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After looking at Han Dongwen's back and leaving, Wen Yongxing and Zhong Lilin put down their saluting hands and stood up straight again.
But their eyes didn't come back for a long time.
"Ugh."
Captain Wen Yong sighed, "If His Highness can be in such a good mood every year, I'm afraid the affairs of Taishu Pavilion will be easy to do." β
Zhong Lilin frowned, but still did not withdraw his gaze, only looked in the direction where Han Dongwen left: "Teacher thinks that today is because His Highness is in a good mood?" β
Wen Yongxing smiled bitterly: "Maybe, no matter what the reason, if you can see Your Highness and do something serious, you and I are lucky today." β
Zhong Lilin was silent, just nodded, and returned to the pavilion to sit down.
"The maid."
He opened his mouth suddenly.
"That maid is different from what I've seen in the palace."
Wen Yongxing was stunned, and then said: "It looks like he is still young, maybe he just came out of the Spring Festival Palace." β
"That's not what students meant."
Zhong Lilin shook his head: "She doesn't seem to be ......"
Not sad?
Not miserable?
What does this mean, that serving the Holy One is still a miserable thing?
Zhong Lilin pondered the wording, and finally sighed: "Her eyes are still bright." β
Hearing his words, Wen Yongxing was silent for a long time, and finally just picked up the teacup and took a sip, and put it down heavily.
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Just seeing Xiao Hongdou wearing a skirt robe and following Han Dongwen back to the dormitory, most of the other maids who sprinkled the lamp slowed down by half a beat.
Their eyes looked at Little Red Bean, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.
But the emperor only walked forward without looking back, and she could only follow.
As the sun waned, Hongxia sprinkled into the dormitory through the window lattice, and Xiao Hongdou consciously lit the lamps everywhere, but Han Dongwen went straight to the side room of the study hall and sat in front of the desk with a solemn face.
"Your Highness, it's time for dinner."
Little Red Bean stepped forward and reported.
Han Dongwen nodded after hearing this, he had already skipped lunch today, and his stomach was indeed a little hungry, so he thought a little and said, "You let that, that imperial dining room bring the food here, and then go to rest." β
According to the rules of the plague king, the dinner must be served by seven maids with their bodies, and wine is served mouth-to-mouth, Han Dongwen, who decided to abstain from sex, naturally can't bear this, so it is better to solve it in the dormitory for the time being.
Little Red Bean nodded, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say it.
Han Dongwen noticed that she wanted to speak and stopped, smiled and asked, "What's the matter, but it doesn't hurt to say it." β
Listening to Han Dongwen's words, she took a deep breath: "Slave, slave just want to thank His Highness again." β
On this day, she was not slapped or beaten.
The first lesson that must be taught in the Spring Palace - she was not even asked to sleep, and she was given tea to drink.
This is very untrue.
She was somewhat down-to-earth in the moments of making tea, lighting lamps, taking medicine, and listening to His Highness's orders, but compared to all the other untruths today, she found that she still had no bottom in her heart.
It's strange that there is some sourness in her heart at the moment.
"No, you don't have to."
Han Dongwen waved his hand, and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, there are still things for you to do." β
"Your Highness, please!"
Little Red Bean said seriously.
Do somethingβwhatever it is, give her a reason.
It's because she wants to do these things, so she doesn't beat and insult herself - this is a reason she can accept, otherwise, she will only be afraid all the time, I don't know how long I can live a good life, and I don't know if the next time it falls on her head, it will be directly in the palace.
After all, it is impossible for His Highness to suddenly change a person.
"You go tell the Spring Festival Palaceβthat, that ......"
"Mr. Mi?"
"Ah, yes, tell her and the maid that you don't have to wear loose clothes when you go in and out of the dormitory."
Han Dongwen wanted to remove many ridiculous rules in one go, and even enjoy singing and dancing, but after thinking about it, he didn't know what the wind would be if the action was too big, so he only said this.
"Yes."
Xiao Hongdou lowered his head and listened, took a deep breath, bowed and retired, leaving the dormitory and walking towards the dining room.
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The dinner almost filled the entire table, and Han Dongwen had to stop halfway so that he wouldn't even have a place to put his hands.
"Okay, okay, how many more?"
"Your Highness, Your Highness, there are two flavors of medicinal food, a pot of soup, five snacks, and the slave and maid will go to ......"
Han Dongwen's scalp was numb, and he hurriedly waved his hand at the maids who served the food: "No need, no need, these are already very good, you go out, I, don't let people in when I eat." β
The maids glanced at each other, nodded in disbelief, and said goodbye.
They had really good luck today.
If it was the past, even if Han Dongwen didn't want to eat, he would have to ask them to perform in front of him.
They retreated quickly, which made Han Dongwen very satisfied.
The door of the hall was closed, and the rice paper curtain in front of the window lattice had already been lowered by Xiao Hongdou.
Han Dongwen let out a sigh, sat back in his chair, paused for a moment, and took out the Xuanji plate from his arms.
The moment he got the Xuanji plate in Taishu Pavilion, Han Dongwen's first reaction was to see Wen Yongxing and Zhong Lilin.
There is no other reason, just because of the dazzling light lit up by the Xuanji plate, in the small library, it should have attracted everyone to watch.
However, Wen and Zhong didn't say anything about their reactions, and they almost didn't even blink their eyelashes.
If it's pretended, it's too similar.
Now that the palm-sized Xuanji plate was held in Han Dongwen's hand again, he looked back and forth like a thief for a moment before solemnly placing his fingers lightly on the Xuanji plate.
The plate that was originally weathered and full of rust suddenly lit up with a shimmer in Han Dongwen's eyes.
The rust faded from the center of the plate at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in just a moment, the Xuanji plate in his hand was completely lit up, firmly grasping Han Dongwen's gaze.
There was a line of text that took Han Dongwen's breath away.
"It's a little bit close to the recommended configuration, is 4200 enough to play this game with a stable core of brain pressure?"
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- 4200 OK, you can put the too stimulating, middle ear feedback and neurofeedback low.
- Recommended conditional or on the last 5122, the middle ear feedback turned off the high-altitude scene is the same as a fake.
- The 5600 is temperature compensated.
- Well said, where to send free 5122 and 5600?
Han Dongwen's fingertips swiped quickly across the Xuanji plate, browsing through one text after another.
He saw that his fingertips trembled slightly, and he looked a little hungry.
A community of "But Yin".
Someone is looking at the promotional clips and exchanging hypothetical ideas about the game.
Someone is watching a clip of propaganda!
Sharing hypothetical ideas about the game!
Someone!
Han Dongwen bit his lip, his eyes were firmly fixed on the square disc in his hand, and with his other hand, he randomly picked up a few chopsticks and fed the food into his mouth, and the roots of his teeth tightened.
He's incredibly familiar with this community, this section.
He used to advertise for his studio here, fight wits and courage with plate management, and even write a strategy to be able to entrainment of private goods, but he was only found to be removed after three days on the Yin Forum page.
Who isn't an elite gamer yet!
"Help!"
He quickly made up this short post, and prepared to describe the cause and effect in the post.
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