Chapter 213 Spring Flowers vs. Autumn Cicadas

The way autumn cicadas show that they like someone is very simple, that is, they are willing to share their food with the other person.

She learned to secretly keep an eye out for the food that Jun Lin liked to eat, and every time she accepted the food from him, she would only accept half and firmly refuse the other half. She would watch Jun Lin eat it before she would smile.

When we eat, we should eat until we are full!

Jun Lin also noticed that Qiu Chan had changed, but it didn't do any harm to her, so she didn't care much. The days passed one by one, and tomorrow was the selection day.

As if to allow them to compete in the best condition, the hot spring pool was opened to the contestants tonight.

In order to be the first to take a bath, Qiu Chan didn't even have time to eat properly. He just took two days to drag Jun Lin to the hot spring. As he ran, he said angrily: "We will take a bath first, and let those bad girls wash our bath water later!"

Jun Lin was so amused by her that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He laughed softly in his heart and let her pull him forward.

When the girls are taking a bath, they always talk about their bodies and love. When they take off their clothes, Qiu Chan looks at Jun Lin and exclaims: "You look thin, but you have all the meat you need."

She squeezed her belly again: "It turns out that all the meat I eat is hidden here!"

Jun Lin leaned on the shore with her eyes half closed. She couldn't soak for too long, otherwise the lingering steam would cause wrinkles on the edges of the human skin mask.

"Chunhua, do you think I should really go on a diet?"

Jun Lin then opened his eyes and looked at her through the mist: "It's not that serious."

This is true. Yuzhu has a voluptuous and slender figure. If she were in the Tang Dynasty, she would be a top beauty. However, most aesthetics here tend to favor the slim type with a petite figure, thin waist and long legs.

She was delighted and happily scooped up a handful of water and poured it down her neck. Her rosy face, steamed by the water, looked like an alluring red apple: "Chunhua, you are so kind."

"Although you have become a little different from yourself, I still like you."

When the king comes, his long eyelashes cover half of his lower body.

Qiu Chan thought of the black mole on the lower left side of her scapula that he saw when she was undressing, and added with relief: "The old Chunhua would never give me her flesh, but Chunhua is Chunhua. I can forgive the old Chunhua, and I can also like the current Chunhua."

She came over and leaned her head on Jun Lin's shoulder, as if she had found support: "With Chunhua here, I won't be foolish enough to be bullied."

Qiu Chan is actually an insignificant little person, just one of the many palace maids in the deep palace. She does not have the intrigues and calculations of interests of those big figures. It is easy for her to remember others' good things for a lifetime just because of some small favors. It is precisely because of this that Jun Lin feels uncomfortable.

She is not Chunhua and will not always be by Qiuchan's side.

"By the way, Chunhua, did you have a husband of your dreams before you entered the palace?"

"Oh, yes. We were only thirteen years old when we were chosen to enter the palace. How could we find a husband of our dreams?"

"Oh, the more I think about it, the angrier I get. I don't know how much money that old man in the village took from others to trick me into coming here and I can't get out."

As usual, Qiu Chan kept talking, but Jun Lin didn't respond, only occasionally saying a few words.

That face didn't have any vivid expression, but Qiu Chan liked it more and more the more he looked at it.

Soon the people behind arrived, they got up and ran back to sleep soundly.

Jun Lin always had the illusion that the King of Southern Xinjiang seemed to be raising pigs.

They are fed with good food and drinks until they are fat and white, and they are washed clean so that they can be slaughtered tomorrow.

She made a "tsk" sound in her heart and frowned in annoyance.

Qiu Chan next to her stretched out his legs and kicked the quilt away, and put his hand on her body. Jun Lin sighed at the sun, took his hand away, covered the man with the quilt again, and then closed his eyes to rest.

On the second day, all the members changed into competition uniforms, with their long hair tied up, wearing loose trousers and blue silk belts around their waists. They all looked smart, neat and heroic.

The King of Southern Xinjiang finally showed up, sitting high on the main seat, next to him was the Queen hidden under a black veil. One level lower sat Shen Sinian and Yuzhu. The young man swept his eyes around and met Jun Lin's without pause, then calmly withdrew his gaze without making a sound.

"Although my name is Autumn Cicada, there are no cicadas in autumn."

Because cicadas died long ago in autumn.

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's: "Chunhua, do you think I will die?"

This was the first time that Jun Lin broke his rules in such an occasion where she shouldn't talk. She looked straight ahead or turned her head away, and just replied calmly, "No."

Qiu Chan lowered his head and stopped talking, but just held Jun Lin's left hand tightly.

"Choose someone who can take care of the queen. He must be the best in martial arts. From now on, the loser will be fed to the pigs."

The man didn't care much about it, just like talking about today being a sunny day. The words he said directly plunged him into a deep cold pond. His blood seemed to be frozen and unable to flow, and he had difficulty breathing and was almost suffocated.

Once these words were spoken, those who wanted to lose the game on purpose and were determined not to serve the queen had no way out.

If you can't win, you can only die.

The King of Southern Xinjiang flipped through the list with his cold white fingertips: "There are 112 people participating in the competition. They will fight each other in pairs. The loser will be directly kicked out."

With a flick of his wide robe embroidered with dragon patterns, the brutal competition began under his gentle and smiling gaze.

The crowd was stunned and even forgot what to do next, which meant that out of the 112 people, 111 would die.

Qiu Chan's heart suddenly ached, and he pleaded in a trembling voice, "Chun Hua, you must win..."

Jun Lin's fists clenched suddenly, veins popped out on the back of his hands, his eyes half-covered by his long eyelashes were filled with anger, and the soft lines on his face became cold and hard.

The game has begun.

The selection that originally not many people cared about suddenly became filled with a suffocating sense of death.

Everyone seemed to be trying desperately to survive by any means necessary, with each move being ruthless and directed at taking lives. However, there were always losers in the competition, and amidst the cries of pain, people were constantly being dragged away and secretly dealt with.

"Please, Your Majesty, I don't want to die, please spare my life!"

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, I can do anything for you! Please! Please don't feed me to the pigs!"

"Your Majesty, please!!!"

The hysterical crying continued, but the King of Southern Xinjiang never responded. The number of people decreased sharply until only two were left.

Junlin and autumn cicadas.

Qiu Chan was covered in blood, and she couldn't tell whether it was someone else's or her own. In comparison, Jun Lin looked much cleaner.

She looked at the face that remained as cold and unchanged as ever, opened her mouth, and said something that shocked everyone in the audience.