Chapter 27: The Romance System's Recycling Script is About to Go Big! ...
"Your Majesty! I have fulfilled my mission and obtained exclusive intelligence about Fengze!"
We just saw one off, and another one came back.
The screen reflected the tall figure of the head guard, whose voice was also loud.
However, Ying Xi could not be as excited as Lang Xun. Having just recovered from his illness, he was not strong enough and was half-leaning on the dragon throne.
When Lang Xun saw him, he instinctively lowered his voice by half: "Your Majesty?"
Ying Xi: "Go ahead and say it."
"Your Majesty knows that you want to investigate the Fengze case; you can find information about it anywhere."
“His family has no surplus wealth and he is currently all alone. Neither the Ministry of Justice nor the Court of Judicial Review have found any new clues in the assassination case. But Your Majesty wants to hear something unusual, doesn’t Your Majesty?” Lang Xun said, “My family and the maternal family of Fengze’s neighbor happen to live diagonally across from each other.”
“My neighbor is very fond of matchmaking. She knows Fengze well and has even arranged a marriage for him.”
Ying Xi didn't understand what was so special about this.
Lang Xun said, "Feng Ze's parents died early, and the Longwu Army is known for its poverty. What girl would be willing to suffer with him? But there is indeed a girl in the city who wants to marry Feng Ze."
Ying Xi originally had no intention of prying into other people's private affairs.
However, given the gravity of the matter, Fengze was different, and he wanted to inquire from multiple sources.
Lang Xun said, "That girl's father has known the Fengze family for a long time. He has some wealth and is well-liked."
"The girl is said to be quite pretty. After the meeting, she took a liking to Fengze and asked Chen's neighbor to act as matchmaker."
“The young lady was quite sensible. She believed that Fengze had fought for the country and couldn’t save any money, so she didn’t want a dowry.”
"But Fengze actually refused. Isn't that strange?"
For a brief moment, Weiyang Palace fell silent.
As the emperor, Ying Xi naturally couldn't understand the anxieties ordinary people had about betrothal gifts.
But it only took a moment for him to realize that from the perspective of Fengze's neighbors and others, Fengze had missed out on such a wonderful marriage opportunity!
Ying Xi frowned and guessed, "Perhaps the elders think the two are a good match, but he doesn't like it."
Lang Xun lowered his eyes, seemingly lost in thought. He wanted to say something, but in the end, he could only say briefly, "Your Majesty is wise."
The man before him was obedient and silent, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back, which was unlike Lang Xun's style.
Ying Xi, as if by some strange twist of fate, sensed Lang Xun's melancholy at being unable to control his own destiny.
The sound of Tian Tong's loud banging involuntarily came to mind:
"—Your Majesty, this little wolfhound likes you~"
It's absolutely... mind-blowing!
Ying Xi, of course, knew about the Lang family's situation. She asked casually, "Guard Lang, has your neighbor found you a suitable match? You are the eldest son of your family, your parents are still alive, and you have a title to inherit. You certainly won't be troubled by the dowry."
A more hidden pain point in my heart was touched!
Lang Xun took a deep breath to avoid losing his composure in front of the emperor, and said in a daze, "Your Majesty, I am willing to serve you, but I have no plans to start a family."
Ying Xi said calmly, "Of course I can't keep you confined forever. I have someone I love, and I'm thinking of marrying her as soon as possible. You should keep this in mind and not fall behind me."
Even more shocking, Lang Xun found it unbelievable. From the emperor's vague words, he could vaguely hear that His Majesty actually had someone he loved!
Lang Xun quickly went through all the noble ladies of Chang'an in his mind several times.
The first time I read it, I felt that I was not worthy of His Majesty.
The second time, I felt a mix of jealousy and intense curiosity, wanting to know who that person was.
"Guard Lang, is there anything else suspicious about Fengze?"
However, the emperor had completely changed the subject.
Even if Lang Xun wanted to press further, he had no leverage in front of this person and could only reply with a confused mind, "That's all, I'll take my leave."
Ying Xi nodded slightly: "Go down."
With the flame of their romance extinguished, Lang Xun made a dismal exit from the stage.
Just as Lang Xun stepped outside, Tian Tong asked timidly, "Your Majesty, have you truly found someone you love?"
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"No," Ying Xi answered decisively. "I don't want to refuse directly, but I want Guard Lang to understand that there is no possibility for him."
"Does His Majesty dislike Imperial Guard Lang?"
“I don’t dislike him. I admire him. He is loyal and simple.”
"So you're not even giving them a chance?"
"No. Because I admire many of my court officials."
"..."
Sweet Tong finally understood that this appreciation stemmed from looking down from above, and the evaluation criteria were character and ability, not beauty in the eye of the beholder.
The powerful, ruthless host, who utters heartless words despite his beautiful appearance, has no intention of being anyone's lover; he is an emperor.
Sweetie weakly said "Oh" again: "I understand."
Ying Xi's voice softened slightly: "Are you afraid of me?"
Sweet Tong seemed to shudder, but said in a trembling voice, "No."
"You fear that I will skin people alive."
"Do you know what will happen to those who are waiting for their military pay to support their families but are being inexplicably owed wages, and who have elderly parents and crying children at home, if I don't make an example of them?"
Sweetness fell silent for a moment.
Then, Ying Xi looked at the sky beyond the palace walls in the distance, her voice ethereal and distant: "Although I knew money was important before, I didn't feel it that deeply."
“Now we know that even under the emperor’s nose, there are refugees fighting over half a steamed bun, dancers starving to make a living, and grown men in the Qin Dynasty who can’t afford a decent dowry—money should be given to those who need it.”
"I would not be satisfied even if I skinned the corrupt officials who embezzle the people's wealth and corrupt the country."
"If we didn't think eating them would make us sick, we should chop them into mincemeat and give everyone a share..."
A strange feeling filled the sweet system's operating program.
According to Tian Tong's judgment, Ying Xi has changed from a somewhat scary person to a good person, even though, according to common sense, someone who would skin a person alive is hard to call a good person.
Sweet Tong's confidence grew stronger: "I understand. For the sake of more people, Your Majesty must be ruthless to a small number of people."
Ying Xi nodded slightly.
As a romance system, the fact that it has accepted this much has already exceeded Ying Xi's expectations.
But for an emperor, making choices is merely the most basic skill that Ying Xi learned throughout his life.
Ying Xi chuckled: "Did I scare you? Don't be afraid, I'm only ruthless like that occasionally."
"After all, if I don't strike first, these parasites will still drag down the Qin Dynasty and kill me in this lifetime."
Sweetie is a very emotional assistant.
When it clearly senses that the host is treating it kindly, its fear gradually dissipates.
Sweet Tong also really likes Ying Xi's voice, which is clear and cool, and adds a little warmth when comforting others, like snow falling on flower petals.
Sweet Tong's voice became pleasant and melodious again:
"I'm not afraid! I'm not afraid!"
"Your Majesty is the best!"
"His Majesty always comforts me, and His Majesty even promised to let me do more missions. Mwah, Your Majesty..."
Ying Xi felt a familiar headache coming on. But she was used to it. Being worshipped by the loud and boisterous Tian Tong meant that in this life, there were more people willing to rely on her.
Ying Xi replied calmly, "Mm."
As a result, the emperor's nasal "hmm" sound hadn't even left his nose yet, and the accident came too suddenly.
System task: ~~~
System Task: ~~~~~~~
The system suddenly flashed a bright red light, followed by flashes of golden light.
Ying Xi didn't understand what the wavy lines meant at all. He only saw the characters on the interface jumping around. He felt that the love system was holding back and wanted to unleash a big one.
Ying Xi frowned and drifted away after about three or five rows of wavy lines.
A line of Chinese characters appeared before my eyes; it was a system task:
Touching Xie Qianli's pectoral muscles (without clothing) (hissing sounds) (0/2)
Ying Xi: "..."
Ying Xi: "…………"
A long silence filled the imperial study.
The silence was deafening.
Even from the text alone, Ying Xi could sense the excitement in Ying Xi's eyes as he rubbed his hands together and his eyes gleamed with greed when the system issued the task.
Despite the passage of a thousand years, Ying Xi was still able to learn punctuation marks without a teacher.
The three parentheses following the task each contained increasingly sinister information, and Ying Xi only managed not to immediately overturn the table thanks to her excellent self-control.
No clothes allowed – does that mean we should just use our hands?
Hissing sounds—he's just randomly tapping again!
Zero bar two - touch twice.
Ying Xi took a long breath.
A ruler's word is law, especially when the emperor has been put in such a precarious position.
Regardless of whether there's a countdown timer or not, this task has to be done no matter how difficult it is, and even if you don't want to touch it, you still have to do it!
Ying Xi strategically picked up a cup of tea.
While drinking tea, my mind raced, contemplating ways to take shortcuts or exploit loopholes.
Why don't we just have Physician Liu and his team organize a physical examination for the members of the Dragon Martial Army?
But that's not enough; shouldn't the emperor himself personally go and inspect it?
At worst... during the collective testing of Longwu Army, he entrusted Physician Liu to give Xie Qianli a bowl of anesthetic powder.
If you knock Xie Qianli unconscious, then you can't just touch him directly with your own hands!
If things are exposed, what face will he have left as emperor? Hmph, what face will he have left then?
Yingxi couldn't hold the teacup and put it down.
My mind didn't open up at all, but my breathing became a little labored.
He thought of Xie Qianli, and the thought of touching his body again. In that instant, the magnolia tree, the medicine bottle for external injuries, and the bright silver armor that he could not remove no matter how he tried to take it off... that dragon-slaying blade that had pierced him when the country was destroyed!
Ying Xi's cheeks flushed slightly, then turned pale with anger, then turned green again.
What lingers back and forth are images, some clear and some blurry.
It is a memory that has been lost and then retrieved.
Ying Xi finally devised a way out for himself: he would summon Xie Qianli to the palace and teach him wrestling.
Jiaodi is wrestling.
Anyway, he's earned a reputation for being a playboy throughout his life.
Then he could just go shirtless and wrestle with Xie Qianli. At least he'd have an excuse. He couldn't just touch the guy a couple of times, could he?
That's what we'll do!
Ying Xi was about to summon Yu Jing to summon Xie Qianli for an audience.
Yu Jing entered without being summoned, presumably to report something to Ying Xi. She took small, quick steps and whispered, "Your Majesty, the Duke of Yingguo is requesting an audience outside the study. Should Your Majesty grant him an audience?"
Ying Xi: "..." I haven't even set up my formation yet, and you've already arrived.
In that instant, Ying Xi wanted to strike a pose like someone wrestling, to cover up the lie he was about to tell Xie Qianli.
He jumped up, but felt dizzy.
Ying Xi had the courage to wrestle with a famous general of Qin, but he was dizzy because he had eaten too little and his stomach was full of bitter medicine.
The emperor's body slammed back onto the dragon throne, his vision filled with glittering stars.
Startled, Yu Jing hurriedly shouted towards the outside of the study, "Bring porridge, bring soup, quickly get His Majesty some food!"
The system interface, trembling with excitement as the situation changed, even had its tasks adjusted accordingly:
Touch Xie Qianli's pectoral muscles (no through clothes) (hissing sounds) (right in the study) (hurry up) (0/2)
—Why is there a supplement?
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