Yan Mohan was angry with Qin Buyao's attitude, and his heart was full of anger.
How could this woman be able to laugh so happily after being abused? Does she know how important a woman's chastity is? Or does she really not care at all
What she meant, she still planned to keep it a secret from Yan Han, even if she put a green hat on the other side, she didn't feel any guilt at all
Is she so shameless
She really is a born slut!
And he actually had such a trace of compassion for this woman!
The next day, the head of the big house, Wang Gonggong, personally brought a bowl of medicine to Nanxun.
She would drink this medicine these days, and she knew it was Bizi Tang.
Every time women in the harem were favored by the emperor, they would take Bizi soup the next morning, and Yan Mohan would not allow anyone to conceive a child.
Other women may not understand the emperor's thoughts, but Nan Xun is very clear, because he is not humane, it is only his shadow guard who favors his concubines, and he is proud of this group of women who are vying for favor.
However, this time, Nan Xun was drinking the medicine and felt that the taste of the medicine was very different from the previous few times.
Nan Xun hurriedly asked Xiaoba, "Is this really Bizi soup?"
Xiaoba said, "It's not Bizi soup, it's Juezi soup. Any woman who drinks this medicinal soup will never conceive a child in her life."
Nanxun: …
"Very good, Yan Mohan is cruel enough." Nan Xun's eyes drooped slightly, and he drank the bowl of medicine cleanly.
Seeing her drinking so crisply, Eunuch Wang couldn't help sighing. He had seen too many old fritters in his palace. He just hoped that the emperor would not regret what happened today.
Nan Xun patted his stomach and looked at the prince with a smile, "The prince has run away, please tell the emperor that I will never be able to conceive his child in my whole life, even without this soup, I would I'll figure it out myself."
The prince gave her a subtle look, what if Qin Meiren knew that she was not drinking Bizi soup, but Juezi soup
This harem woman, if she can't give birth to a dragon child, her life will be useless.
The prince looked at Qin Meiren's beautiful face, and really couldn't understand why the emperor hated him so much. He knew people best, and he could see that Qin Meiren was a man of temperament, much more outspoken than the women in the harem.
The most precious thing in the harem is this honesty.
After the prince left, what Nan Xun should do, he still had the mind to write and draw on it with a pen and paper.
Cuihuan leaned over and looked at it for a long time, but couldn't really see why.
Nan Xun is not afraid of her seeing it. Although Cuihuan has good martial arts, she doesn't know a single word.
"Miss, what are you writing?"
Nan Xun touched her head and said with a smile, "I'm making up a story, just a storybook."
"Miss, you are really interested."
Nan Xun smiled without saying a word, and neatly folded the wad of paper that had been written.
When it got dark, Nan Xun supported Cuihuan to the outer hall, and then took out the thick stack of paper written in the daytime.
Nan Xun bit the tip of his finger and drew a complicated character on the paper.
Xiao Ba looked at Nan Xun's movements and said timidly, "You, what are you doing?"
Nan Xun said leisurely: "I asked you earlier if you could sneak into the big boss's dream and create a dream, but you said no."
Xiaoba: "I'm not a dream weaver, of course I don't have the ability to create dreams!"
"What is the Dreamweaver?" Nan Xun asked curiously.
Xiaoba: "It's a kind of spirit beast that looks like a pig and can dream. But what are you, what are you doing?"
Nan Xun snorted, "Painting the formation method, can't you see it? Since you can't help me, I can only find a way by myself. Yan Mohan's hatred for Qin Buyao is like a maggot on a tarsal bone, and it will eat it forever. His flesh and blood, if the maggots cannot be removed, the evil thoughts will never be eliminated."
Xiao Ba said in surprise: "How do you want to get rid of this tarsal maggot?"
The corner of Nan Xun's mouth curved slightly, "Xiao Ba, have you forgotten something? I used to be a drunken lixuan. I have all the magic tricks of the beast-controlling clan in my mind, one of which is the creation of magic. Dream."
Xiao Ba suddenly realized, "I see! This thick stack of paper is full of stories you made up, about the big boss's previous life."
Nan Xun nodded, and then dipped his fingers in tea to write and draw on the table, "This is a gathering spirit formation. The spiritual energy in this world is very thin. Only by gathering the spiritual energy here can I perform the dream-making technique well."
"Darling, you are very involved in the play, and everything you say has a strong ancient flavor." Xiaoba said, suddenly remembering something, Xiaoba snorted, "No, this is not a world of comprehension rich in spiritual energy, you If you use sorcery casually like this, you will lose your life!"
Nan Xun didn't care, "Fuck it, I will leave sooner or later when I finish the task. When I leave, I will die. Why do I want that long life?"
Hachi: …
Oh yes, it almost forgot, the original Qin Buyao was killed by the tyrant long ago, and the death was tragic, it just overdid Qin Buyao and requisitioned her body, although Nanxun is now in Qin Buyao's body. , but it is only this body that loses life.
"Xiao Ba, lend me a little spiritual energy, the spiritual energy gathered by this spirit gathering array is still not enough."
Xiao Ba snorted and quickly replied: "There are no doors!"
"Little eight, after I get rid of the bad thoughts, you can get the merit points. Think for yourself, is it the spiritual energy you hold in your pocket that is more important, or the merit points, eh?"
Xiao Ba immediately persuaded, and obediently distributed a little spiritual power out, and hummed in a low voice: "I can only give you so much, I still have to save my strength to break the void, otherwise how can I go to the next world? You say oh, if something goes wrong in the next world, don't blame me."
"Don't worry baby, I don't blame you."
"That's what you said. If something goes wrong, don't cry with me, hum."
With Xiaoba's help, the spiritual energy in the spirit gathering formation suddenly became much richer. Nan Xun set a piece of Yan Mohan's hair on fire, took the ashes and placed it in the dream-inducing formation drawn on the paper, and then drew the drawing to lead the way. The dream formation and the paper mixed with hair gray were rolled up and lit on a candle.
Nan Xun muttered some terms in her mouth, and when the stack of paper was all burnt, she wiped the sweat from her forehead and exhaled, "You're done, you'll know how effective this dream-making technique is by seeing Yanhan's reaction tomorrow. ."
On this day, Yan Mohan had a dream.
Every midnight dream, he would be awakened by the nightmare of the previous life, but this time was different, not a nightmare.
What he dreamed was something from a previous life, but something he had never seen with his own eyes.
His soul seemed to travel to the past, and then he saw Qin Buyao.