The eunuch who tasted the food first tested the dragon root soup with a silver needle, took out a few more spoons, put it into his mouth, and swallowed it.
After a while, he was still alive and kicking, and his face was not gray, so he knelt down and reported respectfully,
"Please enjoy, Your Majesty."
This is the rule in the palace.
Every food the emperor puts into his mouth must be tasted by a dedicated person to make sure it is non-toxic and harmless before it can be eaten.[
Even if this dragon root soup was sent by the Queen, it is no exception.
Queen Moon looked on with a smile and patience.
However, when the silver needle was inserted into the soup, she still clenched her fists unconsciously, and there was a faint mist of water on her temples.
"Lingyue, let's drink together." Of course, if you have something good, you can't keep it to yourself. Qin Zhaotian generously asked someone to bring another bowl.
"Your Majesty, the ingredients of the dragon root soup are not suitable for a woman's yin constitution, and I cannot enjoy it." She used the excuse she had prepared and politely refused to go back.
Qin Zhaotian laughed loudly, "This is the first time I've heard that there are so many details about a soup."
"The soup the woman eats is called Feng Geng. The preparation method and the materials used are very different."
"You don't have to worry about my concubine. Drink it quickly. If it gets cold, the effect will be worse."
Her smile was so sweet, but her beautiful eyes were so cold, and the heart-wrenching ferocity was hidden behind her endless glances.
Even if you stare at her carefully, you may not be able to notice it.
Qin Zhaotian's mood gradually improved.
The fragrant dragon root soup evoked the long-lost happiness in him.
After praising a few words in succession, he finally slowly put the bowl to his lips.
The bright golden liquid almost touched his lips,
Suddenly, a cold and cold voice came from the door, "Father, wait a minute."