bad, i'm a fool

Chapter 3 Spring Palace

When Xiao Hongdou returned to Yingchun Palace, everyone had been waiting there for a long time.

"Everyone", including those sisters who have not yet left the Spring Palace, and most importantly, everyone's teacher, Mi Niangniang.

Mi Niangniang's full name is Mi Yun. Although she is a young lady, she always understands men.

It stands to reason that she is not someone close to Wenjun, so she cannot be called a concubine, but this Yingchun Palace is her territory, and the daughters under her command call her that, which naturally makes her much happier.

She was the one who was most anxiously waiting for Xiaohongdou.

"red beans!"

"elder sister!"

"Sister Hongdou!"

Everyone surrounded her like a swarm.

Mi Niangniang was the first to come over, and she asked the little girl next to her to bring a bowl of warm jujube and lotus seed soup, and she also prepared a letter of Dieda Jinchuang medicine on the left.

After all, it was the Plague Lord who became interested, and Mi Niangniang had seen any physical damage caused by the cruelty.

There was once a maid who was quite to his liking and was almost accepted as a concubine by him, and almost everyone envied her.

It just happened to be too much for his appetite, which made him excited, and he was beaten in every possible way when he was doing things. When Lord Wen woke up the next day, the girl had already passed away.

When the girl entered the palace, Mi Niangniang also met the girl's parents. They almost knelt down and begged Mi Niangniang to take care of their daughter.

The best thing is that you never have to go out of the Yingchun Palace.

But how is it possible?

All Mi Niangniang can do is to prepare more of these things, that's all.

"You, are you okay...?"

She looked at Xiao Hongdou nervously and with concern. The girl's hairpin was not messed up, and there seemed to be no injuries on her face.

If there is no injury on the face, it is already fine.

She seems to be walking fairly steadily, as if...

It seems that there are no tears?
"Sister, are you okay? Are you all right?"

"Little Red Bean, tell me quickly, is your Highness really the same as the rumors? What did he ask you to do?"

This gossip is not gossip.

Looking at the delicate faces of those girls, some of them only have worries and fears.

Xiao Hongdou was stunned for a moment, and stammered, "He, Your Highness, let me, let me get dressed."

wear clothes?
Mi Niangniang frowned.

Indeed, men's hobbies in that area can be described as a mess, and it is only natural that some people like certain clothes.

"What kind of clothes? An actor? A kitchen robe? Or the maid's clothes from the next door?"

The girls' eyes were also fixed on Xiaohongdou. If they learned it, maybe a suit of clothes could save their lives in the future.

"what……"

Little Red Bean blushed a little.

Mi Niangniang was anxious: "You said it!"

Could it be - could it be that he wanted her to wear his dragon robe? !

Xiao Hongdou was so frightened that she shook her head again and again: "No, Your Highness said that I don't need to take off my clothes when I enter the bedroom."

Mi Niangniang was stunned, only thinking that she had heard wrong.

What does that grown-up want to do again?

"Your Highness... did he say why you don't need to take off your clothes?"

Mi Niangniang looked straight at Xiao Hongdou.

Xiao Hongdou hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Your Highness said, because the weather is cold, you will... feel cold."

Once a word is spoken, there is silence everywhere.

Cold?
Even their lives are considered worthless, but they say they will catch a cold?

Mi Niangniang pondered for a moment, "So, Your Highness didn't touch you?"

Little Red Bean shook her head.

The circle of sisters around you looked at me and I looked at you, with a few hints of confusion in their eyes.

"Maybe I'm finally tired?"

Mi Niangniang whispered to herself.

Xiao Hongdou suddenly remembered something, and said hastily: "By the way, empress, Your Highness asked me to have a word with you."

Mi Niangniang opened her red and phoenix eyes, and hurriedly asked, "What are you talking about? Say it quickly!"

"Your Highness, he said that he will come to the Spring Palace in the next few days."

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Crash la la la la la.

A pee into the Huaxiang pool.

Huaxiang Pond is not a pond, but Han Dongwen's elegant name for the urinal. Shady sandalwood incense ash was scraped in the urinal, which neither breeds mosquitoes nor blocks the smell.

This was Han Dongwen's third pee this morning.

"Sure enough, the kidneys are not working well..."

He muttered in a low voice, feeling that it was unfair for him to not only enjoy the happiness but also add the trouble of frequent urination and urgency.

The complaints are the complaints, and his thoughts quickly shifted to the previous thinking.

"I'm not me anymore, the game, or the game?"

Han Dongwen wiped his hands with a handkerchief embroidered with dragon patterns and gold threads.

"Did I cross into a parallel world, or became an NPC?"

He subconsciously touched his trouser pocket, only to realize that it was impossible to take out cigarettes and a lighter, so he sighed and looked back at the urinal in a daze.

Fighting in games has already been done in the 20th century. Consumers have higher and higher requirements for reality. They have to take a bath, shave, ride a horse, drink, and turn heads in games.

Shit and pee can naturally add a sense of reality.

"Damn it, I don't even know whether it's real or fake when I pee!"

he thought angrily.

But in fact, there is no way.

No matter what kind of real game it is, players can't really feel the pain of guns and bullets. Therefore, only in this respect, the analog signal is limited.

The simulated upper limit of pain perception should not be higher than 30% according to the law.

This is not to say that all pain sensations are scaled down, but that the pain simulation should not be higher than 30.00% of the individual's pain tolerance.

In other words, simply pinching yourself to judge whether it is a game is not enough.

It is necessary to find some kind of pain that exceeds this limit in order to judge the current situation.

"It's probably because the cigarette butts are so hot..."

Thinking about it, Han Dongwen turned around and walked out of Huaxiang Pond. There were already two maids waiting at the door—they just lowered their heads and dared not take a breath, for fear of offending Han Dongwen by doing something.

Not concubines, but slaves, they don't need to try to please him, and definitely no one will take the initiative to get closer to him.

For them, the best result is that Han Dongwen looks down on them, that's all.

So, just play by the rules and hope he doesn't get mad.

Han Dongwen looked at the two maids. They were probably older than Xiao Hongdou, and he instinctively avoided his gaze, and he already understood [-]% to [-]% in his heart.

They must have suffered from "themselves".

He also thought about how to make up for these women, but the most important thing right now is not this, he can only wait for the time being.

Taking ten thousand steps back, if Simeng's situation has not changed and he dies again, according to the "rules", these women will be buried with him, so letting himself survive first is also a kind of responsibility to them.

"What's your name?"

The sudden words almost scared the maid who bowed her head out of her voice.

Done
Done
Done
Done
Confused, she answered her name in a low voice.

But the voice was so low that Han Dongwen couldn't hear it clearly.

"...Ah, forget it, can you find me a hairpin? Send it to the bedroom later."

Han Dongwen tried to speak softly.

Hearing the word bedroom hall, the maid's body was visibly shaken, but she still bent her knees and agreed.

Han Dongwen nodded, turned and walked towards the bedroom.

At the end, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head and said, "You don't need to take off your clothes when the time comes, just leave the hairpin behind and go back."

After finishing speaking, he left without looking back, leaving only the two maids to let out a sigh of relief, feeling the fear of the rest of their lives after the catastrophe.

(End of this chapter)