He quickly leaned over and smelled it with his nose. A light scent of sandalwood hit his face.
"This is exactly the same as the sandalwood in the incense burner."
He couldn't help but feel a little proud. If he could smell it, it meant that Mu Mu was just talking nonsense. If he lost all five senses, that was all bluffing.
Mu Mu shook her head helplessly, went to the table, poured a cup of hot tea, and brought it to Qin Zhaotian.
"Come and smell the tea again."[
Qin Zhaotian took it and opened the tea bowl. The hot air passed by, still smelling of sandalwood.
He frowned and sniffed again in disbelief.
That's right, the tea was full of the smell of the incense burner, and he couldn't feel the slightest bit of tea aroma at all.
When did it start?
When was the last time you smelled tea?
He couldn't remember it at all.
Mu Mu went to the table and held the inkstone in her hands that had not yet been cleaned. "You continue to smell."
Generally speaking, ink has a strong odor. Although Qin Zhaotian used Yugong's good ink, the black ink produced after grinding the ink always has an inexplicable fragrance, but it is still ink, with its own taste.
Can't get rid of it.
But today, when Qin Zhaotian smelled it, there was no smell in his memory.
Incense, or sandalwood, no matter what he smells, it always smells the same.
He couldn't even remember the last time he smelled the fragrance of ink.
"How could this be?" The emperor stared at Mu Mu in shock. No matter how slow he was, he still noticed something was wrong.
"All five senses are lost, starting with the sense of smell." Didn't she just say it! Who told him that he never believed it.
"How could this be??" he repeated again.
In fact, he didn't know what to say other than this.
"Fortunately, the time is short. It must have been replaced with that fatal thing recently. You can ask people to empty the incense burner. Within a few months, you can smell the fresh air and your health will gradually recover."