Chapter 1472: This is a BUG (Part 2) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]
Shen Tang didn't want to talk about it, but Kang Shi brought up the very thing she didn't want to discuss.
"Does Ji Mo Lang Jun mean that the Lord doesn't actually need to do that to protect Wu Hui?" The Lord just wanted Ji Mo Qiu to finish the rest of his sentence, but the Lord's actions were too strong, and he didn't give Ji Mo Qiu a chance to finish the sentence.
Ji Moqiu blinked: "Is this something I can say?"
"Shut up, you two. I won't pretend you're mute."
Seemingly sensing that his master was somewhat embarrassed and angry, Kang Shi wisely shut his mouth to avoid getting a beating.
He steered the conversation toward Chu Yao.
"Time waits for no one, please help me, Gentleman Jimo."
Shen Tang's attention was successfully diverted.
"Do I need to prepare anything?"
"Your Highness only needs to focus on your inner self and guard your mind. Remember who you are and what you are doing, and do not lose yourself in it."
The virtual dream constructed by the perfect ritual is different from ordinary dreams. The latter is merely simple brain activity, while the former contains the power of the laws governing this small world, which restricts those who enter. Once one becomes addicted, one may be trapped there forever.
Oh, so he died.
Shen Tang noted it down: "Alright, let's begin now."
She wanted to make it a fait accompli before the others arrived. Although she wouldn't give up the idea of getting involved, she couldn't bear to see the people she cared about and who cared about her worrying about her safety.
Shen Tang had a very thorough understanding of his subordinates.
When Qi Shan arrived after hearing the news, she knew things were going badly as soon as she saw the situation, and almost wanted to fight Kang Shi to the death: "Aren't you going to stop him?"
Kang Shi was furious: "If I could stop him, would I let Gu Wangchao come here at the perfect time every day, spouting sarcastic remarks?"
Why is Gu Chi so obsessed with his "three wives"?
It's all because this guy was a step behind but wanted to surpass others. He got his current status entirely because of his own fighting and snatching, and his scheming.
Hoping Kang Shi would stop Shen Tang is less desirable than hoping Qi Shan would arrive sooner! Perhaps he could even resort to crying, making a scene, and threatening suicide to force the Lord to choose between him and Chu Yao, thus resolving the age-old dilemma of "If I and your mother fell into the water, who would you save first?"
What can Kang Shi use to stop them?
He held a sword to her neck, threatening her with death.
Half a sentence was enough to break the master's guard, and she even took a step forward and started cursing the heavens and the earth, ready to overturn the table.
Qi Shan was so angry that her fingers trembled.
They wished they could sacrifice their own family for the greater good.
Shen Tang was completely unaware of the chaos outside. After a strong feeling of weightlessness, a sweet floral scent mixed with the earthy smell filled her nostrils. She slowly opened her eyes, gradually adjusting to the light, and then realized that she was standing on an unfamiliar ridge.
All around are endless fields of beautiful flowers.
What about Wu Hui?
Walking along the ridge, Chu Yao was nowhere to be seen.
Just as she was becoming increasingly anxious, a piece of white paper floated down, with a few lines of words written on it in delicate handwriting.
[I'll pluck a flower from this place, the one you'll find most pleasing.]
This is the day you have been waiting for.
【Remember this——】
The flower field is vast, with countless blossoms, but only one is truly yours. If you choose the wrong one, you will fall into an abyss of no return.
Shen Tang went back and forth several times, gasping for breath: "...This is not just tens of thousands of flower branches, it's more like 'ten million'... Ten thousand acres of flower fields, ten million flower branches, and every flower is almost the same size... And you stipulate that you can only pick one flower, isn't this deliberately making things difficult for people? No, what about the flower picking standards? The organizers have the right to interpret them?"
In Shen Tang's eyes, this perfect ceremony was no different from playing the rogue.
Circumstances dictated her actions; Wu Hui was still in their hands, and she could only grit her teeth and carefully examine the note, hoping to find a key to breaking the deadlock from a few words. But no matter how hard she studied it, it was just an ordinary piece of paper, nothing special.
Unfortunately, she had no choice but to change her approach.
Start with the flowers in the flower field.
"It's just an ordinary flower no matter how you look at it..."
Shen Tang dared not reach out and touch any of the flowers here, fearing that these flowers might try to extort money from her, and even more so that the "organizers" might play word games and imply that touching them would be considered as her picking them: "The smell and color are nothing special."
Holy crap!
As soon as she got close to one of the flowers, the blinding white light made her feet sink, and a strong feeling of falling shot straight to the top of her head. Shen Tang forcefully suppressed her instinct to grab something to save herself until she could feel her feet again.
"Is this... Xiaocheng?"
She was standing beneath a high wall that had been ravaged by war.
Above the city gate hangs a stone plaque inscribed with the words "Xiaocheng" (Filial City).
Perhaps due to the recent war, the city was desolate and sparsely populated. The city gates were not strictly checked, and Shen Tang casually grabbed someone's travel permit and slipped in. The city's layout was almost identical to Xiaocheng in her distant memories, and she searched everywhere for people to ask about the location of Yuehua Tower.
"Yuehua Tower?"
"Never heard of it."
There is no place called Yuehua Tower in the city.
Several people gave the same answer.
"Really not? Yuehua Tower is a male-female brothel, and it's said to be quite famous locally." As soon as Shen Tang finished speaking, she attracted disdainful or scrutinizing glances from the other party, who seemed curious that such a young and beautiful woman would have such a fetish.
Some well-meaning people pointed out that the city is a hub for brothels and entertainment venues.
You might be able to find it there.
Shen Tang followed the directions and went there, but she gave up the idea after just one glance—she remembered that back then, Xiaocheng vigorously developed the color business, and more than half of the valuable commercial areas were converted into Nanfeng Pavilion. The place in her memory is now an old residential area.
They then pulled another person aside to inquire about the country's name and era name.
Passersby shrank back in fright, as if Shen Tang had asked a terrifying question: "What country name or era name is there anymore?"
This place is now the territory of the warlord surnamed Chu.
"Surname Chu? What's your given name?"
"How dare we commoners know the names of important people?"
The common people were terrified of these warlords. Shen Tang made inquiries and finally found out that the warlords in this area were from the Chu family. Their leader was named Chu Jie and was a former citizen of the Chu Kingdom. After the country was destroyed and his family was destroyed, he and his brother Chu Yao supported each other and started their own business from scratch.
"Chu Yao? Chu Wuhui?"
Good news, Chu Yao exists in this world.
Bad news: This Chu Yao is not the same Chu Yao as before.
Shen Tang decided to meet this person.
Having learned of the Chu warlord's latest military operation, Shen Tang pawned her belongings and bought an old mule to give chase. Don't ask her why she didn't use a motorcycle; this world seems to be a normal ancient feudal setting, without meteorites that could change the world order, and without supernatural powers like literary talent and martial prowess.
It took Shen Tang half a month of searching to find it.
"It's been so hard to find!"
Half a month of living in the open and feeding mosquitoes had completely exhausted her patience. Ignoring the fact that it was a military camp and commoners were not allowed to approach, she casually broke off a stick as thick as her arm, sharpened both ends, and barged into the military camp: "Tell Chu Wuhui to come out and see me!"
"What kind of thing dares to address the strategist by his given name?"
The camp's guards stepped forward to stop them, but before they could finish speaking, they were either kicked by Shen Tang or swung at the back of the head, spinning and making intimate contact with the ground. In the blink of an eye, four or five men were on the ground, an act that had stirred up a hornet's nest.
The watchtower soldier drew his bow and shot an arrow.
Shen Tang either dodged or directly knocked them away, moving with ease as if he were in an empty field, and said, "Let Chu Wuhui come out to see me!"
She was not afraid of hidden arrows, nor of swords and spears.
Even seven or eight burly men working together couldn't subdue her single-armed strength.
Soldier:"……"
What kind of monster is this?
As more and more soldiers fell to the ground groaning in pain, Shen Tang's clothes remained only slightly soiled, and fear gradually filled the soldiers' eyes. Facing Shen Tang alone, a hundred or so men were still being pushed back, and none dared to advance.
Shen Tang repeated this for the third time.
"Bring Chu Wuhui out to see me!"
"Or, I can break in and see him."
The soldiers dared not underestimate the danger and turned to rush to the main camp to deliver the message. About fifteen minutes later, the sound of rapid hoofbeats approached from afar. Shen Tang raised her eyebrows and looked at the middle-aged man on horseback.
He wore a scholar's robe, his temples were slightly gray, and fine lines had already appeared at the corners of his eyes.
This was a side of Chu Yao that Shen Tang had never seen before, a side of him in his forties.
The Chu Yao she knew had gray hair, but always maintained the appearance of a young man in his late twenties. This Chu Yao, however, was weathered by life, his dark eyes filled with deep calculation. He was both incredibly mature and utterly unfamiliar: "Is this Chu Wuhui?"
The middle-aged man tightened the reins and dismounted.
He had just received news that a formidable warrior, capable of taking on a hundred men single-handedly, had arrived outside the camp. He charged in without warning, felling over three hundred men in his path. Not only was he exceptionally skilled in close combat, but his archery was also superb. He snatched a large bow from an archer and pierced the red tassel on a general's helmet three hundred meters away with a single arrow, terrifying the soldiers so much that they practically scrambled to get reinforcements. Keep in mind that even the legendary archery contest at the gate only resulted in a little over two hundred men!
Before they even saw the enemy's face, an arrow from the sky pierced their forehead. Wouldn't it be incredibly easy for the enemy to kill whomever they wanted?
Strangely, the other party specifically requested to see Chu Yao by name.
So he came.
"Do you know the warrior's name?"
“Chen Youli”.
Do we have any grudge against each other?
"We have no grudges against each other."
The two questions left the middle-aged man puzzled: "If there was no enmity between them, why did the warrior trespass into the military camp and injure the soldiers?"
"Of course I came to see you." Shen Tang crossed her arms over the gun she had snatched and said arrogantly, "I injured them because they were preventing me from seeing you. If they hadn't stopped me, why would I have hit them?"
It's not that she wants to hit people, it's that people want to be hit.
Middle-aged man: "..."
Even with his vast experience, he was stunned by these words, and Chu Jie, who arrived shortly after, almost stumbled and twisted his ankle. The soldiers who overheard the conversation looked at each other strangely, secretly wondering what this man's relationship was with their strategist—don't let this burly man's sloppy attire fool you, he has handsome features, bright eyes like stars, and eyebrows like mountains; with a little grooming, he would surely be a magnificent and handsome man.
This face is perfect for both boys and girls.
Is he the strategist's son?
Or is it a romantic debt owed to the strategist?
Everyone held their breath, waiting to see how things would develop.
The middle-aged man was puzzled and tried to recall if he had seen Shen Youli somewhere before. If he had, with her outstanding beauty and her fierce skills that allowed her to fight against a hundred men, he couldn't possibly have no recollection of her.
"I, Chu, have never seen a warrior."
"Really no recollection? Don't you find me approachable?"
“I have no recollection of him. As for saying he is approachable…” The middle-aged man noticed that Shen Tang’s gaze was fixed on his face. The aggressive stare gave him the feeling that his territory had been invaded, so he couldn’t help but look away. “The warrior is brave and handsome. I think it is only natural for anyone who sees him to feel admiration.”
It's perfectly normal to like someone who is both good-looking and powerful.
Whether someone is approachable or not is a matter of opinion. But if someone can injure more than three hundred people in a single encounter, who wouldn't be more afraid of such a demon than feel close to him?
Shen Tang puffed out her cheeks and blew a breath, blowing away the messy strands of hair that were blocking her view: "Oh, I've got the wrong person."
Middle-aged man: "..."
Shen Tang gestured towards Chu Jie with her chin: "I'm penniless, and my old mule died halfway there. Can you lend me a horse to get around?"
It was called a loan, but it was actually robbery.
They're unreasonable, but they're very assertive.
He rode off on Chu Jie's warhorse.
"My lord, shall we—"
The adjutant had never seen anyone so arrogant and domineering. He was so angry his face almost contorted, but fearing Shen Tang would hear, he carefully whispered to Chu Jie whether they should shoot the man off his horse. Chu Jie looked to the middle-aged man for guidance, who shook his head slightly: "Let's not cause any more trouble..."
They wounded over three hundred people but didn't kill a single one, which shows they truly meant no harm. If they could have killed them with a single arrow, that would be fine, but if they couldn't, wouldn't they have alerted the enemy and created a formidable foe? It was just a stolen warhorse; they took it if they wanted it. Seeing the adjutant still unconvinced, the middle-aged man said quietly, "This boy hasn't even run three hundred meters yet; he could turn around and kill anyone here with a single arrow. Can you do that?"
The subordinate was rendered speechless by the question.
Three hundred meters...
Let alone 300 meters, he'd struggle even to run 100 meters.
"Who is this?"
Shen Youli? Never heard of her.
At the end of the road, the man and his horse faded away and disappeared without a trace.
The familiar feeling of weightlessness returned, and when Shen Tang opened her eyes, she was back in the flower field, still in the same posture she had been using to observe the flowers half a month ago. Shen Tang vaguely understood something. Was each flower here a small illusion? To verify her guess, she used the same method to focus her attention on another flower.
Sure enough, there was another wave of weightlessness.
She found herself in a completely unfamiliar city.
The city was peaceful and serene.
This place is the State of Chu. Chu Yao rose to fame at a young age and was adopted by his mentor, freeing him from slavery. Before he turned thirty, he became the prime minister, established his own prime minister's residence, and stood alongside General Chu Jie, one a scholar and the other a warrior, in the imperial court. Chu Yao achieved great success in his career and also had a virtuous wife and filial children.
"A true man should act this way."
The speaker's face was filled with envy and longing.
Shen Tang went to find him, and the gatekeeper said that Chu Yao had gone to his adoptive father's house to offer birthday greetings. The Prime Minister's adoptive father was celebrating his birthday, and all the civil and military officials had come to offer their congratulations.
Blending into the crowd of guests, Shen Tang spotted the tall, middle-aged man at a glance. Compared to the strategist Chu Yao, this Prime Minister Chu Yao seemed less weathered by years of wandering and hardship, exuding an air of triumph. He addressed his mentor as his godfather, drank heartily with his godbrother Chu Jie, had his wife by his side, and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy with strikingly similar features looked at him with eyes full of adoration.
"Chu Wuhui".
Shen Tang's voice clearly cut through the noise and reached his ears.
The lively atmosphere in the banquet hall came to an abrupt halt. Everyone stared at Shen Tang with disbelief. A young official stood up and shouted angrily, "You rude brat, who do you think you are? How dare you address Prime Minister Chu by his name?"
The middle-aged man also looked over and whispered words of comfort to his wife, children, adoptive father, and adoptive brother. Although he had been treated rudely, he did not call for someone to throw Shen Tang out. He simply said, "Today is my adoptive father's birthday. If there is nothing urgent, may the lady wait in the side hall?"
Shen Tang: "Prime Minister Chu, don't you find me approachable?"
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Another day of struggling to spell words and falling behind, *sigh*.
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