Su Luo silently rolled her eyes to the sky, her wish is to do nothing and only pick the source of flames, okay
But this can only be kept in my heart.
Su Luo sighed silently in his heart, and looked up at Zilan: "What's the big joy?"
Zilan was indescribably excited: "Our lord appreciates your cooking skills and said that the fish-flavored pork shreds is good, and let you make it again."
It's not impossible to do it again, but... is she the kind of person who will come and go when she asks
Su Luo raised his mouth slightly and shook his head: "It probably won't work if you do it again."
The smile on Zilan's face suddenly stiffened: "Why, why?"
Su Luo shook his head.
Zilan was about to cry: "But, but this can't be done! No one has ever kept the prince's words, and those who are disobedient are now... already... dead!"
Zilan knelt down to Su Luo with a thud, desperately kowtowing and begging: "Young Master Su! Master! This servant does not dare to go back to this. If the servant goes, it will be the same as Chef Zhao."
Su Luo frowned: "What's the matter with Chef Zhao?"
At this moment, Zilan was so frightened that she shivered, and she said with a trembling voice: "Chef Zhao broke a decorative porcelain bottle and is now being whipped. When the slaves come out, listen to the big housekeeper's instructions and give them twenty strokes of the whip!"
"The whipping is a severe punishment. Eight strokes, an adult man can't stand it, and he will die, not to mention twenty strokes. This is to flog Chef Zhao to death!"
"Chef Zhao smashes a piece of ornament and will lead to such a severe punishment, Mr. Su, if you resist the prince's order... what will happen to you and me..."
Zilan has been in the palace for a long time, and she has some understanding of King Shenwu's temperament, but the more she understands, the more in awe.
Su Luo: "Are you in awe of King Shenwu?"
"Yes! We people in the Shenwu Palace, worship the gods like gods!" Zilan said without hesitation.
Su Luo frowned slightly. He had long known that King Shenwu was intimidating, but he didn't expect it to be like this... But also, without the iron and blood, how could he manage the thorn-headed powerhouses from the southern countries in the military
It seems that I want to approach him and use him... I have to be more cautious.
"I'm going to see King Shenwu in person." After that, Su Luo stepped out of the door.
Zilan felt uneasy in her heart, dominated by boundless fear.
She prayed in her heart, hoping that Young Master Su would automatically change her mind when she met the Martial God Queen under the prestige of the Martial God King.
It's a good thing for young people to be arrogant, but being arrogant in front of the Martial God King... Zilan really wants to cry.
Su Luo originally wanted to pick the source of flames, but because she was dealing with King Shenwu, she had to cut off this idea temporarily, and turned all her attention to King Shenwu.
The main courtyard was a little far apart, but Yi Su Luo's footsteps arrived quickly.
When Su Luo arrived, there was only Chef Zhao, who was dying, and the law enforcer who was still meticulously carrying out heavy whipping.
Chef Zhao's back was bloody, and the vertical and horizontal wounds were deep.
When Su Luo passed by, Chef Zhao raised his head and glanced at Su Luo with those powerless eyes.
The big housekeeper looked at Su Luo and said, "Chef Su, please."
Chef Su
Is that Chef Su
Chef Zhao sneered strangely, and suddenly, he was dying, and he didn't know where the strength came from.
Su Lao took a step back and avoided Chef Zhao's attack!