"This is too painful, bah!"

The medicine hadn't been taken into the mouth yet. Han Dongwen just smelled it and felt a little nauseous.

Little Hongdou naturally didn't know what to say, so she just grabbed the corner of her clothes and lowered her head.

"What kind of medicine is this?"

he muttered.

"Tiger...Tiger Heart Soup, Your Highness."

Thinking she was asking herself, Xiao Hongdou subconsciously answered.

Han Dongwen frowned and put down the medicine bowl in his hand.

In "Que Yin", he did not remember that there was a recovery item with this name.

The potions and other items circulated by NPCs in the game and can be purchased at any time are very rudimentary. When players gradually advance, almost all materials are circulated among players.

That is, players who like to delve into production acquire materials from the market, and then create potions, talismans, scrolls, and even skill cards, etc. according to the relevant production gameplay.

This has completely eliminated the demand for low-efficiency potions sold by NPCs, and has even become a meme. When mocking the poor production level of players, they will say, your thing is worse than a blood-removing powder/rejuvenation pill.

The uses of stems are diverse. Even if Han Dongwen has not specialized in production before, he still remembers what kind of medicinal materials the NPC can sell.

He had never heard of Tiger Heart Soup.

"What exactly does this medicine do?"

Hearing his question, Xiao Hongdou immediately remembered the knowledge she learned in the Yingchun Palace.

His Highness has that kind of hobby that ordinary people cannot sustain. Because of such indulgence, it damages the spiritual energy in the body, leads to physical weakness, and also leads to the root cause of disease.

That is, it is empty.

However, the body was weak, but the heart was not. Under the edict of King Wen, the imperial doctor studied for several years and burned and ground the bones of tigers from Bailan Mountain in the north into powder, then fried them with Yangyan flowers and Zuoxiu Teng to create this "tiger flavor".

"Heart Soup" is what Han Dongwen drinks almost every day.

Xiao Hongdou carefully told Han Dongwen the origin of the tiger heart soup, and he immediately felt his teeth were a little sore.

this

Isn’t this a fucking aphrodisiac?

I have become a sick man, and I have become such a diseased seedling. How dare I drink the aphrodisiac as water?

Han Dongwen bit his lip: "I'll just let it cool before drinking."

If one needs to find one's foothold as soon as possible politically in order to survive, then the most basic thing physically is to stop this absurd life.

Abstinence!

Go to bed early and get up early and exercise!

Han Dongwen secretly made such a determination, and suddenly asked Xiao Hongdou as if he remembered something: "It's almost noon, why is the decoction delivered at this time?"

Xiao Hongdou just blinked: "Usually... His Highness usually gets up at this time. Today, it's a little early today. The pharmacy must not know..."

I see.

Han Dongwen nodded: "Do you remember what I did after I got up yesterday?"

Although Xiao Hongdou was not on duty yesterday, all the maids need to review His Highness's daily routine.

Yesterday he played with flowers and birds, but today it is not easy to suggest him to go to the garden.

Yesterday he played with fish and insects, but today he cannot propose lakes and ponds.

"Your Highness, you got up yesterday and went to the Chiya Palace of Empress Hanqing. You stayed there until the evening. After the dinner, Mr. Wen from Taishu Pavilion asked to see you. According to your instructions, Mr. Wen was not welcomed into the palace. After nightfall,

You asked Empress Hanqing to attend your bed again, and that's it for one day."

Although Xiao Hongdou spoke very carefully, Han Dongwen probably only understood one thing.

He fell in love with Hanqing for the whole day yesterday!

"Really, even if she is so beautiful, she is not..."

Halfway through talking to himself, Han Dongwen lost his confidence.

Hanqing is not so much beautiful as it is a work of art.

Being able to summon such a work of art and use it immediately is not without the possibility of addiction.

"That Master Wen is..."

Xiao Hongdou glanced at him and took the words: "Your Highness, Lord Wen came to see Your Highness to discuss the matter of 'appealing to the Immortal Code during the New Year'. Yesterday, he specifically asked the maid the next day to remind His Highness."

Please celebrate the new year with the fairy scriptures.

This was probably the only time when Han Dongwen was still remembered by the ministers, and then they cursed and went to the harem to find him.

Only in this ceremony, no matter who is behind the scenes, Han Dongwen still needs to stand up.

Because it is the time for people to meet the saints during the New Year ceremony.

Every year at the New Year's Eve, the king of Simeng should meet with all the people, lead the New Year's Eve, and ask the fairies to protect Simeng, and pray that the fairies will continue to bless his people in the coming year.

It stands to reason that the New Year's Eve should start from midnight and continue until the east becomes white, marking the beginning of the new year.

But King Wen almost always showed up and made a fuss, never taking it seriously.

Even such a plague king has to show up once, just because in front of the people, there must always be an emperor, even if it is a puppet.

"Please welcome the immortal on the occasion of the New Year...Master Wen..."

Han Dongwen was chanting, and suddenly his eyes moved: "Wen Yongxing from Taishu Pavilion?!"

Little Hongdou nodded doubtfully.

Han Dongwen clenched his fists and his shoulders trembled slightly with excitement.

Are you excited because Wen Yongxing is a loyal minister and can he regain power for him and take charge of the country?

No.

I was excited because Han Dongwen thought of what actions to perform at the New Year's Eve Ceremony?

Not really.

Han Dongwen bit his lip, trying his best to make his thoughts invisible.

Wen Yongxing was the elder of Taishuge Pavilion. He had no position in the Simeng Kingdom. Taishuge was a secretariat that nominally consulted the emperor and drafted edicts, but had no decision-making power.

And now that the emperor himself has no power, this Taishu Pavilion is probably just pretending.

It is precisely for this reason that the troublesome and inconsequential matter of inviting immortals for the New Year was left to Taishu Pavilion for follow-up.

Han Dongwen didn't read the plot seriously and often skipped it after reading the synopsis, but he remembered Wen Yongxing very clearly.

There is no other reason than that if you are a player whose character was created in Simeng, you must have seen this Lord Wen Yongxingwen.

Wen Yongxing died at the very beginning of the game!

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Outside the palace, please visit Sendai.

It's night and it's New Year.

Thousands of people have already crowded the square, and soldiers holding halberds separate the vast crowd of people from the outside of the Immortal Invitation Platform.

There are three hundred and sixty steps in total from the Hanging Sun Gate of the palace to the Immortal Platform.

During these three hundred and sixty steps, there were already soldiers standing on both sides. On the left side, they were wearing the blue armor of the National Law Department, and on the right side, they were wearing the black iron armor and red robe of the National Military Department.

There are ten people in each room, and there is an additional masked soldier wearing a silver dragon helmet, but he has no weapon in his hand, just holding a bright lantern.

How solemn.

After a while, as if a candle had been lit in the grain pile, the crowds of people suddenly became agitated.

"emperor!"

"I'm coming!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Corresponding to this noise, there was the sound of all the soldiers hammering the ends of their halberds on the ground almost in unison.

After several sounds, the noise disappeared in the night sky, leaving only the sound of metal and stone hitting each other.

Lord Wen walked out of the Xuanri Gate amidst the thunderous sound of his halberd.

"The wish of a prosperous life, the emperor invites immortals——"

Lord Plague held incense and bowed in all directions. Standing next to him was an old scholar with gray hair, combed and permed, and wearing a plain scholar's robe.

The person who performed the ceremony with a strong voice was none other than the master of Taishu Pavilion, Wen Yongxing.

After the incense was burned, the emperor was supposed to be delivering a speech to the people, but when he saw Lord Wen himself, he just stood on the platform and waved, then turned around and walked away.
To be continued...