Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

Si Ling listened.

I felt that what the guard said made sense and the story line was complete, and I nodded in sudden enlightenment.

But it feels wrong.

Didn’t Qin Zheng say a few days ago that he likes men?

How come Empress Xian became the protagonist of the story again?

Is it...

Is he bi?

Si Ling suddenly realized again.

These ancient people were quite playful.

...

They squatted in the corner and discussed for a while.

Qin Zheng, who was in the study, called the guards in.

Si Ling was standing at the door and heard Qin Zheng's deep voice instructing him that there was not enough incense in the palace and asked him to go and urge for more.

Si Ling covered her mouth, trying not to make any sound.

She knew that fragrance.

It contains her special spices, paired with some snacks, flowers, or excessive use of ink. Any mixture of any one of them would be a deadly poison.

If you use it continuously for half a month, even gods cannot help you.

And no one could find out.

This is how the late emperor died.

And now, Qin Zheng is going to use this to deal with the emperor who has just ascended the throne?

Si Ling felt more and more that what the guard said just now made sense.

This guy is just jealous and now wants to kill the emperor so that he can ascend the throne and monopolize the emperor's harem.

Given how vicious this guy is, if Concubine Xian doesn't cooperate, he can still try to imprison her.

Ah this.

It's a bit stimulating for some reason.

Or she could improve the medicine so that the dog emperor would die faster?

After all, half a month is too hard to wait.

She was almost done with Qin Zheng's poison.

She could escape from this hellhole and roam the world freely, but she also wanted to see the overbearing general imprisoning love.

I can't see her, but I still miss her even after she's gone.

Si Ling thought this was feasible.

In order to avoid any regrets for himself and to allow Qin Zheng to marry the beauty sooner, Si Ling gave the guard another prescription.

Shorten half a month into seven days.

When Si Ling thought about the change of dynasty, he happily went home to pack up his things and prepared to run away at any time.

She has been practicing medicine privately with a mask on during this period and has made a lot of money.

Because of her superb medical skills, many people spent a lot of money to seek treatment from her.

But she was afraid of being recognized by acquaintances, so she spoke to patients in a low voice with a pinched throat while practicing medicine. People in the medical field called her the Goddess of Miraculous Voice.

Every time Si Ling heard this name, his face became stiff from trying so hard to hold back his laughter.

...

Si Ling's medicine was delivered to the palace.

Qin Zheng was in a bad mood these two days and did not attend court. By the time he found out that the medicine had been revised, the man only had three days left.

Three days...

Qin Zheng sat in the study, staring intently at the various editions of scriptures he had collected over the past two days.

Then he picked up the book that someone often copied, which was the thinnest of all the scriptures.

Qin Zheng laughed at him, saying that he was so insincere even when he worshipped Buddha.

After laughing, his expression changed and he threw all the scriptures into the brazier one by one and burned them.

The firelight in the study was reflected in his dark eyes. Apart from the blazing fire, there was only endless darkness.

That night.

After Qin Zheng burned the scriptures, he sat in the study for half the night.

After thinking for a while, he changed his clothes, sneaked into the palace, and came to the imperial study.

He did not summon his concubines to sleep with him tonight because Qin Zheng did not see any red lanterns hanging outside the palace gate when he arrived.

Qin Zheng hid on the roof in the dark night, quietly lifted the tiles and looked through the gap.

Jiang Que was wearing a dragon robe and copying books at his desk.

He lit an incense burner on the table to refresh himself, and a wisp of green smoke floated out of the burner and into his breath.

Jiang Que dipped the brush in ink, smelled the fragrance wafting from the incense burner, and covered his lips and coughed from time to time.

Qin Zheng tightened his hand holding the tile, and found that the intact tile had a slight crack.

Qin Zheng just took a look, and after making sure that he would really use these things, he left quietly.

Jiang Que didn't know who lit the incense these two days, it was so choking.

It's the same atmosphere as in a temple, he is copying scriptures.

It made him really act like a monk.

Jiang Que was choked by the smell of smoke and coughed a few times. He didn't drink the tea beside him, but poured it in to put out the incense.

I am the emperor.

Are you going to use these things to deal with me?

It seems I have to chop off a few heads tomorrow to show my majesty.