bad, i'm a fool

Chapter 183
What kind of person can answer no matter how weird they are, talk to people no matter how boring, and have the quality of never making fun of each other?
Bu Qianqian is such a person.

The future girls of Yihonglou should be like this.

And this group of women on the Fengyue Field, wouldn't it be perfect to train the wandering gods of the first machine?
Han Dongwen almost wanted to applaud his wit!

"The spirit of this body should not move rashly, but only speak."

Of course, the insurance must be good, otherwise, if the first machine goes crazy, these girls will definitely not be able to stop it.

After completing this procedure, he negotiated with the girls on the chat limit, and they drew lots to sort them out. Han Dongwen himself can finally place his number at ease, and wait for the next day to come early for a review.

Seven NO.80 people, half a stick of incense time per person, will also consume most of the night.

However, compared to a job that can continue to make money, staying up late into the night is not too unacceptable for these girls.

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The door was closed.

The girl who got the first one looked at the No. [-] machine sitting on the chair in front of her tremblingly, not knowing how to speak.

The little gentleman in white robe in front of him seemed to be a different person as soon as he entered the room. He no longer had that funny and sleek appearance, but sat on a chair solemnly, like a motionless wooden man.

"Gu... my lord."

She sat cautiously beside Unit No. [-], and turned her head away as if she had made up her mind.

"You look great today, isn't something good?"

She has used this opening sentence countless times, no matter how young or old the other party is, she will naturally continue.

After listening to the No. [-] machine, it looked at the girl and blinked:

"The Yuhua Building was smashed today, it shouldn't be a good thing for you."

"..."

The girl's heart skipped a beat, isn't this a test?Why are you still mentioning this pot?

Machine No. [-] stared at her blankly, without moving.

"Mr. Gu's performance today is really heroic. If there is wine, I should toast to you. How about we replace wine with tea first?"

"I didn't do anything, I just killed one person."

The tone of the No. [-] machine was very flat, but the smile on the girl's face froze all of a sudden.

This……

How can we talk about this kind of joke?
"Your Excellency, you are joking, can this incident really cause death?" She forced a smile, and lightly grasped the handkerchief a little tighter.

"joke?"

As if hearing this word for the first time, Unit No. [-] showed a puzzled look on his face, and then said in a serious voice:
"I checked. His ribs have been pierced, and his liver and gallbladder are shattered. He must be dead."

I can't talk anymore today.

The girl was dumbfounded for a moment, stood up lightly, said something offensive, and walked out of the room.

The next person just came in, sat down, and thought about how to start the conversation.

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A night is not very long, and besides meeting so many people, it always passes quickly.

In the dormitory, Xiao Hongdou, who had been ordered in advance, came very early, and her sleepy eyes were still a little sleepy. Although she had had a rest for many days after returning to Simeng from West Asia, she still asked Mi Niangniang to change her shift. Then he was busy in the palace, and moved back the rest time of those many days.

In this way, when Dad comes to Siyang, as long as she reports in advance, she can still accompany Dad to stroll around Flower Street.

Although it is still inseparable from the palace, it is already very good.

"knocking"

It wasn't the door she tapped, but the carved bed at Han Dongwen's feet.

Even if there is no one around, she can't wake up His Highness.

With this in mind, Han Dongwen didn't sleep deeply at all, and when he opened his eyes in a daze, he saw the appearance of Little Red Bean.

"Yawn—oh, little red bean, it's you..."

He stretched, raised his hands to support himself and sat up on the head of the bed. Xiao Hongdou quickly took the silk pillow on the footstool and placed it gently on Han Dongwen's back, so that he could comfortably sleep Rely on it, and bring a tea bowl and a small silver basin.

In the tea bowl is tea that was brewed before dawn and cooled down. After His Highness woke up from the bed, the tea was not for drinking, but simply for gargling and clearing the stale air in the mouth. Naturally, the silver basin was used for drinking. Come and then spit out the tea.

On the small table on the other side, there are already two hot towels and two silk handkerchiefs, which are naturally used for wiping and cleansing the face.

These should be the habits of King Wen. In order to maintain this character design, Han Dongwen has been enjoying it like this. Except for removing some too weird rules, the emperor's life is so outstanding that he doesn't need to lift a finger.

"Did you sleep well? Are you going to have breakfast?"

Xiao Hongdou's smile always seemed to make people feel very comfortable: "I'm going to ask the imperial dining room to prepare it now."

"no, I'm fine."

Han Dongwen shook his head, took the hot towel in Xiaohongdou's hand and wiped his face: "I'll rest for a while, you just stay in the bedroom and don't ask anyone to come in."

"OK."

Xiao Hongdou didn't understand the meaning of these words, His Highness ordered him to wake him up earlier today, and then sleep for a while after waking up?

But she always knew that what she had to do was not to figure out something, so she just nodded and agreed, and Han Dongwen closed her eyes in peace.

After packing up her things, Xiao Hongdou looked through the window lattice at Dongfang, where there was still only a trace of whiteness, with a satisfied smile on her face.

Ever since she came back from West Asia, she felt more and more tired.

It's not that she has done more work, but that there are more and more people looking for her in Yingchun Palace. There are always so-called "sisters" who I have never seen before come to talk to her, and even ask openly about this trip to West Asia His Highness preferred which empress, and some even directly sent high-quality rouge and gouache that could not be bought in Huajie, saying that he wanted to make friends with her.

God knows where they bought their things, Xiao Hongdou naturally didn't accept it, just because she felt that she really had nothing to repay the other party, and she was always very uneasy.

Compared with this noisy environment, doing things quietly is the moment when she feels the most relaxed.

"There is still one month left for the New Year's Invitation to the Immortal Code..."

She unconsciously muttered to herself: "When the time comes, I should be able to ask Niangniang Mi to change shifts, so I should write a letter to tell my father..."

Thinking of seeing her father, Xiao Hongdou became happier again. She had many things to tell her father, the rarest of which was of course what she saw in West Asia last time, the man with yellow hair, the red wine, like a feather in the sky Xue, who can speak for a day or two without repetition.

"That's right, I don't know how his mother's illness is with the little boy that Concubine Chi gave medicine last time..."

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Han Yingzong.

The girls had all rested, and the whole night's awkward chat was successfully concluded. At this time, Han Dongwen was the only one left in the room, observing the effect of the training through the "memories" in his mind.

"Yes, Not Bad……"

When talking with the first few girls, the No. [-] machine can be said to be a product that was eliminated from the Turing test. If these girls hadn't agreed that Han Dongwen deliberately wrote incorrectly for the sake of selection, a lot of problems would have been exposed last night.

Especially the first one, even the matter of murder was explained very carefully, so how can people continue the conversation?

"You don't have to worry about being exposed this time, after all, even the leader of the alliance knows that I did it..."

Han Dongwen smiled self-deprecatingly, and continued to read. After more than a dozen or 20 people, it seemed that the No. [-] machine had slowly opened up, and it was able to complete some scenes that were neither painful nor itchy.

Suddenly his attention was focused for a moment, and in the memory, the figure of the top card Bu Qianqian appeared, and said with a smile: "My lord, many girls are talking about you tonight, and they all say that you are a weirdo."

The No. [-] machine, which was already getting better, suddenly paused for a moment, and then, intermittently, read in a low voice:

"I... am not... a weirdo!"

(End of this chapter)