I rely on the subjugation system to help the villain change his life against the sky

It turned out that when Jiu Shi was reading the history books for His Majesty that day, he silently lamented His Majesty's ending in his heart, while the owl gloated at his misfortune, but what His Majesty was thinking about was: Where is your cousin?

"History?" Lan Ya heard it strangely, "Is it a history book that records His Majesty's life?"

Wu Ting was silent.

Lan Ya rejoiced: "What kind of person is His Majesty in the history books? But tall and mighty, fierce and vicious?"

Wu Ting: "I treat you badly? Why do you always say that I am vicious in front of people?"

Lan Ya smiled and said: "Everyone calls His Majesty the White Ghost, of course this name is not for nothing, except for the unknown brother Wuming and the unknown owl who is not afraid of you, no one in this world will not be frightened when they see you. "

"Are you afraid of me too?"

"If I hadn't been afraid of His Majesty, I wouldn't have gone behind my back to kill him before. Fortunately, he didn't die. Otherwise, something serious would happen. Your Majesty might throw me into the sea to feed the fish."

Wu Ting glanced at her and said nothing.

"Your Majesty," Lan Ya was probing something again, "Your Majesty, if... I mean, if, if we go back to troubled times, what will Your Majesty do?"

Wu Ting said indifferently: "I will find out this cousin and kill him before he rebels."

Lan Ya had expected this answer in advance, and it was in line with His Majesty's temper.

After a while, Wu Ting suddenly asked: "Do you know that there is a seat on the North Peak in the suburb of Qiuli—"

"Yunwu Tea Garden!" Lan Ya replied without waiting for him to finish speaking.

Wu Ting raised his eyebrows, "You know?"

Lan Ya said: "Of course I know. When Your Majesty just left Qiuli to fight in the war, I often went to Yunwu Tea Garden to get new tea for Madam. Later, the tea garden was destroyed by the war and it was deserted. Later..."

Later, they have been fighting outside, and they haven't returned to their hometown for a long time, and they don't know what the hometown is like for a long time.

The "Madame" that Lan Ya mentioned was Wu Ting's biological mother. The former empress of Wu Ting—Uncle Wu Ting regarded her as a concubine after she ascended the throne. She was not honored as empress dowager until Wu Ting regained the throne. Not long before Wu Ting went to the island, news came from the imperial city that the Queen Mother had died of illness.

"Mother." Wu Ting murmured.

Lan Ya didn't understand anymore, "Why did Your Majesty suddenly mention the Yunwu Tea Garden again? But do you want to drink tea? Isn't there a brick of Yunwu Tea from Brother Wuming? Do you want me to grab it..."

"No need." Wu Ting interrupted her, "It's nothing, it's just that the history books say that I will be buried in the Yunwu Tea Garden after my death, so I'm just curious."

Lan Ya's eyes widened, and the mention of 'death' only felt unlucky, "Why didn't your majesty enter the imperial tomb?"

Wu Ting: "I also want to know, why didn't I enter the imperial tomb?"

It was only then that Lan Ya realized what a ridiculous topic they were talking about. Asking a person who was alive and well why he was buried in a tea garden after death is like asking whether the rain will stop tomorrow, and how does the rain know to hide it? How big is this cloud, will it disperse tomorrow?

……

Five days passed in a blink of an eye, and Wu Ting didn't go to see it for a long time.

Seeing that His Majesty was not going, Lan Ya didn't go either. Anyway, she was already disabled, so it didn't seem to matter that much, maybe she would be scolded by him severely.

One day, Zhe Shu came back with a basket of freshly picked wild plums on his back. When passing through the woods, he found a sneaky figure with his waist hooked. .

"It's him!" Zhe Shu rudely threw him to the ground.

Wu Ting glanced at him lightly, "You stole the food I sent you to deliver?"

Lin Jiang's legs gave way and fell to the ground, kowtowing several times in fear, "Your Majesty, spare me, spare me!"

Lan Ya was tired of staying on this island, and any new things could make her happy. She raised Lin Jiang's jaw and said amusedly, "Why do you want to spare your life? Wouldn't it be our honored guest if you spared your life?" Are you going to starve to death?"

Lin Jiang went to look at His Majesty, but saw His Majesty's eyes were deep, mixed with indescribable scrutiny, and one glance made him feel frightened, his hands and feet kept shaking, and he couldn't speak fluently: "No, no, it's not me. Waste, me, me,..."

Lan Ya took out the hook at his waist, and slowly slid it across his throat, without any threat in his movements, "You stole the food from brother Wuming and said you didn't want to waste it, why, food is wasted if it goes into brother Wuming's stomach huh?"

"No, no, no, Chief Lan Ya is not like this." The poor little cook's pupils trembled, and his body was completely drenched in sweat. "It was Mr. Jiu Jiujiu who asked me to take the food away. He... said he wouldn't eat it, I was afraid that His Majesty would punish you, so... I thought about eating it secretly, but I am not hungry at all, really, Your Majesty has learned from you!"

Lin Jiang is the youngest soldier in the army, he has been following behind in charge of cooking, and has never been on a battlefield. If it weren't for this visit to the island, he probably never had the opportunity to get so close to the legendary His Majesty in his life. White Ghost'.However, it is never a good thing to see ghosts in the daytime. For example, His Majesty looked down at him with no expression, but Xiao Linjiang felt as if he had died countless times.

"He won't eat?" Wu Ting said.

"Yes yes yes!" Lin Jiang quickly replied, "Mr. Jiu won't eat, not even a bite!"

Wu Ting: "How many days?"

Lin Jiang: "Five days."

Lan Ya was taken aback, "Then he hasn't eaten a single meal in the past few days?"

Wu Ting just asked, "Is he still alive?"

Lin Jiang suddenly stopped talking.

Lan Ya's eyelids twitched suddenly: "He's dead?!"

Wu Ting's sideways were as straight as a sword's edge, his body was motionless, but his gaze was piercingly cold: "Is he still alive?"

Lin Jiang thought for a while, and didn't know how to describe it, but he still said honestly: "Mr. Jiu, he is alive, and...he is alive very well."

After being locked in the room for a long time, he leaned against the door, holding a small notebook filled with densely packed notes, the owl was huddled in his arms, and there was only a wooden board outside the door. A soldier, everyone listened to him with rapt attention.

"The taste of rotten persimmons you mentioned is actually because the protein is fermented and converted into amino acids during brewing, and then decomposed into water-soluble impurities, so that there is that sour taste. Once this sour taste is produced, you brew it out. The wine will taste rancid."

"Sir, what should we do?" one person asked.

Another person also asked: "When I was in my hometown, this situation often happened to villagers making wine, and they couldn't always sell it."

Jiu Shi said while writing: "Next time, try not to dry the rice grains manually, don't use a stove, try to put the rice in the sun, and let it dry naturally. Combined with Aspergillus, the fermentation effect will be better.”

The soldier was pleasantly surprised: "Sir, how do you know that we use a stove? The elders are always in a hurry to make wine, and they always rely on drying instead of drying, saying that it can save a lot of time."

The owl said foolishly: "Jiu Shihou, you know a lot."

"Thank you." Jiu Shigou politely replied.

Another person squeezed forward and asked: "Sir, sir, we made some wine with the sorghum we found on the island a while ago, but the color of the wine was strange. What's the matter?"

Jiu Shihou: "Where is the blame? Is it muddy?"

The man hurriedly replied, "Yes, yes, it's so cloudy that I can't see the bottom clearly."

Jiu Shigou turned the page, continued writing, and said at the same time: "This is very simple. You burn some charcoal yourself, and then filter the wine several times with a carbon rod or carbon powder. After several times, the wine will naturally become clear. , and it can also eliminate some miscellaneous odors.”

Although the few people haven't really practiced it yet, let alone understand the principle, they are still enlightened, overjoyed, and thankful repeatedly:

"Thank you sir for teaching me!"

"Sir taught us how to make Beggar Chicken last time. Although I didn't find any chicken, the Beggar Sweet Potatoes tasted very good. Many colleagues in the army liked it very much. One for His Majesty..."

Jiu Shi later: "What did Your Majesty say?"

He didn't know what he was expecting either.

"Your Majesty didn't say anything," said the man.

After a long time: "..."

The person continued: "But the next day, His Majesty asked us to dig more sweet potatoes when we went out. I guess, His Majesty probably likes the taste."

Several people talked more and more lively, and after a long time listening, they were in a good mood, and no one noticed the dangerous aura that was approaching step by step behind them.

Suddenly, the owl in Jiu Shigou's arms seemed to have been punched by something, and it bounced up quickly, and its head hit Jiu Shigou's jaw. Each person and bird were so painful that they couldn't open their eyes. Jiu Shigou said, "What's wrong? You What did you hear?"

The owl quickly said: "Jiu Shihou, you must not be discovered by His Majesty the anti-manqing snake venom I brought you, and you also hide the glucose. I will come to you tomorrow night!"

Before he could speak for a long time, the owl jumped up and flew away from the roof.

After a long time: "..."

There was already a kneeling on the ground outside the door, and there was a dead silence.

Jiu Shigou hastily withdrew from behind the door to the table, said Shi Chi when the shutter was kicked open from the outside, and saw His Majesty entering the door with a sword in his hand, glanced around, and said coldly: "What about the beast?"

"Your Majesty..." Jiu Shi put on a dying look, "It left me...abandoned me..."

There is only a small clay pot and a small cup on the table. There is still a little tea foam in the cup, but it is already cold. Wu Ting glanced at it, "Are you just drinking tea these days?"

Jiu Shihou nodded pitifully, "That's right."

Wu Ting: "But I just heard you talking, but I was very angry."

After a long time: "Back to the light."

Wu Ting: "How come the light doesn't shine when you see me?"

Jiu Shihou: "I just want to last until I see His Majesty for the last time, ahem... I can't do it, I can't do it..."

After all, he made a gesture and fell to the side, with the original intention of lying down and pretending to sleep in order to drive His Majesty away.

Unexpectedly, before he touched the ground, his body was caught by a strong hand. Jiu Shi Gou's heart thumped, and he felt that the hairs around his neck were standing up when he was hugged, and he screamed in his heart "Don't move me", but the limbs continued to fall due to the effect of gravity and inertia.

Wu Ting half-kneeled on the ground, supported Jiu Shihou with one hand, picked up the teacup on the table with the other, put it in front of his nose and smelled it.

It's really just the smell of tea, there is no smell of any other food.

Did he really never eat these days?