Shen Jiao was extremely curious about the tyrant's explanation. Had he ever eaten this flower?

When did you eat it?

Is this flower edible?

Shen Jiao was filled with unanswerable questions.

In the past, Shen Jiao would have imagined that the tyrant lived a life of luxury and pleasure.

Even something as trivial as going out to bask in the sun requires at least a company of guards to protect you.

After all, he is a prince.

However, all of this fantasy was shattered by that dream.

Shen Jiao then realized that this cruel and ruthless tyrant, who had torn tendons and bones apart, was once a pitiful little man who had suffered all kinds of hardships.

This prince's life is not as comfortable as hers as that of a commoner.

However, this so-called corpse flower of southern Xinjiang should be a plant native to southern Xinjiang, barring any unforeseen circumstances.

so--

What kind of dire circumstances would a tyrant have to eat the corpse flower, a plant that others would avoid and find repulsive?

Shen Jiao couldn't understand it.

But the human mind is always very rebellious; the more you can't understand something, the more you want to think about it, and you can't control it at all.

Shen Jiao's mood gradually shifted from that of a lazy, indifferent person to one of irritability and withdrawal.

When something is on your mind, you can't sleep well, you can't eat, and you feel particularly unhappy.

Even the crispy and delicious fried chicken legs didn't taste as good anymore.

Shen Jiao began to suffer from insomnia.

The scary thing about insomnia isn't that it causes dark circles and pseudo-sagging of the face, but that it accelerates hair loss.

Yes, her hair, which had finally grown back, started falling out again.

Shen Jiao looked at the few strands of hair between her fingers with unbearable heartache, her brows furrowed, recalling the tragic memory of losing her hair at Langya Pass.

I kept reassuring myself, "It's nothing, it's probably just that I'm not used to the climate and water in southern Xinjiang."

While comforting her, I combed her hair, and even more hair fell out.

Shen Jiao: "..."

It seems that although southern Xinjiang has a good environment, pleasant climate, and fresh air, it is still not very suitable for retirement.

After all, she doesn't want to be a bald old lady in the future.

Others, in their old age, rely on their children and grandchildren to succeed, and then become the eldest sister among a group of old ladies.

She can't just blend into a group of balding old men and become the big brother because her head can glow, can she?

This is not appropriate.

This kind of bizarre setting shouldn't be applied casually.

Because once you get into it, you can't get out, and for a long time your entire face will be twisted into a pretzel shape.

Whether it looks good or not is another matter, but it's extremely uncomfortable.

That night, the tyrant returned to his old ways and once again went for a walk on the rooftop, disturbing the peace.

It's strange, really.

Since entering the Southern Frontier, Ji Yan has not felt uncomfortable with the unfamiliar environment; on the contrary, she particularly enjoys going out.

Shen Jiao didn't want to participate in transnational disturbances. Her reputation was bad enough in the Great Yan, but to spread it to other countries was really hard to bear.

But she couldn't sleep in the inn, and when she couldn't sleep, she would start having all sorts of wild thoughts.

So, Shen Jiao slapped her thigh, grabbed two jin of melon seeds, and knocked on Gu An's door.

"Hey buddy, what's up? Did something happen? Who bullied you? I'll beat them up and leave them with sunflower seed shells!"

Gu An stormed out of the door, cursing under his breath.

Blindfolded, he looked left and right, his hand still tightly gripping his two-meter-long, barbed whip.

They're ready to make a big splash at any time.

Shen Jiao: "..."

Although you can't see it, you still need to do all the necessary actions.

What we're saying is that it creates a strong sense of identification with the female owner in a cat-and-mouse game.

"Calm down, friend. Nobody's bullying me, but something's come up." Shen Jiao smiled and waved the melon seeds in her hand.

"Hey buddy, wanna grab some sunflower seeds?"

"Crack!" Gu An casually tossed away the long whip.

The long whip was thrown in the corner like trash. Who would have thought that this was the personal weapon of the Whip King of Southern Xinjiang?

This small town is located on the edge of southern Xinjiang. Although the inns here cannot compare to five-star inns like Rongcheng Fengyulai, they are small, unique, and full of exotic charm.

The two of them, eating sunflower seeds, sat side by side on the roof.

Shen Jiao wanted to look up at the crescent moon overhead and feel the hazy, tranquil atmosphere.

As it turns out, today is a cloudy day.

She wanted to admire the flowers to calm her depressed mood from the night.

Then, with no moon and darkness, nothing could be seen.

Okay, Shen Jiao gave up on building up her emotions and asked directly, "Friend, do you know about the Corpse Flower in Southern Xinjiang?"

"I don't know much about it. Although I'm a native of southern Xinjiang, no one wants to delve into things like corpse flowers."

It was a deep, dark night, and even though there was only a bag of sunflower seeds between them, Shen Jiao couldn't quite see Gu An's face clearly.

But you can see his white teeth opening and closing.

Gu An said, "Are you curious about the Corpse Flower? People from other places are curious about this. Nine out of ten people from other places will ask about the Corpse Flower in Southern Xinjiang. Ask me anything you want to know. I should know enough to satisfy your curiosity."

Upon hearing this, Shen Jiao didn't mince words and asked directly, "Is it okay to eat?"

"Eat?" Gu An asked in shock.

They probably couldn't believe that this was a question a normal person could ask, and they almost dropped the sunflower seeds.

When others ask about corpse flowers in southern Xinjiang, it's usually out of curiosity and a sense of novelty about something unfamiliar.

I just wanted to ask and broaden my horizons.

On this basis, there will also be some people with unconventional thinking.

They mainly inquired whether the corpse flower from southern Xinjiang could be transplanted, whether it could be used in medicine, whether it was suitable as a gift for a potential partner, and whether the girl would be moved to tears if they used it to confess their love.

These are the minority.

But Gu An never expected that Shen Jiao would be so fierce!

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