Stealing The Heavens

Chapter 718 The Emperor Gives a Banquet

Chapter 718: The Emperor gives a banquet (first update, please recommend)

The banquet given by Emperor Hao Zun is not delicious!

This was perhaps the most tasteless meal that Wu Qi had eaten since arriving in Pangu Continent. As he stuffed wine into his stomach, he tilted his head and looked around at the important ministers and nobles of Yu, feeling depressed. smiling.

The banquet given by Emperor Dayu has always followed ancient traditions. The ancestors of ancient times were struggling in the vast wilderness, and naturally they were not very particular about their food. Therefore, the food and wine given to them at the banquet was really a bit speechless. The sources of those u are all excellent. All the u are the most beautiful parts of the monsters that have been chosen to become the climate. They are all made of top-quality materials. But no matter how high-quality the ingredients are, they are just stewed in plain water, with a little salt added, and are just served without any other ingredients. There are still blood streaks on the top of the u-shaped piece, and even blood is dripping from the bottom. This is definitely considered Not a good meal.

Using a not-so-sharp knife, he cut off a piece of meat that was boiled like old cowhide with great difficulty. Wu Qi frowned and stuffed the piece of demon beast meat with a large amount of blood into his mouth, feeling speechless. The fishy smell rushed up from his mouth, and Wu Qi was so disgusted that he almost vomited it out. But this was a banquet given by the Human Emperor, and no one could be rude. Wu Qi could only gnash his teeth and chew the extremely tough piece of bloody utensils. His teeth and the old tendons in the utensils rubbed against each other, making a loud crunching sound.

These monster beasts that provide utensils are all in the human form of spiritual cultivation. They are utopian monsters specially raised by the Yu Dynasty. Generally speaking, monsters originating from the beast tribe do not have very good magical powers, but their bodies are extremely powerful. These monsters can cultivate the human form, and they have at least a thousand years of cultivation. Their muscles are simply stronger than steel ingots. Cuofei Wuqi's body is more powerful, and those with weaker cultivation will only have their teeth broken by these bloody bodies.

Those who were present to 'enjoy' the banquet, apart from generals like Wu Qi and others who had strong bodies and mouths strong enough to deal with these bloody beasts, a large number of them were weak priests or civil servants in the court. It is impossible for these people to deal with the food of these monsters, so their food is boiled potatoes, vegetables, etc., and the potatoes are not peeled, the vegetables are not rooted, and all dishes are boiled in water and then sprinkled Add a little salt and serve it on the plate completely.

In short, how our ancestors ate in ancient times was the same as the dishes served at the banquet given by Emperor Dayu. Wu Qi saw a very high-status old man in black robe sitting opposite, who should be the senior priest of Sitian Palace. There was a huge yù basin in front of him. There were three very strong big urinary balls that had been boiled in water. Chinese cabbage. No roots were removed or chopped, just cooked as a whole and served.

In the huge square, under the 36,000 huge totem poles, under the bright green light, countless courtiers of Dayu tore at the bloody utensils with expressionless expressions, and beast tendons kept coming out of their mouths as they were bitten off. There was a loud "bang bang" noise; among them, there were a large group of sanctimonious priests and civil servants holding half-cooked potatoes and whole cabbages the size of human heads with gloomy faces, and tearing them into pieces.

Wu Qi always felt that this scene was eerie, weird, and filled with a sense of absurd comedy.

Slowly swallowing the fishy blood in his mouth, Wu Qi glanced at the short and shriveled priest in the diagonal thorn, and saw that he was grabbing a few boiled carrots from the basin and eating them slowly with a frown on his face. When he swallowed and chewed, he almost burst into laughter.

Is this the banquet given by the emperor after the canonization ceremony of Dayu? No wonder Tianyangqiu Fengbo and the others were extremely excited when they mentioned that they were going to be granted a title, but when they talked about the banquet after the ceremony, their expressions became weirder than the last!

The tradition of Dayu! Wu Qi was holding his breath, his belly was rumbling, and he could hardly help but laugh.

There is no good food and naturally no good wine. The drinks here are all prepared according to the oldest brewing recipes. The ancient ancestors used clay pots to brew the most primitive low-alcohol wine that was sour and even the lees were not removed. This kind of wine smells like There was a pungent sour smell, as unpleasant as over-fermented vinegar. If he drinks it in his mouth, Wu Qi really can't describe the feeling. It's sour, floating, and weird, as if it's about to explode in his mouth. And when he pulls his neck to swallow the drink, it's as if it's been scraped with a razor blade. The same feeling in my throat is really wonderful.

The generals who usually like to drink happily have turned into gentlemen at the banquet given by the Emperor. They will never raise their glasses and drink unless necessary. But the old man who presided over the banquet, that is, the old man who read the canonization document to Wu Qi and the others, must raise his wine glass to toast everyone at every tea time, and everyone present must raise his huge wine glass to drink with him. , this is simply the greatest torture in the world.

This old man is the chief priest of Dayu, and is responsible for the preparation and operation of various important rituals and ceremonies in Dayu. It is said that every high priest of Dayu was selected from the elders of wealthy nobles using U-lots, and the daughters of every high priest could not get married, and their sons could not marry. I wanted to come and have a banquet with Dayu. There must be some weird connection.

Anyway, Wu Qi looked at the distorted face of the high priest and looked at the angry eyes of many civil servants and generals present, and he knew how offending the position of high priest was. The problem is that Dayu's banquet also has a complete set of etiquette. Before this set of etiquette is completed, even if you are the most powerful prince under the throne of the Emperor, you will not be able to leave your seat.

Slowly swallowing a piece of fishy blood, Wu Qi let out a suppressed sigh.

Ji Ao glanced at Wu Qi on the side, reached out and patted his shoulder and sighed in a low voice: "Every minister of Dayu hopes to make meritorious service and get a title, and everyone who has a title hopes to improve his title. . But the banquet after the canonization ceremony..." Shaking his head, Ji Ao said in a dark voice: "It is said that the only son of this high priest is serving Xiong Youjun, and I will assign him a mission that must be carried out!"

Wu Qi looked at Ji Ao in shock: "Only son?"

Given Dayu's national policy of encouraging fertility, how could the chief priest be an important minister of the country and have at least hundreds of concubines? How could he only have an only son?

Ji Ao said calmly: "His other sons were killed in battle decades earlier."

Wu Qi silently cut off a piece of blood that was still bright red and slowly stuffed it into his mouth.

There were no fine wines and delicacies, but the banquet given by Dayu was still entertained by musicians and singers and drummers. But when the ancient ancestors gathered to drink and feast on blood, it was often the time when they remembered their ancestors and dead brothers and sisters. Generally speaking, unless it is an important sacrificial ceremony, the ancient ancestors would not gather together for no reason to enjoy precious 'wine' and feast on blood.

Therefore, what these musicians and singers played were the 'Requiems', 'Funeral Songs', 'Evocations', 'Death Songs', etc. that the ancient ancestors used to remember their ancestors and clan members who died in the war at the sacrificial ceremony. The tunes of these songs are eerie and sad, and the lyrics are even more eerie and ghostly. Especially the singers chosen are the kind of top singers with faces as white as snow and no beauty, and only have a high-pitched and thin voice. . .

Under the green firelight, countless men in black robes sat silently under the huge and gloomy totem pole, happily gnawing on the dripping blood, gnawing on large potatoes and cabbage, and gnawing on all kinds of strange things. Weird food, and a large group of singers in white clothes beside them were doing extremely sad things and singing all kinds of ghostly songs. This situation made Wu Qi want to laugh but wanted to cry.

Turning his head and taking a look at Youxiong Temple, who was lying on the high stone steps like a monster, Wu Qi cursed in his heart. No wonder Emperor Hao Zun was sitting on the throne without moving, and did not participate in the banquet. Maybe he was also afraid of this terrible thing. banquet?

If Emperor Hao Zun of the Divine Seal Throne had to personally attend every banquet given to him, Dayu's ministers might only attend a few banquets in their lifetime. And even if Emperor Hao Zun granted a minister a title once every hundred years, it would only take three yuan meetings. How many times do we have to participate in such a terrible banquet, but according to ancient rituals, it must last until midnight?

Looking at the sun slowly sliding down the mountains in the west, Wu Qi felt a sadness that made him cry without tears. It's only dusk now, and the banquet must last until midnight to complete. The sky is above and the earth is below. How many kilograms of this undercooked monster u will he eat today?

With a "click", a large amount of semi-solidified monster blood in an uncooked blood vessel spurted out from the corner of Wu Qi's mouth. This stream of blood happened to spray on Ji Ao's armor, but Ji Ao didn't feel any trace of it. In response, he almost numbly raised the jù knife with a very rough edge, and cut the tough monster u with his teeth. With the sorrow of a strong man who would never return, he cooked a piece of monster meat until half of it was red and the other side was dead white. The beast u stuffed it into his mouth.

"Creak", "Creak", the numerous Dayu courtiers were like eating machines, moving their teeth uniformly and slowly enjoying the food in front of them.

While chewing the blood utensils, Ji Ao whispered to Wu Qi: "Eat slowly, eat slowly. The etiquette at the banquet is based on the ancient rituals. After finishing the dishes in front of you, you will immediately add another." , so eat as slowly as possible. But before the banquet is about to end, all the food and wine in front of you must be eaten, otherwise it will be a crime of disrespect and your rank will be reduced!"

Yangqiu Fengbo on the side burped full of fishy and bloody smell, and murmured in a low voice: "When the prince attended the banquet for the first time, he didn't understand the mystery, so he came to eat a plate of blood utensils." After that, I killed the utensils and internal organs of seven one-horned fire oxen. When I returned to the palace, I was scolded by the old prince."

Ji Ao also burped with a bad smell, and murmured in a low voice: "So, eat slowly, eat slowly... Tsk, that idiot, it was obviously his first time attending the banquet, and sure enough, no one gave him anything. Telling this secret, everyone can’t wait to see someone unlucky!”

Wu Qi turned his head and looked over, just in time to see a few waiters carrying a full basin of water to boil potatoes, smiling and placing it in front of a pale-faced young man. The young man had a hint of potato anger on his face. He took a hard look at the potato in front of him, and his body started to tremble slightly.

Poor man, this young man is a civil official. He has neither practiced self-cultivation nor magic. He is just an ordinary person. How can he tolerate so much horrible-tasting food?

Wu Qi glanced at the young man with pity, lowered his head and fiercely cut into the piece of monster blood in front of him, weighing more than ten kilograms.

Zhutou has been thinking about what the traditional and conservative Dayu and the others should look like.

Maybe the young masters below can be more luxurious and flashy, but those old antiques at the top, well, their minds should be stiff, or they don't dare to destroy tradition. That’s why there is such a chapter!

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Well, Zhutou has always fantasized about a group of sanctimonious big shots gnawing and gnawing on the bloody utensils, just like rabbits. What kind of scene would that be?

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