sinovels Chapter 68 The Tree That Doesn't Bloom
Chapter 68 The Tree That Doesn't Bloom
Entering the palace went smoothly, and the children's words were not exaggerated. Chungdu has a vast territory, vast land and abundant resources, and the common people are so rich, so the imperial palace is naturally more magnificent, and its scale is even comparable to the entire territory of other small city-states.
At the same time, the second suspicious point also appeared, that is, there was no puppet in the huge palace. It stands to reason that the Yanshi clan lived here for a long time, and puppet show is their skill to please the king, so relevant traces should be left in the palace That's right.
The envoy who received us settled us in a good place, and didn't mention anything about giving the emperor a face-to-face consultation. He just waited for the decree and left.
It is quite different from the appearance of earnestly seeking each other when he was in Wuyun Sect.
However, those who work in the palace are not leak-proof, and in the face of my doubts, they all deftly resolve them.
I didn't ask anything, so I decided to go to Xue Jiajia.
As a player whose skill points are mainly spent on yin and yang, he will naturally not let it go if he is hit with Tai Chi.When I entered, he was taunting the envoy. "Didn't it mean that your majesty is terminally ill and time is running out? Why are you not in a hurry now that the cure has arrived?"
The envoy's face was blue and red, and he still smiled and said: "The elders condescend to come, how dare we rush?"
Then they called more court ladies and servants, and ordered them to clean up the dust for the distinguished guests.
"You really think of us as a tourist group." Xue Jiajia whispered to me, "You have seen how severe summer plague and winter plague are before, and few of them survived. I'm afraid it won't happen after we rest. The grass on the grave of the old emperor is several feet high."
"You mean they want the emperor dead?"
"Haven't you watched TV dramas? The emperor is dead, and the maids who served him have to be buried with him. How can you expect him to die?" Xue Jiajia hated iron and steel, "These small characters can't control anything at all. There must be someone behind him." Instigation, that is to say, the various forces in the palace have different opinions on the treatment of the emperor's illness. Some people hope that Wu Yunzong can treat him, while others don't."
"oh, I see."
"How about I just use Tuzhen Pill to force them to confess? Although it is a bit inconsistent with the setting of medical practitioners who can help the world, the ancestor also said that ordinary people should not be drugged casually. I don't know what punishment OOC will have..."
I couldn't listen to what he said at all, and my mind was all about No. 3.
Speaking of which, since I deleted the dream program, the headquarters has not contacted me for a long time.
I used to think that I was offline in this world, and there was no superior to give me instructions, and I was looking around and uncertain at every step.Only now did I realize that I was completely a wind-up doll in his hands. How and where to go, he had preset for me on behalf of the headquarters.
Number 3 must be somehow connected to headquarters.
Furthermore, there is always a time when the clockwork is exhausted. Before that, how far can the tasks surrounding Jing Nian go?
I kept thinking about it until the evening, and sent a letter from the official, saying that the imperial concubine and empress have invited us to go to the Imperial Garden to drink tea with the three masters and apprentices.
"What did I say? Sure enough, there is a mastermind behind the scenes. No, they have taken the initiative to take action. They must want to show off their power and warn us not to interfere with the emperor's illness. When the late emperor dies, she will be able to co-operate with him in the The forces in the imperial court have abolished the current prince, supported their own children to ascend the throne, and listened to the government behind the curtain." Xue Jiajia analyzed it confidently based on the Gongdou drama model, and finally patted Qin Simu on the shoulder, "It just so happens that you don't want to inherit the throne, you can kill two birds with one stone .”
The latter said speechlessly: "The imperial concubine has no children under her knees, and neither do the other concubines in the harem. Otherwise, how could the emperor accept me as a foster son?"
"None of them are too...couldn't he?"
"No, because the harem is full of my clan, and the Yanshi clan has no ability to reproduce, so there is no queen."
It's no wonder that half of the puppets are not seen in the palace. It turns out that the Yanshi were all included in the harem.
I asked, "Then, do your clansmen still perform puppet shows?"
Qin Simu shook his head slowly, and said with unclear meaning: "The national teacher said that when a person has no choice, he will stick to his heart, and once given a choice, almost no one can stand the test."
I didn't quite understand the meaning of his words until I stepped into the imperial garden.
Flowers and plants compete for splendor, but none of them can escape the fate of setting off the beauties.
Xue Jiajia said that in the TV dramas he watched, the deep palace was full of conspiracies, swords were drawn, the winners rose to the top, and the losers died.But I didn’t feel such an atmosphere at the moment. The female relatives were sitting in the garden, chatting and laughing harmoniously, and the women clustered in the center were dressed in the most luxurious clothes, and the flowers on the forehead were dark red begonias, but her facial features were somewhat heroic. She didn't look delicate and gaudy because of the overly delicate carving and decoration, but she was more aggressive in beauty, she smiled at us from a distance, and said: "They are all rare customers, so don't be restrained by unnecessary etiquette. "
When she mentioned the word rare guest, she raised her eyebrows and looked at Qin Simu with sharp eyes, and the latter lowered his head even lower.
She must be the imperial concubine.
Qin Simu naturally knew that she was blaming himself, so he obeyed her orderly, did not kneel down, trotted up to refill her tea before sitting down, and introduced to me softly: "This is Sister Chuchu, when she She is the best friend with sister Xiaochao, and is also the most favored by the emperor, so they were given names."
Qin San Chu, Qin San Chao, very similar names.
Maybe, if Qin Yuyu stayed in the harem, he would be able to enjoy the glory and wealth like these female relatives instead of embarking on the arduous road of cultivation.
Wait, the harem... female relatives?
No, once Yanshi becomes an adult, he will be in the form of a man, how can he be a woman?
Only then did I understand what Qin Simu meant by "choice".
Combined with what I said before, "the national teacher rescued the Yanshi family", I came to a conclusion and asked: "So, it is your national teacher "San" that made Yanshi other than Qin Shuyu have the growth trajectory of ordinary people. , no longer transgender, and always a woman?"
Qin Simu nodded and said: "If there is a choice, who would not want to become "normal"...Even an ethnic group with a long history like Yanshi can't refuse such a temptation."
"Since Yanshi has not been able to correct his gender for tens of thousands of years, how did he do it? Is there any secret magic?"
We had been whispering for too long, and the neglected Concubine Chu asked, "By the way, didn't Xiao Chao come together? We haven't seen each other for many years. Doesn't he even give me this bit of face?"
Xue Jiajia, who was silent next to her, heard Qin Yuyu's name, so she took the initiative to make up an excuse. "He is in the break-through period and needs to retreat. He will definitely visit him in person someday."
Seeing that Concubine Chu's face softened a little, Qin Simu said: "But we brought all his puppets, sister, if you miss him, you can talk about it for comfort."
"Forget it." Although Concubine Chu said with regret, she still refused decisively, "There are no puppets in the palace for a long time, why bother to bring up the old matter again."
"Sister said yes."
She changed the subject and said with concern again: "Ah Mu, since you have come back, I will invite the Taifu to teach you how to govern the city. After all, you have to prepare for your succession in the future."
Qin Simu, who had a low eyebrow and pleasing eyes, stood up abruptly when he heard the words. "No! I will not ascend the throne! This is absurd!"
"How ridiculous?"
"The sisters in the harem are all my clansmen, watching me grow up, how can I do such unethical things?"
"It's just a title. If you have ideas, you can take another wife and concubine yourself."
"That won't work!" Qin Simu took a deep breath, knelt down on one knee, and said earnestly: "I can't do it, because I have always regarded my sisters as my closest relatives, the master of the harem, the king of a country, no matter what It's not for me to do it."
But the woman in front of him, who was graceful and luxurious, and favored by the highest authority in the capital, was unmoved, and only said coldly: "The Yanshi clan does not seek a spouse to reproduce, and there is no blood relationship, where is the ethics? I It seems that you have been wandering outside the palace for too long, and even confused your own identity."
Not to be outdone, Qin Simu retorted: "What qualifications do you have to say about me? At the beginning, the national teacher said that he could correct the gender, and you agreed. Now he keeps saying that he must recognize his identity. Why did you forget your Yanshi identity at that time? What about it? Qin Sanchu, you are nothing more than selfish, you want to help me to the top, and continue to sit back and relax in the palace, but why do you sacrifice my freedom to satisfy your vanity?"
His disobedient words can be said to be merciless, some concubines couldn't help but want to scold him, but Concubine Chu just waved her hand to signal everyone to calm down.
She said slowly: "Ah Mu, you will understand one day that what each of us does is not for ourselves, but for the entire Yanshi clan."
The young man had a strong temper, he couldn't listen to his anger, he didn't say hello, so he left the table angrily.
Concubine Chu Guifei didn't keep him, but quietly looked at the remaining crabapple flower that fell into the teacup, showing a regretful expression, then raised her little finger, and gracefully brushed off the petals.
When she raised her head again, she put on a perfect smile again.
As if nothing had happened, we chatted with Xue Jiajia and me, talking about the customs of Chongdu, and our admiration for monks' fairy arts.
Except that she delayed the emperor's face-to-face consultation.
Xue Jiajia said to me through the system: "She is a well-known person in the city. She knows our purpose and pretends to be confused."
I am also very helpless. "Then what should I do? I can only return without success."
She was about to walk out of the imperial garden, but she let go and said: "Tomorrow morning, His Majesty will come forward to listen to the advice of the ministers, and you can attend on time."
Concubine Chu Guifei paused, and then said: "But tonight, I advise the elders to go to bed with peace of mind. If you hear any strange movements at night, don't be too curious."
With a chill behind my back, I hurriedly dragged Xue Jiajia, who wanted to talk too much, away.
The night came quickly, and the imperial palace seemed not far from the sea. The evening breeze smelled of the salty sea, mixed with the freshness of the vegetation, which reminded me of the branches growing in Qin Shuyu's yard.
I vaguely remember their deep red surface, which is very similar to the color of flowers on the forehead of Concubine Chu, but they are actually adapted to the acidic seawater environment.
A hardy plant that does not produce the showy flowers of a crabapple, and may not even bloom at all.
Not blooming means not multiplying, which is the same as Yanshi's habit.
Maybe the puppet bodies of the Yanshi were carved out of this unknown mangrove tree.
Thinking wildly about late at night, Xue Jiajia's snoring could be faintly heard through the wall, and I didn't feel sleepy. Concubine Chu's last words were played repeatedly in my brain, and the brain is an organ that is extremely good at associating.
If there is any strange movement at night, will it be related to No. 3?
Is No. 3 in Chungdu?Did Bai Shuang find his trace again?
I feel like I am going to become a walking hundred thousand whys.
The answer would not be to find someone by myself. I simply got up and was about to open the door when I heard rustling outside, which was very clear in the silent night.
Hold your breath and listen carefully. It is the sound of neat footsteps.