What kind of person can answer any weird question, can chat with someone no matter how boring they are, and has the quality to never make fun of the other person?
Bu Qianqian is such a person.
The future girls of Yihonglou should be such people.
And wouldn't it be perfect for these women from Fengyue Field to be used to train the wandering gods of Unit-1?
Han Dongwen almost applauded for his wit!
"The spirit of this body should not move rashly, but can only speak."
Of course, the insurance must be good, otherwise if Unit-1 goes crazy, these girls will definitely not be able to stop it.
After completing this process and agreeing on the chat restrictions with the girls, they drew lots and sorted them. Han Dongwen himself could finally place his number with confidence and wait for a review early the next day.
For 70 or 80 people, it would take half a stick of incense for each person to spend most of the night.
However, compared to being able to continue making money, staying up late at night is not something that is too difficult for these girls to accept.
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The door is closed.
The girl who drew the first one looked at Unit 1 sitting on the chair in front of her with some trepidation, not knowing how to speak.
The young gentleman in white robe in front of him seemed to have changed as soon as he entered the room. He no longer had that funny and smooth look. Instead, he was sitting on the chair solemnly, as if he were a motionless wooden man.
"Gu... sir."
She sat down next to Unit 1 cautiously and turned her head as if she had made some determination.
"You look great today. Is there something good going on?"
She has used this opening sentence countless times. No matter whether the other person is young or old, they will naturally continue to talk.
After hearing this, Unit 1 looked at the girl and blinked:
"The Yuhua Building was smashed today, which shouldn't be a good thing for you."
"..."
The girl's heart skipped a beat. Isn't this a test? Why are you still mentioning this pot?
Unit No. 1 stared at her blankly, his body motionless.
"Master Gu's performance today is really heroic. If there is wine, the slave family should offer you a drink. How about we replace the wine with tea first?"
"I didn't do anything, I just killed one person."
Unit No. 1's tone was very calm, but the smile on the girl's face suddenly solidified.
this……
How can we keep talking about this kind of joke?
"Sir, are you joking? Could this matter really cause death today?" She forced a smile and gently held the handkerchief tighter.
"joke?"
As if hearing this word for the first time, Unit No. 1 showed a look of doubt on his face, and then said in a serious voice:
"I checked and found that his ribs were punctured and his liver and gallbladder were broken. He must be dead."
I can't talk anymore today.
The girl was stunned for a moment, stood up gently, said sorry, and walked out of the door.
The next person came in, sat down, and thought about how to open the topic.
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The night is not very long, and when you meet so many people, it always passes quickly.
In the dormitory, Xiao Hongdou, who had been ordered and arranged in advance, came very early. Her eyes were still a little sleepy. Although she had had many days of rest after returning to Simeng from West Asia, she still asked Mi Niangniang for a shift. Then he was busy working in the palace and moved back the many days of rest.
In this way, when her father comes to Siyang, as long as she reports in advance, she can still accompany her father to go shopping in the flower street.
Although it is still not far away from the palace, it is already good.
"Knock knock"
What she knocked on was not the door, but the carved bed beside Han Dongwen's feet.
Even if there was no one around, she couldn't push His Highness to wake up.
With this in mind, Han Dongwen didn't sleep deeply. He opened his eyes in a daze and saw the appearance of Little Hongdou.
"Yawn - oh, little red bean, it's you..."
He stretched out, raised his hands to prop himself up and sat up at the head of the bed. Xiao Hongdou quickly took the silk pillow on the footstool beside him and gently placed it behind Han Dongwen's back so that he could sit comfortably. He leaned back and brought out a tea bowl and a small silver basin.
In the tea bowl was tea that had been brewed before dawn and left to cool down. After His Highness woke up from bed, this tea was not for drinking. It was simply for gargling the mouth and clearing away the turbid air in the mouth. The silver basin was naturally used. Come and take the tea that you spit out.
There are two hot hand towels and two silk handkerchiefs already prepared on the small table on the other side, which are naturally used for wiping the face.
These should be the habits of King Wen. In order to maintain this persona, Han Dongwen has been enjoying it like this. Except for removing some too weird rules, the emperor's life is simply outstanding without lifting a finger.
"Did you sleep well? Do you want breakfast?"
Xiao Hongdou's smile always seemed to make people feel comfortable: "I'm going to ask the imperial kitchen to prepare it now."
"no, I'm fine."
Han Dongwen shook his head, took the hot towel held in Xiao Hongdou's hand and wiped his face: "I'll take a rest for a while, and you can stay in the dormitory without asking anyone to come in."
"OK."
Xiao Hongdou didn't understand the meaning of this. His Highness ordered him to wake him up early today. After he woke up, he had to sleep for a while?
But she always knew that what she had to do was not to figure out something, so she just nodded in agreement, and Han Dongwen closed his eyes with relief.
Xiao Hongdou packed up her things and looked through the window lattice to the east, which was still only a hint of whiteness, with a contented smile on her face.
Since returning from West Asia, she has felt more and more tired.
It's not that she has done more work, but that more and more people are looking for her in the Yingchun Palace. There are always so-called "sisters" whom she has never met before who come to talk to her, and even openly inquire about this trip to West Asia. Which empress your Highness preferred, some even directly sent her the best rouge and gouache that could not be bought in Flower Street, just saying that he wanted to make friends with her.
God knows where they bought their things from, and Xiao Hongdou naturally didn't accept them, just because she felt that she really had nothing to repay the other party, and she felt very uneasy.
Compared to this noisy environment, she felt most relaxed when doing things quietly.
"There's still one month left until the New Year's Eve invitation..."
She unconsciously murmured to herself: "When the time comes, I should be able to ask Mi Niangniang to change classes and write a letter to tell daddy first..."
The thought of meeting her father made Xiao Hongdou even happier. She had many things to tell her father. The rarest thing was naturally what she saw when she went to West Asia last time. The man with yellow hair, the red wine, and the sky was like goose feathers. I can talk about snow for a day or two without repeating it.
"Yes, I wonder how the little boy who was given the medicine last time by Concubine Chi is doing with his mother's illness..."
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Han Yingzong.
The girls have all rested, and the whole night of awkward chatting has come to a successful end. At this time, Han Dongwen is the only one left in the room, observing the effect of the training through the "memories" in his mind.
"Yes, Not Bad……"
When talking to the first few girls, Machine No. 1 can be said to be a Turing test elimination. If these girls hadn't agreed that Han Dongwen deliberately wrote incorrectly for the sake of selection, a lot of problems would have been exposed last night.
Especially the first one, even the matter of killing was discussed in great detail. How could he continue the conversation?
"There is no need to worry about being exposed this time. After all, even the leader of the alliance knows that it was me..."
Han Dongwen smiled to himself and continued to read. After passing a dozen or twenty people, it seemed that Unit 1 had slowly begun to wake up, and was actually able to complete some speeches that were not painful or itchy.
Suddenly his attention focused for a moment, and in the midst of his recollection, the figure of the number one Bu Qianqian appeared, and said with a smile: "Sir, many girls are talking about you tonight, saying that you are a weirdo."
Unit No. 1, which was already getting better, suddenly paused for a moment, and then muttered intermittently:
"I'm...not...a weirdo!"
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