When Xiao Hongdou returned to Yingchun Palace, everyone had been waiting there for a long time.

"Everyone" includes those sisters who have not yet left the Spring Palace, and most importantly, everyone's teacher, Mi Niangniang.

Mi Niangniang's full name is Mi Yun. Although she is a MILF, she always understands men.

It stands to reason that she is not close to King Wen and cannot be called empress, but the Yingchun Palace is her territory, and her daughters calling her this will naturally make her a lot happier.

She is the one who is most anxiously waiting for Xiao Hongdou.

"red beans!"

"elder sister!"

"Sister Anko!"

The crowd was almost like a swarm, surrounding her in the middle.

Mi Niangniang was the first to come over. She asked the little girl next to her to serve a bowl of warm red dates and lotus seed soup, and also prepared a letter of bone-breaking medicine on the left.

After all, it was the Plague King who got excited and caused some physical damage. Mi Niangniang had also seen it before.

There once was a maid who was quite attracted to him and was almost made his concubine. Almost everyone was jealous of her.

It just so happened that he was so attracted to him that he became excited and beat her in every possible way. When King Wen woke up the next day, the girl had already died.

When the girl entered the palace, Mi Niangniang also met the girl's parents. They almost knelt down and begged Mi Niangniang to take good care of their daughter.

The best thing is to never have to leave this Yingchun Palace.

But how is it possible?

All Mi Niangniang can do is to prepare more such things, that's all.

"You, are you okay...?"

She looked at Xiao Hongdou nervously and with concern. The girl's hairpin was not messed up and there seemed to be no injuries on her face.

There is no injury on the face, so it is already fine.

She seems to be walking fairly steadily, as if...

It seems like not even a tear fell?

"Sister, are you okay? Are you okay?"

"Xiao Hongdou, tell me, Your Highness, is he really the same as the rumors say? What did he ask you to do?"

This gossip is not gossip.

Looking at the delicate faces of those girls, all they have is worry and fear.

Xiao Hongdou was stunned for a moment, and said with some stuttering: "He, Your Highness, he asked me to put on clothes."

wear clothes?

Mi Niangniang frowned.

Indeed, men's hobbies in this area can be described as chaotic, and it is natural for some people to like specific clothing.

"What kind of clothes are they? Actors' robes? Kitchen robes? Or the maid uniforms from West Asia next door?"

The girls' eyes were also fixed on Xiaohongdou. If they learned this, maybe their clothes would save their lives in the future.

"ah……"

Xiaohongdou blushed a little.

Mi Niangniang was anxious: "You are right!"

Is it possible - is it possible that he wants her to wear his dragon robe?!

Xiao Hongdou was so frightened that she shook her head repeatedly: "No, no, His Highness said that I don't have to take off my clothes when I enter the bedroom."

Mi Niangniang was stunned for a moment, feeling that she had heard wrongly.

What did that adult want to do again?

"Your Highness...did you say why you don't need to take off your clothes?"

Mi Niangniang looked straight at Xiao Hongdou.

Xiao Hongdou hesitated for a moment and nodded: "His Royal Highness said that because the weather is cold, you will... feel cold."

Once the words were spoken, there was silence everywhere.

Feeling cold?

Even their lives are regarded as nothing, but they say they will feel cold?

Mi Niangniang pondered for a moment, "So, Your Highness didn't touch you?"

Little Hongdou shook his head.

The sisters in the circle looked at me and I looked at you, with a few confused looks in their eyes.

"Maybe you're finally tired of it?"

Mi Niangniang whispered to herself.

Xiao Hongdou suddenly remembered something and said hurriedly: "By the way, Your Majesty, Your Highness asked me to say a word to you."

Mi Niangniang opened her eyes and asked hurriedly: "What are you talking about? Say it quickly!"

"Your Highness, he said he would come to Yingchun Palace in the next few days."

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Blah blah blah blah.

I peed into the Hua Xiang Pond.

Huaxiangchi is not a pool, it is just an elegant name for Han Dongwen's urinal. The incense ash of Yinyou Sandalwood was scraped into the toilet, which did not breed mosquitoes and covered up the smell.

This is Han Dongwen's third pee this morning.

"Sure enough, the kidneys are not working well..."

He muttered softly, feeling that it was unfair that he was not enjoying the pleasure, but was also having the trouble of frequent and urgent urination.

Complaints were complaints, and his thoughts quickly shifted to his previous thoughts.

"I'm not who I am anymore. Is that a game, or a game?"

Han Dongwen wiped his hands with a handkerchief embroidered with dragon pattern and gold thread.

"Did I travel into a parallel world, or did I become an NPC?"

He subconsciously touched his trouser pockets, only to find that it was impossible to take out a cigarette or lighter. He could only sigh and look back at the toilet in trance.

Fighting in games has been something that has been done since the 20th century. Consumers are increasingly demanding reality. They want to bathe, shave, ride horses, drink, and have sex in games.

Shitting and peeing naturally adds to the sense of reality.

"Damn it, I don't even know if it's real urine or fake urine!"

he thought angrily.

But actually there is no way.

No matter how realistic the game is, it can never allow players to truly feel the severe pain of knives, guns and bullets. Therefore, only in this aspect, the analog signal is restricted.

The upper limit of pain simulation cannot be higher than 30% according to legal regulations.

This does not mean that all pain sensations are scaled down, but it means that the pain simulation must not be higher than 30% of the individual's pain tolerance.

In other words, simply pinching yourself to determine whether it is a game will not work.

You must find some kind of pain that exceeds this limit to judge the current situation.

"It's probably like how burned a cigarette butt is..."

Han Dongwen thought about it, turned around and walked out of Huaxianchi. Two maids were already waiting at the door - they just lowered their heads and did not dare to take a breath, for fear of doing something to offend Han Dongwen.

They were not concubines, but as slaves, they did not need to think of ways to please him, and there was absolutely no one who would take the initiative to get closer to him.

For them, the best result is that Han Dongwen looks down on them, that's all.

So, just follow the rules and hope he doesn't get angry.

Han Dongwen looked at the two maids. They were probably older than Xiao Hongdou. He instinctively avoided his gaze, and he already understood 70% to 80% of the time.

They must have suffered "themselves" torture.

He has also thought about how to compensate these women, but the most important thing at the moment is not this, so he can only put it aside for the time being.

To put it bluntly, if Simeng's situation does not change and he dies again, according to the "rules" these women will be buried with him, so letting himself survive first can be regarded as a kind of responsibility to them.

"May I have your name?"

The sudden words almost frightened the maid who lowered her head out of fear.

Finished

Finished

Finished

Finished

Her mind went blank and she answered her name in a low voice.

But the sound was so low that Han Dongwen couldn't hear it clearly.

"...Ah, forget it, can you find me a hairpin? Bring it to the dormitory later."

Han Dongwen tried to speak as softly as possible.

When she heard the word "dormitory", the maid's body was obviously shaken, but she still knelt down and accepted.

Han Dongwen nodded, turned around and walked towards the bedroom.

At the end, he suddenly remembered something, turned around and said, "There is no need to take off your clothes then, just leave the hairpin and go back."
Chapter completed!