The fourth stop: **Southern Xinjiang's Ten Thousand Gu Political Nest**. The officials were on the verge of mental collapse under the constant noise of insects and scarlet slogans.
The sleep wave comes gently!
The high-frequency chirping of insects is filtered into the background sound of the fields on a summer night.
The scarlet slogan flickered a few times and turned into a green fluorescent light that read "A good sleep is a blessing."
The restless poisonous insects calmed down in the fluctuations, folded their wings, and some even made rhythmic chirping sounds similar to crickets.
The officials' frayed nerves instantly snapped, not in a state of collapse, but in relief! Lying prone or supine, they slept soundly to the lullaby of the poisonous insects and the snoring of Lingbao. The cacophony of the Wan Gu had become a veritable "sleeping den."
**Section 3: The Eternal Insomniac and the Luxurious Awakeness**
News of the four royal palaces collectively "sleeping on strike" shook the continent like an earthquake. The interim cabinet members, staring at the snoring surveillance cameras in the Geunjeongjeon Hall, collectively submitted sick leave notes—there was no way they could go to work this shift!
The venomous tongue system's announcement, with its "thunderbolt-struck" wrath and ultimate judgment, resounded deep within the souls of all the bureaucrats from the four countries who participated in the "forced awakening order" (accompanied by a soft but irresistible snoring):
**[Ding! Detected that the Shikoku 'Sleep Deprivation Maniac' is illegally violating His Highness Zero's circadian rhythm and physical and mental health! 】**
**[Implementation method:** Creating environmental violence, forcibly depriving natural sleep, and distorting the biological clock.**]**
**[According to the 'Ultimate Guardianship of Infant Sleep Protection and Biological Rhythm' Regulations:** All core members (including the Prime Minister, Minister, Governor, and Technical Officers) who planned, implemented, or knew about this infringement plan will immediately be subject to the ultimate punishment - **being punished as an 'eternally awake insomniac' for one hundred years!]**
**【Penalty details:】**
1. **Status Solidification:** The punished soul will forever be in a state of **extreme fatigue but absolutely unable to fall asleep** (sleepiness MAX, probability of falling asleep 0%).
2. **Environmental setting:** Eternally placed on the edge of the "Ultimate Sleep Cradle" projected by His Highness Zero's soul (can clearly feel the sleep waves but cannot enjoy them).**
3. **Sensory Enhancement:** Hearing and sleepiness perception are raised to the limit. Eternally listen to the **soft breathing, even snoring, and sleep whispers** of the soul projection of His Majesty Zero (in peak sleep)! **
4. **Visual Torment:** Eternally watch the peaceful face of His Highness Zero's soul projection sleeping soundly (with built-in soft light beauty effect).**
5. **Recurring Hell:** Whenever the soul projection of Lord Zero naturally wakes up (stretches, yawns, smiles contentedly), the punished person's sleepiness value is immediately reset to the initial state (most exhausted state), and the cycle repeats.**
6. **Title Binding:** Obtain the title of "Eternal Panda Eyes" (soul-bound, visible in reincarnation, comes with virtual dark circles and eye bags effects).**
**[Effective immediately! Covering all heavens! Tracing cause and effect! Enforced!]**
**[Attachment: The first batch of 'eternally awake insomniacs' exclusive experience: Chief of the four countries' temporary cabinet (including technical director). 】**
Eternally trapped to the extreme!
Can never fall asleep!
Always listening and watching others sleeping soundly?
Reset the sleepiness value when waking up?
Eternal panda eyes?
Dark circle effects?!
Imagine the eternal, hopeless purgatory of watching others sleep soundly in utter drowsiness while you yourself can't even close your eyes... The bureaucrats of the four nations collapsed instantly! Especially the prime ministers and ministers, their souls seemed to be overwhelmed by endless yawns and dark circles under their eyes. The sight of the bed reflexively felt pain and fear!
In the nap corner of the General's Mansion, Lingbao turned over in Erbao's slumber zone. Her lips smacked unconsciously, and she uttered a series of vague, dreamy murmurs: "Bangbang... Candy..." A strand of glittering saliva slid down the corner of her mouth, dripping onto the cloud-embroidered pillow, leaving a small, dark, warm wet mark. The sunlight from the window filtered through the soft light, casting a fan-shaped shadow under her long eyelashes. Her little face was as tranquil as a newly opened flower bud.
Xiao Juejing stood in the shadow of the nap corner, holding a small piece of the "Eternal Sun Lamp" he had brought from the Donghuang Qinzheng Palace. It was originally blazing and dazzling, but now under the influence of Lingbao's sleeping wave, it emitted a faint and gentle warm yellow glow, like a sleeping firefly.
He held the slightly warm fragment between his fingers, his gaze lingering on his daughter's sleeping profile. Her steady breathing, her slightly open mouth, her unconsciously curled fist—every detail held the power to soothe the world's turmoil. The cold sheath of the Guihong ruler reflected the warm, filtered light filtering through the window lattice.
A deep voice, carrying a kind of enlightenment that sees through the vanity of the world and a touch of compassion, echoed amidst Lingbao's gentle breathing, like the deepest whisper:
"Burning the lamp day and night, we are determined to burn the candle until it burns out."
"Beat the drums and ring the bells to show your unwavering loyalty day and night."
"This noisy and diligent government..."
He loosened his fingers, and the docile fragment fell into the thick carpet of the nap corner. The light was completely extinguished and disappeared silently into the soft fibers.
"...the so-called 'contribution to eternal light' that they claim to be indispensable,"
He walked to his daughter, squatted on one knee, and placed his broad palm very gently on Lingbao's slightly undulating belly, feeling the most authentic rhythm of life.
In his dream, Lingbao seemed to feel the warmth of his father's palm. His little body unconsciously arched towards him and he let out a more satisfied, milky snoring sound: "Snoring~zzZ..."
The corners of Xiao Jue's hard lips curved upwards once again, a tiny but real arc. He carefully adjusted his posture, letting his daughter's little head rest in his arms.
"It's finally done,"
He lowered his head, resting his chin gently on his daughter's soft hair. His voice was so low it sounded like a dream talk, so that only the sleeping child in his arms could hear it:
"While my son was sound asleep..."
The light in the nap corner grew softer, and time seemed to slow down. Lingbao's breathing and his father's steady heartbeat intertwined into the most peaceful melody in this world.
“…The most luxurious state of mind in this world.”
The even sound of his breathing, like the gentlest tide, washes away all the restless reefs of "diligence." In the dreamless slumber of a child, the tyranny of "awakeness" of the old era collapses, and true awakening—the reverence and protection of the rhythms of life—quietly takes root in the chaotic dreamscape.
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