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Could it be that he was hanged again?
Qin Song opened his eyes,
He saw the top of the bed, which was carved with exquisite patterns,
And layers of bed curtains. He was lying on the bed refreshed. His wounds had been treated,
His body had also been washed,
Even his hair emitted the fragrance of locust.
If he didn't count his wrists that were chained to the head of the bed,
This treatment was not bad.
"Young Master, you're awake?" A petite girl with a round face and big eyes came in with a bowl of medicine. She smiled and said, "The doctor also said that he would wake up around this time, so this servant went to boil the medicine. Oh right,
Young master can call this servant Little Peach. "
She put down the medicine bowl,
She raised Qin Song's head and said, "Young Master had a fever last night,
This is the medicine prescribed by the doctor. Come,
This servant will feed you. "
It was now the cold of spring,
Qin Song had been tormented for so long in a single layer of clothes,
He had even been splashed with water a few times. It would be strange if he wasn't sick,
He frowned and asked, "Where is this place?"
Little Peach said in surprise, "This is the palace. Young Master, don't you know? Yes, Young Master was sick yesterday,
You were dizzy... "
She smiled sweetly and said, "Yesterday, the king personally arranged for you, Young Master,
Please treat your injuries... this servant has been here for three to four years,
I have never seen the king so attentive to anyone! "
Qin Song didn't comment. He drank two mouthfuls from Little Peach's hand and frowned. She fed him two mouthfuls with a small spoon, and she still had to wipe the corner of his mouth. How long was she going to feed him? He would rather be held by the neck and forced to drink this kind of medicine.
Just as he was about to ask for another method, Little Peach, who saw his frown, her eyes were already red. She said in panic, "I, I'm sorry, it's all this servant's fault, this servant..."
Before she could finish speaking, a chuckle came from outside the door, with a hint of doting, "What, you just woke up and you're already throwing a tantrum?"
Qin Song suddenly felt his hair stand on end.
Qin Yue, dressed in a black robe, pushed open the door and entered. He sat beside his bed and said, "Do you want me to feed you personally?"
Qin Song pulled the iron chain on his wrist and said with a faint smile, "I prefer to drink it myself."
Qin Yue picked up the bowl of medicine and stirred it gently. He said softly, "People should be content with what they have, don't you think so?"
Qin Song was speechless. When Qin Yue offered him the spoon, he opened his mouth and took it. He wanted to see if he would get impatient from drinking or if Qin Yue would get impatient from feeding him first.
Qin Yue had never taken care of anyone in his entire life. After feeding him three or four times, he saw that the medicine in the bowl only dropped a little bit. He was a little irritated, but when he saw that the young man was calm and unruffled, as if he had expected him to be like this, he snorted coldly and continued.
The two of them didn't say a word and drank the bowl of medicine as if they were competing with each other. Qin Song didn't have any taste in his mouth, and Qin Yue also felt that the hand holding the small spoon had stiffened.
Little Peach was the only one who stared blankly. The king treats my young master so well!
When he finally finished drinking, Qin Song let out a sigh of relief. But when he turned around, he saw Qin Yue reaching out to wipe the corner of his mouth. He turned his head away in disgust.
"Are you still angry?" Qin Yue smiled good-naturedly and raised his chin. "I dipped it in the medicine."
He couldn't count on Qin Song's hand and didn't want to trouble Qin Yue, so he simply stuck out the tip of his tongue and gently licked it.
The action of sticking out one's tongue wasn't something that looked good for everyone. Children sticking out their little tongues were extremely cute, but if it was a thick and wide tongue, it would only make people lose their appetite.
But the youth's tongue was thin and small, and its color was pink and tender. When it deftly licked the tender and soft lips, it left behind an enticing luster … Qin Yue suddenly felt that his breathing was somewhat irregular.
Qin Song turned his face and turned his wound, which was covered by a thin layer of gauze, towards Qin Yue. If he didn't know his own limits, he would have kicked him. How could there be such a beast in the world who would be in heat at any time and place?!
Didn't they say that he collected all kinds of beauties in the palace? Why did he look like he would be in heat at the sight of a sow?!
Qin Yue frowned and took the tea that Little Peach offered. He slowly drank it and said, "This humble one has asked a godly doctor to take a look at your injury. Although I don't dare to say that it will completely disappear, it won't be a problem to treat most of it. It's just that when the medicine is applied, it's difficult to endure the numbness and itchiness. I'm afraid that you'll accidentally touch it, so I'm temporarily restricting your movements. When you're better, I'll let you go. Don't think too much. "
How could Qin Song not hear the threat in Qin Yue's words?
The injury on his face couldn't protect him for a lifetime. Even if it couldn't be cured, as long as he appeared in front of people alive and kicking, this matter would naturally be considered over. As for what would happen in the future, wasn't it still up to Qin Yue to decide? Not to mention anything else, if he was placed in the palace like this and pretended to dote on him, who would believe that he was innocent? The scholars of the world would no longer see him as one of their own. In the future, no matter what Qin Yue did to him, no one would stand up for him.
Qin Song sneered and said, "Your Majesty is so busy every day, yet you still have to worry about the insignificant injury of a foreign official. It's really hard on you."
You're the emperor of the most powerful country in the world, yet you've wronged yourself to put on a gentle and leisurely act just to frame me, a follower of a country's hostage who has no weight to the world. You really have too much time on your hands.
Because of the scene in prison, no matter what he said, Qin Yue would always first think about it in his mind. He almost immediately understood what he meant, and his expression became slightly serious. Recently, he seemed to have put too much thought into this young man, and he didn't have the mood to amuse himself like he did in the past.
Seeing this, Qin Song smiled faintly and said, "I don't know if Your Majesty has ever heard of a saying — if you tell a lie a thousand times, even you will believe it to be true. Your Majesty, you must not overdo your acting and become a joke."
Qin Yue said, "I'm willing to act with you. Shouldn't you be ecstatic?"
Wasn't this the reason why they, the so-called hostages, traveled thousands of li to Western Qin?
Qin Song also couldn't understand why he would suddenly run to Daqin. He pursed his lips and didn't say anything else.
Qin Yue stood up and said, "I still have government affairs. I'll come see you tomorrow."
He then said, "If there's anything you want to eat or play, just say it. Even if the palace doesn't have it, I'll send someone to find it for you outside."
Qin Song didn't reply, and Qin Yue didn't care. He turned and left.
After sending off Qin Yue, Little Peach patted her chest and finally felt alive. She said enviously, "Young master, the king is really good to you. Please don't be angry with the king anymore …"
Qin Song's face darkened and he didn't say anything. Little Peach hurriedly closed her mouth and said, "This servant will bring you some porridge."
*****
Qin Yue, who said he would come tomorrow, didn't show up for several days. Qin Song was happy with the peace and quiet. He ordered Little Peach to find some miscellaneous books for him to read. However, the iron chain around his wrist was too tight, so he could only sit and lie down and let Little Peach help him flip through the books. Qin Song became impatient after reading for half an hour. He asked Little Peach to help him find someone who could read.
Little Peach hesitated for a long time before she gathered her courage and reported it. Someone who could read would be an amazing person. How could they possibly read to someone, especially someone of such status?
However, Qin Yue's words still counted. Not long after, he really sent a maid who could read. However, the maid's voice was gentle and calm. Qin Song often fell asleep while listening to her.
Qin Song's sleep quality was very poor. He didn't know what medicine Qin Yue gave him, but his wounds felt like they were being gnawed by ants. He could endure it when he was awake, but when he fell asleep, he felt unbearably itchy all over his body.
It was also because he acted too naturally during the day. If Little Peach and Little Peach hadn't seen him frown and bite his lips in pain when he slept, they would have thought that the Divine Physician's words were exaggerated.
That day, Qin Song was drowsy from listening to a travelogue when Little Peach happily came in to report, "Young master, someone has come to see you!"
Qin Song was slightly stunned. Then, he heard a familiar voice from outside. The voice was warm and genial, "Qin Song, Her Highness and I have come to see you!"
When the two words "Her Highness" entered his ears, Qin Song felt his heart beating uncontrollably. He subconsciously got up, but was pulled back by the iron chain.
Qiu Yun lifted the curtain and saw his sorry appearance. Her heart ached. She lowered her head and pretended not to see, moving to the side to let the person behind her enter first.
Qin Song was completely unaware. He looked at the person who entered the room, "Your Highness …"
Yi An was dressed in a white robe. Her skin was like jade, her facial features were exquisite, and her temperament was cold to the point of being piercingly cold. After entering the room, she nodded and sat down on a chair in front of the bed. Her gaze swept over the iron chain in Qin Song's hands, and she said, "The King Of Qin said that it is convenient to extend medical treatment in the palace. Once you have recovered, you will be released back to the hostage residence … You can rest at ease and recuperate first!"
Qin Song nodded and let Little Peach and the others wait outside. They chatted for a while. Qiu Yun hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I heard that the injury on your face was caused by yourself …"
Qin Song replied with a hum.
Qiu Yun's lips moved slightly, but in the end, it turned into a sigh.
It was said that everyone had their own aspirations. In this world, there were people who were willing to endure humiliation to protect their country, and there were also people who would rather die than be humiliated … Who could say that someone's choice was wrong?
He and Her Highness had suffered all kinds of humiliation, but looking at the King Of Qin's seemingly doting but actually disrespectful attitude, who would dare to say that they would compromise just because they were wronged?
Qin Song had suffered torture and disfigured himself, but wasn't he still locked up in the harem? Who would dare to say that he would rather die than submit?
The room fell silent for a moment. After a moment, Yi An said, "When this matter is over, you can return to Da Chu. I will report to Father in advance."
Qin Song raised his head in shock, "Your Highness, I …"
He didn't know why, but he felt as if his whole person had been split in half. On one hand, his reason told him that it was right for him to return, and that it was the best for everyone, but on the other hand, there seemed to be a voice desperately screaming in his heart: What will happen to Her Highness if I leave? How can I leave her alone in this dangerous place to be bullied?
Yi An interrupted him, "It's decided. You don't need to say anything … Qin Song, you are not suitable to stay here."
He then said, "Rest well and recover. We will come to see you in a few days."
He got up and walked out.
Perhaps when Qin Song rose up to resist, they were no longer on the same side, and there was not much to say to each other.
In front of him, what kind of attitude should he show? Angry at him for not seeing the big picture? Admiring him for not submitting to death? Or disliking him for being dirty and cowardly?
"Your Highness!" Qin Song called out to the two people who were about to leave, and said with a bitter smile, "Your Highness, do you really think that what we are doing is meaningful?"
Yi An's hand that was about to lift the curtain stopped, but he didn't turn around.
Qin Song said, "We came to Daqin because we didn't want to go to war. But are we really the ones who are afraid of war now?"
Yi An's breath quickened. Qin Song continued, "People need to digest what they eat, and it is the same for a country … Daqin destroyed three countries, and the people of those three countries have not surrendered yet. The place is not peaceful yet, and they need to guard against the Northern Qi taking the opportunity to invade the south … Daqin seems to be at its peak now, but in fact, it is at its weakest. Shouldn't they be the ones who are afraid of war now?"
"The King Of Qin can destroy three countries in one breath. How can he be a mediocre person? Who knows if he is pretending to be addicted to war to stall for time? When he stabilizes his territory, he will kill us all in one fell swoop?" Qin Song said, "Your Highness, we are entangled with the King Of Qin here. Are we entangled with him, or is he entangled with us …"
"Shut up! Shut up! " Yi An shouted. His chest rose and fell violently, and his hand holding the curtain trembled slightly. After a while, he gradually calmed down and lifted the curtain without saying a word.
"Your Highness …" Qin Song just said "Your Highness", but he heard a salute to Qin Yue from outside the door, so he silently shut his mouth.
He sighed in his heart and began to pay attention to the situation at the moment. Facing a world of nothingness, he should be terrified and unfamiliar, but Linno felt safe and comfortable, as if he was a baby who had returned to his mother's womb. No, he felt even more comfortable and safe than that. It was as if this world was an extension of his hands, his feet, and his spirit.
This place belonged to him, and this feeling was so clear.
He wanted to open his eyes and look around, but he found that he had no eyes to open.
Where is "me"? Where am I? What happened to me?
As soon as this thought came to his mind, he felt a strange energy gathering towards "him" in the void. Linno was enlightened, and he drew his own appearance in his mind. The next moment, Linno, who was dressed in white, opened his eyes and saw endless darkness.
Linno realized something, and for a moment, his childlike innocence was aroused. "There must be light."
The endless darkness in front of him turned into a milky white.
It was so monotonous, and he did not like the feeling of floating in the air without anything to rely on.
"Ground." Following his thoughts, green grass spread out from under his feet.
Linno floated forward and said, "Gravity."
"Air."
"Wind."
"…"
Linno felt that something was missing when he created green mountains and clear waters, and a peach forest. His surroundings were lifeless and lifeless. He thought for a while and said, "Time."
The strange energy that he had always controlled did not respond. Instead, a feeling of powerlessness arose in his heart. Linno understood: insufficient energy.
Linno felt a little regretful, and then he suddenly remembered: Why didn't that annoying System come out to make its presence known? Shouldn't this be its territory? No, that's not right. This should be Linno's territory.
This was his. Everything here was his — Linno was very sure of this.
As soon as he thought of the System, the System's voice came, but it did not sound directly in his sea of consciousness as usual. Instead, it transmitted information through the surrounding energy, and its tone was somewhat aggrieved. "This is your world. Without your permission, how could I come in? Why did you only think of me now? "
"My world?" Although he had this kind of understanding, what Linno did not understand was, how did this world of his appear?
The System's voice came after a while, and it sounded sullen, as if it was angry with someone. "Consider it … a mission reward!"
Linno made an "oh" sound, and no longer said anything. He strolled in the peach forest. A world without the law of time was like a frozen painting. No matter how beautiful it was, it lacked some vitality.
He did not believe the System's words at all.
This was his. It was born because of him. No one could give it to him, and no one could take it away from him. However, he was too lazy to talk to the System, and too lazy to refute it.
The System did not wait for him to speak for a long time, and could only ask again. "You don't have anything to ask?"
Linno said, "Go ahead." Just say whatever you want to say.
"… Then let me in first," said the System. "It's tiring to talk like this."
Linno responded, and saw an extremely ugly animal take shape in front of him. Linno chuckled. "So it's the Bei! It's really as ugly as I thought. "
The Bei was furious. "I don't have a specific appearance. This is your world. Of course, I'll look whatever you want me to look like … You made me look like this, and you say I'm ugly?"
Although the System looked like this in Linno's mind, he did not want to hurt his eyes. So he turned it into a rebellious little boy with an afro, and made a table and chair on the ground. He sat down and said, "Can you talk now?"
The System's face was sour. It sat down in front of him and said angrily, "I need to give you some general knowledge first! I'm a world management system. I'm responsible for looking after the various worlds created by my master. My master is a very powerful deity. Every deity has their own energy system. The source of my master's power is the worlds he creates. My master creates worlds, and then the creatures in those worlds give him power. The more worlds my master has, the more powerful his power is. And you, are a creature in my master's world. So it's your duty to protect my master's interests. "
Linno made an "oh" sound, and did not comment.
"In order to become more powerful, my master will try to create as many new worlds as possible. But creating worlds is a very troublesome thing," said the System. "So my master built an automatic world creation program. This program will automatically collect information and calculate what kind of world it should create. Then, it will collect the thoughts of all living beings and choose a suitable world to condense. "
"What does that mean?" What does it mean by collecting the thoughts of all living beings?
The System rolled its eyes and said, "You don't even know this. It's just creating a real world from novels and TV shows that have more readers."
Linno nodded. "And then?"
The System said gloomily, "Originally, this program had been doing quite well. But recently, there have been some problems. Let's give an example. Some time ago, the world creation program chose a Jinjiang novel to create a world. It ran until the end of the novel, and everything was normal. Then, the program slowly stopped affecting the world, leaving only a trace of monitoring power. By right, there should be no problems at all. But at this time, the author added an irresponsible joke — Little Shou gave birth to three children in five years! "
"According to the settings of this world, Little Shou lived in an environment where his school organized a physical examination every year since he was young. Who knows how many ultrasound scans he had done. How could he create a uterus out of thin air? Also, a man's pelvis is different from a woman's. Shouldn't a cesarean section be needed to give birth? A cesarean section can only give birth after four years. How could he give birth to three children in five years? "
"And then?"
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