After living for nearly thirty years, she never believed in any gossip and superstition, and somehow she didn't have any doubts about this man's words.

"You mean to keep me as queen?"

"Of course, everything in the world has its own fixed number, and it is fate that you can come here." The man said, raising his mangled right hand to pick up the pieces on the table.

Looking at his terrifying right hand, which looked like a dried corpse, Feng Xi got up and wanted to leave.

"The Qing Lang beside you is not available, go to the Miscellaneous Division and ask Mu Yang to take over him."

A man's voice sounded behind him, Feng Xi paused and left without hesitation.

The stomach began to sing the empty city plan, Feng Xi sighed helplessly, people eat grains, and of course they are hungry after tossing for so long.

Looking left and right, looking at a number of palace maids waiting on the side, Feng Xi spoke.

"I'm hungry."

"Slave maid, let's go pass the meal!" One of the palace maids saluted Feng Xi and then went out.

Feng Xi looked at the luxurious but dim decoration in the dormitory, she didn't like too gloomy colors, and thought about how to decorate it.

It didn't take long for Qing Yan to walk in with the palace maids who couldn't see the end at a glance. Each of them held a golden tung wood food box in their hands, and each of them placed the things in their hands on the table in an orderly manner, leaving half of them to stand behind Feng Xi to serve, and the rest of them retreated.

Looking at the mahogany table full of thirty or forty dishes on the table, Feng Xi resisted the urge to curse. Luxury, too extravagant, that is, only one bite of each dish, this circle can also kill her.

"Don't be so extravagant from now on." Feng Xi took the golden chopsticks and jade bowl handed over by Qing Yan and spoke.

"These are all dishes that Your Majesty is used to eating before, if Your Majesty is tired of the minions, he will send someone to change a few new dishes." Qing Yan bent over and spoke.

"Let's talk about the national teacher." Feng Xi opened his mouth while eating. Well, it tastes pretty good. In this dynasty, all the food is pollution-free and clean and healthy, and it is a gift from God to her that she came back to three or four thousand years to maintain her health.

"National teacher?" Qing Yan didn't understand what Feng Xi meant.

"Forget it, you go and call Mu Yang from the Miscellaneous Division." Feng Xi took a sip of tea, and then spoke.

The guy from the national teacher said that the clear arm is not available, maybe the matter of the hidden weapon in the former master's body has nothing to do with him.

Hearing Mu Yang's words, Qing Yan had a bad feeling, and under Feng Xi's gaze, he still went.

"Your Majesty......"

After the meal, Feng Xi was rinsing her mouth with tea, and an old man in his forties and fifties suddenly knelt at her feet, his eyes mixed with joy and excitement.

He should be Mu Yang in the mouth of the national teacher, looking at his excited appearance, Feng Xi made a mistake and swallowed the tea that rinsed his mouth.

"Get up and speak." Feng Xi handed the teacup in his hand to the palace maid, and then walked to Mu Yang's side.

"The old slave didn't expect to see His Majesty again in this life, so, the old slave has no regrets in this life and death!"

Mu Yang hugged Feng Xi's legs with a crying voice, and Feng Xi was quite helpless when she looked at him so 'enthusiastic'.

waved his hand to let all the people in the dormitory go down, and only their master and servant were left in the hall of Nuoda.

"From now on you will serve by my side." Feng Xi was originally reluctant, but looking at him, he should have a deep relationship with the original owner of this body, so he would do his best to her, and there was also the advice of the national teacher.

"The old slave will definitely serve Your Majesty well, serve Your Majesty well!" Mu Yang said, hugging Feng Xi's leg and kowtowing three times in a row.

Looking at the dim sky outside the window, Feng Xi's sleepiness swept over again, and saw the super big bed a few meters away opening her 'warm' arms.

"I'm going to rest." Feng Xi yawned and walked towards the big bed, what happened today was too sudden, she still had some difficulty digesting it for a while, it was better to rest.

Mu Yang listened to Feng Xi's words, lowered his head and took off his cumbersome and gorgeous coat for Feng Xi, and then went out.

Feng Xi originally thought that he had withdrawn, but as soon as she turned over, Mu Yang's wrinkled face appeared in front of her again.

"Which squire will Your Majesty call tonight?" Mu Yang smiled and spoke.

Just now, he was still excited and couldn't help himself, but now he is calm, this Mu Yang has really seen the world.

"Squire?" Feng Xi didn't understand these two words, but the word "waiter" is familiar to everyone in modern times.

"I'm tired, just sleep by myself." Feng Xi turned over and turned her back to Mu Yang.

Mu Yang listened, and was stunned for a long time before leaving with the subordinates behind him.

Just when Feng Xi was drowsy, she suddenly felt a pair of eyes staring directly at her behind her, so she moved her right hand and sat up quickly.

The national teacher lowered his head and looked at the dagger against his neck without changing his face, and there was no fear at all, but a light smile in the clouds.

"Your Majesty's temperament has suddenly changed drastically, and outsiders will have doubts about your identity."

"What do you mean, let me find someone to sleep with?" Seeing that it was him, Feng Xi took back the dagger and put it under the pillow.

"Of course, Your Majesty's old habits, you still have to try to imitate them."

"I don't know them, how can I sleep?" Feng Xi got out of bed barefoot, then sat on the small table next to him and poured him a cup of tea, and then drank another cup himself.

"In that case, only Hechen will do it for you." He walked to the opposite side of Feng Xi, raised his very frightened right hand, picked up the cup on the table and drank tea.

Feng Xi looked at his hand, shivered, and slept with him? If she wakes up in the middle of the night and sees such a terrifying hand beside her, it is estimated that she will have nightmares every night.

Still, Hechen, that's a good name. Although she hasn't read many books, she can still taste the word 'rhyme'.

"That, you don't have to do it for you." Feng Xi smiled and said with a haha.

"Your Majesty really likes the new and hates the old." Hechen looked at his right hand, still indifferent.

In the blink of an eye, the person in front of him disappeared, Feng Xi jumped up from the chair and looked around the dormitory, but he didn't see a corner of Hechen's clothes, could he not be able to 'witch art'?

Suddenly remembered the king of the 'Fengshen List' that he watched when he was a child, and Feng Xi actually felt like a god. Well, who called her an outsider?

"Someone." Feng Xi said towards the door.

The door opened.

"What does Your Majesty command?"

Feng Xi looked at Mu Yang who was waiting on the side, and didn't know how to speak.

"The ......"

"Your Majesty is going to summon someone to sleep?"

Before Feng Xi could speak, Mu Yang actually said a word.

"Yes." Feng Xi breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

Mu Yang slapped his face, and more than a dozen men dressed in cyan tulle walked in.

Feng Xi looked at the thin cloth on their bodies in a daze, and drank all the herbal tea in the tea cup.

Seeing that Feng Xi didn't speak, Mu Yang took the golden tray in the hands of the people behind him.

"Your Majesty wants to play the flop?" Mu Yang walked in with a tray with more than a dozen small gold medals inside.

"Flop?" Feng Xi didn't understand what it meant.

"Yes, if Your Majesty turns over any brand, the person on the gold medal will be served." Mu Yang explained briefly.

I didn't expect the ancient harem culture of flipping the brand to be advocated like this, Feng Xi couldn't help but admire in her heart.

looked at the dozen or so young men behind Mu Yang, some of them had cold sweat on their foreheads, some of them clenched their hands into fists, and some of them closed their eyes and looked like they were being slaughtered. So, she understood, they didn't want to.

"That, who used to serve me often?" Feng Xi thought for a moment and asked. She still doesn't want to mutilate these flowers of the motherland.

"This, there are only three servants left who served His Majesty before."

"Three, what about the rest?" From the word 'left' in Mu Yang's mouth, Feng Xi knew that there should be many men who had a skin-to-skin relationship with the original owner.

Mu Yang felt that something was wrong, so he waved his hand, and all the people retreated.

"They have not served Your Majesty well, and they have already died."

Ahem, Feng Xi almost choked on his own saliva, this ancient harem is really bloody, and if he doesn't sleep well, he even has to lose his head.

"Well, call one of them over." Feng Xi waved his hand, don't you just get some sleep, why is it so troublesome.

"Your Majesty, the slave misses Your Majesty so much!"

Feng Xi was depressed alone, and a man dressed in light blue light gauze rushed towards Feng Xi on the big bed after entering the door.

Feng Xi lifted Erlang's legs and looked at him. Well, this attitude is enthusiastic enough and unrestrained enough.

With handsome eyebrows and delicate thin lips, he looks as warm as jade, of course, throwing away his enthusiastic and unrestrained attitude.

Mo Ran threw herself directly into Feng Xi's arms, and then hugged her waist, which didn't have much flesh.

Mu Yang saw the scene on the bed and retreated with a smile.

Feng Xi pushed away the Mo Dye on his body and plunged into the bed.

"Sleep, I'm tired."

Feng Xi had just fallen down on the bed, and Mo Ran suddenly lay on top of her.

"Your Majesty, the servants will serve you and go to bed."

Mo Ran drew circles on Feng Xi's chest with one hand, ripped off his clothes with the other hand, revealing his smooth chest, and then lowered his head and was about to kiss Feng Xi's lips. However, she was avoided by Feng Xi, looking at such an enthusiastic man, how could she feel that she was at a loss.

"I'm tired, another day." Feng Xi thought about it and spoke.

The Mo Ran on his body silently got up from Feng Xi's body, and then lay quietly aside. The spices on his body didn't work against Feng Xi, and his expression was full of fear, so it seemed that Feng Xi was dissatisfied with him. When you close your eyes, you will think of the tragic death of all kinds of men in the harem, and your heart is full of fear, I wonder if he will end up with them tomorrow.

"Your Majesty...... I want to hug ......" Mo Ran said with the courage to speak, he wanted to live, even if he was insulted and tortured, he would force his face to please this woman with a smile.

The man was coquettish, and Feng Xi had a feeling of sour teeth.

turned over and held the man in his arms helplessly, and then found that she actually felt it.

She has never touched a man in her last life for nearly 30 years, and after graduating from college, she joined the army, and she has been in the army for ten years, and she has never even touched the hands of a gay man. Except, of course, physical contact with male compatriots during combat and training.

Recited the Pure Heart Mantra several times in her heart, which was an indispensable method for meditation during her mission.

When she woke up, it was already dark, Feng Xi quickly jumped out of bed, and then looked around for clothes.

"Your Majesty......" Mo Ran on the bed said aggrievedly.

Looking at the man on the bed, Feng Xi breathed a sigh of relief. How did she forget that this was ancient times, and now she doesn't have to get up early to train and won't be punished by her boss.

After washing, the palace maid trembled and combed Feng Xi's hair, looking at the superior appearance in the mirror, Feng Xi couldn't help but admire in her heart. This skin is really good, and she is simply different from the tomboy in the previous life.