Spirit of the Phoenix: 35. Hidden weapon
Luo wine drips into the body, and the mellow aroma lingers.
Tai'an was overwhelmed with alcohol, covering his chest with his face flushed.
The little prince gradually recovered from his cough, his heart was wet and cold, and he also belatedly covered his chest.
After all the guests had laughed enough, Da Sima raised his palm and patted the little prince on the back, and ordered the maid to bring a handkerchief, pretending to care: "Is Your Highness okay?"
The little prince did not show weakness, his eyes were red and he said in a hoarse voice: "...Da Sima's wine is very good, very good."
The maid filled the line again, and the little prince toasted without hesitation. This was the case for several glasses in succession, and when someone came to toast again, the little prince stood up slowly while supporting the table, his body swaying as if he was overwhelmed with alcohol.
But his hand holding the cup was as steady as a mountain, and he never spilled a drop of Luojiu to wet his clothes.
"Tai'an, are you okay?" He looked at the gap and covered his mouth, lowering his head and asking worriedly.
Tai'an was even more worried than him, so he quickly asked: "Little prince, are you okay?"
But in fact, they stick to each other, so how can they not know each other's embarrassing situation? I would rather take the risk and ask, but in the final analysis, I am just worrying too much.
After drinking for three rounds, the little prince wanted to get up and leave, but was firmly pressed on the seat by the big Sima.
Da Sima was in high spirits tonight, and anyone who offered a toast would not refuse anyone who came. He actually drank too much. At this time, he was so drunk that he couldn't speak clearly, and said with his tongue: "Your Highness, I haven't tasted the unique skill of a cook in my house. Doesn't it mean that the old man's hospitality is not good enough to say goodbye?"
The eldest Sima turned his head and ordered the servants to serve the dishes, the little prince's heart skipped a beat, knowing that this disaster might be inevitable.
Born as a military general of the Chen family, Da Sima was physically strong. When he was young, he marched and fought in battles, slept in the open, and drank blood. Although he is getting older, his habits have not changed. He is still proud of eating raw beef and drinking deer blood.
There is a chef in Da Sima's mansion who cooks a dish of raw calf, which is famous in Chang'an for its tenderness, juiciness and delicious taste.
If there is a banquet in the palace, Da Sima will always send someone to deliver a dish of raw calf prepared by famous chefs in the mansion. A whole plate of tender beef as thin as a cicada's wing is secretly engraved on the Kwai Kou white glaze engraved plate. The bright red blood overflows along the veins of the cuts on the flower branches, like red plums blooming on the white snow, which has a strange beauty.
The empress calmly picked up a thin slice, put it in her mouth and chewed it slowly.
But the emperor next to him was fidgeting at the **** piece of beef, neither eating nor not eating.
The empathetic queen rescued the emperor, using her sleeves as a shield, and sprinkled hot tea on the beef. The thin slices of meat were scalded until half-cooked, just right for the emperor to eat.
On that day, there was such a plate of raw beef on the little prince's table, but the tea in front of him had already cooled down, and no one came to replace it. , replied with a grateful smile.
There is a banquet at Da Sima's mansion today, but the emperor's reluctance to attend the banquet in person is more or less related to the **** dishes on the banquet.
The little prince sighed lightly, squeezed the chopsticks in his hands tightly, and was ready to eat raw beef.
However, the little prince never expected that the last dish at Da Sima's birthday banquet was not a plate of raw beef dripping with blood.
It is a lively calf.
The calf was still suckling, about two months old, and its reddish-brown fur was smooth and smooth. It followed behind a burly man with bare breasts, mooing timidly.
In the middle of the flower hall, in front of the main table stands a pillar with a bowl-thick mouth. The big man tied the calf to the pillar, bowed to the big Sima on the main table, and took out a small black lacquered bucket from behind.
The little prince was still in a daze, but in the next second, before he could react, the burly man suddenly lifted the bucket and poured it on the calf's rear with a splash.
It is boiling water.
The calf wailed sharply and struggled desperately. The big man held down the calf's back spine with one hand, and held a gleaming dagger in the other. He raised the knife and cut off two **** of tender meat the size of a fist from between the calf's thighs in the blink of an eye.
Blood splattered, mixed with the wailing of the calf and applause from the banquet. The shaved tender meat was sliced into dozens of light-transmitting thin meat slices by the big man in the blink of an eye.
The calf watched helplessly as its own flesh and blood were put into white-glazed porcelain plates one after another. The strength of its struggle gradually weakened, and tears the size of beans rolled down its round bell-like eyes.
The little prince could clearly see the tears, his throat was extremely hard, his stomach felt like rolling waves, his nails had already been deeply embedded in his palm, but it seemed useless.
The beef was served on a plate and brought to him.
Da Sima Yan smiled and joked with Yan Yan, but his eyes never left the little prince's hand holding the chopsticks, staring at him.
"Your Highness, how about a taste of the cooking skills in my mansion?" Da Sima said with a chuckle.
I can't bear it anymore, I can bear it all over again.
The little prince gritted his teeth, trying desperately to recall the voice and smile of his deceased mother. The great hatred has not yet been avenged, so he can't be impulsive.
He felt a slight squirm in his chest, and it was Tai'an who kept reminding him that he must not lose his composure at this moment.
The little prince picked up the chopsticks, picked up a slice of bloodshot raw beef, and slowly put it into his mouth.
"Wait a minute!" Da Sima restrained the little prince and patted his forehead suddenly, "Almost forgot!"
He clapped his hands crisply, summoned his servants, brought a green-glazed octagonal plate, and placed it in front of the little prince. The little prince looked down, and there was half a bowl of bright yellow slime on the verdant plate.
The little prince grew up among the folks when he was young, so he recognized it as whipped egg liquid at a glance.
"Raw beef has a very strong fishy smell, and fresh egg liquid can be used to get rid of the fishy smell." Da Sima smiled happily, "Eating dairy beef with fresh chicken will rotten in the mouth. It is tender and juicy. It is delicious in the world."
The little prince was as good as he was good, nodded with a smile, picked up the chopsticks, dipped the beef in the egg liquid, and then slowly sent it to his mouth.
But Da Sima interrupted him for the second time.
"Your Highness, do you know what the other name of this dish is?" Da Sima's smiling eyes contained endless mischief, "The other name of this dish is Aizi."
There was a boom in the little prince's head, and blood rushed to the top of his head in an instant.
When the father dies, he is called the orphan, and when the mother dies, he is called the mourning son. The calf and the eggs are all sons of man, and they both made a Chinese meal.
Da Sima said that the name of this dish is "Aizi". Is he saying that the eggs and calves are pitiful, or is he mocking his prince's dead mother, who has no roots and can only be fished by mermaids?
The little prince's ears were buzzing, but Da Sima paused every word, still saying: "To make this raw milk beef, in order to keep the beef fresh and tender, you have to kill it alive. But the cow licks the calf very affectionately. The howling of the calf when it is slaughtered will cause it to slam into the railing madly, and the strength is so great that it is difficult for several strong men to control it."
"So if you want to kill a calf, you have to kill the cow first." Da Sima smiled half-smile, "Without the cow, how can the calf escape if it struggles?"
These words are explicit and vicious. The little prince's eyes turned black. His mother was hanged alive in front of him, as if it happened last night.
Every word and every sentence was like thunder in his ears, which made him no longer have the strength to endure.
The **** beef dipped in egg liquid was still stuck on the chopsticks, but no matter what, the little prince was unwilling to put the chopsticks into his mouth again.
"How does it taste? Are you still used to it?" Da Sima smiled at Yan Yan, still waiting for the crown prince's reply.
The little prince raised his eyes, his eyes were calm and unwavering, and he slowly opened his mouth.
Tai'an couldn't take it anymore.
She had clenched her fists filled with righteous indignation, trying to endure it. But at this time, she calmed down, her body was soaked in wine, and the smell of wine lingering around her made her feel infinitely courageous under her slight drunkenness.
Tai'an pawed the little prince's chest, and said very lightly: "Little prince, live well. When you become the throne in the future, don't forget to revise the history and rectify my name."
The little prince was shocked when he heard the words, his whole body shook, and the trembling beef slices on the chopsticks fell to the table with a thud.
Da Sima's expression sank, but the little prince couldn't care less, covered his mouth with his sleeve as if he was coughing, and squeezed out a word between his teeth: "Tai'an, don't!"
It's too late.
The thin piece of paper ghosted Tai'an, slid down the lower end of the little prince's python robe, and scurried out of the little prince's robe like a swimming snake.
She walked closely to the ground, followed the gap between the bluestone bricks, and climbed to the feet of Da Sima who was sitting next to the prince.
"Scholars can be killed and cannot be humiliated. I will risk my life today, and I will kill you, a fat old monster!" Pounce on the waist!
The fine and cool touch gradually spread from the body.
Da Sima focused all his attention on the little prince, but subconsciously stretched out his hand to caress his waist.
But the cool feeling suddenly turned into a knife-like pain in the neck!
Da Sima subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover it, but when he lowered his head, he saw the blood in his palm.
The birthday banquet, which was originally full of joy and laughter, was suddenly full of soldiers and roads. Da Sima drew out a short knife from his waist and laid it across his chest, shouting angrily: "Where is the military guard? Haven't caught the assassin yet!"
Da Sima swung the short blade so violently that no one within ten feet of him dared to approach him. The stabbing pain in the neck still came from time to time, Da Sima's eyes were bright, but he didn't see how close the assassin was.
Da Sima backed away suspiciously, but someone in the flower hall shouted, "There is a flying arrow floating around your neck!"
Da Sima lowered his head abruptly, and a red shadow quickly passed before his eyes. It was half a meter long and conical, with one end very thin like the tip of an arrow, and the other end was wide and ring-shaped, like a country suona horn.
This conical hidden weapon has a weird shape and extremely fast speed, making it difficult to catch.
The most frightening thing is that the hidden weapon is clearly a dead object, and there is no rope to control it. At this time, it is as if he has eyes to know the direction of Da Sima, and he aimed directly at his neck. past!
It's Tai'an! The little prince recognized it immediately.
She rolled her paper-thin body into a cylindrical cone, borrowed the wind to hang in the air, and poked at the weak spot of Da Sima's neck time and time again.
But although her speed is not slow, she is light and weak, the paper is soft, and her strength is far from enough! Even if he successfully hit Da Sima, it would only cut the skin on his neck and barely bleed, it would not be fatal at all!
In less than half a cup of tea, Da Sima gradually realized that the "hidden weapon" in front of him was not fatal, but more like a prank. He gradually relaxed, and every time he almost caught Tai'an, she avoided it by taking advantage of her speed.
After a few times, Da Sima put away his playful mood, sneered at Wu Wei who was standing by and shouted: "Go get the net bag!"