"It's too bitter, bah!"

The medicine has not yet been consumed, Han Dongwen just smelled the smell, and he felt a little nauseous.

Little Red Bean naturally didn't know what to say, just grabbed the corner of his clothes and lowered his head.

"What kind of medicine is this?"

He muttered.

"Tiger ...... Tiger Heart Soup, Your Highness. ”

Thinking he was asking himself, Xiao Hongdou replied subconsciously.

Han Dongwen frowned and put down the medicine bowl in his hand.

In "But Yin", he doesn't remember any recovery props with that name.

Potions and other items that can be purchased at any time by NPCs in the game are very rudimentary, and when the player gradually progresses, almost all the materials are circulated between players.

That is, players who like to delve into production buy materials from the market, and then make potions, talismans, scrolls, and even skill cards according to the relevant production gameplay.

This makes the inefficient potions sold by NPCs completely undemanded, and even becomes a meme, when sarcastically producing players with poor skills, they will say, "You are not as good as a stasis/rejuvenation pill".

The use of stalks is varied, and even though Han Dongwen has not specialized in production before, he always remembers what kind of medicinal herbs NPCs can sell.

Tiger heart soup, he had never heard of it.

"What exactly does this medicine do?"

Hearing him ask, Xiao Hongdou immediately remembered the knowledge he had learned in the Spring Festival Palace.

This highness has that kind of hobby, which ordinary people can't support, and because of this indulgence, he hurt the aura in his body, causing his body to be weak and falling ill.

That is, it is empty.

However, the body is empty, but the heart is not, under the edict of the plague king, the imperial doctor studied for several years, and took the bones of the tiger in the northern Bailan Mountain to burn and crush them into powder, and fried them with Yang Yanhua and Zuo Niu Teng to make this "tiger heart soup", which Han Dongwen has to drink almost every day.

Xiao Hongdou carefully told Han Dongwen about the origin of this tiger heart soup, and he felt that his teeth were a little sour.

this

Isn't this a fucking aphrodisiac?

I'm all a plague king, and I've become such a sick seedling, and I dare to drink aphrodisiac as water?

Han Dongwen bit his lip: "I'll just let it cool down and drink it again." ”

If in order to survive, we need to find our place in politics as soon as possible, then the most basic thing in the body is to stop this absurd life.

Abstinence!

Go to bed early and wake up early and get fit!

Han Dongwen secretly made up his mind, and suddenly asked Xiao Hongdou as if he remembered something: "It's almost noon, why did you send the decoction medicine at this time?" ”

Little Red Bean only blinked: "Usually...... Usually His Highness also gets up at this time, today, it's a little early today, and the pharmacy must not know......"

I see.

Han Dongwen nodded: "Do you remember, why did I go after I got up yesterday?" ”

Although Xiao Hongdou was not on duty yesterday, His Highness's daily visit is something that all the maids need to review once.

Yesterday he played with flowers and birds, and today it is not good to advise him to go to the garden.

Yesterday he played with fish and insects, and today he can't propose a lake.

"Your Royal Highness, you got up yesterday and went to Hanqing Niangniang's Chiya Palace, stayed until the evening, after the dinner, Lord Wen of Taishu Pavilion asked to see you, according to your instructions did not welcome Lord Wen into the palace, after nightfall, you called Hanqing Niangniang to sleep, so ...... It's just a day. ”

Although Xiao Hongdou said very carefully, Han Dongwen only understood one thing.

He sank in this Hanqing yesterday, for a whole day!

"Really, even if it's so beautiful, it's not ......"

Halfway through talking to himself, Han Dongwen lost his confidence.

Hanqing is not so much beautiful as a work of art.

It is not without the possibility of indulging in such a work of art that can be summoned and used immediately.

"That Master Wen is ......"

Xiao Hongdou glanced at him and took over: "Your Highness, Lord Wen is looking for Your Highness to discuss the matter of 'Asking for Immortal Classics on New Year's Day', and he specially ordered the maid to remind His Highness the next day. ”

Please be a fairy on the New Year.

This is probably the only time when Han Dongwen can still be remembered by the ministers, and then cursed and went to the harem to find him.

Only at this ceremony, no matter who is behind the scenes, he still needs Han Dongwen to stand up.

Because the New Year's invitation to the immortal ceremony is the season for the people to face the saints.

Every year, the king of Simeng should meet all the people, take the lead in the New Year, and ask the fairies to bless the spirits of Simeng and pray that the fairies will continue to bless his people in the coming year.

It stands to reason that the New Year should start at midnight and continue to be white in the east, starting the new year.

But the plague lord showed up almost every time, and never took it seriously.

Even such a plague monarch has to come forward once, just because in front of the people, there must always be an emperor, even if it is a puppet.

"Please be immortal on the New Year...... Mr. Wen......"

Han Dongwen muttered, and suddenly his eyes moved: "Wen Yongxing of Taishu Pavilion?!" ”

Little Red Bean nodded suspiciously.

Han Dongwen clenched his fists, and his shoulders trembled slightly from excitement.

Excited because Wen Yongxing is a loyal minister, can regain power for him and take charge of the country?

Definitely.

The excitement is because Han Dongwen thought of what to do at the Immortal Ceremony?

Not really.

Han Dongwen bit his lip and tried his best to make his thoughts invisible.

Wen Yongxing, the official is the old man of the Taishuge Pavilion, and the Simeng country has no phase, and the Taishuge is the secretarial body that nominally consults and drafts the edict for the emperor, and has no decision-making power.

And now that the emperor himself has no power, I'm afraid that this Taishu Pavilion is probably just pretending.

It is precisely because of this that the troublesome and inconsequential matter of inviting the immortal code on duty was handed over to Taishuge to follow up.

Han Dongwen didn't take the plot seriously, and often read a synopsis and hurriedly skipped it, but he remembered Wen Yongxing very well.

There is no other reason, just because this Lord Wen Yongxingwen, if the character is created in Simeng, he must have seen it.

Wen Yongxing died at the very beginning of the whole game!

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Outside the Imperial Palace, please Sendai.

It's night, it's New Year.

The people had already crowded the square, and the soldiers with halberds in their hands separated the vast crowd from the outside of Sendai.

From the hanging sun gate of the Imperial Palace to the Sendai, a total of 360 steps.

These three hundred and sixty steps are all full of soldiers on both sides, wearing the blue iron armor of the National Law Division on the left, and the meteorite black and red cloak of the National Soldiers Division on the right.

There were ten people in each room, and there was one more masked soldier wearing a silver dragon helmet, but there was no blade in his hand, just a bright lamp.

How solemn.

After a while, it was like lighting a candle in the grain pile, and the people suddenly became restless.

"Your Majesty!"

"It's coming! Here it comes! ”

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Corresponding to this commotion was the sound of all the soldiers hammering the hilt of their halberds on the ground almost in unison.

After a few sounds, there was no noise in the night sky, and only the sound of gold and stone clashing remained.

The plague monarch walked out of the Hanging Sun Gate in the sound of the earth-shattering halberd.

"The wish of the year, the Son of Heaven invites the immortals-"

The plague king held incense and bowed to all directions, and standing beside him was an old bachelor with gray hair, but combed hot, wearing a plain robe.

The one who saluted with a tough voice was the master of Taishu Pavilion, Wen Yongxing.

After the incense was finished, the emperor was supposed to give a speech with the people, but he saw that the plague monarch himself just stood on Sendai and beckoned, so he turned around and brushed his clothes away.

Wen Yongxing, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but change his face, only lowered his eyes, and sighed slightly in a voice that was almost inaudible to others.

Immediately, he stood on Sendai.

"Cheng Simeng Son of Heaven, Emperor Dongwen of Xiaoxian Xianshu, Emperor Wen Yongxing, the master of Taishu Pavilion, invited the immortals, and all the people should make a wish together, praying that the immortals will bless me with the prosperity of the Simeng country and long-term peace and stability!"

Wen Yongxing struggled to straighten his already somewhat old and stiff body, and shouted loudly towards a golden disc in front of him.

As soon as this "spiritual sound plate" spread, the ears of all the people in the square were real, and they lowered their heads with their hands and made the action of offering incense quietly and neatly.

At this time, the plague monarch had already returned to the palace from the Hanging Sun Gate and walked towards his beloved harem.

However, the picture suddenly changed.

In the moonlit and starry night sky, a beam of golden light suddenly descended, enveloping Wen Yongxing on Sendai!

The soldiers, the pawns, the civilians, and the eunuchs, couldn't help but look up at the dazzling pillar of light.

I saw Wen Yongxing's body slowly floating as if he had lost gravity, his hands were waving in the air at a loss, but the pillar of light was getting brighter and brighter, and in an instant that was almost as dazzling as the glow of the scorching sun, it suddenly disappeared with a "boom".

Wen Yongxing, the master of the Taishu Pavilion, also disappeared into the night sky.

At the same time, almost thousands of pillars of light fell from heaven all over the country.

Deep forests, small villages, fishing ports, mines......

The pillars of light all over the country almost illuminated this vast land into a country of daylight in an instant!

Moment.

The light dissipated suddenly.

Where the light dissipated, if anyone around them watched it, they would be amazed that out of that light, a person actually walked out.

Male or female, tall or short.

They looked at the surrounding landscape and buildings with novelty, running and jumping energetically, roaring with enthusiasm.

The people of Simeng call these people who descended from the sky "aliens", just because they came from the sky, but they don't seem to have the bearing of immortals.

The story of Simeng Kingdom in "But Yin" unfolds from this.

Han Dongwen and Han Yang themselves were also among these strangers.