Chapter 39 The Powerful Photographer vs. the Weak Substitute Daughter 1
Before she died, she still chose the god-level fertility pill and a gun to take to the next world.
"The second world is over."
[Congratulations to the host for completing the mission perfectly. As a reward, the attributes of this world will be superimposed on the next world. As a reward, bring one more item to the next world. The system will subsidize the purchase, no money required.]
Lin Muqing thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll buy another repair potion to take away."
【OK.】
[The male protagonist's favorability is full, and a new benefit has been applied for you, which can be exchanged for the currency of your original world. 1% favorability is equal to 10,000 yuan. Adding the previous full score world, 2 million soft girl coins have been deposited into your account. ]
This money was not there before, but now it is like picked up by hand.
Lin Muqing: "Did you really apply for benefits for me? System, you are so nice!"
[Hehe, the host is working hard on the mission, the system cannot hold you back. ]
[Does the host need to return to the modern world? ]
Lin Muqing pondered for a while, still feeling a little reluctant to leave the previous world, but forget it, he had to move on.
"No, I'm going to make money and go to the next world."
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[The Third World——The Powerful Photographer King vs. the Weak Substitute Concubine]
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cloud country.
During the rainy season, the whole capital city is covered with cloudy and rainy weather, with transparent raindrops falling slantingly.
Looking down from the plaque of Tianyuan Temple, there is a bluestone staircase that stretches as far as the eye can see.
Tianyuan Temple is hidden in the mountains with towering and majestic peaks. It is the most famous and efficacious temple in the capital.
A sturdy soldier of the Yulin Army, wearing helmet and armor, rushed up the stone steps in the drizzle, broke into the temple, and stepped into the front hall. The monks did not dare to stop him.
Yu Linjun looked at the backs of the ten concubines who were kneeling and praying in front of the Buddha statue and said in a cold voice:
"Emperor Yuan passed away at noon. The concubines who prayed for the late emperor should return to the palace immediately!"
The concubines clenched their handkerchiefs tightly and all wailed, as if the big knife hanging over their heads had finally been chopped down. They fell to the ground powerlessly and could not help crying.
Return to the palace!
What's the difference between this and death?
According to the late emperor's decree, the only fate for a concubine in the palace was to be buried with the emperor. Unless the family paid attention to them, there was a chance to save them. However, the concubine who was able to return to the palace when the late emperor was seriously ill was already abandoned by the family.
Soon, the remaining two teams of sword-bearing guards arrived. They were specifically there to escort them back to the palace, or to prevent them from escaping.
The leader was not a commander, but an ordinary soldier of the Yulin Army. He saw that there were only ten pale-faced concubines and asked, "One more person is missing. Who is it?"
"It's Shupin!"
"She said she was not feeling well and went to the toilet."
Yu Linjun ordered a guard, "Go, bring the person over."
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The entrance to the temple's toilet.
Lin Muqing, who had just woken up from the original owner's body, felt relaxed all over, but was almost fainted by the smoke!
Looking back, she saw the toilet. While accepting the original owner's memory, she walked away. At this time, the voice of the system sounded in her mind.
[Host, don't worry about anything now, just run down the mountain. The emperor has died, if you don't run away you will become the emperor's concubine buried with him. The hero... the hero is near the foot of the mountain, avoid the search of the soldiers first.]
At this time, she was located on the back mountain of Tianyuan Temple. There was a small path on the left leading back to the temple, and on the right was a hillside with no road, but it was still walkable.
"You don't want me to walk up this hill, do you?"
[The front is now full of guards with swords, only that road is empty. ]
She hesitated for a few seconds and then ran to the right. In the previous world, Jun Yuanming had taught her martial arts, so she was able to get down.
In front of me was a mountain shrouded in clouds and mist. The downhill road was winding and there was not even a step. I could only walk on the muddy road with weeds under my feet, holding on to the tree trunks and running down step by step. There was no chance to brake at all.
The stimulation made her legs and feet become more nimble.
However, she was scratched by tree branches during the process, and the pain made her take out a bottle of repair potion and drink it.
She rushed down without hesitation, her clothes were torn in two layers, her ankles were scratched and bleeding by branches, and it was drizzling.
I was enjoying my life one second and running for my life the next.
After running for a long time, the wounds on my body healed and then healed, and then got scratched again, back and forth, and there were fine bloodstains on my clothes.
I don’t know how long I ran.
She looked down and caught a glimpse of a spacious, luxurious carriage with an awning moving in the rain at the foot of the mountain, followed by two rows of sword-wielding guards holding umbrellas.
[Host, that is the male protagonist, Xi Chenmu. ]
After hearing this, Lin Muqing came up with an idea and ran to stand aside. She didn't dare to rush out of the middle, or she would be mistaken for an assassin and killed.
"Sir, please stay." She panted and pleaded, carefully sticking her head out.
Lin Muqing's simple dress was covered in blood. The groom, a young guard, soon saw her at the edge of the official road.
"籲"
"Your Highness, there is someone here." The guard respectfully glanced at the carriage through the curtain.
"What's the matter?" A clear, low, emotionless voice came from the carriage.
"Please stay, sir."
This time, Xi Chenmu clearly heard the voice of a young girl. Her voice was dry and not very pleasant, but he felt like finding out what it was.
The curtain of the carriage was opened by two fingers as white as jade, revealing a contour with smooth curved lines. The eyes were like deep pools, with a sense of alienation and distant indifference.
Through the rain, between the mountains and forests.
He met a pair of red eyes.
The girl was dressed in wolfish clothes, her black hair was wet, and she was covered in blood-stained clothes. Her raised face was wet from the rain, her lips were bloodless, she was barefoot, and her figure was slender.
Her facial features were delicate and innocent, like fragile bubbles. The brokenness in her beautiful eyes made her usually calm and peaceful eyes move.
The rain was getting heavier, first hitting the branches and then falling on her. The wolf was weak and fragile, and Xi Chenmu frowned.
"Sir, please take me back to the city..."
"Please, take me back to the city, just back to the city..."
She took two steps forward and tried to go over, but after looking at the guards behind her, she backed off again.
Xi Chenmu glanced at the increasingly dense rain, then glanced at her again, and said in a calm voice, "Sit next to the coachman."
After saying this, he found it unbelievable. The rare compassion in his life suddenly appeared today?
Lin Muqing: "Thank you, sir."
Those fragile eyes seemed to come alive in an instant. Xi Chenmu lowered the curtain, but the scene in the rain just now lingered in his mind for a long time.
Yun Yi was not a real groom, but Xi Chenmu's personal bodyguard. When the prince spoke, he made way for her to sit and continued on his way.
Yun Yi saw her frightened look from the corner of his eye, his eyes flickered slightly. In the wilderness, on the top of the mountain was the Tianyuan Temple. Because it was praying for the late emperor, it had refused to receive outsiders a month ago. There were only concubines who came to pray in the temple. He asked tentatively, "Did the girl come down from the mountain?"
Lin Muqing had already obtained the original owner's memories and the plot of this world. She had also thought of what the guard had thought of. He must have doubted her at this moment. She shook her head firmly and denied: "No, my daughter was thrown here by the criminals."
Her voice was soft, a little uneasy and lonely, and a little trembling, and seemed very cold.
Xi Chenmu paused in drinking tea.