Dressed as a super rare female, being chased and pampered by the big guys

“Looking at you, you don’t seem very sad…” Prince Bao shook his head and sighed that the royal family was indeed heartless.

As a member of the same royal family, he understood it very well. Tan Konglin and he had the same blood, so they were naturally the same people.

He may have Nian Tu in his heart, but her importance is definitely not as important as himself, the throne, or the country.

After the death of Nian Tu, there will be another queen sooner or later. There are countless beauties in this world, and even if they are not as good as her, one can still find some of her shadows.

The emperor would not be willing to die for love, he would only miss her hypocritically.

"Come on, kill me to avenge her." Prince Bao pointed to his heart and invited Tan Konglin to draw his sword and stab him. "This is the only thing you can do for her."

He had waited too long for this day and didn't want to live any longer, but he didn't have the courage to kill himself. The pain from the illness made him feel worse than death, so he wanted to end his life quickly.

His most proud plan was to delay his death for another year.

"Hurry up and do it. I might be able to see Nian Tu on the road to the underworld." He deliberately disgusted Tan Konglin and said with a sly smile, "She has been deeply hurt by you. Maybe she is willing to turn to me and become a ghost couple with me."

Putting aside the resentment, Prince Bao always remembered the stunning glimpse he got at that moment: the beautiful woman with a delicate head and beautiful eyebrows sitting there in gorgeous clothes, looking like a goddess.

After that, every time he summoned the two Nian sisters, he tried to find the shadow of Nian Tu on their faces, but unfortunately the difference was like that between fish eyes and pearls. There might be some similarities in their eyebrows and eyes, but the people were completely different.

"The Nian sisters should still be alive, right?" He pretended to be kind and gave Tan Konglin some advice, "They and Nian Tu are sisters from the same father. They may not be as pretty as her, but they can also be called beauties. I have trained them well. If you miss Nian Tu, you can use them to relieve your boredom in the future..."

"Shut up," Tan Konglin was so disgusted that he couldn't listen any longer. He smiled, drew his sword, and nailed it to his head.

The sharp blade cut off a strand of Prince Bao's hair.

He felt a chill and pain on his cheek, as if blood was flowing down and into his ear.

His already trembling body began to tremble even more violently. He was terrified and opened his mouth, unable to speak.

"Kong Lin?"

Nian Tu tied up the horse and walked into the house with Zong Shouyuan one after another. They happened to see this scene and their eyes widened in shock.

You won't kill anyone, will you?!

She lifted her skirt and trotted over. Seeing that the person on the bed was still breathing, she looked away, grabbed the emperor's collar and looked around. After confirming that he was not injured, she breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed him and stood far away, "Stay away from him."

I don’t know how long it has been since this man took a bath. His body is very dirty. Not only is he sick, he probably also has fleas.

She wouldn't easily dislike someone, but it was hard for her not to dislike Prince Bao.

The once glamorous royal family, now without servants to serve them, has become slovenly and disgraceful.

Seeing Nian Tu’s expression, the clean-loving little kitten immediately retracted its claws, obediently stood beside her.

Prince Bao lay motionless, his hands and feet stiff, his eyes staring blankly at Nian Tu's face.

Like.

How can it be so similar...

Not only do they look alike, but every frown, expression, and gesture is similar.

After a long silence, he seemed to suddenly realize something, "No wonder you are not sad, no wonder you dislike the Nian sisters..."

"It turns out that a better substitute has been found!"

What substitute?

Nian Tu pricked up his ears, caught the inexplicable words, and after thinking for a few times, he finally understood what he meant. His expression almost couldn't hold back.

Could malaria also affect intelligence?

The two males sandwiched Nian Tu on the left and right, blocking Prince Bao's prying sight.

There is no substitute, there will be no substitute. Year after year is year after year.

Tan Konglin looked down at him and revealed his thoughts in one sentence, "In fact, you know in your heart that you are a complete loser, but you are just deceiving yourself and don't want to admit it."

When his true thoughts were exposed, Prince Bao felt as if he had been stripped naked in public, and his face turned red.

He gathered all his strength, climbed up like a madman, and rushed forward to grab Nian Tu and strangle him to death.

"How are you still alive??"

"Why didn't you get sick?!"

The weaker a person is, the easier it is to get sick. The warriors who followed him were strong and healthy, but they were all infected by him. He clearly saw the signal that day, and the people he sent out had succeeded. Why is Nian Tu still standing here? !

Without even touching Nian Tu's hair, Zong Shouyuan hit Prince Bao hard with the scabbard of his sword, knocking him to the ground, unable to get up.

His bones seemed to be pulled out as well. He lay down in a puddle of mud, staring at Nian Tu's sleeves.

Her nails were so red, like the most beautiful gems, the best color he had ever seen.

...She is an immortal. Immortals cannot be infected with diseases.

The immortal did not stand by him, so he had no chance of becoming emperor. The immortal was angry at his calculations, so he made him sick and suffered all kinds of suffering in the world.

It was because he disrespected the immortals that he ended up like this.

Nian Tu couldn't hear what Prince Bao was mumbling to himself and thought that he might have been too stimulated and had become mentally ill.

She lost all her curiosity and didn't want to look anymore. She waved outside and called the young imperial physician who was accompanying her, "I'll leave this place to you."

"Give him medication twice a day, check his pulse once a day, record changes, and check for any side effects."

The young doctor listened to her instructions carefully and bowed, "I will fulfill my duties conscientiously and will never slack off."

He is the direct disciple of the old dean Shi. His character and medical skills are guaranteed, so Nian Tu is very confident in him.

Prince Bao lay motionless on the ground, watching the skirt sweep up in the fragrant breeze and gracefully fly away under the protection of two ferocious beasts. He also lost his soul.

Someone stuffed a bitter pill into his mouth, and he swallowed it, closed his eyes and waited for death.

For several days, the expected toxicity did not take effect.

Prince Bao has not died yet.

He took the chronic poison twice a day, but instead of feeling poisoned, he felt that he was getting better.

"What medicine did you give me?" After regaining some strength, he finally struggled out of his depressed mood and spoke to the person who fed him the medicine for the first time.

The doctor said calmly, "Anti-malarial medicine."

Prince Bao didn't understand what antimalarial medicine was, but he felt that it was not poison. He looked at the face in front of him inquiringly, "Are you from my house?"

He didn't remember that there was a retainer and assassin like this in his house. But this man saved him inexplicably, there must be a reason.

The doctor glanced at him as if he was a fool and said, "No."

"Then why did you treat me?" Prince Bao was angered by his eyes and tried hard to suppress his anger.

"Lady Nian sent me here to test the new medicine she developed on you." The imperial physician was not reluctant to clear up his confusion. After speaking briefly, he lowered his head and concentrated on writing the drug trial record.

Prince Bao's pupils suddenly contracted.

Mr. Nian... Nian Tu? ?

Is she saving him?!

As soon as this realization came into his mind, all the anger in his heart disappeared, a wild excitement appeared on his face, and he couldn't control his imagination.

She finally chose him?

Was the previous ordeal a test for him? Was she willing to let him take the throne?

"I'm already well, I'm already well," he grabbed the doctor's sleeve and spoke incoherently, "Go tell Nian Tu that I will listen to her in everything from now on. I will do whatever she tells me to do..."

Mortals cannot resist immortals. He has realized this and is willing to be enslaved and driven by the immortals in a conscious manner.

The immortal always gives enough benefits to her followers.

The imperial physician's hand holding the pen trembled due to the shaking, and a drop of ink slipped from the tip of the pen, spreading a black patch on the paper.

He put down his pen, reached out and felt Prince Bao's pulse, stared at him thoughtfully for a while, and nodded, "He is indeed well."

The drug trial has ended and the results are very satisfactory. When he goes back to report to Lord Nian, this prescription can be used for disaster relief. Together with the mosquito repellent prescription developed by Lord Nian, it will definitely solve the difficulties in the south.

"Take one last dose of medicine," he took out the medicine bottle and poured out a pill.

Since it was medicine given by an immortal, Prince Bao grabbed it without saying a word and put it into his mouth.

Perhaps because my mentality has changed, today’s medicine is not bitter, it’s even a little sweet.

He couldn't sit or lie down, and paced back and forth on the ground to relieve the ecstasy in his heart. In his mind, he was already imagining himself wearing a dragon robe and sitting on the dragon throne, holding his queen in his arms...

A fishy and sweet taste suddenly appeared in my throat, and my blood surged.

Prince Bao staggered and fell to the ground, his eyes wide open in disbelief. He lowered his head stiffly and saw that his clothes were stained with blood from the corner of his mouth.

"You, Nian..."

The poison took effect quickly. Before he could even utter Nian Tu's name, Prince Bao lost his breath with a distorted face.

The doctor packed his bag, put on his shoulder, and walked around his body without even looking at him again.

From the day he arrived here, he knew that Prince Bao was a dying man, so he would take action immediately after the drug trial was completed.

This was the task given to him by His Majesty, and the poison was handed to him by General Zong.

Having come to this point, I can't blame anyone but Prince Bao himself.

Even though he intended to rebel, escaped from the capital after being convicted, and fell out with Your Majesty, Your Majesty could still magnanimously spare his life.

He should never, ever, touch Mr. Nian.

If you touch the reverse scale of His Majesty and the General, you will surely die.

……

Prince Bao, who was imprisoned in Siheng Mountain, died suddenly in the palace and was buried with the standards for a commoner.

Everyone knew that he was seriously ill and would not live long. This was completely understandable and did not attract anyone's attention. Only the common people occasionally talked about it during their after-dinner conversations, applauded, and sighed that it was a good death.

In mid-August, various parts of the south gradually received medicinal materials and rice as disaster relief from the imperial court, as well as a prescription.

The newspapers even published a notice on mosquito repellent and epidemic prevention, which was written in great detail, describing not only the terrible effects of mosquito bites but also the various methods of repelling mosquitoes.

With such a multi-pronged approach, the plague did not cause much trouble and gradually disappeared when the weather turned cooler in winter.

Considering the disaster in the south, many people lost their lives and many farmers lost their labor, the court reduced the land tax in these places to half for the next three years to allow the people to recuperate.

The people are the most easily satisfied people, so they are grateful and praise the virtuous queen and wise ruler.

The dead cannot come back, and the living must continue to live well.

Although the weather is hot this year, it is neither dry nor flooded, making it a rare year of bumper harvest.

As the year draws to a close, the joy of the New Year dispels the gloom of death, and smiles appear on people's faces again. The festive atmosphere in the north is even more intense, and the capital is the most lively and bustling city.

The palace was also filled with jubilation. Nian Tu wore a golden brocade robe, which attracted the palace servants to bow to him again and again, saying that they wanted to pray for some fortune.

Zong Shouyuan combed her hair, discarding the heavy and complicated crown and only embellishing it with fluffy hairpins, inserting them symmetrically on the left and right.

Nian Tu reached out and touched his head, feeling something was not right. He looked in the mirror and felt like a little rabbit that had turned into a spirit.

The ears are exposed. Cultivation is not yet complete.

She pursed her lips, looked away, and snorted.

"Don't you like it?" Zong Shouyuan stared at her cute and adorable face and couldn't help but kiss her, leaving two pale pink blushes on her face.

"I made this myself," he stroked the two balls of soft yellow fur and felt that they still had some flaws and were not as nice as the ones on Niannian's face.

If he could grow a pair of bunny ears every year, his gift would surely pale in comparison.

Nian Tu looked in the mirror, watching his big hands with distinct blue veins moving between the rabbit ears, caressing and pinching them. For a moment, she had an illusion that these ears were really growing on her head and could communicate with her.

She shivered and dodged the male's messy hand, "...I don't dislike it."

After drinking a little wine at lunch, Nian Tu was a little tipsy, and was carried to the bedroom by the males to rest for the whole afternoon. Her long hair soon became messy, and the plush hair accessories were scattered all over the bed.

It was not until night fell and a bonfire was lit outside that she dragged her weak legs out to watch the fun.

"Do you want to go to the top of the city wall and take a look?" Tan Konglin pointed to the highest point of the imperial city.

Nian Tu likes to go there occasionally to see the scenery, the view is great.

The scenery tonight is particularly festive. Looking down at the lights all over the capital city and looking up at the sky full of stars, Nian Tu suddenly feels a little homesick.

Every festive season makes her miss her family more. She misses her partner and baby. The test has lasted for so long, and she doesn't know where it will end.

The male's hot chest covered her from behind, and the familiar breath enveloped her, giving her an infinite sense of security, and the melancholy that had just risen in her heart suddenly dissipated.

"Niannian, I have also prepared a gift for you." Tan Konglin gently rubbed her ear with his cheek through the cloak.

A bright light suddenly cut through the night sky.

Nian Tu opened his eyes wide and saw a large and gorgeous firework blooming in the night.

In her decades of life, she had seen many fireworks in countless varieties, but none of them surprised her as much as this one.

She quickly turned her head and met her partner's calm and deep eyes, as if she had fallen into a vast and boundless blue ocean.

"...Kong Lin?" Nian Tu was stunned. "You have recovered your memory?"

Hearing this, Tan Konglin's eyes showed some surprise, "How did Nian Nian find out?"