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Chapter 1203: Be a Good Widowed King [ask for monthly ticket]

Shen Tang waved his hand in front of Jimo Qiu.

His heart sank slightly: "Why is the high priest distracted? But my body... these symptoms, is there something wrong with me?"

Her body is different from that of a normal person, and she has a close relationship with the Gongxi clan. As the high priest, Jimo Qiu may know some things that Shen Tang himself does not know. Right now, hegemony is important. If she is held back by her body, she will have to go to the sea and become a mermaid in the future. Thinking of this, Shen Tang felt a little anxious.

No one wants to be held back by such an accident at a critical moment.

Before Jimo Qiu could answer, Shen Tang grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the side of the road. There were many sharp-eyed and sharp-eared warriors and scholars here, and she didn't want to cause trouble. Jimo Qiu didn't struggle, and squeezed out of the crowd with Shen Tang's force, and blended into the crowd in the blink of an eye. Tan Ting, who was in the private room on the second floor, watched them disappear, thinking about something. Qi Miao and the others were not paying attention here.

They were still savoring the master's impromptu dance moves just now.

There was a female monarch who was also a member of the Gongxi Chou Conservation Association. She couldn't hide her excitement: "Is that the one just now the offspring of General Gongxi? They look so similar, but they have different styles."

The next sentence is: "I wonder how good his cultivation is!"

His companion echoed: "A tiger father will have a dog son, so he must be strong!"

Qi Miao couldn't help laughing and said a truth that shocked everyone: "What do you mean by 'the offspring of General Gongxi'? The man downstairs is the general's elder brother, a brother from the same father and mother!"

Gong Xichou and Jimo Qiu did not deliberately conceal their relationship, but they did not make it public. The former had been a general in name only for many years in Kangguo, and the court officials only knew his name but never saw him. After Gong Xichou returned, except for the time when he was with Gong Xilai and Xun Ding at their wedding, he was obsessed with cultivation. Gong Xichou was like this, and Jimo Qiu, who had less ties with Kangguo, was even more withdrawn.

Therefore, only a few people know about the relationship between the two brothers.

The companion thought back to the face he had just seen.

Although Jimo Qiu is a young man, he is obviously smaller than Gongxi Qiu. How can he be the elder brother? However, considering the influence of the cultivation level and cultivation attributes of a martial warrior on appearance, those years are obviously nothing. I have seen a white-haired old man call a black-haired young man "uncle" before. The martial artists and scholars with advanced cultivation all have the skills to maintain their youth, and their actual age cannot be seen.

Tan Ting tilted his head to listen: "General Gongxi?"

Gongxi, this surname is not very common.

Qi Miao simply thought that Tan Ting's reaction was because he heard a rare surname, and said with a smile: "General Gongxi refers to Gongxi Chou. The one who was dancing downstairs just now is called Jimo Qiu, who is particularly good at witchcraft. He is a guest of honor in the inner courtyard of the Medical Department and a respectable elder with an extremely good temper."

Her father Qishan and Gongxichou were childhood friends, and Jimo Qiu was Gongxichou's eldest brother. In this sense, Jimo Qiu was her paternal uncle. During the process of Qi Miao's research on roundworm medicine, she had troubled Jimo Qiu several times, and the two sides had quite a lot of contact.

From what I have met, Jimo Qiu is indeed gentle and amiable.

Tan Ting asked again: "What is his relationship with Mr. Shen?"

"I don't know. Besides, as a subject, I cannot criticize my sovereign without authorization."

"I haven't officially started my duty yet, have I?"

Tan Ting's words were undoubtedly an attempt to take advantage of a loophole.

Qi Miao's circle of friends were not all in official positions, and the few civilians in the opposition had fewer concerns. They couldn't help but think of the gossip that had been widely circulated a few years ago - it was said that the favorite husband of their Lord Shen was Gong Xichou.

But what could he do? Gong Xichou traveled far away to look for his relatives for many years.

Several people looked at each other and thought of the same thing.

Tan Ting also shared a passage.

He asked curiously, "What about now?"

Qi Miao is obviously a careerist, and has a strong sense of career: "The Lord and General Gongxi get along well."

Tan Ting thought again of Shen Tang's action of pulling people.

I shook my head slightly in my heart.

  He saw Jimo Qiu's eyes, and was afraid that the Son of God had a dream but King Xiang had no intention. If he really wanted to, as the ruler of a country, it would be difficult for him to take both brothers into the harem and enjoy the happiness of having two wives.

But he saw that Mr. Shen didn't have that kind of idea.

and--

Although Shen Jun used the Word Spirit to block the sound from leaking out, Tan Ting understood some lip reading and clearly saw Shen Jun mention something about his physical symptoms to Jimo Qiu. This was what he cared about.

Tan Ting lowered his eyes, Tan Ting sighed, Tan Ting was helpless.

  He said that the masters chosen by Qi Yuanliang don't live long, right? If Shen Jun is really defeated by Qi Shan, Qi Yuanliang should die to apologize!

This little bit of sadness was quickly diluted by the atmosphere.

King Kang's capital is Fengluo, where there are many things he has never seen.

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

When Tan Ting was worried that Shen Tang's health would finally be damaged by Qi Shan Ke, Shen Tang had already pulled Jimo Qiu away from the covert and overt protection, and the two found a secluded rooftop with high terrain and few people to settle down. She was still thinking about the question just now.

"The High Priest of Jimo?"

Hey, why is this person distracted again?

Jimo Qiu finally came to his senses and tried to pull his wrist back.

Shen Tang suddenly let go of his hand and apologized, "I lost my composure just now, but this is related to the overall situation. Please forgive me, High Priest."

Jimo Qiu was startled for a moment before he remembered Shen Tang's question. He lowered his eyes and said, "The heartache that Your Highness mentioned should be related to the past."

"The past?"

"Um……"

Jimo Qiu seemed to be hesitating whether to explain.

That matter was related to His Highness, but if you think about it seriously, it has nothing to do with His Highness in front of you. Since it was a matter of the past, why bother people today? If His Highness wants to know, he will tell you everything he knows; if His Highness doesn't want to know, that's fine too, it will save him one less thing to worry about.

Obviously, Shen Tang's temper is the former.

  "Since it's an old story, I'll listen to it as a story. You speak and I listen." She had to find out so as not to affect herself. It would be fine on normal days, but if she was suddenly attacked when the two armies were facing each other, wouldn't she die unjustly?

Jimo Qiu was mentally prepared for this.

He looked up and a vine swing chair appeared on the roof. Shen Tang sat on it without hesitation, crossed his legs, and made room for Jimo Qiu. He then took out a handful of walnut-flavored melon seeds from the sachet on his waist and said, "Try it. These melon seeds are fried without any fuss."

Jimo Qiu thanked him and took it.

While peeling the melon seeds, he told what he knew.

"In fact, I don't know everything. There may be some misunderstandings that have not been resolved. Your Highness, just listen to it to relieve your boredom."

Shen Tang wrapped his left hand around the left rope of the swing chair, and cracked melon seeds with his right hand, as if he was listening to a story seriously.

Jimo Qiu told a story.

Or, a mythical story that has never been heard of.

The story is summarized as follows: a big boss who came down to earth to survive a disaster was reincarnated into a rival family, who deliberately concealed the secrets and tried to sabotage the boss's disaster. It happened that the two families were fighting and clashing, and the reincarnated big boss confronted his previous life.

Jimo Qiu handed the peeled melon seeds to Shen Tang.

She threw it into the air and caught it with her mouth.

"Hmm, what next?"

Jimo Qiu glanced at her out of the corner of his eye: "Failed."

"What failed?"

"The tribulation failed."

Shen Tang leaned towards Jimo Qiu with his legs crossed, and asked seriously: "... Did you fail to survive the tribulation? Did you destroy your family?"

Jimo Qiu shook his head: "There are many reasons."

"For example?"

Jimo Qiu replied: "As far as I know, no one with a similar background to that person... succeeded in overcoming the tribulation. They always failed for various reasons. In fact, this is normal. Even if the students of the academy study hard and memorize the key points of the doctrine, the person who sets the questions is still the teacher of the academy, and the answer is still decided by the teacher. If the answer is wrong, it is wrong, there is nothing you can do about it."

Shen Tang: "...It's a really easy-to-understand metaphor. Isn't this just a test question that goes beyond the syllabus? That big guy was wronged."

  She still didn't understand what this story had to do with heartache!

Jimo Qiu lowered his eyes and said, "It is related. After that... reincarnation lost control, it was... the formation that presided over it that used some of the remaining remains... for your current body... You have no memories, but your body has remnants, so..."

The more Shen Tang listened, the more confused he became.

“Why do your words come with mosaics???”

Some of the content was inaudible. She tried to interpret it with lip reading but found that Jimo Qiu's mouth was also covered by a hazy mosaic of white mist. This caused the content to be intermittent and annoying. Jimo Qiu looked up at the sky: "The secret of heaven cannot be leaked."

He said, "If you cheat in the exam, you will be caught by the invigilator."

The invigilator only has a pair of eyes, but secrets are everywhere. What Jimo Qiu can reveal now is considered a lot. If it were a few years ago, when the power of the prince was weak, he might be punished by heaven for even thinking of leaking the information, let alone speaking it.

Shen Tang: "...You didn't give me an answer!"

Jimo Qiu: "..."

If she had just traveled through time, Shen Tang would probably not have believed these nonsense, but as the mysteries were solved one by one, she found that the background of the vest she used might be more complicated than she thought, and this was a very deep pool of water. However, it seemed to be useless.

Her suspected impressive background won't help her career grow bigger and stronger.

She asked a straightforward question: "I'm curious, what role does the high priest play in the examination room? Invigilator? Test paper?"

Jimo Qiu thought about it and his cheek muscles moved slightly.

Shen Tang: "..."

She could neither hear nor see, just a mosaic.

As soon as Jimo Qiu saw her reaction, he knew that he was blocked by Tianji again, and he didn't know how to comfort her: "Actually, Your Highness, don't worry about these. You are Your Highness, but you are also Shen Youli. If you want to know about the past, you will know it naturally in the future. If you don't want to know, those are just a dream you inadvertently had, and there will be no trace left after the dream..."

"Will I always be Shen Youli?"

Jimo Qiu said: "You always have been."

It is the sky, the earth, all living things, and herself.

Shen Tang had another question: "What about you?"

Jimo Qiu smiled and said, "It's up to you, Your Highness."

He is whoever is needed.

Shen Tang: "..."

These words not only failed to enlighten Shen Tang, but made her even more confused. When she came to her senses, she had already returned to the palace to take a hot bath, wearing pajamas, lying on the familiar bed with her legs spread out.

I tossed and turned but still couldn't fall asleep.

"Hey, aren't these worries a little beyond the scope?"

He folded his hands behind his head and stared blankly at the beams.

"Just make Kangguo bigger and stronger, open two offices and boost the business of the two branches... Isn't it great to just work hard for the career? Why is there a weird mythological background? If I were a god, I could turn the sun and the moon upside down with a wave of my hand, and I would still be working like a slave here?" Shen Tang thought of his more than ten years of life as a slave. The more he thought about it, the more he got stuck in a dead end and worried about it over and over again.

What is this like?

  It's like she was a beggar who started out by picking up bottles, and then she started a small company with great difficulty. She worked hard to grow the company to a certain size, and then someone told her that her real identity was actually the richest person in the world, and that even a little bit of her fingertips could make the whole company burst. When she asked for her account password? She had none!

Even the richest man in the world cannot make angel investments in small companies.

Finally, he told her—

Want the account password of the world's richest man?

The first step is to make a small company bigger and stronger and become the best in the world.

Shen Tang gave the middle finger to the ceiling!

The night watchman squatting on the beam: "..."

Shen Tang couldn't figure it out, so he turned over again.

Various elements kept swirling in my mind.

The doomsday caused by the world war, the extinction of species caused by raging radiation, the supernatural powers of Wenxin and Wudan, the ancient remnant of the Council of Gods, the Gongxi clan's entanglement with God... Shen Tang covered his chest, the feeling of being pierced by a wooden rafter became more and more obvious, and countless phantoms seemed to flash before his eyes.

In a trance, she heard someone whispering in her ear.

【Fujiki is heartless, and he has no foolish thoughts and no delusions. 】

Shen Tang's consciousness gradually became blurred and he felt sleepy.

She murmured: [What do you mean? ]

The owner of the voice sounds a bit evil.

[It means——]

The sound became increasingly vague.

The other party's voice seemed to come from a distant sky.

[This is a killing calamity, a killing calamity, a killing calamity, a killing——]

  [Don't make any more mistakes for me, sir! ]
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When the sound turned from vague to clear, Shen Tang vaguely heard someone whispering nearby: [How could it be a love disaster? ]

The person speaking seemed to be a woman.

The language used was one that Shen Tang had never heard of.

The strange thing was that Shen Tang seemed to have installed the relevant language package, and there was no communication barrier when the strange language fell into her ears. She was surprised when a more childish voice came from that direction: [High Priest, what is the love tribulation? What happened? ]

The woman known as the High Priestess sighed.

[Fujiki has no heart and no sex, so he is naturally heartless. How can a heartless thing survive the calamity of love?] His voice was filled with fatigue.

The child disagreed: "How can Your Highness be heartless? Didn't the high priest say that Your Highness has protected our tribe for so many years out of gratitude for the irrigation? Isn't gratitude also love? How can you be heartless?"

The high priest said: [That’s different.]

Children obviously cannot understand.

There are three thousand ways in the world, and countless kinds of love. Is it true that only the love between men and women can be called a love calamity? It is so unfair that this calamity has to befall the diligent and hardworking prince. The child did not know what he said again, and the high priest whispered something to him.

Shen Tang frowned and wanted to listen carefully.

After a while, two footsteps approached.

The woman with long braids was wearing a mysterious and gorgeous high priest robe that dragged on the ground. She held a wooden staff in her right hand and pulled a child in a narrow-sleeved cloth with her left hand. The child was difficult to tell whether he was a boy or a girl. He had red lips and white teeth and was very cute and pitiful. He followed the woman obediently into the room.

The woman knelt on the cushion and bowed.

The young children also followed suit and saluted.

Shen Tang looked at this scene in confusion.

I vaguely felt that the child looked familiar.

She was about to call for help, suspecting that this was the home of the Gongxi clan. Perhaps she was affected by her body and saw some scenes from the past. But at this moment, she heard her own voice: [Yin, your life span is not over yet, why did you bring this child here? ]

The high priest said: [Previously, divination predicted that this child and Your Highness have a destiny, and that he has excellent talent, so I wanted to send him here to serve in the temple, so that he can take over Your Highness's legacy in the future.]

[Last time you came, I told you that I didn't want to raise a child anymore... The temple is lonely, and only my incarnation is here, isn't it boring? I still remember that you wanted to escape many times back then...]

【This is different now. 】

The voice finally did not refuse.

[This is the last time. You know my disaster is coming soon. If you get close to me, you will be easily dragged into it.]

Even the so-called gods will fall one day.

Among all things in the universe, nothing can reside forever above the nine heavens.

The changing of times is the normal state of the world.

The high priest said: [Your Highness has mentioned this matter through the oracle, but after a long discussion within the clan, we still feel that our clan and Your Highness are of the same blood, and we will prosper together and suffer together. Thank you for your care for many years, and our clan cannot stand aside at this time. ]

If necessary, it should be a sacrifice.

  |ω`)

Fujiki is heartless and goes through the emotional calamity

It is almost equivalent to wishing eunuchs many children and good fortune_(:з」∠)_）