Han Yang woke up and found himself lying on the belly of a strange woman.
The woman is very beautiful, big where she should be, and extremely slim where she should be slim.
"You are so powerful today~"
The woman said charmingly,
"Your Highness."
Damn it.
Han Yang rolled out of bed and fell heavily to the ground, making stars appear in his eyes.
How could it fall so hard?
Why is the bed so high?
"oops!"
The strange woman exclaimed, "Your Highness! What's wrong with you! Someone is here, Your Highness fell!"
Han Yang gritted his teeth and stood up from the edge of the bed, only to see that the bed was decorated with dragon carvings and three or four layers of gauze curtains mixed with gold threads.
Dragon bed!
Not his 1.6-meter by 1.8-meter IKEA iron frame bed!
This is not home!
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After about half a stick of incense passed, Han Yang's back pain finally got better.
He has already put on his clothes. On the left is the enchanting woman beneath him, and on the right is a doctor with a gray beard sitting in the chair under him.
No, imperial doctor.
The imperial doctor held a bowl of medicine in his trembling hands and handed it over respectfully.
"Your Highness allows this veteran to overstep his bounds."
The imperial doctor gently picked up the medicine bowl, took a sip, and then handed it over again.
This means there is no poison in the medicine.
Han Yang covered his waist and felt his head hurt as he looked at the beautifully carved decorations in the room and the enchanting concubine next to him.
"Your Highness, drink."
The concubine persuaded him softly.
He drank medicine, very bitter medicine.
Han Yang wiped his mouth and turned his head to stare at the concubine.
"You look familiar to me."
The concubine was stunned and said softly: "Your Highness is so ruthless. Isn't it my turn to serve you today?"
Han Yang smacked his lips, thought for a long time, and then said, "What's your name?"
"Your Highness is really..."
The concubine's tone was rather sad, and she sighed:
"Stop making jokes about Hanqing."
Stop making jokes about Hanqing
Stop making jokes about Hanqing
Stop making jokes about Hanqing
Hanqing?
"Are you Hanqing?"
Han Yang asked word for word.
The concubine naturally nodded doubtfully.
"The concubine of Chiya Palace, Hanqing?"
"...It was you who gave Han Qing the Chiya Palace to live in."
Han Yang's pupils became larger and his breathing became heavier.
"I……?"
The imperial doctor looked at Hanqing, and Hanqing looked at the imperial doctor.
"I am……"
"I am Han Dongwen, Lord of Plague???"
Hanqing shook his head.
The imperial doctor shook his head.
Han Yang breathed a sigh of relief.
It would be better if it wasn't Han Dongwen.
That foolish emperor, that foolish emperor who spent a lot of time in wine pools and meat forests, was extravagant and mediocre, and was so sick that he was called the "Plague King" Han Dongwen.
It's okay if it's not him.
"You are a wise king."
Hanqing said softly.
"Your Highness, you are wise, don't listen to the gossip of ignorant people. If you say something like a plague, I think you should find the person who said this and kill them all!"
The imperial doctor coughed excitedly.
Han Yang was speechless.
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The plague king Han Dongwen.
When you open a history book, no matter which country's history it is about, you can't find this person's name.
This is a "false" history.
This is a fabricated history.
Han Yang - Han Dongwen's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and he waved his hand: "Get out."
The imperial doctor bowed deeply, put away the medicine pot tray, and turned around to go out.
Hanqing sat aside, not moving.
Han Dongwen looked at her and said, "You go out too."
"I also……"
Han Qing was obviously shocked, as if he had never expected Han Dongwen to give such an order.
But she was a concubine after all, so she nodded immediately, put on her robe and exited the room.
"Your Highness, have a good rest tonight. Hanqing and Ke'er will come to serve you tomorrow night."
She spoke softly and seductively.
But a long time after Han Qing left, Han Dongwen's back was still straight.
He remained motionless, watching warily in the direction in which the beautiful woman left.
After confirming that she was gone, all the muscles in his body seemed to relax and he let out a long breath.
"Damn it, Han Dongwen...even if it's time travel, why is it Han Dongwen..."
The nightgown embroidered with gold thread was wrinkled by him.
He had read novels and TV series, and he knew that he had no choice in time travel.
But Han Dongwen is not good.
Han Dongwen's "Seventh Palace" is even worse.
Because Han Dongwen is about to die.
Because it was Hanqing who killed him.
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Again, this is made-up history.
History has no author, but history books do.
The author of the fabricated history has not been found to be this person.
Han Dongwen swallowed and paced back and forth next to his tall dragon bed.
He was a witness and participant in this fabricated history.
He had been part of this fabricated history.
The memory that comes to mind with unparalleled clarity is proof of that.
For example, this is the Seventh Palace, the palace of "Plague King" Han Dongwen.
For example, the territory of the plague king Han Dongwen was Simeng, a small country in the southwest where the people were suffering.
Han Dongwen patted his cheek, trying to wake himself up again.
More facts came to his mind.
For example, "Plague Lord" Han Dongwen can launch a crusade after triggering the "Simeng Tribulation".
For example, "Plague Lord" Han Dongwen dropped a pretty good ring.
Like, this is a fucking game.
Han Dongwen climbed into his bed and gathered his thoughts.
This may be the time in his life when he needs to clear his mind the most.
After all, if you are confused, you will really die.
"Game, okay, I still remember, this is..."
This game is called "Que Yin".
Very strange name.
This is the era when holographic games are popular, and intubation in the back of the head is already a basic practice.
What is posterior intubation?
When we live in this world, what we see and hear, what we eat, what we feel on our skin are nothing more than signals received by the super-powerful processor of the brain.
Intubation means sending simulated signals to the brain for processing.
What's the meaning?
It's fake and real. As long as there is a corresponding programmed signal flow and it is input into your brain, the beautiful supermodels who are famous all over the world will be able to be charming under you immediately.
That's what it means.
When everything can be simulated and the most basic desires are satisfied, people have resumed more complex pursuits.
story.
So immersive movies were born, and people discovered that I wanted to be a part of it.
As a result, ultra-realistic games destroyed other cultural and creative products, and people became heroes or dragons in one simulated world after another.
But it's not enough.
The human species is still barbaric after all.
In the false world, being their own emperor is not enough after all.
What is more exciting than the concept of "strong"?
It’s “better than others.”
Permitted plundering, illegal killing, all this has taken over the market like a bloody storm.
All entertainment markets.
After all, why bother making stars when you can spend the night with the most beautiful dummy at any time?
"So………"
Han Dongwen took a deep breath.
So what is the selling point of "Que Yin"?
It's a story.
It's not such a wonderful story, it's not such an outrageous script.
It's a story where no one knows the ending.
"An AI-driven story that advances in real time based on player behavior."
This is an advertising slogan.
People no longer need to be soldiers in the vast sea of people, following established heroes to fight against demons.
You can join the devil and see what outcome the AI brings to you.
"In that case."
Han Dongwen opened his eyes and thought of something.
"Can I not die?"
