Nine worship ceremonies, tiger poison does not eat children! In order to please chef Qi Huangong, he killed his son and ate meat.

Under the autocratic system, kingship is above everything else. The monarch's personal will has legal effect and has the power to kill and seize his subjects. Therefore, adulterers often rack their brains and deliberately flatter you. They flatter to the point of shameless and disgusting.

In the harem of the State of Qi, the favorite concubine was often seriously ill. She doesn't drink tea or eat, and she is a beautiful woman as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade. A few days later, she was as thin as a hungry ghost. Qi Huangong is naturally horny. When he saw that his beloved girl was suffering from this serious disease, he ordered all kinds of medication, but they didn't have any effect. Qi Huangong was anxious at the thought of her lover dying day by day.

Yi Ya, a court chef known as the Kitchen God, saw this situation and knew it was time to please Huan Gong. Being good at cooking, he took advantage of his position to dedicate some delicious food to Chang after careful processing and cooking. Long Jiwei smelled the attractive fragrance and her appetite increased slightly. After a few bites, she felt refreshed. From then on, Yiya ate several meals a day and took good care of her. Chang's condition gradually improved. In the process of many contacts, the relationship between them became ambiguous.

Wei Ji, who is good at Qi Huangong, has recovered. She was overjoyed and her hanging heart fell to the ground like a stone. Changji took this opportunity to greatly flatter Yiya. Through frequent recommendation, I asked Yiya to cook some royal meals for myself. One day, Qi Huangong played a joke on Yiya and said, "I ate all the creatures in the world, but I don't know what human flesh looks like." Yiya listened to Huan Gong, said nothing at that time, and resigned and went to Nuo Nuo.

However, Qi Huangong never imagined that one of his jokes would lead to a child massacre. Although the speaker has no intention, the listener has a heart. After returning home, Yi Ya repeatedly tasted Qi Huangong's words, and he made up his mind that this time, however, he would give Qi Huangong a meal of human flesh to win his favor. However, where does human flesh come from?

It is getting late. The sky was covered with thick clouds like ink, and there was no light. The whole world is dressed in black mourning. Sporadic raindrops hit the window, making it even more desolate. The wind howled like a wolf and ran around in despair. The trees trembled in the biting rain and sobbed painfully.

Aiya lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep for a long time. At this time, the eldest son who slept in the next room suddenly giggled, turned over and fell asleep again. He may be having a wonderful childhood dream. "yes." Suddenly, Aiya sat up, lit the candle, staggered to the bedside of the child next door, and uncovered the quilt covering the child.

This is a little boy who just turned three. He is as fat as a suckling lamb. Maybe he feels cold. He scratched himself with his hand and fell asleep. Yiya put down the candle, her eyes flashing green, took a short knife from the wall, pointed it at the child's neck and inserted it. The poor child was unconsciously killed by his father in a sweet dream. Yiya dragged him into the kitchen and quickly peeled, disemboweled and cleaned him. He thought, tomorrow, he must cook a delicious doll meat for his master. At lunch the next day, Yi Ya served Qi Huangong a plate of delicious and tender human flesh. The seductive smell made Qi Huangong's mouth water. Without asking any more questions, he picked up the plate and wolfed it down. Qi Huangong wiped her mouth and cheerfully asked Yi Ya, who was standing by, "What kind of meat is this? It tastes so delicious? " "Report back, my Lord, this is human flesh." Yi Ya quickly knelt down to answer. "

Human flesh? "Qi Huangong was startled." Where did you get the human flesh? "

"This is the meat of the son of a humble official."

"Did you kill your own son?"

"yes. You are the head of a country, but you have never tasted human flesh. I was deeply disturbed, so I killed my son and gave it to my Lord to show my loyalty. " Yi Ya deliberately emphasized the last two words.

"How old is your son?"

"My son is three years old."

When Qi Huangong heard this, he frowned and felt sick. His eyes immediately saw the tragic situation when the child was killed, and his ears seemed to hear the sad cry of the child. He closed his eyes and waved in disgust, letting Aiya step down.

After Yi Ya resigned, Qi Huangong stayed indoors alone. His heart is like a thread, which is very uncomfortable. Yiya has the heart to kill her own child. How can it be a person? On second thought, he killed his son not for himself, but for me. Love me more than my own son, which shows how loyal he is to me. Thought of here, he felt relieved. Since then, I have given Yi a great favor.

However, Yi Ya, who was extremely loyal to Qi Huangong, later conspired with Zheng Zhi, Fang Zi and others to launch a palace coup by taking advantage of Qi Huangong's illness and brutally killed Qi Huangong. This is not a fantasy, nor a fabrication, but a fact that really exists in history. A man who has the heart to kill his own son will do nothing! How can a treacherous villain be loyal to the king and love the people!

Coincidentally, Wu Zetian, an iron-fisted woman in the Tang Dynasty, brutally strangled her own daughter in order to frame others and seize the queen's throne. Lady Macbeth in Shakespeare's famous play Macbeth actually broke the head of a nursing baby. Tiger poison doesn't eat children! For self-interest, in the long river of human history, more than 10 million people regard others and even their own children as their own ladders!

There is no chronicle, "the words' benevolence, righteousness and morality' are written askew on every page". As long as you look at half a page carefully, you will "see the words in the cracks, and two words are written all over the page:' cannibalism'".