Old Wang's Head Was Kicked by a Donkey? 1/4
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Thinking of this, Wang Jian turned his head, and his gaze became strange.
Ying Zheng was not happy to be swept by his gaze.
He snorted.
"Hmm? Old Wang, what do you mean by that look in your eyes? Do you still think that Old Nineteen is sick?”
Wang Jian really did not expect that Ying Zheng, who had always been wise and wise, could protect his own son to such an extent.
The corners of his mouth twitched. He could not take it anymore and said," No, Your Majesty. Do you think it's better to ask people to eat iced watermelons in the middle of summer? Was this something a normal person could do?”
“……”
Hearing this, Ying Zheng also fell silent.
Seeing him like this, Wang Jian could not help but cough twice and suggested again.
"Cough cough, Your Majesty, if it really doesn't work out, then let's lay our cards on the table with this Nineteenth Prince. Bring him back to the palace to raise him?"
"Perhaps this rural village is not conducive to the recovery of the Nineteenth Prince's illness.”
He thought for a moment and tried to make his tone sound more tactful.
After saying this.
Ying Zheng remained silent, and did not wait for his reply.
Zhao Xuan's voice was transmitted over.
At this moment, she walked out of the kitchen with a plate of sliced watermelon.
"Coming, coming! The watermelon is here!"
"Come, Old Zhao, Old Wang, don't stand on ceremony.”
He smiled and handed the watermelon over.
"Alright."
When the two of them saw this, they restrained their thoughts.
She stood up and took the watermelon.
Feeling the coldness of the watermelon in his hand, his expression changed.
"Hmm?"
"This…this watermelon is ice?"
" Why is it ice?!"
This was especially true for Wang Jian. He lowered his head and saw the thin layer of frost covering the surface of the watermelon.
His eyes instantly widened.
He shouted again.
"This is impossible."
"How can there be ice-cold watermelons on such a hot summer day?”
Seeing him like this,
Zhao Xuan was speechless.
He couldn't help but turn his head and look at Ying Zheng beside him. He gestured with his hand and pointed at his own head as he asked in a low voice.
"Old Zhao, is there…something wrong with your friend Old Wang?”
"When I left, I told him clearly that I was going to get the iced watermelon, right?”
"Why did this guy forget what I said when I came back? Could it be amnesia?"
He looked puzzled.
Beside him, Ying Zheng listened.
He couldn't help but smile.
But when he regained his senses, he didn't explain anything to Wang Jian.
On the contrary, he nodded his head and said.
"Cough cough, Old Wang…his head was kicked by a donkey when he was young.”
Zhao Xuan finally understood." Oh, so you were kicked by a donkey. No wonder."”
The two of them didn't hide anything when they talked.
Beside him, Wang Jian naturally heard everything clearly as well.
At this moment, he turned his head.
Naturally, they began to complain.
"Your Majesty…No, Old Zhao, what are you saying? Why did you say that my head was kicked by a donkey?”
"Wasn't he kicked?"
Hearing this, Ying Zheng did not sympathize with him, but asked back.
Look at him.
Wang Jian also cowered.
After coughing twice, he could not help but say weakly," Cough cough, I was kicked, but I was accidentally kicked by a horse. It's not a donkey!”
"It's all the same, it's all the same!"
Hearing his explanation, Zhao Xuan didn't mind and waved his hand.
Seeing him like this, Wang Jian was so angry that he almost pulled off his own beard.
F * ck!
All gods were the same.
I was kicked by a horse's hoof during the chaotic battle.
What's with that donkey kick of yours?
How could this be the same?
Looking at him like this, Ying Zheng, who was lying on the recliner, felt really comfortable.
The smile on his face couldn't help but increase.
It was only right.
Who told you to say that my son is sick in the head?
Why did you question my son? You couldn't even come up with an iced watermelon.
Now it's your turn.
How about it, you old fogey, do you still want to talk?
My son can make iced watermelons in summer.
I'll scare you to death…
Thinking of this, Ying Zheng's mood became extremely comfortable.
However, after watching the show for a long time, he was also curious.
He turned around and asked Zhao Xuan.
"By the way, Zhao Xuan, where did you get this iced watermelon?”
"I've never heard of a thousand-year-old cold pond near Xianyang…"
When Zhao Xuan saw this, he did not think much of it. He pursed his lips and said," What cold pool? If it's said to be iced watermelons, then it's naturally iced."”
After saying this.
Ying Zheng was also a little confused.
He looked at Zhao Xuan and asked in surprise," But…it's summer, where did you get ice?”
"I made it myself."
"You made your own ice. How do you treat ice in the summer?”
Ying Zheng was shocked as well. Suddenly, he thought of something, and said excitedly," Could it be that you have the legendary ability of turning stone into gold that only immortals have?!"？”
"What immortal method? This is called understanding things! Do you understand?"
Seeing him like this, Zhao Xuan was not surprised and also threw him a disdainful look.
"Investigating things?"
"Enlightenment?"
Seeing this, both Wang Jian and Ying Zheng were dumbfounded.
Looking at the silly expressions of the two of them.
Zhao Xuan sighed. He knew that it was unlikely for him to fool these two with just a few words today.
He could only walk to the kitchen and wave.
"Forget it. Seeing the two of you like this, it's better for you to come over. I'll demonstrate it to you in front of everyone.”
"Zhao Xuan, are you willing to teach us this celestial technique?!”
When the two of them heard this, they were overjoyed.
After regaining his senses, Wang Jian hesitated instead.
"This…"
"Old Zhao, why don't you go in and take a look? I'll just wait outside.”
Ying Zheng and Zhao Xuan were father and son, so it was only natural for him to go and take a look.
To put it bluntly, he was just a foreign official.
There was a difference between close and distant people, and he was really afraid that he would pry into some secret and make Ying Zheng unhappy.
Therefore, although his heart was filled with curiosity, he waved his hand and politely declined.
How could he hide his thoughts from Ying Zheng?
Ying Zheng laughed out loud when he saw this. He patted Wang Jian's shoulder and said,"
"Since Zhao Xuan has called, then let's go together.”
"Old Wang, you don't have to be so formal."
"Alright, then I…won't refuse.”
Seeing Ying Zheng's sincere smile, Wang Jian finally nodded.
The two of them walked into the kitchen together.
Before entering.
He thought that he would see some incredible scene.
As soon as he entered, he saw two wooden buckets, one big and one small, on the floor in the middle of the kitchen.
The two of them were instantly disappointed.
He asked Zhao Xuan again.
"Zhao Xuan, are you trying to trick us? This thing can cure ice?"
"Yeah, what's so special about a small wooden bucket inside a big wooden bucket?”
"Hehe, a wooden barrel. Naturally, there's nothing special about it.”
Zhao Xuan smiled mysteriously.
"What is truly special is this item.”
As he spoke, he suddenly took out a bag of gray crystalline objects from behind.
"This is…"
The two of them were surprised.
Zhao Xuan did not hesitate and directly gave the answer,"Saltpeter."
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