"This is too painful, bah!"
The medicine hadn't been taken into the mouth yet. Han Dongwen just smelled it and felt a little nauseous.
Little Hongdou naturally didn't know what to say, so she just grabbed the corner of her clothes and lowered her head.
"What kind of medicine is this?"
he muttered.
"Tiger...Tiger Heart Soup, Your Highness."
Thinking she was asking herself, Xiao Hongdou answered subconsciously.
Han Dongwen frowned and put down the medicine bowl in his hand.
In "Que Yin", he did not remember that there was a recovery item with this name.
The potions and other items circulated by NPCs in the game and can be purchased at any time are very rudimentary. When players gradually advance, almost all materials are circulated among players.
That is, players who like to delve into production acquire materials from the market, and then create potions, amulets, scrolls, and even skill cards according to relevant production methods.
This has completely eliminated the demand for low-efficiency potions sold by NPCs, and has even become a meme. When mocking the poor production skills of players, they will say, your thing is worse than a blood-removing powder/rejuvenation pill.
There are many uses for stems. Even if Han Dongwen has not specialized in production before, he still remembers what kind of medicinal materials the NPC can sell.
He had never heard of tiger heart soup.
"What exactly does this medicine do?"
Hearing his question, Xiao Hongdou immediately remembered the knowledge she learned in Yingchun Palace.
His Highness has that kind of hobby that ordinary people can't sustain. Because of such indulgence, it hurts the spiritual energy in the body, leads to physical weakness, and also leads to the root cause of disease.
That is, it is empty.
However, the body was weak but the heart was not. Under the edict of King Wen, the imperial doctor studied for several years and burned and ground the bones of tigers from Bailan Mountain in the north into powder, then fried them with Yangyan flowers and Zuoxiu Teng to create this "tiger flavor". "Heart Soup" is what Han Dongwen drinks almost every day.
Xiao Hongdou carefully told Han Dongwen the origin of the tiger heart soup, and he immediately felt his teeth were a little sore.
this
Isn't this a fucking aphrodisiac?
I have become a sick man, and I have become such a diseased seedling. How dare I drink the aphrodisiac as water?
Han Dongwen bit his lip: "I'll just let it cool before drinking."
If one needs to find one's foothold as soon as possible politically in order to survive, then the most basic thing physically is to stop this absurd life.
Abstinence!
Go to bed early and get up early and exercise!
Han Dongwen secretly made such a determination, and suddenly asked Xiao Hongdou as if he remembered something: "It's almost noon, why is the decoction delivered at this time?"
Xiao Hongdou just blinked: "Usually... His Highness usually gets up at this time. Today, it's a little earlier today. The pharmacy must not know..."
I see.
Han Dongwen nodded: "Do you remember what I did after I got up yesterday?"
Although Xiao Hongdou was not on duty yesterday, all the maids need to review His Highness's daily routine.
Yesterday he played with flowers and birds, but today it is not easy to suggest him to go to the garden.
Yesterday he played with fish and insects, but today he cannot propose lakes and ponds.
"Your Highness, you got up yesterday and went to Empress Hanqing's Chiya Palace. You stayed there until the evening. After the dinner, Mr. Wen from Taishu Pavilion asked to see you. According to your instructions, Mr. Wen was not welcomed into the palace. After nightfall, You asked Empress Hanqing to attend your bed again, and that's it for just one day."
Although Xiao Hongdou spoke very carefully, Han Dongwen probably only understood one thing.
He fell in love with Hanqing for the whole day yesterday!
"Really, even if she is so beautiful, she is not..."
Halfway through talking to himself, Han Dongwen lost his confidence.
Hanqing is not so much beautiful as it is a work of art.
Being able to summon such a work of art and use it immediately is not without the possibility of addiction.
"That Master Wen is..."
Xiao Hongdou glanced at him and took over the words: "Your Highness, Lord Wen came to His Highness to discuss the matter of 'appealing to the Immortal Code during the New Year'. Yesterday, he specifically asked the maid the next day to remind His Highness."
Please invite the fairy for the new year.
This was probably the only time when Han Dongwen was still remembered by the ministers, and then they went to the harem to look for him with curses.
Only in this ceremony, no matter who is behind the scenes, Han Dongwen still needs to stand up.
Because it is the time for people to meet the saints during the New Year.
Every year at the New Year's Eve, the king of Simeng should meet with all the people and take the lead in the New Year's Eve. He should ask the fairies to protect Simeng and pray that the fairies 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 becomes white, marking the beginning of the new year.
But King Wen almost always showed up casually and never took it seriously.
Even such a plague king has to show up once, just because in front of the people, there must always be an emperor, even if it is a puppet.
"Please welcome the immortal on the occasion of the New Year...Master Wen..."
Han Dongwen muttered, and suddenly his eyes moved: "Wen Yongxing from Taishu Pavilion?!"
Little Red Bean nodded doubtfully.
Han Dongwen clenched his fists and his shoulders trembled slightly with excitement.
Are you excited because Wen Yongxing is a loyal minister and can he regain power for him and take charge of the country?
No.
I was excited because Han Dongwen thought of what actions to perform at the New Year's Eve Ceremony?
Not really.
Han Dongwen bit his lip, trying his best to make his thoughts invisible.
Wen Yongxing was the elder of Taishuge Pavilion, but he had no position in the Simeng Kingdom. Taishuge was a secretarial agency 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 for this reason that such a troublesome and insignificant matter as asking for the Immortal Code during the New Year was left to Taishu Pavilion to follow up.
Han Dongwen didn't read the plot seriously and often skipped it after reading the synopsis, but he remembered Wen Yongxing very clearly.
There is no other reason, just because if you are a player whose character was created in Simeng, you must have seen this Lord Wen Yongxingwen.
Wen Yongxing died at the very beginning of the game!
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Outside the palace, please visit Sendai.
It's night, it's New Year.
Thousands of people have already crowded the square, and soldiers holding halberds separate the vast crowd of people from the outside of the Immortal Invitation Platform.
There are a total of 360 steps from the Hanging Sun Gate of the palace to the Immortal Platform.
During these three hundred and sixty steps, there were already soldiers standing on both sides. On the left side, they were wearing the blue armor of the National Law Department, and on the right side, they were wearing the black iron armor and red robe of the National Military Department.
There are ten people in each room, and there is one more masked soldier wearing a silver dragon helmet, but he has no weapon in his hand, just holding a bright lantern.
How solemn.
After a while, as if a candle had been lit in the grain pile, the crowds of people suddenly became agitated.
"emperor!"
"I'm coming!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Corresponding to this noise was the sound of all the soldiers hammering the ends of their halberds on the ground almost in unison.
After a few sounds, the noise disappeared in the night sky, leaving only the sound of metal and stone hitting each other.
Lord Wen walked out of the Xuanri Gate amidst the thunderous sound of his halberd.
"The wish of a prosperous life, the emperor invites immortals——"
Lord Plague held incense and bowed in all directions. Standing next to him was an old bachelor with gray hair, combed and ironed, and wearing a plain scholar's robe.
The person who performed the ceremony with a strong voice was none other than the master of Taishu Pavilion, Wen Yongxing.
After the incense was burned, the emperor was supposed to be delivering a speech to the people, but when he saw Lord Wen himself, he just stood on the platform and waved, then turned around and walked away.
Wen Yongxing, who was standing beside him, kept his face unchanged, lowered his eyes, and sighed slightly in a voice that was almost inaudible to others.
Immediately, he stood on Sendai.
"In the honor of the Emperor Simeng, Xiaoxian Xianxian Shu Emperor Dongwen, Wen Yongxing, the master of Taishu Pavilion, invites the Immortal on his behalf. All people should make a wish together and pray to the Immortal to bless our country, Simeng, for prosperity and long-term peace and stability!"
Wen Yongxing tried his best to stand upright with his already somewhat old and stiff body, and shouted loudly towards the golden disk in front of him.
As soon as this "spiritual sound disk" spread, all the people in the square heard it clearly, and they all lowered their hands and made the gesture of offering incense quietly and neatly.
At this time, King Wen had already returned to the palace from the Xuanri Gate and headed towards his beloved harem.
However, the picture changes.
In the moonlit night sky with sparse stars, a golden beam of light suddenly descended, shrouding Wen Yongxing on the Immortal Platform!
Soldiers, soldiers, civilians and officials all couldn't help but look up at the dazzling beam of light.
I saw Wen Yongxing's body rising slowly as if he had lost gravity, his hands waving in the air helplessly, and the beam of light became brighter and brighter. In an instant that was almost as dazzling as the brilliance of the scorching sun, " "Shua" sound suddenly disappeared.
Wen Yongxing, the master of Taishu Pavilion, also disappeared into the night sky.
At the same time, almost thousands of pillars of light fell from the sky all over the country.
Deep forests, small villages, fishing ports, mines...
The beams of light from all over the country turned this vast land into a kingdom of daylight in an instant!
moment.
The light immediately dissipated.
Where the light dissipates, if there are people around to watch, they will definitely notice in surprise - from that place of light, people actually walked out.
Either male or female, tall or short.
They looked at the surrounding scenery and buildings with novelty, ran and jumped energetically, and roared with passion.
The people of Simeng call these people who descend from the sky "strangers" just because they come from the sky, but they don't look like immortals.
The story of Simeng Kingdom in "Queyin" begins from this.
Han Dongwen and Han Yang themselves were once among these strangers.
