Chapter 86 After submitting the task as usual, System 10086 stood in the central hall of the Administration Bureau where people were coming and going, with his left hand...
After submitting the task as usual, System 10086 stood in the central hall of the administration bureau where people were coming and going, looking left and right.
The little girl, who was about eight years old, was delicate and pretty, blinking her big eyes, and looked very cute.
The Lord God is still not here.
Its azure eyes dimmed for a moment, and it clenched its fists to encourage itself secretly. After a while, it puffed up its chest and rushed to the mission hall with high spirits, intending to start the next mission.
Above its head, the number 100 flashed brightly. Every person passing by it could hear a rustling sound, which was very conspicuous.
It is not easy to get 100% mission completion, even a senior system who has completed several missions may not be able to get it.
Under the surprised and shocked gazes of many systems, it turned around with some pride, showing itself from all angles.
See? This is 100 points! 100 points! The first 100 points in its life!
Although it is a small system and does not have their experience and means, it is lucky enough to bind to a powerful host every time.
It just needs to listen to them, hehehe.
It’s a pity that the Lord God didn’t see it. If He knew, He would definitely touch its head and praise it.
The bustling task hall was full of systems. 10086, who was standing in a long queue ready to jump into the vortex, suddenly looked back and met those familiar golden eyes.
A little lion-tiger stood in the shadow of the mission hall, shrouded in darkness and inconspicuous.
10086 ran over excitedly and rubbed its furry head hard.
"Hey, aren't you the little system from last time? My good friend, why are you standing here instead of taking the mission?"
The little lion-tiger was somewhat dissatisfied with its action, and pushed its hand away with its claws, leaped up on all fours and pressed it to the ground, then slapped 10086's head hard.
"Don't mess with my freshly styled hair."
"What's wrong with you, my good friend? Why are you so fierce? If you are so fierce, be careful that no one will play with you." 10086 rubbed his head and glared at the little lion tiger several times.
Is it fierce? Didn't I play with it? The little lion sneered, proudly shaking its golden hair, and said arrogantly:
"Tsk, no need, I am a noble ..."
The blinding light suddenly resounded throughout the mission hall, and a looming figure appeared under the flowing changes. He interrupted the little lion's words for no reason.
10086 jumped up excitedly, and immediately put its round head into His slightly raised palm, speaking in a long and coquettish voice.
"Lord God~"
The curve of his face rose a little, he seemed to smile, and gently rubbed its head.
"Did it hurt you?"
He glanced at the little lion-tiger, and the majestic little lion-tiger lay on the ground as if its spine had been pulled out, with its golden hair drooping limply on the ground. It covered its face with its paws, trying to prevent him from noticing it.
He had never known before that the clone he created for entertainment when he was bored was so lively and cheerful.
"No no, it's a great little system. We're good friends now."
Good friend? He glanced at the little lion-tiger who covered his paws more tightly, with a half-smile. Didn’t he say before that he didn’t like this lively and noisy little Tuantuan?
"Hey, why don't other systems react at all?" They didn't even come to pay respect to the Lord God. How rude. 10086 looked around, and the systems in the queue looked normal, without stopping at all.
"Hush." He put his finger to his mouth and smiled mysteriously. The golden color in his eyes seemed to deepen.
"Because only you can see it."
10086 covered his face shyly. After a while, he opened his big blue eyes and said loudly: "Lord God is so good to me. I like you so much."
He smiled faintly and did not comment on this sentence. He just rubbed its head gently.
Then, with a gentle push, 10086 flew straight into the black vortex, and was swallowed up by it without a trace after a while.
He looked at its disappearing figure and whispered, "Go. Grow up quickly."
His little Tuantuan doesn't seem to know that all the kindness others give him comes at a price.
Unfortunately, He didn't have time to teach it this truth.
In the winter of the first year of Jingrui, there was heavy snow for several days, and countless memorials were submitted, saying that houses were overturned and collapsed, and many people were killed or injured.
The next day, the new emperor Wu Qining, who had just taken power, personally issued an edict of self-criticism, saying that his moral conduct was flawed and he had offended the heavens. He should cleanse his mind and change his ways. From now on, he ordered Song Shiwei, the Grand Tutor and Assistant Minister of the Jinzi Guanglu, to temporarily take charge of the military and political affairs of the court and exercise the imperial power.
He stayed by the emperor's side, devoted himself to study, emulated the wise kings of ancient times, honed himself, and inherited the throne in the future.
Three days later, the heavy snow stopped, the sky gradually cleared, the haze was gone, and the sun was shining brightly.
At this point, disasters and anomalies ceased, all living things gradually came to life, and life gradually returned to the four regions. The whole world was amazed.
The four-cornered bronze sparrow stove was emitting green smoke, and the charcoal fire in the stove was crackling, illuminating the room with cozy warmth.
The golden bell in the bird's beak was occasionally blown by the hot air, accompanied by two or three soft sounds. The room was filled with medicinal vapors.
The woman was leaning on the couch, hugging a fox fur coat. Her face was as pale as rice paper, except for a sickly red spot at the corner of her lips, which seemed to be the residue from coughing up blood that was not wiped away in time.
On the desk sat a bowl of warm dark brown medicine, reflecting the rare bright sunlight outside the window.
She picked up the medicine bowl and drank it all in one gulp. The bitterness exploded in her mouth, like the withered bitter chrysanthemum in late autumn, spreading along her throat to her internal organs.
Without even frowning, she picked up a scroll of memorials with the corner folded on the desk and read it carefully.
Her knuckles were jagged and veins were throbbing. She raised her eyebrows and stared at every word on the memorial with great interest.
On the desk next to hers, a lazy man was leaning casually on the couch, with his legs crossed, shaking his head and reading the memorial in his hand.
"I have received the mandate of Heaven and ascended the throne to rule over the people, hoping to bring peace and protect our country. However, the winter snow has brought disasters, the cold has been raging, the houses have collapsed, and the people have suffered. I was shocked and saddened when I heard about the death and injury, and I shed tears when I saw them..."
Song Shi glanced at him slightly, feeling a headache after hearing him read it. The man closed his mouth with some regret, and said with emotion in a rhythmic way:
"No matter how many times I have read it, I think the young emperor's edict of guilt is brilliant. Good, very good. He is worthy of being the disciple of the Grand Tutor."
Song Shiwei glanced at him coldly without saying anything.
The man picked up the secret report that had just been delivered to the table as if he hadn't seen it, glanced at it, and threw it on Song Shiwei's desk.
"The palace reported that the young emperor has been kneeling in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests for two days to pray for the people, and has not eaten a single grain of rice in two days. If he dies accidentally, the court will be in turmoil for a long time, which is really troublesome."
Her bony fingers tapped lightly on the wooden desk. After three or four knocks, she slowly stood up, hugged the fox fur coat around her shoulders, and wrapped herself tightly.
She gently pushed the door open, and the north wind outside the window blew in the snow. She suddenly coughed a few times, her shoulder blades rose and fell violently, and the jade rings on her waist hit each other, making a crisp sound.
When her coughing eased a little, she looked at her confidant who was standing with his hands folded. The corners of her eyes drooped slightly, and her tired and sickly pupils were filled with a cold light, showing a bit of sinister fatigue.
She said in a deep voice: "Go to the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests."
"It's cold these days, and going to the palace is exhausting. Your health... why don't you let me go? This disobedient little emperor will calm down with a few words of scare."
Although the man said this, he was still leaning casually on the couch, with no intention of getting up.
"No need. Prime Minister, please deal with today's memorials. I will be back soon."
The sedan chair swayed slightly. Song Shiwei leaned on the cushion, listening to the squeaking sound of snow outside. She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
The nine-ridged eaves of the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests were immersed in darkness. Song Shiwei waved his hand lightly, and his confidants immediately cleared the area and waited respectfully outside the hall.
She walked into the palace alone. Eighty-one golden lotus lanterns flickered dimly, casting a thin black shadow in the swaying posture. In the center of the huge palace, a young man knelt alone under a cattail leaf fan. Under the huge bronze statue, he looked small and pitiful.
"Your Majesty, I, Song Shiwei, request to see you." She said softly, without bowing or kneeling, and walked straight towards her.
Tap, tap, tap. The empty hall was filled with the sound of her slowly approaching footsteps.
Wearing a thin shirt and with pale cheeks, Wu Qining's back was trembling slightly, but she still knelt there stubbornly with her back straight, her clothes soaked with sweat without her noticing.
Song Shiwei stood straight in front of her and accepted her kneeling without any concern.
"I haven't eaten for two days. Give me a reason. Why?" She looked at the emperor who should have participated in politics when he reached the age of marriage but now became a puppet.
He had a thin figure and pale face. His almond-shaped eyes, which should have been majestic, were drooping softly. A small cinnabar mole at the end of his right eye trembled with his eyelashes, like a tear that could never be wiped away.
She lowered her head and let Song Shiwei look at her. When the scrutinizing look disappeared silently, she replied respectfully:
"Although the snow has dispersed, I am still worried that his actions will anger God, so I prayed in the palace and did not eat a single grain of rice to show my sincerity."
Song Shiwei sneered, not ignoring the hatred and humiliation that flashed across her eyes.
She would know the purpose of her coming. If she was really afraid of her, she should have stood up when she stepped in. Instead of silently showing her dissatisfaction and resentment here.
Still playing tricks. Song Shiwei sighed softly.
Does she feel that she needs a puppet in front of her so that she doesn't dare to destroy her?
Song Shiwei looked at her and always thought of that child.
She carefully raised the child entrusted by the late emperor, and almost treated her as her own. She taught her literature, martial arts, and the mind of an emperor. When she was young, she took charge of the government, working hard and not daring to rest for a day. When she grew up, she immediately returned the government without any greed.
Such a child that she had devoted all her life to. The first knife she used after she took power was cut at her. It took a hundred cuts before she bled to death.
Alike, really alike. But he is even less able to hide things than her. She has inherited her true teachings and is very thoughtful. Even after taking power, she still calls him Grand Tutor respectfully and intimately. She would never show such an expression before things are done.
The cold fingertips gently lifted her chin and fiddled with it casually.
It's really annoying.
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