Top white, rich and beautiful, the princess is reborn and the revenge story

Meng Jiu took out the hidden dagger and said, "Fourth sister, I will go hide and find a chance to capture them."

She has the best martial arts skills among the four people. Wen Qian knows a little bit about boxing and kicking. Zhao Yuanqing doesn't know any martial arts and only has a few protective items. Xu knows nothing at all, so only Meng Jiu is there.

Zhao Yuanqing said, "No, they are four strong men. You can't handle them alone."

"What should I do?"

"We women are not stronger than men, so there are only two ways to deal with men. One is to use our female advantages to confuse them and then take action.

The other way is to use external force, using clever strength to knock these men down."

Taking advantage of women?

Meng Jiu looked at herself. She was in her thirties, a little old, and had a sharp edge. She shook her head. She didn't have the advantages of a woman, but she did have some of the advantages of a man.

Wen Qian is also twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old. He deals with drugs and poisons all day long. He can knock someone down with drugs without even frowning. His glassy eyes are calm and when he looks at people, he is like a king cobra, cold and creepy. No, no.

Let the princess go? That's even worse.

Xu stood up and said, "I'll go. I have the advantage of being a woman. I will charm them first and then make them faint."

Zhao Yuanqing shook his head. "No, you just went there and probably aroused their suspicion. If you go again now, you will be walking into a trap."

This doesn’t work, that doesn’t work either, what should I do?

Zhao Yuanqing said to Wen Qian, "Bring out a few packets of knockout drugs, strong ones."

"it is good."

Wen Qian opened the bundle and pulled out two oil-paper packets from the inner layer. "These are the knockout drug and muscle softening powder. Fourth sister, how do I use them?"

“Everyone has a desire to take advantage of others. No matter how wealthy a person is, if there is an opportunity to take advantage of something, they will not refuse it.

We found the inn owner and asked them to make a pot of soup as the inn's standard soup and give it to all guests. Everyone will have one, and those four Japanese people will definitely not suspect anything."

Meng Jiu frowned and said, "But they don't suit our taste. What if they don't like the soup we make?"

Xu agreed, "Yes, they won't eat such tender boiled mutton."

"Then make their favorite soup."

"Who knows what kind of soup the Japanese like to eat?"

Zhao Yuanqing smiled, "I know that there are often envoys from various countries visiting the palace. Every time there is a banquet, the emperor orders the imperial kitchen to prepare meals for them that suit the tastes of their hometowns."

The Kingdom of Daqing was powerful, wealthy, and vast, and its capital, Chang'an, was even more prosperous, developed, and fashionable, many years ahead of its neighboring countries.

Small countries around it often sent envoys to visit Chang'an. Many people, who loved the culture of Daqing, stayed in Chang'an all year round to study and live. There were also many foreigners who came to do business.

Therefore, there were also some small restaurants opened for these foreigners in Chang'an City, and the same was true in the imperial city.

"The Japanese love a kind of soybean paste soup the most. They boil water and add soybean paste, add some tofu and seasonal vegetables, and most importantly, add a vegetable called kelp.

I heard that kelp comes from the sea and there's a lot of it in Japan, but we're not near the sea, so it's rare to see it, and it's quite expensive."

Xu asked, "Where can we find this kelp?"

Zhao Yuanqing shook his head. "No, we won't put kelp in it. It would be too deliberate and would expose us. Ordinary vegetables will be fine."

"What is soybean paste?"

"It's fermented black beans made from beans."

Oh, the others all understood.

Xu asked in confusion, "Fourth sister, you are...how do you know so many kitchen trivia?"

Zhao Yuanqing did not answer. In her previous life in Wumeng Kingdom, she had to do all the dirty and tiring work by herself, let alone the kitchen chores. In just one or two years, she went from being a noble princess to a skilled slave.

Meng Jiu tugged at Xu's sleeve and said silently, "Shut up!"

Xu was silent.

Wen Qian stood up and said, "I'll go find the kitchen staff and ask them to make this soybean paste soup."

Meng Jiu also stood up and said, "I'll go with you."

Both of them were meticulous people, and of course they noticed Zhao Yuanqing's abnormality, but they were both people who had fought on the battlefield and seen many dirty things, and they knew that everyone had secrets that could not be told.

The princess may have some unspeakable secrets that led her to become what she is now. Since the princess doesn't tell them, they won't ask. They just need to maintain a sense of boundaries and do their duty as servants.

The two of them left the room. It was already late and most of the guests had already finished their meal and returned to their rooms to rest.

They found the inn owner and asked if the inn had a soup delivery service. Coincidentally, there was one.

This is also a little trick used by innkeepers to attract guests, especially those who come at night. If you give them a bowl of soup for free, they will be happy to stay.

"What kind of soups are there?"

"In the cold autumn and winter, we make more spicy soup. In the hot spring and summer, we make more vegetable soup and also green bean soup."

Wen Qian asked, "Have you ever made fermented black bean soup?"

The boss shook his head. "No, fermented black beans make the soup very salty. The lighter the soup, the better."

Meng Jiu extended his left hand to the boss, inside which was a piece of silver. "How about we do it once today?"

The boss didn't answer. Instead, he looked at them warily, "Who are you? What do you want to do? Let me tell you, this is Gyeonggi-do, at the foot of Chang'an. Yamen runners often come here for inspections. Are you planning to use my soup to harm people? Don't even think about it!"

It's no wonder the bosses were nervous, because there were so many merchants and foreigners coming and going, and there were often lawsuits about people not acclimatizing to the local climate or giving drugs that made people sick. In order to maintain the commercial order of Daqing, the court had strict controls, and the bosses were also very vigilant.

Meng Jiu stretched out his right hand, and pressed the gleaming dagger against the boss' waist. "Can we do it now?"

"You guys really are..."

"Don't worry, no one will die. You might even be able to make a contribution. Hurry up, my patience is limited!"

"......Row."

The innkeeper took them to the kitchen and asked the chef to make a black bean soup. The chef said, "Isn't that easy?"

Pour half a pot of water directly into the large pot used for frying vegetables, scoop out a spoonful of fermented black beans and dissolve them, and throw in the remaining green dragon vegetables and a piece of white tofu on the chopping board. Chop them all up and throw them in. After they are cooked, add a few drops of sesame oil.

While the chef turned around, Wen Qian sprinkled the medicine in and stirred it. It was perfect.

The soup was ready, and the waiter was asked to bring it. Wen Qian followed him out, stuffed a few copper coins into his hand, and gave a few instructions. Then the waiter left.

In the well-shaped room on the first floor, the waiter called for the door to be opened. "Four guests, the soup is ready."

When the Japanese smelled the rich miso flavor, the fragrant sesame oil, the green onion leaves and the white tofu, their mouths watered.

One person asked warily, "Why are you giving us soup?"

"This is a gift from the inn. It's available every day, and every guest gets a bowl."

"Put it here, we'll drink it later."

"Hey, guests, please drink quickly. This bowl is not enough. I have to take it away. Other guests are still waiting."

The three people had no choice but to drink the soup. They had been away from home for too long and missed the taste of miso so much that the more they drank, the more greedy they became.

The waiter took the bowl away and gave another bowl to the Japanese man guarding the backyard. The man felt a little cold due to the wind and drank faster.

Meng Jiu and Wen Qian watched from a distance. In less than an incense stick of time, all four men fell down. The drug was very effective.

They called Zhao Yuanqing and ran straight to the box in the backyard. They cut the lock with a knife and opened the box. A girl with her mouth gagged and tied up appeared before them.

But she was not dressed in Daqing style. She wore a yellow short top and a red long skirt, and her hair was braided and tied up in a bun.

"Silla people?"