Years of ignorance of wine and dipped lips

I very spinelessly forgot the resentment towards Jing Nian at the beginning, hugged him from behind with difficulty, dawdled for a long time, and only uttered a sentence without beginning or end. "Jing Nian, at least you can trust me."

He was reciting the heart-clearing mantra silently to dissipate the heat in his body, he broke free a few times, but to no avail, he let me go. "what are you saying?"

"I was answering your question above and above. You said that someone is watching you, so you can't trust anyone." I said seriously, "You can trust me, because I will save you."

"You? Let's protect ourselves first."

"Really, my ultimate mission is to save you." I pointed to my head, "The system told me."

Although in his eyes, my words are always unconstrained and my actions are always absurd.

I'll save him too, if he needs it.

Glancing under the table, Bai Shaohan's autographed letter had already fallen under the table in the chaos just now, I silently reached out to smash the paper and destroy it.

[Congratulations, the mission "Prevent Jing Nian from viewing the letter from Duye Palace" has been completed. 】

Maybe it was because he thought I was overestimated, or maybe it was because he regretted not allowing me to be ridiculous, Jing Nian remained silent, and he didn't turn around to expose my petty actions.It took a long time before I got up, and helped me tidy up my messy clothes with the hand that still smelled like me.

Undercurrents surged in his eyes, hiding deep gullies that could never be filled.

I'm a pebble that fell into it unintentionally.

It cannot stir up a thousand waves, but rolls over every corner in embarrassment, and the echo of emptiness resounds for a long time.

The surface of the water can no longer maintain the calmness of the surface, giving birth to the demons under the gully of desire. Through the thin clothes, I seem to feel that the demonic energy that has been subdued for a long time is faintly reborn.

A strong sense of guilt rose in my heart.

Those who have ascended to the realm are all physically separated from ordinary desires, but Jing Nian is getting farther and farther away from the original route.

Feeling very tired, I took a nap for a while, and when I woke up, I was already in the territory of Chungdu. I got off the carriage in a Jingnian coat, and caught a glimpse of Xue Jiajia from a distance. He wanted to say hello to me, but he saw My legs were still a little weak, and I covered my eyes with a groan.

"It's too much, prostitution in the daytime."

Can this person's thinking ability be sharper when doing tasks?

Jing Nian was unperturbed, and called a few children who were playing and frolicking on the street to ask for directions.

"The Imperial Palace is just ahead, I don't know how far it is, but it's the biggest golden house anyway."

"What kind of house? Ten of your houses can't compare with it. It should be called the yard."

"I think it's as big as a capital city."

"Hahaha, it's called the capital, what should the pound be called?"

Naive and naive, arguing with each other.I found that they were all dressed as civilians. Not only were they not afraid of our unfamiliar faces, but they looked at the monks curiously, and even teased the horses when they were mischievous.

One of the children enthusiastically stuffed me a paper bag, which was hot to the touch and had a scent.

I asked him, "Give it to me? What's in it?"

"Baked potatoes." He made a face at me, "Because I think my brother seems to be afraid of the cold, wearing so many clothes, eating this will keep him warm."

"Thank you for your kindness...no need."

Children still don't understand that putting on clothes is just to maintain the last decency.

He thought I was politely evading, so he patted his chest and persuaded: "It's okay, brother, you can take it, I have a lot of them at home."

Hearing this, I looked up and looked around, and found that the other people were also full of wealth. There was no beggar on the side of the road. From time to time, there were grain trucks passing through the bustling market to deliver goods. The prices of commercial goods were very high, converted into spirit stones It is not lower than Tianyi City, but no one seems to be afraid.

Sure enough, as the rumors say, it is a fertile place for the common people to live and work in peace and contentment.

Of course, these are secondary. What I am most concerned about is whether the sick emperor has a pestle for pounding grain.

However, before arriving at the imperial palace, there are more than ten statues of pestles on the road. The small ones are full of holding, the big ones stand tall, and the materials are all kinds of stone carvings, jade carvings, and gold castings.

Almost like a city totem.

After all, the richness of life depends on the food that wraps the belly to lay the foundation, so there is nothing wrong with worshiping it.

I won without breaking a sweat, Xue Jiajia sighed.

But doubts are also evident.

That is, these statues of the hammer and pestle are not single, but three in a row, without exception.

Why is it the number three?

The three characters in Qin Yuyu's real name "Qin Sanchao" can be said to be a coincidence, but now it seems that it is definitely not the case.

I ran to Qin Simu's carriage, but the man was still sulking and didn't want to come out.He had to coerce him to owe me a fish, so he reluctantly poked his head out and explained: "That's right, the number three affects the urban movement of the entire city of Chongdu, so not only three sculptures need to be built, we also need to build three sculptures." Royal father will give names of three characters even to those he favors."

"Your father is a real person, and you can give me any good characters." I counted them with my fingers, "Here, Qin is the emperor's surname, and the third is the city's luck. Then the name Qin Sanchao couldn't be more honorable."

"Yeah, father really loved sister Xiaochao the most, but it's a pity that she still..."

As soon as Qin Shuyu was mentioned, Qin Simu's face darkened, and the conversation stopped. I knew the truth was not so easy to find out, so I changed the subject generously and asked, "Can you tell me why the number three is so important?" Is it related to city luck?"

I thought he was going to talk to me about Feng Shui metaphysics.

Unexpectedly, Qin Simu replied very succinctly: "Because of Master Guoshi."

"Oh, I remember when I first met you, I mentioned that he knows divination."

"He's not only good at divination." Qin Simu's eyes were full of admiration. "Master Guoshi has great supernatural powers. He not only made the weather in Chungdu smooth and the grain harvested, but also saved the entire Yanshi tribe. Therefore, we all believe that his name is related to the luck of the entire Chungdu."

"How did you save the Yanshi clan?" I asked following his words, and was stunned for a long while. "Wait, you said, name taboo... three?"

"Yes, we all call him Master San." Qin Simu nodded, "However, he has been traveling all over the world a few years ago and rarely shows up. After all, the national teacher has been promoted to become a prophet long ago."

"Ah...really?" I responded stiffly.

Qin Simu is a clever person, he guessed what I saw from my reaction, and asked: "I only met Mr. Guoshi when I was a child, if he hadn't played with me, I would have been bored to death in the palace. I miss him very much. Do you know him too? He must have helped you too? Let me tell you, Master San is really a kind person reincarnated from a god..."

I interrupted his chatter, and denied it: "I don't know, I'll just ask casually, don't think too much about it."

It turns out that No. 3's identity in this round is the National Teacher of Chundu.

Chungdu is also a necessary place to complete the task.

Apparently that was part of his plan too, maybe I'll run into him again.

Deleting the dream program didn't help, and No. 3 was a level that couldn't be avoided.

Even Jing Nian might meet him, I dare not think about what will happen then.