Don't be a salted fish, the daily life of the concubine in the palace

Shen Wei was too familiar with that look.

His eyes were filled with a man's desire to conquer, like a cheetah hiding in the forest, stalking its prey.

Shen Wei took two steps back.

She knew Li Yuanli's possessiveness. This man was terrible. He had been thinking about Shen Wei quietly for many years without Shen Wei knowing. Now that they were together day and night, Li Yuanli's thoughts could no longer be hidden.

"Isn't it good for you to stay with me?" Li Yuanli stared at Shen Wei, as if asking.

Shen Wei replied: "Not good."

The candlelight was bright, and Li Yuanli walked towards Shen Wei step by step. He was very tall, and his whole body was shrouded in a dark black robe. In front of him, Shen Wei was as fragile as a yellow oriole that could not escape.

His bony fingers touched his collar.

He took off his dark black coat.

Shen Wei frowned secretly.

She retreated to the small desk next to the candlestick and reached into the drawer of the desk, where there was a small dagger for self-defense.

Noticing Shen Wei's little action, Li Yuanli suddenly laughed softly. He held the black robe he had taken off in his hand and said, "Li Yuanjing can do it, so why can't I? What's the difference between him and me?"

Shen Wei's face darkened: "You are drunk."

Li Yuanli came over and snatched the dagger that Shen Wei was holding.

pat-

The dagger fell to the ground with a crisp sound. The blade was sharp and gleamed with cold light.

Li Yuanli came too close, almost forcing Shen Wei into a corner. When Shen Wei looked up, she could see the hard curve of his chin and the lingering sweet aroma of wine in the air.

"What? Are you scared?" Li Yuanli bent down slightly and his eyes were level with Shen Wei.

Eyes facing each other.

Shen Wei's eyes were calm, and Li Yuanli did not notice her fear. Shen Wei seemed to be always like this, fearless and always calmly thinking about solutions.

She never cared about a clean reputation.

Even if Li Yuanli really forced himself on her tonight, Shen Wei would be able to act as if nothing had happened the next day, eating and drinking as usual, without any turmoil in her heart.

Li Yuanli sighed in his heart, wondering what price he would have to pay to pry open Shen Wei's heart.

He waved away the black robe he had taken off and draped it over Shen Wei's shoulders: "It's late at night, take a good rest."

The night was dark and Li Yuanli turned and left.

Shen Wei bent down to pick up the dagger on the ground and threw it into the drawer. She changed into her pajamas and threw the torn sleeves aside.

Shen Wei lay back on the bed and thought for a while about the possibility of a successful escape - she found that her chances of escape were pitifully low.

Shen Wei closed her eyes helplessly.

Think about it tomorrow, go to sleep tonight.

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The next morning.

Li Yuanli tore up Shen Wei's clothes last night, so today he sent someone to give Shen Wei a new set of clothes.

The dress was made of soft satin, a type of silk that is unique to Southern Chu. It was a blue-green color after the rain and shimmered in the sunlight. After Shen Wei put it on, she found that the dress fit her body surprisingly well.

The clothes were very nice, but unfortunately Shen Wei was in poor health and looked haggard. No matter how expensive and beautiful the clothes were, they always looked like flowers embellishing stones.

When Mo Xun went out in the morning, he saw the beautiful dress on Shen Wei and said sourly, "That brat Li Yuanli didn't even know how to send new clothes to the ancestors! Well, Shen Wei, can you lend me the dress you wore yesterday?"

Shen Wei said: "It was torn."

Mo Xun was dumbfounded.

Torn?

She looked at Shen Wei in astonishment and whispered, "I slept downstairs last night and vaguely heard some noise in the attic. Could it be that you...you slept with him?"

Shen Wei shook her head: "No, don't think too much."

Mo Xun patted Shen Wei's shoulder and said, "Go ahead and sleep. A man can have three wives and four concubines. It's okay for us to have three husbands and four wives. I support you."

Mo Xun said with a hint of regret: "When I was the empress, I fell in love with several handsome young men. If Zhang Hean hadn't stopped me, I would have had many husbands."

Without staying in the city for too long, the carriage continued heading south.

Two days later, they arrived in the South China Sea. In recent years, Li Yuanli sent people to eliminate the Japanese pirates roaming in the South China Sea and set up a special shipping company to transport pearls and rubies. Gradually, the lives of the people along the coast of the South China Sea have improved and the public security is also good.

Everyone rested in a villa on the coast.

The courtyard was large, with all kinds of furnishings, and its luxury was no less than that of the imperial palace. It was obvious that Li Yuanli had prepared the courtyard long ago, not overnight.

The villa has an excellent geographical location. Just by looking up, you can see the tall stone statue of Bodhisattva.

After hundreds of years, the stone statue still stands tall. The compassionate Bodhisattva statue has its eyes closed, with the vast blue sea behind it.

In the courtyard, Shen Wei sat on a rattan chair, looking up at the majestic Bodhisattva statue for a while, then turned her head to chat with Mo Xun beside her: "I heard that this is the Bodhisattva statue that the Southern Chu Emperor built for you back then?"

Mo Xun had a complicated expression.

She held her chin in her hand and recalled the past: "I fought on the battlefield and suffered from many old diseases. After I turned thirty, my body couldn't bear it anymore and my health got worse day by day... I had long since become indifferent to life and death, but Zhang Hean didn't want me to die, so he sent people to cast a statue of the Bodhisattva to pray for me."

"But I still died, alas."

Shen Wei asked Mo Xun: "If I die, can my soul return to the modern world? Or will it cycle endlessly in this world?"

Mo Xun shook his head and looked at the majestic Buddha statue. "The instrument is damaged. I am the only one who can master the core technology of neutrinos, and it is still a semi-finished product. Neutrinos have limited consumption and will not continue to circulate after death. Shen Wei, we can't go back, never."

Shen Wei's heart skipped a beat.

The secret expectation in my heart was completely dissipated by the sea breeze blowing in my face.

It turns out that there is really no going back.

The sea breeze messed up Shen Wei's hair. Shen Wei slowly pushed the messy hair back behind her ears. When she raised her eyes, she found Mo Xun looking at her curiously. Mo Xun said, "Aren't you sad?"

Shen Wei thought for a moment and replied, "A little sad."

But being sad won't solve the problem. There's no need to be sad about the regrets of the past. She needs to think about the future. Shen Wei has to find a way to return to her original body as soon as possible.

She doesn't want to live only half a year.

Mo Xun sighed deeply, and she muttered: "Oh, I wish I had your mentality. I really want to go home, miss my laboratory, miss the unfinished experiments, and miss my cat at home - I have a cat, its name is Dabai."

The waves hit the shore, but the tall stone statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva still stood. The sea breeze blew, like a deep sigh that penetrated fate.

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The scenery of the South China Sea is extremely beautiful, and Shen Wei is staying here temporarily. Li Yuanli accompanies her to stroll around every day, and seems relaxed and leisurely.

Shen Wei tried to find out the information about the instrument in a roundabout way, hoping to activate it and return to her original body.

But Li Yuanli, this bastard, is very tight-lipped! Li Yuanli can give Shen Wei the best of everything, but he will not reveal the whereabouts of the instrument.

After dark, Shen Wei and Mo Xun grilled fish on the beach. The moonlight covered the sea, and the sea was covered with a layer of silver frost. The beach was at a suitable temperature under the night sky, and the firewood was burning, and the aroma of grilled fish spread.

"You haven't found the whereabouts of the instrument yet?" Mo Xun asked.