What should I do if the fast travel system is too violent?

Chapter 82 I am not I am not
Just like when you knew how much "Zhou Shi" had done to you because of this face, you could still tolerate it.

Perhaps Song Zhuxi is the biggest winner, all the men have been fascinated by her, and all the women will live in her shadow forever, being used by others, and even ruined their lives.

Although, they deserve it.

Shen Jun was stunned for a moment, then suddenly sneered, his slashed eyebrows were full of irony.I just don't know whether this irony is aimed at Lin Shen or whether he hates himself for being obsessed with ghosts for a while and trusting the wrong person.

"Do you really think that you can escape if you help Lin Jing?"

An idler, an idler, said that he had no father and no mother, and was bullied since he was a child, so he was given this name.

The son of the former Minister of Rites, the Lin family, who is well-clothed and well-fed, is quite famous, so how could he be willing to become a commoner.

Either death or life, letting him live would indeed be a disaster.

But to this day, it is his method after all.

However, even though he was reduced to a "prisoner", Shen Jun still looked down on him. When talking about this matter, he couldn't help but sneer, "It's despicable for a man of seven feet to avenge his parents by using a woman from the backyard."

You still look down on others?

Lin Shen was taken aback, and couldn't help but retort him, "Aren't you too? In order to climb up, you don't care about the lives of others, and you send your lover into the palace to be a concubine for others, isn't it because you are afraid that your foundation will not be stable?"

What's the comparison? You two are evenly matched.

Shen Jun smiled instead of being angry and tilted his head to look at her, "You are still defending him today. What kind of ecstasy potion did Lin Jing fill you with? You were willing to lose your life."

Lin Shen ignored him.

He was not bored, and added, "You have made great contributions to him. If it weren't for you, he wouldn't be where he is today. If something happens to the Shen family, he should come to the rescue. Why hasn't he taken action yet?"

Lin Shen pretended to be calm, "You care a lot."

Shen Jun sneered, "You don't need to deceive yourself anymore, with Lin Jing's city mansion, I'm afraid that right now you are thinking about how to kill people without leaving any traces."

The prison door was suddenly pushed open.

Lin Shen's back felt cold, and he subconsciously hid beside Shen Jun.

The jailer who had tied her up just now came in, and now he was holding a tray in his hand, which was actually a jug of wine.

But there are two wine bottles.

Lin Shen suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Looking at Shen Jun again, he squinted his eyes, sighed vaguely, and stared straight at the jailer.

The jailer respectfully filled two wine bottles and gave them to Shen Jun first. He said word by word, "The nobles in the palace intercede for Master Shen. Your Majesty is kind-hearted. I remember that Master Shen has worked hard and uncomplainingly in these years. This bottle of wine is His Majesty gave it to you."

Shen Jun's expression moved slightly and he murmured, "...in the palace, it's Shu..."

Just as he opened his mouth, he stopped abruptly.

Lin Shen looked pitifully.

Song Zhuxi was the only one in the harem who could intercede for him. She was able to save her life not only because she was pregnant with the emperor's flesh and blood, but also because she could get rid of the serious troubles in the emperor's heart and conceal the mistakes the emperor had made. The past that was forced to recall.

Although the one who had to give up was her elder brother who had single-handedly held her up to now—her lover.

Once this woman becomes cruel, she really doesn't care about anything.

But before she could sigh, the jailer poured another glass of wine and handed it to her, "This glass is for you."

"?" Lin Shen was shocked.

What has it got to do with me?
The emperor will give me wine if he knows that I am the onion?
Don't lie to me, I don't drink.

Shen Jun smiled and said aside, "You should have expected today."

I'm not, I'm not, I don't think so.

This wine was caused by the old emperor or that vicious woman from Song Zhuxi. I am just a concubine waiting to be "decapitated". Is there any need to make such a big show of it?

Suddenly being missed, I was so scared.

She ducked back, "Who said that?"

It was said to be a reward from the emperor, but no one from the palace was seen personally watching it.Who are you fooling?

The jailer looked troubled, "I'm just responsible for bringing things in. Your Majesty will reward you. Please don't let the emperor's favor go down."

Pushing the wine bottle forward again, "Mr. Zhou, disobedience to the emperor's order is also a death penalty."

Lin Shen: ...

Should I die until today?
She turned to look at Shen Jun, who had already picked up the wine bottle, looked at it carefully for a long time, and suddenly laughed out loud, "Yes, your Majesty is so kind to me, and I should kneel down to express my gratitude."

"As for you," he looked at Lin Shen, "whose idea do you think this bottle of wine was made by?"

"You know too much, you can't keep this life. Lin Jing, or Zhengzhou Yan, who do you think wants your life to avoid future troubles?"

"In the end, it's nothing more than that."

Lin Shen was dumbfounded.

The jailer urged, "Your Majesty, if you two refuse to drink this bottle of wine, don't blame the villain for offending you. Mrs. Zhou, drink it quickly and go on the road, and don't make things difficult for the villain."

Lin Shen held the wine bottle.Long Jiu nodded and asked, "Then can you tell me, who is the person who gave you this wine?"

But the surname is Lin.

The jailer shook his head.

"The villain doesn't know the lord, but the lord only said that his surname is Zheng, and he delivered the decree for the saint."

Surnamed Zheng.

That's still him.

She curled her lips mockingly.

Shen Jun was right, she really deserved it.

Believe in the wrong person.

She drank the wine and said with a slight smile, "Of course I won't make it difficult for you to go back to work."

She should go too.

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0820: Host Lin Shen, the first task module has been completed, it took nine hours, and the next task will start immediately.

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"... Seeing him get up from Zhulou, seeing him entertaining guests, seeing his building collapse! This pile of moss and blue tiles... will see the rise and fall of 50 years. The bird clothes lane is not a king, Mochou Lake ghosts cry at night, Phoenix Taiwan-dwelling owl..."

The babbling voice passed through her eardrums, as if piercing her soul.

Where did this dream come from? The singing is really good, but I don't know whether the singing Tsing Yi is a man or a woman, and what he looks like...

Lin Shen sniffled and was about to fall asleep again when someone pointed his head over his forehead and almost fell off the chair.

Which fool is disturbing my mother's sweet dreams?
She opened her eyes suddenly, and was about to vent her anger when she got up, but immediately froze in place.

The exquisite scene in front of her was clearly a theater. Tsing Yi's voice on the stage was as graceful as a warbler and her body was as graceful as a swallow's. Everyone in the audience applauded and cheered. The waiters walked among them holding tea bowls, and the second floor seat she was sitting in was filled with fragrance and mist. Sophisticated and picturesque.

Tsing Yi sang, but his eyes glanced upstairs from time to time, wondering if he was giving a glance to some passionate lover.

What is this place?
Where did the theater come from?

She couldn't help lowering her head, and was surprised again when her eyes touched the clothes on her body.

She is currently wearing a suit on this body, with high heels and handbags, and a string of pearl necklaces around her neck. She is dressed like a rich lady from some family.

Damn it, is she going to post it again?
Turning his head to look at the private seat beside him, there was indeed a young man in a suit and leather shoes sitting there.

The outline of his face seemed to be carved by a knife, his eyebrows were picturesque, his thin lips were slightly pursed, his slender fingers were playing drums nonchalantly on the table, and his temperament was as cold as jade.

Shen... Shen Shen Shen Jun? ? ?
　good night

　　
　
(End of this chapter)