Chapter 58 An Lingrong 1
[Main quest completed——Rating: S]
[Congratulations to the host for completing the mission perfectly. The mission rewards have been issued. The achievement rewards have been issued. Please check them carefully. The next mission will start in 1 hour. The countdown begins.]
Xu Zhujin had just closed her eyes with Li Yi when they arrived in this silver-white unknown space the next second. The system prompts sounded one after another, making her curious about how many prizes she had won this time.
She opened the system interface and saw that besides the items she had previously obtained and the number of lottery draws she had completed, there were only two more things in the system space:
Two balls of light, one red and one blue.
"System, how do I use this thing?"
In this space, System N1 also possessed a physical form, a fluorescent slime floating in the air. It extended two tentacles from its body and pointed at her:
"Just click on them like this."
Xu Zhujin nodded twice doubtfully, and the two balls of light merged into her body. In an instant, she understood what the two balls of light were.
If you want to use a metaphor, they are equivalent to your own skills.
The red light ball represented all the skills she had learned as Yao Jinling: needlework, hairpin making, incense making, palace management, etc. The system replicated the level of her learning in that world.
This is very necessary. In order to protect the host's physical and mental health, the system will blur their task experience after obtaining the host's consent.
Xu Zhujin now feels like she has just watched a movie and remembers every detail, but there is a layer of separation. Naturally, the skills that the "movie characters" have have nothing to do with her.
With this ball of light, her work wasn't in vain. Because her level of completion had reached the highest level, the red ball of light contained all of her skills, not even the few fragmented poison-making techniques were missed.
The blue light ball represents a new skill: Thousand Mile Tracking.
She can select three people in the new world, and after using it, she can know the whereabouts of the other party anytime and anywhere.
The map provided by the system on that day will only show the distance between the host and the selected person. If you want it to show the specific location, there are two ways:
One is that Xu Zhujin herself has been to that place and lit up that map; the other is that she drew map fragments in the lottery system, and the fragments will randomly light up a place.
But even so, it was enough to surprise Xu Zhujin.
After packing her belongings, she casually asked, "Tongzi, where is our next mission world?"
"Ah? Didn't I tell you? 'The Legend of Zhen Huan', you're An Lingrong."
"Oh, I'm An Lingrong... Hmm? An Lingrong, to be the queen?" Before Xu Zhujin could have a good chat with the system, an hour had already passed. The familiar world was spinning. When she opened her eyes, she saw a middle-aged man with a fat belly slapping a beautiful woman to the ground.
"Bitch, how dare you talk back!"
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An Lingrong glanced at the beautiful woman whose face was half red and swollen and who was stammering and not daring to speak, then looked at the middle-aged man who was fat but not greasy, and then looked at the smug and charming woman behind him, and sighed silently in her heart.
So, in a world like "The Legend of Zhen Huan" where the survival rate is already low, not only do you have to prepare for the future palace fighting life, but you also have to participate in this headache-inducing house fighting life, right?
"Master, it doesn't matter what you do to me, but Rong'er, Rong'er is your legitimate daughter, how can she be bullied by a concubine's daughter?"
The beautiful woman on the ground groped the ground and struggled to stand up. There was no resentment on her face, but rather genuine humility and stubbornness.
She gave everything for this family, but was willing to live a life being stepped on by others; for the sake of her daughter, she dared to resist her husband whom she regarded as her heaven.
Before An Bihuai could say anything, the woman behind him started to complain: "What do you mean? Our Shuyi is the most docile and obedient person, how could she be riding on Lingrong's head? Sister, if you are dissatisfied with the master's favor towards me, just say it directly. Why do you have to implicate my innocent Shuyi? Wuwuwu..."
After receiving An Lingrong's memories, she immediately understood that the charming woman in front of her was from a secret family. She was very good at pleasing An Bihuai in bed and had been quite favored over the years.
Unfortunately, her body was ruined by drugs while she was in the brothel, and she only gave birth to one daughter in all these years. Naturally, she raised her like a treasure, and she was more respectable than An Lingrong, who was born as the eldest daughter of a legitimate family.
Yesterday was An's father's birthday, and she had made a new dress for An Bihuai, which was very impressive. When An's father wore it to work, he received unprecedented praise, especially from his superiors, who were even more envious of his child's filial piety when they learned that it was made by his daughter.
Father An was so happy that he gave Lingrong a piece of good ink he had just acquired.
This caused Shuyi's dissatisfaction. She always considered herself a talented woman, and her father also loved her talent very much. Whenever he needed writing brushes, inkstones, paper and inkstone, he would think of her first.
Before Lingrong could even warm up the pine soot ink in her hands, Shuyi took it away in the name of "borrowing it for appreciation".
The mother and daughter had always known how cautious the mistress of the house and the legitimate daughter were. The two, who were used to being domineering, didn't care at all whether the other would resist.
As a result, no one expected that it was not the eldest daughter who still had some temper who got angry first, but the lady who had been silent for eight hundred years who got angry first.
But An Bihuai's butt was naturally crooked. He had clearly given the ink stick to Lingrong, but now he blamed her, thinking it was Lingrong's shallowness and showing off everywhere that caused the sisters' dissatisfaction.
After arguing for a few words, the mother was kicked to the ground by An's father. Obviously, his wife, who had always been servile, suddenly refuted him, which made this useless man feel his self-esteem was hurt.
Seeing that An Bihuai was about to fight again after being provoked by the woman, An Lingrong hurried over and protected the woman behind her:
"Father, please calm down. This is all Lingrong's fault. Since my sister likes it, I'll give it to her."
The latter sentence was directed at the concubine named Fang.
Seeing that her goal had been achieved, Fang shook the fragrant handkerchief in her hand and said, "Since the eldest lady has apologized, then our Shuyi will reluctantly accept it. Please explain the matter to the mistress and don't make the master angry again next time."
After saying that, she twisted her slender waist and went out with An Bihuai.
An Lingrong was too busy to deal with this pair of dogs at the moment. With the help of Aunt Xiao, she helped her mother up and walked into the inner room. She dismissed everyone and gently lifted her mother's underwear without giving them a chance to refuse.
Sure enough, I saw that the side of his waist was already bruised.
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