Years of ignorance of wine and dipped lips

Chapter 75

Didn't Qin Simu say that taking the medicine at dusk has the strongest effect, and it can last until the morning?

It's still early for the time to expire.

Her slender nails touched the back of my neck, and the emerald beads on them rubbed against the signal receiver, making a crisp sound.

"My sister's neck ring looks very familiar to me."

I raised my heart to my throat.

Damn it, I just forgot about it because I didn't have permission to remove the signal receiver without authorization.

She didn't dare to turn her head, but she paced and turned in front of me. The concubines cooperated to get out of the way, and I couldn't avoid it. She lifted my chin with her fingernails to examine my face and figure carefully.

"Strange, isn't it a male disciple that Elder Xue brought?"

"Could it be that this palace made a mistake?"

"Let me tell you, if you dare to deceive Ben Gong, you will be destroyed."

I bit my lower lip tightly, and when I was considering whether to forcibly escape, the eunuch's sharp voice sounded again, this time very close, just outside the door.

"Welcome to the National Teacher!"

I almost thought I was hallucinating, and even Qin Sanchu was surprised for a few seconds, but after all, she didn't dare to neglect the national teacher, so she let me go, hurriedly went into the inner room to tidy up, and then came out to greet me.

I ignorantly knelt down with the others, thinking that this was too coincidental, I arrived at the right time, as if I knew I was in trouble.

That's what I hate about him, being too omniscient.

In other words, it's not hate, but fear.

I am afraid of the future that is as quiet as stagnant water in his eyes.

Qin Sanchu said the same words as the concubine last night. "Why didn't the third master inform you in advance when you came back? I have kind people in this palace to welcome you."

No. 3 wears the same black robe as in the painting, and carries the Guqin that he often carries on his back. Although the stern air in his gestures is diluted by this elegant thing, he still seems inaccessible.He glanced at the people in the room with red eyes, and said calmly: "Life and death, I don't think you are in the mood to accept the wind?"

Qin Sanchu lowered his eyes and said: "I made the national teacher laugh, we have already made arrangements and are about to go."

He also ordered other people, "What are you still doing in a daze, quickly help the national teacher carry the piano."

"No need."

Qin Sanchu who was rejected didn't raise his head, but knelt down respectfully. "The guards outside the Yongshou Palace must be stricter today. Can the Master of the State Council go with them?"

No. 3 looked down at these Yanshi who lived and died like mayflies, like a god without sorrow or joy, and said sideways: "Let's go."

Seeing that no one was paying attention, I quickly got up and followed the team going to Yongshou Palace. When I passed No. 3, I hesitated for a while. Although he had caused Jing Nian to misunderstand me not long ago, I still nodded slightly as a matter of fact, thanking him.

But he didn't look sideways. Although the clouds under his feet were not the clouds in the painting, his expression was that of a high-ranking fairy, as if he didn't see me at all.

I was inexplicably born with a sense of self-sentimental frustration.

Really, what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd?

Slandering all the way, when I arrived outside the Yongshou Palace, it was indeed heavily guarded. On the 3rd, I only twisted a small formula, and the soldiers fell unconscious. Several concubines pushed open the door of the bedroom. But when he tightened his grip, he turned around and met a pair of deep eyes.

I had no choice but to explain: "The emperor's illness, I want to go in and check it out."

"..." He gripped even tighter.

I was a little annoyed, so I grabbed his wrist instead, raised my chin and said sarcastically, "Otherwise, you just tell me the plot, my omnipotent master?"

He looked away and ordered, "Go up."

Without allowing me to refute, the wind rose from under my feet and sent me to the eaves.

No. 3 also came up, took off a few blue tiles, and poured warm light on his face, softening the outline a bit.

With a cheeky face, I also approached and looked at the situation in the house.

The emperor, who was lying on the bed and dying, saw the arrival of the Yanshi, and a bit of anger appeared on his face like a flash of light.

Struggling to sit up, he took off the dragon head finger in his hand and inserted it into a depression under the pillow. After the creaking mechanism turned, a dark compartment came into view.

He took out a jade pestle from it.

The very small jade pestle, let alone the sculptures in the city, even ordinary agricultural pestles are several times longer than it.

But the texture of jade is so magnificent that it even swims in the pestle like a living thing, full of vitality.

A deeper look of madness appeared on the emperor's haggard face.

Then he did something jaw-dropping.

He tied the jade pestle to his belt, and tightly grasped it in his palm, as if he was grasping the only lifeline in his decayed body.

He undoubtedly longed to live, but survival and reproduction were inseparable, and in the trance of dying, the two were confused in his eyes.

For example, those women who are in their youth are not only the carrier of desire, but also the good medicine for life extension.

The concubines entered the door silently, without any communication with him, they just lay down and let the jade pestle hammer on them densely and chaotically.

I'm sure this thing must be an evil thing. As the hammering force increased, the strange crimson texture on the jade pestle became more vivid, and there were bursts of light smoke from their white bodies, similar to the one I've seen before. The departed soul.

It is a concrete "life".

But these souls had no chance to return to their bodies, they were all absorbed by the jade pestle, the luster of the jade flowed, and the emperor's face seemed to have regained some color.

The continuation was successful.

On the other hand, the dedicated concubines, their limbs have become shriveled and skinny. Looking carefully, they look a bit like puppets.

Because they did not follow Yanshi's life alternation rules, they did not return to their original virgin appearance, the closed loop was broken, their new life was deprived, and they became completely dead.

But from the beginning to the end, there were no negative emotions such as pain on their faces, but they were always filled with happy smiles. The picture is so familiar, and it overlaps with the relief painting of Qiu Wen in my memory.

Those trampled underfoot, subjected to merciless violence, broken to pieces at the joints, smiling.

It turned out to correspond to them.

After all, I misunderstood. I thought the smile was directed at the perpetrators, but they didn't know that they were smiling for their own preservation of the future of their clansmen.

At the same time, the emperor also grinned, lay on his back on the bed, his eyes were cloudy, and he showed a disgusting smile.

Tonight, he raised the pestle and celebrated the false harvest with the corpses.

The game panel in my head beeped for a long time.

[Congratulations on unlocking the autumn plague. 】

[In autumn, all things wither and stop reproduction, so autumn plague is color plague. 】

Therefore, the theme of Autumn Plague is not violence as previously guessed, but sex.

After all, the latter is the basic human desire, and violence is only a means to realize it.

Too late to be happy, a new prompt popped up again.

[New task, please find out the origin of the autumn plague. 】

[In order to complete this task, you need to activate the side task: Spring Plague]

[Next step: Please follow Yanshi to their homeland. 】

Unexpectedly, what I said unintentionally at the beginning actually hit the nail on the head, that both the spring and autumn plagues are in Chongdu.

However, the emperor was only infected with the autumn plague, and the spring plague seemed to be in Yanshi.Although the details are not yet known, there must be some connection between the two causes.

I couldn't help opening my eyes wide, examining the shriveled corpses rolling on the ground, looking for clues that I might have missed.

At this time, a hand was stretched out arrogantly from behind, trying to cover my eyes. "Don't look at it, it's not a pretty thing."

Then I remembered No. 3, who had been neglected for a long time, but the task had to be done, so I said impatiently, "Why do you care about me?"

There was silence for a while, and then he pinched my waist viciously, with the lingering anger in his voice.

"Brother, haven't you recognized me yet?"

My brain was like a stuck gear, and after staring at it for a long time, I asked, "You, are you Jing Nian?"

No wonder he happened to be wearing the clothes in the painting, and he refused to let others carry the piano, presumably because he was cautious and afraid of being exposed.

The atmosphere became embarrassing again, Jing Nian is really serious, I finally found an opportunity to slip away, why did I follow?Could it be that you are angry but you have to beat me up before giving up?

If you think about it, you might as well meet No. 3.

I backed up little by little while supporting the tiles, and Jing Nian pressed on step by step. Seeing that my body was about to hang in the air, Qin Sanchu's voice sounded not far away.

"My lord, why are you standing on the eaves?"

Luckily she hadn't noticed, so I took the opportunity to dodge, jumped into the house from the hole in the tile, and lay down next to the corpses.