Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 768: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)

Song Yuesheng looked at Zhiqi and the pillow book and said with a smile, "I and Master Su only have some money transactions. It will be fine once we pay it back."

Seeing that she looked normal, the two maids stopped asking questions and turned to sort out the rewards that had just been sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Those exquisite brocade boxes were filled with newly made rouge and powder, fashionable pearl hairpins and jewelry, and several rolls of the finest brocade satin.

"Your Majesty, Imperial Concubine Xuan requests to see you."

The voice of the little palace maid sounded outside the palace.

As soon as Song Yuesheng nodded, he heard a clear bell sound coming from far away.

She looked up and saw He Yingxue walking towards her.

He Yingxue is very different today.

She was wearing a moon-colored gold-woven long skirt, with a butterfly-inspired flower embroidered with silver thread on the hem.

She wore a white jade hairpin in her hair.

It is simple and elegant, but it makes the beautiful face look even more pure and refined.

——This is the real He Yingxue.

He Yingxue stood in the center of the hall, a smile on her lips, her voice as gentle as ever.

"I heard that you moved to the palace today, so I came to congratulate you. This is the new tea from Nanshan."

There was a rosewood desk between the two of them, on which was placed the lotus-patterned tea set that had just been sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

The aroma of tea wafts through the air, but it cannot conceal the subtle silence in the hall.

Song Yuesheng's fingertips paused slightly.

Nanshan tea.

Because of the extra memories created by "One Word to Memory", whenever the two of them had something to ask for, they would use Nanshan tea as a token of trust.

Song Yuesheng smiled faintly and said, "Thank you, Concubine Xuan, for remembering me. It's been a long time since we last talked about the past."

Zhiqi and Zhenshu looked at each other and quietly retreated outside the hall, leaving only the two masters to chat.

"Ah Heng, I'm sure you've noticed that something's wrong with me lately, so I won't beat around the bush."

He Yingxue got straight to the point: "I might... be possessed by something dirty."

Her voice was trembling.

"These past few days, the time I can stay awake has become shorter and shorter. Yesterday, I was awake for only one hour."

"When I looked into the bronze mirror this morning, the 'me' inside was actually smiling at me..."

Seeing her calm reaction, He Yingxue said, "You don't believe me?"

Song Yuesheng shook his head, calmly poured a cup of tea and handed it to her: "I believe you, I'm just thinking about how to solve this matter."

The female lead is always "He Yingxue".

This old friend who seemed to be targeted was much better than that soul from another world.

He Yingxue suddenly sneered.

"It must be the Queen Mother and the Imperial Observatory. The first time I lost consciousness was the day I entered the palace..."

Her fingers unconsciously stroked the edge of the teacup, "That day, besides Han Su Han Zhi, only Aunt Dan who was beside the Queen Mother touched me."

Song Yuesheng didn't respond.

Outside the palace, the sound of palace maids' footsteps could be heard, as well as the voice of Zhiqi telling them to leave.

Only when the footsteps faded away did He Yingxue suddenly place a brocade box heavily on the table.

"listen."

She lowered her voice very low, "If I don't come to see you on the 16th of next month, you must give this blood swallow to the Queen Mother in my name no matter what."

Her eyes suddenly became unusually bright.

"Otherwise, even if I become a ghost, I will not let you go!"

Song Yuesheng gently stroked the delicate patterns on the brocade box.

"I'll keep this thing for you first." She paused, "Ahxue, anything that exists will leave traces. You know better than me what that 'thing' did, and maybe that's the key to finding its weakness."

"Can you exorcise evil spirits?" He Yingxue narrowed her eyes.

"It may not be evil."

Song Yuesheng's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible. "Maybe it's... the witchcraft from Nanshan."

If the souls from another world are spoken of, they will be regarded as evil spirits.

It’s better to get materials nearby.

"But you must be careful." Song Yuesheng's eyes suddenly became sharp. "Once the news leaks out, they will burn you to death as a demon. The entire He family, including the Queen Mother, will die."

A moment of silence.

He Yingxue suddenly stood up, and her sleeve knocked over the teacup.

The tea spread on the rosewood table like a winding stream.

"Stop pretending!" Her voice suddenly rose. "Mind your own business!"

"I heard that there are starving people everywhere in Shuangwu Pass. I'm afraid your good father can't save himself! Without General Song's Mansion, how long do you think you can stay as a concubine?"

The palace door was slammed shut, causing the window frames to buzz.

Song Yuesheng quietly looked at the tea that was gradually cooling down on the table, and tapped the brocade box lightly with his fingertips, making a dull sound.

He Yingxue in this world has a good foundation.

In the plot, the evil concubine who caused the destruction of this world...maybe she is the soul of that other world.

But since He Yingxue herself has "two souls in one body", what does the original owner need to do?

Isn't such a substitute more conflicting than the original character who only looks similar?

**

It was three quarters past the hour of Xu and the night was dark.

Song Yuesheng was completely buried in the quilt, too lazy to even move his fingertips.

The whole day was spent on moving the palace. Just moving the seedlings exhausted all my energy, not to mention dealing with wave after wave of palace servants who came to congratulate me.

She looked at the curtain above her head that was embroidered with lotus patterns and let out a long breath.

It’s more tiring than moving house.

"Sparrow Spirit, how much is the current mission worth?"

no respond.

"Sparrow spirit?"

At this moment in the sea of ​​stars, the blue sparrow was flapping its wings and jumping on a cloud of mist.

There was a water mirror floating in front of him, and in the mirror two golden-winged fighting cocks were fighting fiercely.

On the left side of the water mirror is a blue sparrow avatar, and below the avatar are two hundred points chips.

"Go! Peck its eyes!"

"Go! Don't be a coward!"

"Yes! Just like that! Bite its neck—"

"Sparrow spirit!!"

A loud shout suddenly exploded in the sea of ​​stars. The blue sparrow was so frightened that it fell directly from the cloud, and fell to the ground with a "pa" sound.

"Ouch!"

It climbed up dizzily, its wings still trembling, "Sister Yue, Sister Yue! What's going on?"

"What is the current mission value?"

Blue Sparrow quickly fluttered to the task machine: "...25%...25?!"

Its little eyes widened instantly, and it flapped the machine with its wings in disbelief, and even pecked it twice with its beak, but the numbers did not move at all.

Is this broken machine broken?!

They have already come out from the cold palace, how could there be only this little?

"Sister Yue, this seems to be the slowest increase in mission value since we started the mission..."

"You should think of it this way. There is no time limit for any task. You can take your time."

Song Yuesheng rubbed his temples and tapped his forehead lightly with his knuckles, calculating rapidly in his mind.

If I help He Yingxue in this world regain control of her body, the mission progress should be greatly increased, right?

For those who travel across worlds, except those who are bound by the system, most of them need a special day to return to their original world.

"Tsk, that was a bad idea."

She muttered something under her breath.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have sent Lin Wuxia to sweep the floor in the Taimiao.

Apart from him, the director of the Imperial Astronomical Observatory, if one wanted to know the records of special astronomical phenomena over the years...

Thinking of this, Song Yuesheng suddenly jumped up from the bed, scaring the pillow book who was tidying up the bed curtains so much that his hands trembled.

"Miss?"

"Now let's make a pot of Eight Treasures Soup." Song Yuesheng had already put on his coat swiftly. "It should be thicker. This is for the emperor, so we can't be careless."

Half an hour later.

She personally served the soup into a cloisonné enamel soup bowl.

Zhiqi reminded her tactfully: "My queen, it's so late, you are not the only one in the harem..."

Song Yuesheng tightened the straps of his cloak.

"If you don't see me, just assume you know the way. I didn't even go out of the main gate before, so I don't know as many palaces as you and Zhenshu."

The mission value does not wait for anyone.

He Yingxue in this world doesn't have that much time to waste.

Song Yuesheng picked up the food box and gently stroked the enamel pattern with his fingertips: "Let's go."