The emperor talking to himself?
Xiao Nanhui moved closer, put his face on the oilcloth used for separation, and gently hooked a gap in the cloth with his fingers.
Su Wei sat with his back to her behind a long table in the small tent.
He was still wearing the same dark blue shorts, even the gray marks on his cuffs and shoulder blades were still there.
Sure enough, the emperor did not come to change clothes.
She squeezed forward again and put her ear closer.
This time she heard it clearly.
However, she still didn't know what the emperor was saying. To be more precise, she could clearly hear every syllable and tone of his words, but she had no idea what he was saying.
Xiao Nanhui had traveled extensively with Xiao Zhun in his early years. Although he couldn't be said to be fluent in all dialects, he had heard some of them even if he couldn't speak them himself.
But what the emperor whispered was a language she had never heard before, and it did not sound like the dialect of any state.
The wind outside had completely stopped, and the surroundings were so quiet that one could clearly hear the man's staccato breathing.
Although it was just after noon and the sky was bright, the curtains of the tent were drawn tightly and the corners were pitch black.
Her eyes fell on the case.
There was a candlestick on the table, which was the only light in the tent.
And next to the candlestick, there was only one thing.
It's like a scroll, half of it is now unfolded, and the other half is still rolled up.
A military newspaper? When was the first time there was a military newspaper this long?
Xiao Nanhui narrowed her eyes and stared at the black dots on the scroll for a while. She could barely make out one or two characters, but she felt that the characters were like scribbles, which made her completely confused.
A generation of emperors sat in front of the desk, looking at unknown words and muttering in unknown language.
This scene is really weird no matter how you look at it.
In the past, Yao Yi had told her stories of ghosts possessing humans. It was said that after a ghost or spirit selects a suitable body, they will find a way to occupy the mortal's flesh, enjoy it for a while, and then discard it at will. Yao Yi also said that some people are born to be the "preferred vessels" of ghosts or gods, but without the blessing of pure magical power, most will die young.
Xiao Nanhui's eyes flashed with the relic beads in the man's hand, and his heart skipped a beat.
Even in the afternoon when the Yang energy was at its peak, she still felt an inexplicable chill on her back.
The curiosity that had just arisen in her heart made her forget the original purpose of her visit. Now she was suddenly awakened and felt that her behavior was simply like a demonic disorder, which was absolutely wrong.
The closer she was to him, the more she did things differently from before.
Xiao Nanhui decided not to wait for the opportunity to change shifts and retreat as soon as possible.
Almost at the moment when this thought formed in her mind, the low chanting suddenly stopped.
She didn't dare to move for a moment and could only maintain her original posture, with only her eyes turning towards the man.
The emperor was still sitting at the desk. He paused for a moment, rolled up the scroll on the desk and put it away, then slowly stood up.
He stretched his body slightly. His tight clothes were not as loose and flowing as the ones he usually wore. They only made his usually thin figure look more distinct with broad shoulders and a thin waist.
Then he began to slowly remove his waist belt and take off his dusty outer garment.
Xiao Nanhui's eyes quickly turned back and his breathing became rapid.
However, just because the eyes can't see doesn't mean the ears can't hear. There were rustling sounds coming from the other side, and after a while, there were footsteps coming towards her direction.
She was startled and quickly lowered her head, but she didn't expect that the hairpin on her head hooked the half piece of linoleum and pulled it hard.
The next second, she felt her scalp twitch, and half of her hair fell down instantly.
She hurriedly raised her right hand and felt towards her head, but could not find the jade hairpin that she used to wear. She lowered her head and felt around on the floor of the shed, but still found nothing.
At this moment, Xiao Nanhui finally understood what it meant when misfortunes never come singly. Her heart, which had been beating wildly from the beginning, now seemed to slow down.
She held her breath, her eyes fixed on the figure that was so close.
The emperor stood only two steps away from her nose, still holding his outer garment in his hand.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment. After an unknown amount of time, the figure moved again, put the clothes in his hands aside, and then took a few steps towards the wooden clothes rack not far away, as if thinking about which clothes to change into next.
Xiao Nanhui took advantage of this opportunity, quickly reached his hand through the oilcloth, and carefully groped through the pile of soft silk.
On the other side of the linoleum was a soft couch with a few clothes piled on it. Thanks to these clothes, her hairpin made no sound when it fell to the ground.
She was so anxious looking for it that she didn't pay much attention. She just felt her fingers suddenly brush against something cold and hard, which seemed to have the texture of jade. She quickly grabbed it in her hand.
Before she could make a closer look, the man not far away took the clothes and walked over again.
Through the gap between the cloth, she could only see a vaguely visible male body inside the half-open thin inner garment. The delicate skin and undulating lines of muscles and bones were clearly visible.
Xiao Nanhui widened his eyes.
In a flash, she escaped from the shed, not caring whether the man heard her or not. She even forgot to fill in the hole she had just dug, and practically ran away from the camp.
In the small tent, a tall man stared at the linoleum behind the soft couch without blinking.
After a long while, he continued to change clothes slowly.
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