This was the anti-theft badge used to fight against the machine.
Don't worry, the girl who jumped will see the main text later!
Could it be that he was killed again?
Qin Song opened his eyes.
He saw the bed ceiling, which was carved with exquisite patterns, and the layers of bed curtains. He was lying on the bed, clean and refreshed.
His wounds had been treated, and his body had been washed.
Even his hair emitted the fragrance of locust.
If his wrists weren't 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 entered the room 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. By the way, Young Master can call this servant Little Peach. "
She put down the bowl of medicine and raised Qin Song's head a little higher.
She 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 was tormented for so long in his unlined clothes, and he was even 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 last night.
You were dizzy … "
She smiled sweetly and said, "Yesterday, the king personally arranged for you, Young Master.
Please be sure to 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 medicine like this.
Just as he was about to ask for another method, Little Peach saw his frown and 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 light laugh 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. It deftly licked his tender and soft lips, leaving behind a seductive luster … Qin Yue suddenly felt that his breathing was a bit irregular.
Qin Song turned his face to Qin Yue to show his wound, which was covered by a thin layer of gauze. If he didn't know his place, he would've kicked him. How could there be such a beast in the world who would go into 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 go into 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 wound. 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 the medicine is extremely numb and itchy. 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 wound 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, wouldn't it be up to Qin Yue to decide? Not to mention anything else, if he were to put him in the palace like this and pretend to be doting 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 trivial injury of a foreign official. It's really hard on you."
You're the dignified ruler of the most powerful country in the world, yet you've wronged yourself to put on a gentle and leisurely play just to frame me, a follower of a country's hostage who has no weight to the world. You're so damn bored that your balls hurt.
Because of the scene in the prison, no matter what he said, Qin Yue had to first think about it in his mind. He almost immediately understood what he meant. 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, please don't overdo it and make yourself a laughingstock."
Qin Yue said, "I'm willing to play along with you. Shouldn't you be ecstatic?"
Wasn't this the reason they, the so-called hostages, traveled thousands of li to Western Qin?
Qin Song also didn'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 Qin Yue away, Little Peach patted her chest and finally felt alive. She said enviously, "Young master, the king is really good to you. Please don't fight 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 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, so he ordered Little Peach to find some miscellaneous books 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 was an amazing person. How could they read for 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, so Qin Song often fell asleep while listening.
Qin Song's sleep quality was very poor during this period of time. He didn't know what medicine Qin Yue had given him, but his wounds felt like they were being gnawed by many ants. When he was awake, he could still endure it, but when he fell asleep, he felt unbearably painful and 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 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 Qin Song's ears, he felt his heart beat uncontrollably and violently. He subconsciously got up, but was pulled down by the iron chain and fell back down.
Qiu Yun lifted the curtain and saw his sorry appearance. Her heart ached, but 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 door, "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 door, 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 … Rest well!"
Qin Song made a sound of agreement and let Little Peach and the others go outside to wait on her. 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 made a sound of agreement.
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 should 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 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 have to say anymore … 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? Should he be angry at him for not seeing the big picture? Should he admire him for not submitting to death? Or should he hate 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 now, are we really the ones who are afraid of war?"
Yi An's breathing became rapid. Qin Song continued, "People need to digest what they eat, and it is the same for countries … Daqin destroyed three countries, and the people of those three countries haven't given in yet. Their territories are not peaceful yet, and they need to guard against Northern Qi's invasion of 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, and when he stabilizes his territory, he will kill us all?" 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 the hand holding the curtain trembled slightly. After a while, it gradually calmed down, and he lifted the curtain and left without saying a word.
"Your …" Qin Song had just said "Your Highness" when he heard the greeting to Qin Yue from outside the door. He silently shut his mouth.
Whether it was love or hate, he didn't want to waste it on some irrelevant people.
Since he did owe it a favor this time, and it came to him to ask for it, he had to return the favor. He asked, "What do you want me to do?"
The System suddenly smiled, "Although I can't use the Seal of Samsara to draw living souls, some people have a strong obsession when they died, and can't be reincarnated for a while. I can take this opportunity to bring them here and throw them into the world that is about to be born … But only one person can be thrown into a world, and it can't be someone who is too important. As for who to choose and what mission to assign — you know, I'm not good at this … "It had tried a hundred thousand times, and only succeeded once, because the System ignored it.
"You're so humble." With your level, how could the words "not good" be enough to describe it? Linno asked, "You even assign missions … What rewards do you have to give to people?"
"Uh …" The System scratched its head, "Let them be human in their next life?"
So it didn't have anything to give, and was prepared to get something for nothing — because of his understanding of a certain System, Linno was not surprised by this answer.
Linno said, "You should find people who have the intention to travel or be reincarnated first!" Jiang Taigong was fishing, and those who were willing to take the bait would take. In this world, there were still many people who didn't want any rewards, and just wanted to be reincarnated.
A bamboo scroll appeared in the System's hand out of thin air. It handed it over and said, "This thing can illuminate the world. You can use it to check the information, or contact me."
"Your terminal?"
"Yes, you can say so." The System's figure gradually disappeared, "I'll go and fetch the souls."
*****
After a period of time, the System sat in front of Linno weakly, "Thirty-two transmigrators, eighteen reincarnated. Only two of them succeeded, the rest died."
"That's normal." Linno was reading a novel in the Book of Ten Thousand Ages. As he drank by himself, he said casually, "Whether it's reincarnation or transmigration, they won't be able to improve their abilities. Looking at this kind of novel, to succeed, most of them have a golden finger, or meet a benefactor. What's the use of just relying on a script? Moreover, the original male and female lead had the blessing of luck. Unless the reincarnated person originally had a great advantage, or they lost all their advantages because of their stupidity in their previous life, or they had accumulated enough wisdom before they were reincarnated, then there's a chance of success. As for transmigration, it's completely dependent on the transmigrator's ability. Just pick those who were born in a difficult environment, have a strong personality, and have outstanding abilities. Most importantly, you just need to give them a general mission. Don't add to the mess. "
The biggest advantage of reading a novel in the Book of Ten Thousand Ages was that the pages could be flipped with just a thought. It was convenient.
"But the success rate is still too low!"
Linno said calmly, "Anyway, that's all I can do — I'm not a real relationship expert. You can search according to this standard first, and then find a real expert to help you later. "
The System's eyes widened. "You're going to wash your hands of this?"
Linno lowered his head and continued reading the novel. He did not even look at it and said calmly, "How much of a friendship do you think we have?"
"You …" The System was furious. It raised its hand and wanted to take the Book of Ten Thousand Ages back from Linno's hand. However, it was afraid of angering him even more, so it did not dare to do so. It suppressed its anger and said, "How is it for me? You felt the power of creation from the two people who completed the mission, right? If you wash your hands of this, this will be gone! "
"Oh."
Linno flipped the pages in boredom. He had experienced too much in the past few years. The love and hate in the novel could not enter his heart.
He did feel the so-called power of creation. However, he also felt that even if he did nothing, his world was constantly improving itself. He really did not care about that weak power that was close to nothing.
"You only helped to come up with ideas and choose people. If you don't do much, you will naturally get less in return," the System said. "If you did it yourself …"
Linno finally looked up and said with a faint smile, "Are you trying to trick me into helping you with the mission?"
The System choked and said, "How is that a trick? I'm telling the truth …"
Linno lowered his head. "Not interested."
Seeing that he was unmoved, the System had no choice but to turn around and say, "You don't care about that little power of creation, but you don't care about the Huoer either?"
"Huoer?" Linno was stunned. "What about it?"
"Don't tell me you still don't know? You brought it here! "
"Hmm?"
Linno closed his eyes and began to search. Huoer was the Flame of Nirvana. If it did not actively release its power, no one in this world would be able to sense its existence. However, Linno had raised it for hundreds of years. Plus, this was his world. He quickly realized something was wrong. A formless, quiet flame appeared in his hand.
Linno frowned. Huoer was not transmitting any information.
"What's wrong with Huoer?"
"It's fine now," the System said. "The laws of time in your world are incomplete. Here, other than you and me, everything is in a stagnant state. Huoer is naturally the same. However, it's hard to say in the future. "
"What do you mean?"
The System said, "If you pay more attention, you should realize that the energy in your world is becoming thinner and thinner. Space is also shrinking. That's because the world is evolving its laws and consuming energy. Huoer is a part of your world. Its energy is also being absorbed. After a certain amount, it will slowly dissipate. If you want to protect it, you either have to bring it into another world or provide it with enough energy. "
Linno could tell that the System was telling the truth. He put Huoer into his forehead. He realized that he could not stop its energy from dissipating. After a moment of silence, he said, "I remember you said that because I don't have the Mark of Reincarnation, I can't reincarnate in your master's world."
In this world, he could be ruthless to anyone. However, Huoer was an exception. During his lowest years, Huoer was always by his side. It was also because of him that Huoer gained sentience. In his heart, Huoer was like his own child.
"Of course I have a way!" Seeing that Linno was finally moved, the System proudly said, "Although there's no way to reincarnate like a normal person, as long as you two come to an agreement, you can take over his life."
Linno said, "You already planned this?"
The System chuckled and said, "Open the world numbered Jinjiang * * * * * *."
The Book of Ten Thousand Ages was not an ordinary object. Linno thought about it and a story appeared in his mind. It was a bit like the male version of The Legend of Xi Shi.
It was a very melodramatic story.
It was said that it was an era of warlords fighting for hegemony. Western Qin rose to power and destroyed Han, Zhao, and Wei. Only Southern Chu and Northern Qi were left. Although Southern Chu was big, it was famous for its literary style. It was not outstanding in martial arts. The people of Southern Chu were fond of poetry, wine, and romance. Even men liked to be weak. As for the remaining two countries, Western Qin was sitting on the mighty pass and had destroyed three countries. It was an unstoppable period. Northern Qi's cavalry was valiant and did not fear any strong enemy.
With a fierce tiger by their side, Southern Chu was scared witless. In order to avoid being destroyed by Western Qin one day, they sent over their princess and a large number of "betrothal gifts" with trepidation, hoping to ease the crisis through marriage.
Western Qin's monarch accepted the princess graciously. However, he specifically asked Southern Chu to send the second prince, Yi 'an, as a hostage. He also asked Qin Song and Qiu Yun to serve as his subordinates. It should be known that Western Qin's monarch, Qin Yue, was the most masculine, and the second prince, Yi 'an, was the most handsome man in Southern Chu. Qin Song and Qiu Yun were famous scholars in Southern Chu and were known as the Twin Jade Annulus of Southern Chu. Not only did they have outstanding looks, but one of them was good at music and the other was good at poetry. Qin Song and Qiu Yun were not their real names. They were elegant nicknames given to them by the people of Southern Chu. Now that Qin Yue had specifically asked for these three, his motive was self-evident.
Although the people of Southern Chu felt unbearably ashamed, they also breathed a sigh of relief. They hastily packed up the three and sent them to Western Qin.
Qin Yue was truly a lecherous devil. That day, he had spent the night with Prince Yi An, and after that, they were extremely intimate. It was as if he was even tired of the state affairs.
Qin Yue was lecherous. Although Prince Yi An was exceptionally good-looking, he could not fully devote himself to him. He also wanted to enjoy Young Sir Qiu Yun and Qin Song Gongzi. Who knew that the one Qin Song liked was Yi An, so he refused and tactfully refused. However, was Qin Yue the type to have tender feelings for the fairer sex? He directly used force. Qin Song swore to die and stabbed Qin Yue as he struggled. Qin Yue was furious. First, he tortured him, and then he had the lowliest criminal slave humiliate him to death.
Qin Song's tragic death awoke Yi An and Qiu Yun, who were immersed in Qin Yue's affectionate facade. They quietly began to accumulate power, weaved information networks, gathered connections, and raised men of sacrifice. Then, on a dark and windy night, Yi An escaped by faking his death under the cover of Qiu Yun.
Yi An was gone, so Qiu Yun was naturally unlucky. Qin Yue was furious, and he also had a whole new level of respect for Qiu Yun, who had always been gentle and weak in front of him. Unexpectedly, she had done so many things behind his back! Therefore, Qin Yue humiliated Qiu Yun in every possible way. However, he found that she was tenacious and unyielding. She was talented and intelligent, and she was as warm and moving as the winter sun. Therefore, he gradually fell in love with her.
Later, Yi An went to the three countries, which were occupied by Qin Yue, and gathered a lot of power. When Qin Yue was out on patrol, he surrounded his side palace. Naturally, he wanted to kill Qin Yue and save Qiu Yun. However, at this time, Qiu Yun suddenly found that she had fallen deeply in love with Qin Yue after experiencing many things with him!
Therefore, Yi An, who loved Qiu Yun deeply, retreated under Qiu Yun's pleading and threats. The ending was — HE.
This was the main text.
Then, it talked about the happy lives of Qin Yue, Qiu Yun, and Yi An more than ten years later.
Seeing that Linno had finished reading the message, the System sighed and said, "Western Qin was tyrannical. It was destroyed five years after the main text ended." Therefore, the creation of the world failed.
Linno nodded. It was not uncommon to start a war because of love, but to maintain peace because of love was too difficult.
"If the creation of the world succeeds, can I put the Huoer into that world?" He did not mind ruining this kind of plot.
The System shook its head. "Of course not. The level of that world is too low. It can't contain the Huoer. However, it can hide in your soul and absorb energy to grow. "
It then advised, "You have nothing to do anyway. If you go there, your soul will be strengthened and the Huoer will not dissipate. If it succeeds, you can even receive feedback from the world …"
Linno interrupted, "Is there no world that can directly contain the Huoer?"
The System said, "The level of the Huoer is very high. Are you willing to …"
Its tone changed. "Anyway, if there is such an opportunity, I will definitely tell you!"
Linno was silent for a moment before he said, "Who do I want to replace?"
The System knew that he agreed. It smiled and said, "Qin Song."
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