Chef Mad Queen

Chapter 167
Feng Qian sighed: "I was thinking, if I lose tomorrow, not only lose the civet, but also lose the face of Beiyan Kingdom, will I become a sinner in history?"

Xuanyuan Che held his lips, and said approvingly: "Not bad! I can keep the country in my heart, and I am becoming more and more like a queen."

Feng Qian hurriedly climbed up the pole, leaned up dog-leggedly, and smiled with bent eyes: "Then if I win, will there be a reward? For example, gold ten thousand taels or something, I will never be too much!"

Xuanyuanche's face immediately sank, he cast a cold look over, snorted coldly, and left without looking back.

Feng Qian put his hips on his hips, facing his back, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Return to the king? Return to the king of a country? Not even a tael of silver! I have never seen such a stingy person!"

The little prince rubbed his sleepy eyes and said, "Queen, are you short of money? Why do you need so much gold?"

Feng Qian wanted to shed tears: "How can the second and third generations of kings like you understand the feelings of us poor people?"

The little prince crawled over, put his arms around her neck, and comforted her: "Queen, don't be sad! When Ye'er grows up, Ye'er will definitely earn a lot of gold, honor your mother!"

Feng Qian was moved, hugged him and kissed him fiercely: "My son is still the most caring!"

The little prince giggled when he was kissed by her.

The next morning, Feng Qian got up early, went to the imperial dining room, and made ten plates of braised pork.

To be honest, she is still not sure about today's chess game, so she is looking forward to the lucky draw once a day. If she can draw another "Go Skill Book 4", that would be great!
However, the reality is often like to play tricks on people.

When the colorful turntable stopped and a familiar voice jumped out, Feng Qian collapsed instantly.

Ding—the mildew god is possessed! (Description: Take effect immediately and last for 4 hours)

After being petrified on the spot for a full 10 seconds, Feng Qian still didn't want to believe this fact: "It will take effect immediately? What do you mean? It's not what I understand, is it?"

Immediately, Fanfan's prompt came to his ears: [Master, unfortunately, it means what you understand!From now on, in the next two hours, you will be possessed by the god of mildew, and the bad luck will continue... Take care! ]
Feng Qian hugged her head frantically, and cried out in pain: "No——"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a click, and a leg of the table behind him suddenly broke, and the ten plates with braised pork placed on it fell down with a clatter.

Seeing this, Feng Qian flew to rescue her, but a piece of braised pork just rolled to her feet, and she slipped, not only failed to save the plate, but fell on top of a pile of braised pork!

Crackling, the rest of the plate smashed to pieces.

The people outside the door heard the sound and ran in to check it out. They saw that in the imperial dining room, the table collapsed, the plates were broken, and the meat was scattered. The queen was lying on the ground in a state of distress. It is the imprint of braised pork.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"Miss, are you alright?"

Feng Qian stretched out her hand with difficulty: "Quick! Help me up quickly! My waist... seems to have slipped!"

Feng Qian never expected that the lucky draw function, which she has always regarded as a magic tool, is not lucky at all. Not all the prizes drawn are good things, and there may be deceptive prizes. I knew it was like this, She won't draw a lottery!
Especially on such an important day today, she is so regretful that she has drawn such a deceitful prize, her guts are turning green!

Originally, after Xuanyuan Che's advice last night, she had a little more chance of winning today's chess game, but now it's all over, with the mold god possessed, it's impossible for her to win!
Four hours, a full two hours!

How would she survive these two difficult hours?

Just when she was filled with remorse, Aunt Qing He stepped forward and said, "Madam, the hot water is ready, you can take a shower and change clothes first!"

Feng Qian nodded, and let Aunt Qing He help her undress, but she kept looking up, down, left, and right, for fear that something bad would happen again.

Aunt Qing He felt strange, and couldn't help asking: "My Lady, are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Feng Qian shook her head, her eyes still looking around vigilantly.

Aunt Qing He was even more surprised: "If you are fine, why are you holding the pot and spoon all the time?"

Feng Qian looked down, only to realize that she was holding the Ever-changing Qianjin Spoon and the Dragon Pattern Ruyi Pot tightly in her hands, as if she was facing an enemy at any time.

She coughed in embarrassment and said, "You guys go out first, I'll do it myself!"

Aunt Qing He bowed her body and led the other court ladies back out.

After everyone else had left, Feng Qian came to the bathtub with the ever-changing spoon and the dragon pattern Ruyi pot, carefully checked the quality of the bathtub and the temperature of the water, and checked the condition of the roof and floor by the way. After everything was fine, she put away the Variety Spoon and Dragon Pattern Ruyi Pot, and began to undress.

"I just had some bad luck, so I should be fine now, right?"

She stripped naked and jumped into the bathtub, and everything went well, and she took a comfortable soak in the hot bath.

"It's not so scary to be possessed by the mildew god!"

As she said that, she got up from the bathtub and reached for the bath towel hanging on the screen beside her. The distance between her fingertips and the bath towel was less than three centimeters. She tiptoed and leaned forward to reach for it. , suddenly fell down!

Seeing that the distance was only one centimeter, she leaned forward again, but fell out of the tub with a somersault, and with a loud bang, she fell heavily to the ground!
Aunt Qing He was waiting outside the door. When she heard the voice inside, she hurriedly asked with concern: "My Lady, what happened? Are you okay?"

Feng Qian raised her head from the ground with difficulty, wanting to cry but without tears: "I'm fine! None of you should come in!"

After finally changing into clean clothes, Feng Qian supported her bruised waist and prepared to leave the palace for the chess match.

When approaching the gate of the palace, the little prince hurried over: "Mother, wait for me! I'm going to the chess club too, and I want to watch you play chess!"

Feng Qian's eyelids twitched, and she quickly stretched out her hand to stop him: "Don't come over!"

The little prince stopped and looked at her eagerly: "Mother, what's the matter?"

Feng Qian shook his hand at him: "Be obedient, you back up! Back up a little more!"

The little prince was puzzled, but he did as he did: "Mother, why did you make Ye'er back?"

Feng Qian said: "Ye'er, today's chess game is very important. The queen can only win but not lose! So, in order not to distract the queen, you stay in the palace and watch the chess game today, okay?"

The little prince's eyes struggled, trying to make a last effort: "Is it really not possible to go?"

If it was normal, she would definitely not be able to refuse her son's pleading eyes, but today's situation is special, she must refuse.

Because she can't hurt her son.

Feng Qian said cruelly: "Then do you want the queen mother to win or lose?"

The little prince said: "Of course I won!"

Feng Qian said: "Then you should be obedient and wait in the palace for good news from your mother!"

(End of this chapter)