Un joven enfermizo que viaja a la época de la dinastía Song

Capítulo 171

I couldn't help but laugh at myself, realizing that my carefree and undistracted nature had caused me to miss out on many wonderful impossibilities.

I was slightly interested: How old was he when he started drawing?

At what age did he understand things?

Why is he almost without regrets?

How did he attract Zi Mo?

I'm very curious, the kind of curiosity that comes with waiting. It's been a long time since anything has piqued my curiosity. I keep my curiosity in my heart and take it out to ponder it from time to time. It's quite interesting.

Shen Ziyi, perhaps you are worth looking forward to... but we don't know if the outcome will be life or death.

When Qianqing reached marriageable age, officials in the court were eager to offer their services. Qianqing glanced at the scrolls presented to her, nodded, and accepted them all.

He asked me for the "Forget-Family" medicine, but I didn't give it to him. Instead, I gave him the "Seven-Seven Herbs." This medicine is for women, while the "Forget-Family" medicine is for men.

Qianqing is actually very ruthless to himself. For the sake of the country, he may really be willing to give up his inheritance and do things through others.

But I don’t want to make him forget his family until things get to that point. Only my great-grandfather has ever used this kind of drug. He was targeting Xilugong, the third emperor of Xifeng. This drug can prevent the person who takes it from being intimate with others. After each sexual intercourse, the person will suffer greatly and will not be able to have children. Even if the person is likely to conceive, the symptoms will remain.

I had long forgotten where I put his antidote. Later, when Xi Lingchi came to retrieve it, I had completely forgotten where it was.

Xi Lingchi should be called Xi Lingfeng. You fake king and real emperor, can you deceive the world and the Sikong Mansion?

(Remember to eat longevity noodles on Suifeng's birthday!)

[Extra: Sikong Qian (4)]

"If I were a woman, you would definitely be my standard for choosing a husband."

Hearing him say that, the resentment that had been building up inside me wasn't as intense as before.

Grandpa asked me: Are you willing to take Greenie in as a family?

I didn't reply. I felt the suggestion was too absurd. I had never thought about taking anyone in as a wife. I had even forgotten that a man's wife is a woman.

Greenie reacted strongly; she cried and asked me, "Why?"

"Get down." That was all I could say to her. I was the master, and she was the servant. There was no other reason. My lack of desire was as good as non-existence. My overwhelming power had long ago taught me that I could refuse everything I didn't like. Although Greenie was wonderful, not everything good was desirable.

Suddenly remembering what he said last night, I sat in front of the mirror again. I did nothing and didn't dare to make any rash moves. I thought of my mother and didn't want something like this to happen again.

If he saw it, would he still say that? Would he openly condemn it, or would he still laugh and joke about it?

I understand that I may never see his reaction in this lifetime, because... I fear Uncle Zhong's sword will be faster than his expression.

Let this remain a secret, a secret only to me. I am still Sikong Qian, the head of the Sikong Manor, an unshakeable force in this world…

Zi Mo's wife was personally chosen by Qian Qing. Qian Qing chose Lu Susu, not the eldest daughter of the Sun family. He couldn't bear to leave Zi Mo without a family. The Sun family was doomed sooner or later, and Lu Susu was more secure than Sun Ziran.

On the day of Zimo's wedding, he was very excited, but I noticed that Zimo was disappointed.

Zi Mo has changed a lot. He shoulders the responsibilities and keeps the secrets to himself.

Ziyi didn't care about anything else. He sang happily, as if he were watching a play. Su Gu and I were on either side of him, and no one dared to say anything even if his singing was strange.

He was getting better and better, doing whatever he wanted, more carefree and more unreasonable than anyone else;

He abused his power and died arrogantly;

He was unreasonable and tyrannical, seizing and plundering by force;

He bullies the weak and fears the strong, and he is incoherent.

Zi Mo, Wu Hui, and Su Gu doted on him more and more, and Qian Qing also joined in the fun, which made Zi Yi even more arrogant.

...

When Ouyang Fengrui returned, Qianqing came out to greet him.

He had heard too much gossip, and he was worried about Wu Hui, so he came back. He was a good father. For Wu Hui's sake, he never said no to Qian Qing. For many years, he stayed on the frontier and never inquired about the situation in the court or contacted civil officials.

He only hoped that Wu Hui would be safe, that Wu Hui would be properly protected by the Dao, and that the fledgling child would have a reliable home.

He's heard about Zi Yi, hasn't he? He's heard those unfavorable rumors. Wu Hui and Zi Yi are getting too close. Anyone who isn't stupid can see the problem from his attitude towards Zi Yi.

I considered hundreds of possibilities: perhaps Wu Hui would be taken away; perhaps Ouyang Fengrui would assassinate Zi Yi; perhaps Wu Hui would compromise; perhaps Ouyang Fengrui would force Wu Hui to marry.

But who could have predicted what would happen the moment the door was pushed open?

What appeared before my eyes was...

This was the most unacceptable scene; how could someone who had always been so arrogant let Wu Hui...

I rushed over, and I can't explain why, but the surging blood in my veins made me unable to control my urge to kill him.

With a swift and decisive movement, he lay down. I dared not move again, fearing I might actually kill him next.

Zi Mo rushed over to straighten his clothes, and he was actually laughing! Did he even understand what he was doing?!

He flattered Zi Mo, using his usual trick: "He forced me."

Zi Mo raised a chair to smash Wu Hui, a smug smile on his face.

Looking at him, I felt a surge of hatred. I stopped Zi Mo and said, "Does Zi Yi look like he was forced? The root of the problem must be him. He has no sense of propriety or shame, and even takes pride in it. Why doesn't he just die?!"