Da Qin: The First Emperor wanted to train me to be the empress

The little hands are fragrant and soft, and there is still heat, just like the steamed buns that have just come out of the pan. It smells so good.

Ying Zheng looked at the owner of the little hand, who was the little girl in his arms, his ninth daughter.

Even though she was choked badly, she covered her father's mouth and nose first.

Of course, she put her other little hand between her mouth and nose, but her smart eyes looked curiously into the thick smoke.

"Don't worry, you'll be able to see it when the smoke clears."

Feeling his daughter's protection for him, Ying Zheng's heart softened completely, and his voice became a little softer.

Because there is a small hand between the mouth and nose, it is a bit difficult to speak smoothly.

Xu Man: "Ah, Father, I'm just curious about how they make elixirs."

Seeing that his father had carried him out of the thick smoke, Xu Man took his little hand back and said, "Father, aren't you curious?"

"Nothing to be curious about."

Ying Zhengdao, they used to refine it in Xianyang Palace, and my father personally went to see it.

It's a pity that after watching it so many times, he didn't notice that they were deceiving him with heavy metal.

Because every time he went there, he saw those alchemists putting precious medicinal materials into the alchemy furnace.

In order to live forever, he searched almost all over the Qin Dynasty to find those medicinal materials, but he never thought that they did not use them in the elixirs he took.

It turned out that only after interrogation by Wang Ben, Li Si and others did they find out.

Every time the First Emperor wanted to visit the alchemists to make elixirs, the alchemists would get the news in advance, and then they would hide things that should not be there.

Then use precious medicinal materials to bake elixirs that are beneficial to the body and take them privately.

After he left, he used those harmful things to make elixirs and presented them to His Majesty.

In order not to make him suspicious, the speed of refining the elixir was not very fast. Each furnace of elixir took seventy-seven and 49 days.

A batch of as little as one or two grains, as many as four or five grains.

Of course, it all depends on the alchemists themselves.

The reason why they were able to bring out so much at the last New Year Palace Banquet was because they hadn't offered pills for a long time, so they had accumulated them.

Now, when he heard the sound of the furnace exploding in the secret room and smelled the pungent smell, Ying Zheng couldn't help feeling that he had been deceived so miserably.Fortunately, fortunately, I have Huazhang.

Fortunately, my Hua Zhang experienced such incredible experiences that he knew their conspiracy and exposed their true colors in time.

"Cough cough cough..."

The people in the secret room were coughing so hard in the thick smoke that they almost died.

The sound came out, making everyone who heard it feel suffocated on his behalf.

Xu Man glanced inside and said to Wang Li who was guarding the door: "Go and bring him out personally."

"If you keep coughing like this, you will suffocate to death."

"only."

Wang Li agreed, dodged his body, rushed into the thick smoke himself, and quickly brought the person out.

Xu Man: "Give him some warm water, don't surround him, and give him some air."

Following her instructions, everyone quickly moved away.

Wang Ben took off the water bag he carried and handed it to his son: "Use this, dad."

"Ah."

Wang Li was not polite to his father, so he took it and fed it into the alchemist's mouth.

The disgraced alchemist coughed and drank two mouthfuls of water before he recovered.

"Sister Ninth, is he okay?"

Yinman and Zhenman approached Xuman and asked in a low voice, "It's scary to see him coughing."

"It's okay. As long as you cultivate yourself in time, you'll be fine."

Xu Man secretly took a deep breath and exhaled in a long breath.

Then he looked at Zulong as if he had made up his mind: "Father, if you want them to research good things, you have to give them a slightly better environment."

After finishing his words, for fear that his father would be unhappy, he added: "Although pressure can generate motivation, it can also damage the foundation."