[Chapter 168 Chapter 168 Becoming a Popular Person after Divorce (45)]
The original body refused to let herself become a sharp blade to stab the same sex, so the system killed her on the grounds that the mission had failed.
Luo Mingyan opened up and said a lot of things.
For example, she was a corporate slave who joined an interior design company right after graduating from college.
For example, she grew up in a social welfare home.
For example, at the beginning she was also immersed in the changes brought about by the system. In order to complete the task, she did not hesitate to fight with the concubines in the palace and act as a bootlicker to please the emperor.
Until the concubine she framed was stabbed through the heart by the emperor in front of him.
Growing up under the red flag, she was so frightened that her hands and feet turned cold, and she fell seriously ill after returning to her bedroom.
She realized that this was wrong, but the system didn't give her a chance to turn back.
Because she discovered that the system, which could only constrain her to complete tasks through punishment and rewards, could actually control her body.
It turned her into a puppet.
Yan Qing was silent for a long time. The current Luo Mingyan came from the period when the heroine was in solitary confinement.
The timeline is after the heroine destroyed the Dog Emperor's plan against the original owner.
So the original owner did not go through the original plot and marry into the palace, but instead married Han Sheng.
The heroine did it out of protection for her.
Grasping the key point in Luo Mingyan's words, she analyzed: "The system's control over your body may come from the transformation of you."
It is like a mechanic, and those rewards such as "bright eyes" and "slender waist like a willow" are the parts it gives.
The modified host body can be manipulated at its will.
However, in the absence of a perfect match, controlling the host body also requires consuming one's own energy.
This is also the reason why it fell into a deep sleep.
Luo Mingyan's eyes were filled with admiration: "It must be like this!"
She is indeed a woman who has the courage to break the rules, save tens of thousands of victims, and even dares to ignore the emperor!
She felt she was saved.
The thought brought tears to her eyes again.
She sniffed. "There's another thing I find very strange. That's His Majesty, ahem... the initial favorability of the Dog Emperor towards the original owner of this body is only 20."
Yan Qing suddenly felt a stream of clear water washing away the dust in her mind. She suppressed her guesses and said softly, "You should take good care of your injuries first."
Luo Mingyan hesitated and thought about her, biting her lip and stopping herself from speaking.
"Just say it directly." Yan Qingqian said with a smile.
She blushed: "Before the system fell asleep, it gave me a task, it was to find a way to make you and Zuo Xiang reconcile."
Forcing loving couples to separate is what this lousy system can do.
I have something to say in my mind but I don't know whether I should say it or not.
"That's easy." Yan Qing said without any burden, "Is there a reward?"
Luo Mingyan blinked in confusion, met her calm and clear eyes, pursed her lips and nodded: "Yes, it's the fertility pill."
The rewards given were all useless things used to consolidate her favor. She began to wonder if the system was a piece of meat that fell off a man's body in the previous life.
Yan Qing's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Then find a way to send her out of the palace."
This kind of thing doesn't have to be used on women.
The purpose of the system proposing this task is probably that it has not given up on letting Luo Mingyan capture Han Sheng.
In the final analysis, it was just to consolidate the dragon energy in Chen Yanshu.
The more stable the hero's luck is, the more energy it can obtain.
No wonder Chen Yanshu cared so much about his reputation. In the feudal dynasty, the people's hearts were the source of the emperor's purple aura.
After Luo Mingyan's injuries recovered a little, Yan Qing and she got on the carriage back to Beijing.
With her around, it was inconvenient for Han Sheng to enter the carriage, so he rode a horse alone and followed the carriage.
The people responsible for escorting them were the constables from the government office.
Along the way, she heard people praising Yan Qing and others for their disaster relief efforts in Pingnan, but after arriving in the capital, this trend became more of a definition of her identity.
They would say that the general had a good daughter, and that the left prime minister had a sharp eye and married a good wife.
Of course, some people also accused her of violating ethics by showing up in public at will as a woman.
While taking a break in the teahouse, I heard whispers in my ears.
"Have you heard that Miss Jiang, the Minister's daughter, died after fasting to lose weight because His Majesty wanted a thin waist?"
"Didn't Miss Song from the west of the city suffocate herself to death because of her corset?"
"Everyone wants to learn from the Imperial Concubine to be as flexible as a willow to please His Majesty."
Han Sheng looked stern and slammed his palm on the table: "Nonsense! How can Dayan have such a bad atmosphere!"
Aristocratic ladies were the first to become popular, and slim waists became the rage in the capital, and the common people followed suit.
Going on a hunger strike and tying one's waist, isn't that playing with life? !
Luo Mingyan, who was wearing a veil on her head, was frightened by the sound of him slamming the table and shook her shoulders. She looked at Yan Qing guiltily.
Although this matter was not her initiative, it was caused by her.
Yan Qing frowned and fell into deep thought.
Nowadays people corset their waists, will foot binding appear in the future?
Women are always the pitiful ones, having to be trimmed and shaped by the world.
Yan Qing got off the car in front of the prime minister's residence first, and Han Sheng was responsible for sending Luo Mingyan back to the palace.
I haven't seen the two girls for a few months, so I had to listen to them act cute and act coquettish.
Liangchen's face turned red with embarrassment after hearing her words. Meijing pinched her chubby face and complained that she had lost a lot of weight since the young lady was not at home.
Lian Qiao, who was standing by, said, "Sister Meijing just ate a braised pork elbow and is almost suffering from indigestion."
"Little Lianqiao, I'm not done with you!"
The two equally lively little girls were having a quarrel.
Liangchen took off her cloak, and Sanniang brought her some hot tea: "Warm yourself up first."
Looking at the cozy scene in the room, she held a cup of hot tea in her hand, her face was white and rosy with water vapor, and a warm curve appeared on her lips.
At night, Yan Qing went to bed first, and Han Sheng returned from the palace with cold dew on his body.
He first warmed himself by the stove, then went up to the bed and carefully held her in his arms.
Thinking of how Madam Bai Ri looked worried, his heart suddenly tightened and he felt a little flustered for no reason.
"Husband." Yan Qing looked at him with a smile, "It's cold, and sweating is good for your body and mind."
Han Sheng thought of that beautiful night and felt his ears burning.
Yan Qing's slender fingers moved down his chest and gently grasped a green pine tree in the mountains: "Be safe, I'm cold."
Eyes are as red as autumn water, face is ashamed of spring flowers.
"As a husband, I will make you satisfied." The man held her red lips and carefully explored her pearly teeth and tongue.
Yan Qing relaxed her body, her tender white arms clasped his broad shoulders, and her well-proportioned long legs kicked up the red phoenix quilt.
The bond is seamless, like a lock and a key.
It is that:
One night the spring breeze warms the tent, and the mandarin duck quilt is covered with red waves.
The red and jade doors welcome you, and the dew-stained lotus blooms to welcome you.
A ray of morning light peeked through the window, and Yan Qing was sitting upright at the dressing table.
The bronze mirror vaguely reflected her charming face, and the wooden comb between her fingers was roaming in front of the long hair hanging in front of her chest.
"Good morning, ma'am." Han Sheng, neatly dressed, stood behind her and spoke in a gentle voice.
His eyes fell on the red mark on Yan Qing's neck. Thinking of Meng Lang last night, his face turned slightly red and his eyes reflected embarrassment.
Yan Qing looked into the bronze mirror, lowered her eyes and whispered, "Husband, let's get divorced."
Han Shengjun's face turned pale, as if he had fallen into an icy pond and all the blood in his body froze.
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