bad, i'm a fool

Chapter 5

"It's too bitter, I'm yuck!"

Before taking the medicine, Han Dongwen just smelled it and felt a little nauseous.

Xiao Hongdou naturally didn't know what to say, she just grabbed the corner of her clothes and lowered her head.

"What kind of medicine is this?"

he grumbled.

"Tiger... Tiger Heart Soup, Your Highness."

Thinking she was asking herself, Xiaohongdou replied subconsciously.

Han Dongwen frowned, and put down the medicine bowl in his hand.

In "Queyin", he doesn't remember that there is a recovery item with this name.

The potions and other items circulated by NPCs in the game that can be bought at any time are very rudimentary. After the players gradually advance, almost all the supplies are circulated among the players.

That is, players who like to delve into production purchase materials from the market, and then make potions, amulets, scrolls, and even skill cards according to the relevant production methods.

This makes the low-efficiency potion sold by NPC completely out of demand, and even becomes a meme. When satirizing the poor production level of players, they will say that your stuff is not as good as a Huayusan/Rejuvenation Pill.

There are various uses of stalks. Even if Han Dongwen has not specialized in production before, he still remembers what kind of medicinal materials NPC can sell.

Tiger Heart Soup, he had never heard of it.

"What exactly does this medicine do?"

Hearing his question, Xiaohongdou immediately remembered what she had learned in Yingchun Palace.

This His Highness has that kind of hobbies, which ordinary people can't sustain, and it is because of such indulgence that it hurts the aura in the body, which leads to weakness in the body and the root cause of the disease.

That is to say, false.

However, the body is empty, but the heart is not. Under the decree of Wenjun, the imperial physician studied for several years, took the bone of a tiger in Bailan Mountain in the north, burned it and ground it into powder, and fried it with Yangyanhua and Zuo Niu Teng to make this "Tiger". "Heart Soup" is what Han Dongwen drinks almost every day.

Xiaohongdou told Han Dongwen about the origin of the tiger heart soup, and he suddenly felt his teeth a little sore.

This

Isn't this fucking aphrodisiac?

I am already a plague king, and I have become such a sick seedling, how dare I drink aphrodisiac medicine as water?
Han Dongwen bit his lips: "I'll let it cool down and drink it."

If it is said that in order to survive, one needs to find one's own foothold as soon as possible politically, then the most basic thing physically is to stop this absurd life.

Abstinence!

Go to bed early and get up early to exercise!
Han Dongwen secretly made such a determination, and suddenly asked Xiaohongdou as if thinking of something: "It's almost noon, why did the decoction arrive at this time?"

Xiao Hongdou only blinked: "Usually... His Highness usually wakes up at this time, today, today is a little earlier, and the Medicine Academy must not know about it..."

It turned out to be the case.

Han Dongwen nodded: "Do you remember, why did I go after I got up yesterday?"

Although Xiao Hongdou was not on duty yesterday, all the maids need to review the daily whereabouts of His Highness.

He played with flowers and birds yesterday, so it is not good to suggest him to go to the garden today.

He played with fish and insects yesterday, so today he can't propose lakes and ponds.

"Your Highness, you got up yesterday and went to Chiya Palace of Empress Hanqing, and stayed until evening. After the dinner, Master Wen from Taishu Pavilion begged to see you, but did not welcome Master Wen into the palace as you ordered. After nightfall, You asked Mrs. Hanqing to attend the bed again, so... it's been a day."

Although Xiao Hongdou spoke in very detailed terms, Han Dongwen probably only understood one thing.

He was obsessed with this Han Qing yesterday, for a whole day!
"Really, even if it's so beautiful, it won't be..."

Halfway through talking to himself, Han Dongwen lost his confidence.

Han Qing is not so much beautiful as a work of art.

It is not impossible to be addicted to such a work of art as soon as it is called and used immediately.

"That Master Wen is..."

Xiao Hongdou glanced at him, and then said, "Your Highness, Mr. Wen is looking for His Highness to discuss the matter of 'Inviting the Immortals on New Year's Day'. He specially ordered his maid yesterday to remind His Highness the next day."

Please come to Xiandian when you are old.

This was probably the only time when Han Dongwen could be remembered by the officials, and then went to the harem to find him cursing.

Only in this ceremony, no matter who is behind the scenes, Han Dongwen still needs to stand up.

Because it is the time for the common people to invite immortals when they are old.

Every year on the New Year's Eve, the Monarch of Simeng should meet all the people and take the lead on the New Year's Eve. Please bless the gods of Simeng and pray that the gods will continue to bless his people in the coming year.

It stands to reason that the New Year's Eve should start at midnight and continue until the east is white, starting the new year.

But Lord Wen just showed up hastily almost every time, and never took it seriously.

Even such a Plague Lord had to show his face once, just because in front of the people, there must always be an emperor, even if it is a puppet.

"I invite you to be immortal...Master Wen..."

Han Dongwen muttered, and suddenly his eyes moved: "Wen Yongxing of Taishu Pavilion?!"

Little Red Bean nodded suspiciously.

Han Dongwen clenched his fists, his shoulders trembled slightly from excitement.

Excited because Wen Yongxing is a great loyal minister, who can regain power for him and take charge of the country?
No.

The excitement was because Han Dongwen thought of what to do in the New Year's Invitation Fairy Ceremony?
Not really.

Han Dongwen bit his lip, trying his best not to show what he was thinking.

Wen Yongxing was appointed as the elder of the Taishu Pavilion, and Simeng had no status in the country. Taishu Pavilion was a secretarial institution that nominally consulted and drafted edicts for the emperor, and had no decision-making power.

And now that the emperor himself has no power, this Taishu Pavilion is probably just pretending.

It is precisely because of this that the troublesome and insignificant matter of asking for the Xiandian on the New Year's Eve is handed over to Taishuge to follow up.

Han Dongwen doesn't take the plot seriously, and often reads the synopsis and skips it hastily, but he remembers Wen Yongxing very clearly.

There is no other reason, only because this Lord Wen Yong Xingwen, if the player whose character was created in Simeng, must have seen it.

Wen Yongxing died at the beginning of the whole game!
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Outside the palace, please send to Sendai.

It's night, it's New Years.

Thousands of people have already crowded the square, soldiers holding long halberds, separated the vast number of people from the outside of Xiantai.

Go out from the Xuanri Gate of the Imperial Palace and go to Xiantai, a total of 360 steps.

These 360 ​​steps have been filled with soldiers standing on both sides, the left side is dressed in the azure blue iron armor of the State Law Department, and the right side is the meteorite iron black helmet and red cape of the State Army Department.

There are ten people in each room, and there is another masked soldier wearing a silver dragon helmet, but he does not have a weapon in his hand, but holds a bright lamp.

How majestic.

After a while, it was like lighting a candle in a heap of grain, and all the people suddenly became restless.

"emperor!"

"I'm coming!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Corresponding to the noise was the sound of all the soldiers hammering the handles of the halberds to the ground almost in unison.

After a few sounds, there was no more noise in the night sky, only the sound of metal and stone clashing remained.

Lord Plague walked out from the Xuanri Gate amidst the thundering sound of the halberd.

"The wish of a prosperous year, the emperor invites immortals—"

Lord Plague held incense and kowtowed in all directions. Standing beside him was an old scholar with gray hair but combed tightly and wearing a plain book robe.

The person performing the ceremony with a tough voice is none other than the owner of the Taishu Pavilion, Wen Yongxing.

After the offering of incense, the emperor was supposed to give a speech to the people, but he saw Wenjun standing on the platform and beckoning, then turned around and brushed his clothes away.

Wen Yongxing, who was standing beside him, kept his expression unchanged, only lowered his eyes, and sighed slightly in a voice that was almost inaudible to others.

Immediately, he stood on Sendai.

"Emperor Chengsimeng, Xiao Xian Xian wrote to Emperor Dongwen, and Wen Yongxing, the master of Taishu Pavilion, invited the gods on his behalf, and all people should make a wish together, praying to the gods to bless our Simeng country with prosperity and long-term peace!"

Wen Yongxing tried his best to straighten his old and stiff body, and shouted loudly towards a golden disc in front of him.

As soon as the "spiritual voice plate" spread, all the people in the square heard it clearly, bowed their heads with their hands together, and performed the movement of offering incense quietly and neatly.

Lord Wen had already returned to the palace from the Xuanri Gate at this time, and was walking towards his beloved harem.

However, the screen changes.

In the night sky with bright moon and few stars, a beam of golden brilliance suddenly descended, covering Wen Yongxing who was on the Xiantai!
Soldiers and civilians, officials and officials all raised their heads to look at the dazzling beam of light.

I saw Wen Yongxing's body slowly rising as if he had lost gravity, and his hands were waving in the air at a loss, but the beam of light became brighter and brighter. At a moment that was almost as dazzling as the sun, " Swish" suddenly disappeared.

Wen Yongxing, the master of Taishu Pavilion, also disappeared into the night sky.

At the same time, almost thousands of beams of light descended from the sky all over the country.

Deep forests, small villages, fishing ports, mines...

The beams of light from all over the country almost illuminated this vast country into a kingdom of day in an instant!

moment.

The light suddenly dissipated.

Where the radiance dissipated, if anyone around watched it, they would definitely stare in amazement—from the place of radiance, people walked out.

Or male, or female, or tall, or short.

They looked at the surrounding landscape buildings with novelty, ran and jumped with vigor, and roared with blood.

The people of Simeng call these people who descended from the sky "foreigners", just because they come from the sky, but they don't seem to be immortal.

This is how the story of Simeng Kingdom in "Queyin" unfolds.

Han Dongwen and Han Yang themselves were once among these aliens.

(End of this chapter)