Tang Chen, who previously had little confidence in his abilities, pondered for days and months before finally giving up and collapsing on the bed, scratching his head. "Ahhh, I should have eaten more pig brains and walnuts. I remember running under the sunset that day. That's my lost IQ!"
Tang Chen glanced at the closed door and the half-open window, then mustered up his strength and jumped off the bed again: "No, no, I can't lose my composure! Tang Chen, you can do it, you have to believe in yourself!"
However, Tang Chen, who was cheering himself up the previous second, couldn't resist the temptation and lay down peacefully with his eyes closed the next second. Ah, sleeping is really a wonderful thing: "Forget it, I'd better give up. It's pretty lazy to eat and drink well here, hehe."
As a real-life example of starting from scratch and then giving up, Tang Chen proved with his own strength that people may not necessarily be able to unleash their potential when they encounter difficulties.
When faced with a problem, the key is to rely on previous knowledge and practical experience. Tang Chen's experience in dealing with this kind of thing is almost zero. She has only ever experienced being kidnapped and rescued. Perhaps this will be a turning point in her life.
Tang Chen still ate and slept as usual while being under house arrest. When dusk was approaching, Tang Chen felt sleepy and went to bed early.
When she woke up in the middle of the night after a good sleep, she found a stranger standing at the head of the bed and jumped up immediately. She thought her dream had come true and Wang Yanzhou had successfully found her, but who would have thought that another inexplicable person would come and deal with her in advance!
Thinking of this, Tang Chen immediately picked up the vase beside him and took a few steps back. He stood against the wall cautiously and said, "Oh my god, who are you? What are you doing here in the middle of the night? Am I a human or a ghost? I don't know you. Please spare my life!"
Her begging for mercy was strong enough. This person should know when to retreat. If he continued to embarrass her, she was not sure what she would do.
In the pitch-black room, the person who had been standing at the head of Tang Chen's bed, observing her quietly, chuckled inexplicably in the darkness: "I was wondering who it was, it really is fate."
Tang Chen had no idea what he was talking about, so he subconsciously followed his words and replied, "It's fate, it's fate. You are a magnanimous person. A prime minister can hold a boat in his stomach, and a real man can bend and stretch. Amitabha, the Taishang Laojun, please hurry up and command..."
The visitor saw her mumbling, as if she thought she was a ghost: "Stop, what are you mumbling about?"
Tang Chen swallowed hard, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said bluntly: "You, you are not here to kill me!"
The man didn't answer, but smiled and slowly approached Tang Chen. But before he could get close, the group of guards who were drinking and gambling outside the door suddenly became alert, as if they had noticed the unusual movement in the room: "Why are there other people's voices in there? Quick, call someone!"
When the guards, reeking of alcohol, pushed open the door and lit the candles, the only one left in the room was Tang Chen, who was standing there motionless with his eyes wide open and holding a vase.
"Who were you talking to just now?"
Tang Chen turned around stiffly and looked at the guards. He was confused at first, then burst into tears like crazy and then fainted on the ground.
Everyone looked at each other, then hurried forward to make sure Tang Chen was still alive before they started discussing, "What's going on?"
"It looks like he was frightened by something."
Seeing her pale face, everyone suggested, "Should we report this to the Pavilion Master and ask him to find a doctor to take a look?"
The captain of the guards burped, stood up, and waved, "It's just a minor ailment. She'll be fine tomorrow. Besides, she's just a prisoner, so there's no need to be too polite."
Everyone agreed that this statement was perfectly sound. It was unreasonable to ask a doctor for a prisoner who already had good food and drink. "Well, let's go out and continue drinking."
"Let's go!"
So, this group of guards threw Tang Chen to the ground, locked the door, and continued to eat, drink and gamble in the yard in front of the door.
From that night on, every midnight, this mysterious ghost would appear silently in Tang Chen's room: "Brother, I beg you, can you please stop pestering me!"
Every time this ghost came, he would be discovered by the guards before he could even chat with Tang Chen for a few words. Today, he simply added some seasonings to the food and wine of these drunkards. This time, they might be able to have a good chat.
"Look at you, why did they arrest you?"
Tang Chen shook his head and quickly explained, "I swear to God, I haven't done anything bad nor have I offended anyone. I also want to know why they arrested me. Brother Ghost, please don't mess with me. I really don't have the courage to do anything bad in my life. To put it bluntly, I'm an innocent good person!"
The ghost chuckled and then changed the subject: "Never mind, do you know Song Wu and Song Qi from the Song family?"
Tang Chen, who was trembling with fear just now, became a different person after hearing the names of the two Song brothers. He asked coldly: "...Who are you?"
The ghost smiled and said, "Oh, it seems you are right."
"Wait, you, what are you going to do!"
Before Tang Chen could react, the ghost poked her several times, and her body suddenly froze, unable to move. Even her tongue went numb. Without the power to resist, Tang Chen watched history repeat itself. Once again, she was put into a sack and taken away.
By the time Tang Chen was released from the sack and her acupuncture points were untied, daylight had already begun to break. She still didn't know where she was. The ghost that haunted her daily had also revealed its true form.
Tang Chen glanced at the masked man in white carrying him all the way, and Wang Nianqing's image suddenly popped up in his mind. Do all these masters like to wear white clothes and masks? It's okay at ordinary times, but if they run out at night, wouldn't that be mocking others' intelligence?
Tang Chen rubbed his aching waist and said, "Oh my god, I'm so shaken. Judging from the way you carry the bag, you must be a novice."
The man in white said with a smile, "This is really the first time I've carried a woman. Before, when I was training, I only carried buckets and sacks."
Tang Chen saw that this person didn't seem to have any ill intentions towards him. Although he was still on guard, he didn't dare to be rude. He imitated the movements of a Jianghu person and clasped his fists and said, "In any case, thank you for saving me this time. My name is Ah Chen. What is your name, a knight?"
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