Chapter 219 The Man in the Underground Palace
Jun Lin had no idea how to describe Wu Shi. If he had to describe him, it would be eight words:
He is idle and just waits for death.
He runs around aimlessly every day. He shoulders the responsibility of the entire Yin-Yang family but just fiddles with flowers and plants. He doesn't care about the lives of others. He has no ideals. As long as there is a flower, he can always feel good.
One person, an umbrella, and a bag of flower seeds can walk to the end of a path.
His life was extremely monotonous and yet brilliantly colorful, like a foggy mirror filled with gray dust, but behind the dust there was a fire spreading all around, a rose garden burning fiercely.
Just as Wu Shi just said to the King of Southern Xinjiang, it doesn't matter whether the Yinyang family prospers or perishes, and so does he.
It doesn't matter whether you are cold and destructive like gray dust or hot and flourishing like a burning rose.
He is free, like the virtual and real mist. This noble sentiment without any shackles has become idleness and waiting for death here in Junlin.
Well, she admitted that she was quite jealous of Wu Shi.
"When I have time, I want to see how flowers and trees are grafted."
Wu Shi's voice brought her back to her senses, and Jun Lin said in a businesslike manner, "You need to find the King of Southern Xinjiang to make an appointment for me first."
You can't make an appointment with me unless the master gives the order.
Wu Shi curled his lips and smiled: "Why do you, a little palace maid, act more like the master? The King of Southern Xinjiang is your subordinate."
That's right, just like a modern big boss saying he's very busy and if he wants to see me he has to make an appointment with his secretary in advance.
The King of Southern Xinjiang is that miserable secretary.
Jun Lin: "Please do not slander my sincerity to Your Majesty."
How can you destroy someone's innocence for no reason?
Wu Shi laughed and didn't respond. He held up the umbrella and looked forward again: "I will ask the King of Southern Xinjiang for it in the future."
He left.
Today she was not wearing a black robe or a red shirt, but a light blue silk dress that almost blended in with the sky.
It's foggy.
His figure was hazy and distorted in the mist, and disappeared without a trace in a few moments.
The thick fog dissipated, Jun Lin withdrew his gaze, and returned to the palace to report.
No one knows what the King of Southern Xinjiang is busy with recently. He must go out at night and instructs Jun Lin to take good care of the Queen. Jun Lin nodded and has been fulfilling his duties conscientiously in the past two days.
The Prince of Southern Xinjiang came back for spot checks several times. He either saw her gently wiping the back of the Queen's hand with a towel, or saw that no matter how sleepy she was, her eyes were as wide open as bells and she was alert to her surroundings.
Very satisfied, the King of Southern Xinjiang gave rave reviews to the useless Chunhua, and then he went back to work with peace of mind.
He was relieved, and Jun Lin was also relieved. He hid in the middle of the night and went to the study.
The advantage of having high martial arts skills is that even her aura can be concealed almost perfectly. Without her high level of Taoism, it would be almost impossible to detect any clues when she is deliberately hiding.
The study was the place where an emperor spent the longest time. When he was busy, he would even stay overnight here to review memorials. As a fellow emperor, Jun's presence was all too clear, and valuable intelligence could definitely be obtained here.
She controlled her breathing and sneaked in carefully, holding her breath and listening carefully to be alert for any noise at any time. Her dark eyes used the hazy moonlight reflected from the window to quickly explore with great purpose and planning.
It was obvious that he had planned it in advance. He started to flip through the heavy bookshelves in an orderly manner, feeling for any mechanisms. From time to time, he bent his index finger and knocked on the wall to see if he would hit a hollow dark room.
The text was thick and heavy. Her fingertips carefully touched the patterns on the scroll and then lifted it up to check if there was any hidden secret behind it. Just as she was immersed in her exploration, there was a sudden sound of subtle yet heavy footsteps outside the door.
Is a male.
She immediately retreated under the main table. There was a small cabinet without a door in the middle of the table. Anyone who squatted down could clearly see the small ball hidden there.
The air felt like it was filled with needles, and the fear of being exposed with every breath would prick one's heart and make it feel panic and pain.
But Junlin won’t.
She was so calm that even her hands and feet didn't tremble at all. She just squinted her eyes and kept a constant eye on the situation outside.
Yes, how could she be trembling? Otherwise, how could she be able to sit on the throne with her hands confidently placed on the sword of power?
The door was pushed open, the footsteps were getting closer and closer, the corners of the indigo clothes were swaying in the sight, Jun Lin tightly grasped the dagger half-hidden in the sleeve, his slender eyes were as dark as the abyss.
The King of Nanjiang skillfully went to the four corners of the room to activate the mechanisms. The formation was operating and a muffled sound of gears turning came from under the ground. After a while, the solid floor that Junlin had inspected suddenly became hollow, and the square floor moved away automatically. The King of Nanjiang walked up the stairs and entered the dark and damp underground palace.
Jun Lin could only rely on the sound of his footsteps to identify where he went, and he didn't dare to act rashly until he came out.
Like a hunter in the dark, she is patient enough to remain lurking in the same posture for a long time.
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of gears turning was heard again, and the King of Southern Xinjiang came out of the room in a good mood.
After she could no longer hear the footsteps and made sure it was absolutely safe, she stretched her body and searched the four corners with a clear purpose.
There is still a mystery.
At first she went straight to the bookshelf to hang the paintings, but she didn't expect that the agency was in this inconspicuous corner.
The four mechanisms were pressed, the sound of gears turning was heard, and a wooden board moved away automatically, revealing an underground palace with dim candlelight inside.
Jun Lin was horrified. He clenched his fists slightly, and walked deeper along the wooden stairs with a sullen expression.
The top of the underground palace is cleverly designed, with numerous mechanisms complementing each other. When you step on the floor in the study, you won't feel hollow, and it's very confusing.
The underground palace was not big, and it only took a few steps to reach the end. Jun Lin saw at a glance a creature with limbs locked with thick iron chains, kneeling on the ground silently. He could barely make out that it was a humanoid creature.
His long hair was like dead grass stuck together, his face was covered with wounds that were rotten and festering, his clothes were torn into pieces and hung on his body, his skin was covered with scars and looked horrible. He lowered his head, and even though Jun Lin deliberately made light of his footsteps, he did not raise his eyes.
Exuding a nauseating stench, the ugly monster gasped from time to time, like a broken box blown into a strong wind, making a piercing sound.
"Who are you?"
Jun Lin took a step closer to him.
"Why did the King of Southern Xinjiang imprison you here?"
Another step closer.
She kept talking, as if trying to wake the man up, and she moved closer and closer, ready to lift his chin to see his face.
The soft female voice seemed to come from the sky. The man's fingertips, as quiet as death, trembled suddenly. He seemed to be trying hard to lift his eyelids. The hem of Jun Lin's skirt was reflected in his cloudy eyeballs, like the undulating waves of the sea.
The whole galaxy of stars ripples in the woman's skirt, hiding the softest dreams.
“My dear…”
The man's broken voice was harsher than plastic scratching glass.
“My dear…”
He was in a state of confusion, staring at the hem of women's skirts almost obsessively, and fell into an endless nightmare.