When Xiao Hongdou returned to Yingchun Palace, everyone had been waiting there for a long time.
"Everyone" includes 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 MILF, she still understands men.
It stands to reason that she is not close to King Wen, so she cannot be called empress, but this Yingchun Palace is her territory, and her daughters calling her this will naturally make her much happier.
She is the one who is most anxiously waiting for Xiao Hongdou.
"red beans!"
"elder sister!"
"Sister Anko!"
The crowd was almost like a swarm, surrounding her in the middle.
Mi Niangniang was the first to come over. She asked the little girl next to her to serve a bowl of warm red dates and lotus seed soup, and also prepared a letter of bone-breaking medicine on her left.
After all, it was the Plague King who got excited and caused some physical damage. Mi Niangniang had also seen it before.
There was once a maid who was quite attracted to him and was almost accepted as his concubine. Almost everyone was jealous of her.
It just so happened that he was so attracted to him that he became aroused and beat her in every possible way. When King Wen woke up the next day, the girl had already died.
When the girl entered the palace, Mi Niangniang also met the girl's parents. They almost knelt down and begged Mi Niangniang to take good care of their daughter.
The best thing is to never have to leave this Yingchun Palace.
But how is it possible?
All Mi Niangniang can do is prepare more such things, that's all.
"You, are you okay...?"
She looked at Xiao Hongdou nervously and with concern. The girl's hairpin was intact and there seemed to be no injuries on her face.
There is no injury on the face, so it is already fine.
She seems to be walking fairly steadily, as if...
It seems like not even a tear fell?
"Sister, are you okay? Are you okay?"
"Xiao Hongdou, tell me, your highness, is he really the same as the rumors say? What did he ask you to do?"
This gossip is not gossip.
Looking at the delicate faces of those girls, all they have is worry and fear.
Xiao Hongdou was stunned for a moment, and said with some stuttering: "He, Your Highness, he asked me to put on clothes."
wear clothes?
Mi Niangniang frowned.
Indeed, men's hobbies in this area can be described as chaotic, and it is natural for some people to like specific clothing.
"What kind of clothes are they? Actors' robes? Kitchen robes? Or maid uniforms from West Asia next door?"
The girls' eyes were also fixed on Xiao Hongdou. If they learned this, maybe their clothes would save their lives in the future.
"ah……"
Xiao Hongdou blushed a little.
Mi Niangniang was anxious: "You are right!"
Is it possible - is it possible that he wants her to wear his dragon robe? !
Xiao Hongdou was so frightened that he shook his head: "No, no, His Highness said that I don't have to take off my clothes when I enter the dormitory."
Mi Niangniang was stunned for a moment, feeling that she had heard wrongly.
What did that adult want to do again?
"Your Highness...did you say why you don't need to take off your clothes?"
Mi Niangniang looked straight at Xiao Hongdou.
Xiao Hongdou hesitated for a moment and nodded: "His Highness said that because the weather is cold, you will... feel the wind chill."
Once the words were spoken, there was silence.
Feeling cold?
Even their lives are regarded as nothing, but they say they will feel cold?
Mi Niangniang pondered for a moment, "So, Your Highness didn't touch you either?"
Xiao Hongdou shook his head.
The sisters in the circle looked at me and I looked at you, with a few confused looks in their eyes.
"Maybe you're finally tired of it?"
Mi Niangniang whispered to herself.
Xiao Hongdou suddenly remembered something and said hurriedly: "By the way, empress, Your Highness asked me to say a word to you."
Mi Niangniang opened her eyes and asked hurriedly: "What are you talking about? Say it quickly!"
"Your Highness, he said he would come to Yingchun Palace in the next few days."
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Blah blah blah blah.
I peeed into Hua Xiangchi.
Huaxiangchi is not a pool, it is just an elegant name for Han Dongwen's urinal. The toilet is scraped with the incense ash of Yinyou Sandalwood, which neither breeds mosquitoes nor covers the smell.
This is Han Dongwen's third pee this morning.
"Sure enough, the kidneys are not working well..."
He muttered softly, feeling that it was unfair that he not only did not enjoy the pleasure, but also had the trouble of frequent and urgent urination.
Complaints were complaints, and his thoughts quickly shifted to his previous thoughts.
"I'm not who I am anymore. Is that a game, or a game?"
Han Dongwen wiped his hands with a handkerchief embroidered with dragon pattern and gold thread.
"Did I travel into a parallel world, or did I become an NPC?"
He subconsciously touched his trouser pockets, only to realize that it was absolutely impossible to take out a cigarette or lighter. He could only sigh and look back at the toilet in trance.
Fighting in games has been something that has been done since the 20th century. Consumers are increasingly demanding reality. They want to bathe, shave, ride horses, drink, and have sex in games.
Shitting and peeing naturally adds to the sense of reality.
"Damn it, I don't even know if it's real urine or fake urine!"
he thought angrily.
But it’s not impossible.
No matter how realistic the game is, it cannot allow players to truly feel the severe pain of knives, guns, and bullets. Therefore, only in this aspect, the analog signal is restricted.
The upper limit of pain simulation cannot be higher than 30% according to legal regulations.
This does not mean that all pain sensations are scaled down, but it does mean that the pain simulation must not be higher than 30% of the individual's pain tolerance.
In other words, simply pinching yourself to determine whether it is a game will not work.
You must find some kind of pain that exceeds this limit to judge the current situation.
"It's probably like how burned a cigarette butt is..."
Han Dongwen thought about it, turned around and walked out of Huaxianchi. Two maids were already waiting at the door - they just lowered their heads and did not dare to take a breath, for fear of doing something to offend Han Dongwen.
Not concubines, but as slaves, they don't need to think of ways to please him, and there is absolutely no one who wants to get closer to him.
For them, the best result is that Han Dongwen looks down on them, that's all.
So just behave and hope he doesn't get mad.
Han Dongwen looked at the two maids. They were probably older than Xiao Hongdou, and instinctively avoided his gaze. He already understood 70% to 80% of the time.
They must have suffered "themselves".
He also thought about how to compensate these women, but the most important thing at the moment was not this, so he could only put it aside for the time being.
To put it bluntly, if Simeng's situation does not change and he dies again, according to the "rules" these women will be buried with him, so letting himself survive first can be regarded as a kind of responsibility to them.
"May I have your name?"
The sudden words almost frightened the maid who lowered her head out of her voice.
Finished
Finished
Finished
Finished
Her mind went blank and she answered her name in a low voice.
But the sound was so low that Han Dongwen couldn't hear it clearly.
"...Ah, forget it, can you find me a hairpin? Bring it to the dormitory later."
Han Dongwen tried to speak as softly as possible.
Upon hearing the word "dormitory", the maid's body was visibly shaken, but she still knelt down and accepted.
Han Dongwen nodded, turned around and walked towards the bedroom.
At the end, he suddenly remembered something, turned around and said, "There is no need to take off your clothes then, just leave the hairpin and go back."
After saying that, he left without looking back, leaving only the two maids to let out a big breath and feel the fear of the rest of their lives.
