I dressed as a witch doll

Wen Chi gradually woke up amidst a burst of noise.

How long the period has passed, he does not know.

It was when he opened his eyes—oh no, he actually has no eyelids now.

Anyway, when he woke up, he heard a lot of crying.

But then the voices disappeared.

Wen Chi felt a little apprehensive.

This seems to be a bit different from the opening method he imagined.

He looked around and found that he was still in the box.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously tucked his legs, but luckily the bottle was still there.

Wen Chi could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

You know, the suit he is wearing now looks fine on the outside, but it is really full of tricks on the inside.

It's fine if the layers are difficult to wear, the pants are not pants at all, they are more like stockings made of cloth, tied directly to the heels of the legs.

So it is really difficult to hide the bottle in the gun - because there is no gun at all now.

But he always felt that this bottle should be very important, like a proof of identity or something.

So in order to prove that he is him, this thing cannot be lost.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a deep and magnetic male voice outside: "It's all dragged down and burned."

Hearing the word "burn", Wen Chi trembled subconsciously.

Then there was another burst of crying outside.

A stern female voice: "Your Majesty—Your Majesty's concubine is wronged! The concubine really didn't intend to harm you! Someone wanted to harm me, Your Majesty—"

There was a whimpering sound all around.

"No one is going to harm you. This thing was obviously found from the southeast corner of your bedroom. How can you not know what is in your bedroom?" This is another calm male voice.

Then a soft male voice sounded: "Come here - drag him down -"

……

The amount of information is slightly larger.

It took Wen Chi a long time to digest these conversations.

Then he shivered.

As a doll, it is obviously unlikely to appear in such a scene.

Then his usefulness is a bit subtle...

The people outside didn't care about his mood. After the crying disappeared again, the shrill voice sounded again: "Your Majesty, are you looking at something—?"

"Burn." The voice was pleasant, but the words were a bit animalistic.

"As ordered."

Wen Chi was startled.

At this moment, another male voice sounded, "Wait a minute, Your Majesty, I want to open it and have a look."

"Sure." The voice said with nothing to say.

Then, Wen Chi's eyes lit up, and the box was opened.

After seeing the light again, the movements of the person in front of Wen Chi did not stop for a moment because of the meticulous production of the straw man.

The other party picked up Wen Chi and turned him over, and then fiddled behind Wen Chi's back for a long time before asking in doubt: "Why is there nothing in this witch doll?"

"There should be something?" His words seemed to have attracted the attention of the superiors.

"Things related to the cursed person, such as hair or horoscope."

Hearing this, Wen Chi tightened his chrysanthemum, and felt something between his legs was a little hot.

"So - I wronged her?" The man said lazily.

Yes yes, you not only wronged those people, you wronged me.

I'm just a pure and unpretentious doll, and I don't have any other strange uses!

Don't burn me!

Wen Chi clamped his legs and prayed in his heart.

Fortunately, the person holding him didn't have any weird habits, and he didn't take off the bottom of his robe to look inside.

"Although I haven't found anything, I just can't figure out who this witchcraft doll is going to curse. As for the fact that Concubine Ning has hidden the witchcraft doll, there is indeed solid evidence." The person holding Wen Chi said slowly.

But at this time, someone else spoke up: "It's just that, Concubine Ning doesn't know how to convict her."

"Since that's the case—" the man who gave the order answered, "there's no need to burn it?"

Wen Chi was overjoyed, but was suddenly thrown back into the box.

With a "poof", Wen Chi fell back into the box, but because his legs were clamped too tightly, after being shaken, the things between the legs were squeezed out all of a sudden.

Wen Chi was surprised again.

Fortunately, the robe on his body was loose, and the falling bottle was covered by the robe.

Just as Wen Chi was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he found that the bottle started to roll, slowly, as if it was about to roll out of his robe.

Wen Chi's heart was in his throat, and he didn't have the heart to close the conversation above his head at all.

He hesitated for a long time, seeing that the bottle was about to roll out of his robe.

Wen Chi couldn't bear it anymore, raised his leg and stretched forward, finally blocked the bottle's path just before the bottle was exposed.

Until the bottle finally stopped, Wen Chi held his breath and listened for a while, and found that the conversation of those people was still going on, and he didn't seem to notice his movements.

Quietly heaving a sigh of relief, Wen Chi finally settled down.

Although the future is still uncertain, it is better than being taken out and burned to death immediately!

Thinking of this, he relaxed a little and continued to lie there, waiting for fate to continue to present him with difficult problems.

But at this time, there was another scene outside the box.

Tan Yan and several ministers who are more trusted by His Majesty stood in the hall, listening to the rest of the people discussing how to convict Concubine Ning, but from the corner of their eyes, they carefully glanced at the Qiancheng Emperor Zhao Chenghui, who was standing above him, carefully observing The look of the other party.

It's just that the young emperor has no expression on his face, neither mood nor anger.

So Tan Yan didn't interrupt anymore.

Today's emperor is the toughest in recent dynasties.

As soon as he took the throne, he slaughtered the six great families, and then held three big competitions in a row, and immediately filled the positions of hundreds of officials that were vacated by the annihilation of the six great families.

Afterwards, His Majesty sent troops to wipe out the small countries along the east coast in one fell swoop, opened up sea transportation, connected [-] countries up and down, gathered the wealth of the world, and introduced countless rare agricultural species, so that the Feng Dynasty entered the peak period of national power.

Especially some time ago, His Majesty just ordered the massacre of thirteen cities in the western region, and none of the millions of people in the city was spared.

Not only all the people of Feng Dynasty, but even the small countries thousands of miles away were chilled.

These close ministers, no one dared to comment on His Majesty's decision.

In the end, several ministers did not discuss a result.

Of course, Tan Yan didn't know whether he really couldn't negotiate or didn't dare to make a result.

The discussion gradually subsided, and the others looked at me and I looked at you, waiting for the people above to make a conclusion.

But after a long time, no one in the seat spoke, and everyone gradually became a little uneasy.

Tan Yan thought for a moment, then said, "Since this matter is His Majesty's family matter, I ask His Majesty to make a decision."

"Yes, please Your Majesty to make a decision." Others also echoed.

But after a while, His Majesty did not speak.

Tan Yan raised his eyes nervously, but found that His Majesty was still expressionless with downcast eyes, showing neither joy nor anger.

Tan Yan was thinking whether someone else had said something that offended His Majesty, when he suddenly found that His Majesty's eyes didn't seem to be looking at them, but——

Staring at the wooden box held in the hand of the chief eunuch Chang An?

Tan Yan was a little puzzled, after thinking about it, he raised his voice and asked, "Your Majesty, Concubine Ning's crime—"

Afterwards, he felt the substantial gaze on his body, and Tan Yan's heart skipped a beat. Hearing the person seated coughing gently, he said, "Let's leave it at that, you all step back!"

What is this like?

All the people who quit the Lizheng Palace together with Tan Yan had similar doubts in their hearts, but none of them dared to ask.

Only before Tan Yan completely withdrew, he couldn't help but glanced at the seat again from the corner of his eye, only to find that His Majesty was still sitting there, motionless, as if he was thinking about something.

All the ministers in the Lizheng Palace have left, but the accompanying eunuchs are still there.

Chang An, the eunuch of Bingbi, bowed his head and asked respectfully: "Your Majesty, I will take this thing away—"

Before he finished speaking, he heard the person in the seat tap lightly on the handle of the throne twice with his fingers.

Chang An immediately shut his mouth.

After a while, the person above said slowly, "Let's put it down."

Chang An couldn't figure it out, what he was holding was not something clean, and it definitely couldn't be put on the imperial case, but where else could it be put?

Chang An raised his eyes and quickly glanced at His Majesty's expression, but saw that the other party was staring at the box in his hand. Although his face was still expressionless, but based on Chang An's understanding of His Majesty for many years, he felt that the wooden box in his hand suddenly felt a little strange. Shen.

Chang An's heart skipped a beat, and he took two steps forward, gently placing the box in front of His Majesty.

Chang An's movements are very light. After all, he has served people all year round, and he is already able to put things on the wooden table without making a sound.

But this still made Wen Chi in the box feel a slight shock.

Then Wen Chi heard the voice above his head saying: "You all go down."

After a while of chattering, the hall suddenly fell silent.

This unusual silence made Wen Chi feel a little uneasy.

He held his breath, anxiously waiting for his next fate.

In fact, for him, being a doll is the best way out.

It's not like he didn't think about escaping from the black workshop before, but he's like this now, and it's over after escaping and getting wet in the rain, let alone any other ways to survive.

But he thought about it and never thought that the shoddy work of the black workshop could be used to curse people?

There are ghosts who can succeed.

No wonder you are so poor, feudal superstition kills people!

By the way, it also killed him. What kind of witchcraft doll makes people feel chilly when they hear it.

Just as he was anxiously worrying about his future, a huge white brush suddenly appeared in front of him.

Wen Chi was taken aback for a moment, but saw the brush falling slowly, landed on Wen Chi's chest impartially, and then started to brush gently.

Wen Chi's body stiffened, completely unaware of what kind of development this was.

Does this person have any special hobbies?

But before he continued to think, the direction of the brush became more and more ghostly.

Chest to armpits, then armpits to groin, then legs, soles of feet—

It only took a few seconds for the itching sensation to go from being unnoticeable to almost causing a huge wave in Wen Chi's body.

Wen Chi, who was completely unable to think in his head, couldn't help it anymore, and trembled violently.

Then I heard the person above the head say in a low voice: "Sure enough."