walked to his bedroom in the side courtyard. At this time, the old lady had not finished eating, and it was very rude for the younger generation to leave the table, but the old lady did not say anything.

Back in the room, he took some vomiting powder and swallowed it directly, then put his fingers into his throat, digging desperately, and finally spit out the food residues in his abdomen, and then he didn't dare to slack off, took out a few pills from the drawer, swallowed them with water, and used his true qi all over his body, and found that there really didn't seem to be any problem, so he put his mind at ease.

He glanced at the stir-fried bamboo artemisia on his plate, smiled bitterly, and then poured it into the toilet behind his bed—the dish was poisonous, and it was the "cat button" often used by the secret agents of the Supervision Yuan.

"Cat button" is a citrus-like fruit that grows on the southern island, and it grows beautifully, and the flowers that grow have a strange spicy aroma, and the toxins are stored in the fruit of this fruit.

Because the juice of the cat button is mixed into the meal, it is not easy to change the color of the meal, and it does not smell abnormal, but will increase the aroma of the meal, so it is often used by the secret agents of the Supervision Yuan to carry out assassinations that need to be concealed. Once the poison is in the abdomen, it will start to work around the night, causing people to die of convulsions, especially like some kind of infection-like death, and it is difficult to find out the real cause of death.

Fei Jie is the grandfather of the Supervision Institute to prepare poison, and Fan Xian is Fei Jie's only apprentice, so when he eats the first bite of fried bamboo artemisia, he immediately tastes it - the cat button has no taste, the only flaw is that it will have a little bitter taste - the poisoned assassin actually knows that the juice of the cat button is mixed into the already bitter bamboo artemisia, which is really a very powerful character.

Fan Xian didn't leave the detoxification right away just now, because he was afraid that the old lady would be frightened. But at this time, he was suddenly a little afraid, and his courage was inevitably bigger, if it wasn't for the cat button he thought, but some kind of acute poison, he was only afraid that he was dead at this time.

Since Fei Jie warned him, he has been paying attention to his diet, afraid that the aunt in the palace of Earl Sinan in Kyoto will poison him, so he has the strange scene when he ate just now. He was afraid that the poison he ate did not poison him, but poisoned the people in the palace, so he demanded that all the dishes must be passed by himself first, just like the legendary eunuch in the palace who was responsible for tasting dishes.

Although Fan Xian believes that his life is more important than anyone else, he is also unwilling to let innocent people die because of him.

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Seeing that the young master had come to a place like the kitchen, the servant quickly stood up, brought a bench for him to sit on, and asked with a smile, "Young master, didn't you eat enough just now, and you still want to eat some?"

Fan Xian grinned and said, "I like to eat fried bamboo artemisia." ”

The chef stood next to him and smiled, "If the young master likes it, it's fine." ”

"Well, it's quite fresh, when did you buy it?" Fan Xian nodded vigorously and asked carefully.

"Bought in the morning and naturally fresh. ”

"By the way, have anyone from outside the house ever come to the kitchen today?"

"Lao Ha, who delivered the food, was sick, and his nephew and son had come. ”

"It's nothing, then I'll go first. Fan Xian grabbed a piece of smoked meat from the plate handed by the chef and ate it, and smiled shyly while chewing, "Don't tell grandma that I came to the kitchen to steal food." ”

Watching the little boy leave the kitchen, the servants began to talk about it, saying that the earl's illegitimate son was so good, that he did not have the slightest bad habit of being a son of power, except for ...... The rules of eating are really big.

In a narrow street in the port of Shanzhou, Fan Xian's fingers hooked the back wall of a certain building, and as soon as his arm was forced, the whole person climbed in like a civet cat, which was the home of Lao Ha, who delivered food.

There are only a dozen people in Earl Beppu, except for a group of Yahuan, they are all locals, so many years, so it is not very suspicious. Although the old Ha Fan Xian, who delivered the food, had also seen it, but when he heard that the time of his illness was so strange, he knew that there was something strange.

Lao Ha's room was dark, but in Fan Xian's eyes, it was like daytime, he walked into the room silently, and smelled a trace of blood on the tip of his nose.