Quickly wear female supporting roles: Little drama queens need to experience life

After figuring out the doubts in his heart, Shi Nian'an's whole temperament became brighter and more vivid.

When I have nothing to do, I take my story book and read it beside Qi Mo's bed. I have been reading it for five or six days in a row, and I have changed my story book several times.

Qi Mo was treated with acupuncture and poison every day by the old ghost doctor.

The originally extremely pale face gradually gained color, the toxins in the body were also reduced, and the wounds became scabbed.

Everything is going in the right direction.

But for some reason, there was still no sign of him waking up.

Qi Mo has not appeared for nearly a week, and there are some news spread among the people by those thieves who are eyeing him.

Many ministers who didn't know the truth were speculating that something had happened?

The people were also worried.

It's not that he's afraid that the emperor Qi Mo will die, but that it's ordinary people like them who will suffer if the country is in trouble.

On this day, Shi Nian'an lay on the imperial concubine chair next to Qi Mo's bed as usual and read him a story. Eunuch Li specially installed this imperial concubine chair for her because he was afraid that she would be uncomfortable sitting.

[Protagonist A: "If I had known this, why would I have done such a thing in the first place?"]

[Protagonist B: “Because I can’t see clearly.”]

[Protagonist A: "Since you can't see clearly, then you should miss it..."]

Not long after, the fourth chapter book was finished. Shi Nian'an held up his chin, looked at the quiet man on the bed melancholy, and sighed:

"Xiaotuanzi, why hasn't Qi Mo woke up yet? The medicine you gave me doesn't work, even if it's not a fake medicine!"

It was said that you would wake up after taking the medicine for three days. How many days has it been now?No reaction at all.

Xiaotuanzi was also very troubled. The products produced by the Space and Time Bureau must be high-quality products, and he didn't know why Qi Mo hadn't woken up yet.

Could it be that the medicine has expired?

Impossible, impossible!How could it possibly expire? No, no!

"Host, there is definitely no problem with the medicine, but I don't know why he hasn't woken up yet."

When he heard this, Nian'an's delicate eyebrows drooped, looking pitiful, and complained: "Xiao Tuanzi, I don't know what to do if Qi Mo doesn't wake up. I don't want to read this story by Lao Shizi anymore.

I'm tired of the heart-wrenching stories about the young man from a poor family fighting for fame by marrying a noble girl, and then abandoning his old love after becoming powerful, or the story about a cold prince falling in love with a little white flower.

But I don’t know what to say to him without reading this? "And after reading so many times, I haven't seen any movement from him! What the ghost doctor said isn't entirely right!

Ugh……

Shi Nian'an started and came to the edge of the bed.

The sleeping man had a calm face and straight eyebrows. His eyes that used to be glowing were now tightly closed. If he wasn't still breathing, she would have thought he was a lifeless person.

Pray for ink, pray for ink!Why haven't you woke up yet?

*

In the Yunxiang Tower outside the palace, there is still a scene of prosperity in full swing.

There was a lot of drinking and drinking, and all the seats were packed.

"Mr. Storyteller, what happened to the fox demon in the end?"

Hearing this, Mr. Storyteller seemed to become a little melancholy, and his voice sounded a little longer: "Fox demon... The fox demon was hurt by love and vowed never to return to the world. No one has seen her since then..."

Someone asked again: "Then... what happened to that scholar?"

"Scholar... The scholar's fame has been in vain, and he understands love, but the beautiful woman has become a memory, and it is useless to regret it. Love is a difficult thing!"

A large circle of people gathered in a corner of the building. It turned out that the new storyteller was talking about the love between a human and a demon. Everyone listened with great interest. They wished they were the person in the book, so that the fox demon and the scholar who did not know about love could have a relationship. A happy ending.

The audience consisted of eight people inside and outside. After listening to one story, they were still not satisfied and clamored for another one.

The storyteller was not in a hurry. He picked up the teacup in his hand and took a sip. He raised his head and made eye contact with the person not far away. Then he looked away as if nothing had happened. After putting down the teacup, he continued to start the next story.

I saw him changing his posture, looking around everyone in a circle, and lowering his voice mysteriously: "What I am going to say next is not a story in the book, it is just a piece of gossip, but this gossip has something to do with us. It is related to His Majesty."

When everyone heard this, they all held their breath and looked at the gentleman with all their attention.

Seeing this, the storyteller stroked his white beard and smiled with satisfaction, and his voice spread faintly: "Do you still remember the Prime Minister and the Prime Minister's daughter who was born prematurely?"

Everyone nodded in response unconsciously after hearing this. The storyteller saw this and continued: "Then do you know who the concubine in your majesty's palace is?"

Everyone shook their heads to show their ignorance.

The storyteller stroked his beard and said mysteriously: "That concubine is the prime minister's daughter who gave birth prematurely."

!!!

It was like a thunder exploding!

Now someone couldn't sit still, "What?!!"

"Sir, this is not nonsense. Who doesn't know that the Prime Minister was an old corrupt official who collaborated with the enemy and treason? How could her daughter be a concubine? Besides, weren't all the previous Prime Minister's Houses already... And the old corrupt official and him Aren’t my wife and daughter being imprisoned in a prison now?”

The storyteller seemed to have expected this scene a long time ago and was not in a hurry. An imperceptible dark light flashed in his eyes.

"No, no, no, guess why the old thief who should have been beheaded long ago is still locked up in prison and has not been executed for a long time..." The voice stopped for a moment, and then became harsh the next second: "It's because your Majesty is seeking revenge. Concubine Rong is so happy that I don’t want to break her heart, she is the daughter of that old thief.”

Everyone still didn't believe it.

So the storyteller continued to tell the follow-up, His Majesty's experience from childhood to his accession to the throne, including when he was a servant in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and later fell in love with the Prime Minister's daughter. After becoming the Emperor, even if the Prime Minister committed a crime, His Majesty would have to punish him. Hiding it from the world, he made his daughter a concubine.

But no one knows whether it is true or false.

……

It was no wonder that the storyteller spent so much time talking and saw that everyone began to believe what he said and became angry and dissatisfied.

The few people in black not far away became satisfied, turned around and left the restaurant, looking in the direction of the palace and couldn't help but sneered.

The storyteller quietly left shortly after seeing this, and was never seen again.

Tu left behind people talking and publicizing in various ways.

*

When Shi Nian'an went back to the side hall to rest at noon, he vaguely felt like someone was touching his face.

When the feeling appeared again, she suddenly woke up from her sleep.

When he opened his eyes, there was nothing there. After a moment of confusion, he seemed to come to his senses and couldn't help but shake his head.

Alas, I have been so tired recently that I even started to have delusions.