Everyone Loves Gentle Township [Quick Transmigration]

The general carries the sedan chair, accompanied by the emperor.

To put it bluntly, it is a generation of oirans-Lang Jun Zhiniao.

This oiran, whose real name cannot be tested, has been crowned with glory all his life, and until his death, he is as burnt as a dust, no one can bully him.The statue of him in Beijing is like a fairy who fell from the nine heavens, and he is worshiped by thousands of people with the most humble status.

Hundreds of versions of his story were adapted and circulated in theaters and teahouses.The narrations are different, but they all talk about how the shocking flower walked leisurely among princes and generals; the long street where he appeared was a wonderful scene full of people; how he was proud before withering, scare off the barbarians.

It was rumored in the palace that in the last battle, the young generals were not protecting the emperor, but the oiran standing on the cusp of the storm and laying a memorial service with blood.

In fact, the dynasty was already in decline.

The general carried the sedan chair and the oiran; the emperor accompanied the oiran.

It's the most absurd in the world.

The common people thought that the dynasty's bloodliness aroused by Hua Kuilang was just a temporary lingering breath, but no one expected that this declining royal court would actually be revived.

The collapsed high-rise buildings were rebuilt, and the smashed bluestone roads were re-paved. Except for the person who walked through the bluestone alleys and sat on the tall buildings, the blood of the prosperous age was so fresh.

He was sitting on a tall building, listening to the voices behind him.

"You're back."

"Fortunately not humiliated."

He made a covenant with the barbarians, forcing them to return all the cities they captured, pay tribute from generation to generation, and never invade again.

"I really didn't expect us to make it this far." He had seen through his destiny long ago, and from the very beginning, he let go of being a trash emperor, conniving himself to live in a debauchery and gentle country, but he happened to meet a magnificent person, "Then At that time, the three of us, although absurd, were really happy."

Why not the general?

Now they are struggling to rebuild a prosperous and prosperous world, but those who want to pay tribute are long gone, not even their bones left.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't stay, his beauty shouldn't be stained with mundane dust.

They are all old, their heads covered with frost and snow, but he still looks young.

No one knew that Hua Kuilang, whom they were thinking of, was lying not far away, watching the world's ups and downs with cold eyes, and something chirped in his ear: [Host, it's over. ]

[Um. ]

Just as no one knew that he was not dead, at the last moment, something called "the system" hid him, saying that it was because of his "glamorous" physique and asked him to provide some help.

In fact, for the system, this is equivalent to picking up a big leak.His maker asked him to choose the most attractive person as a host, but it is a system, a program, without samples, and has no idea what "most" attractive is, and it can't even interpret the word "attractive".

So it tried to bind a man with an outstanding appearance, and planned to play with it, but who knew that the first thing the man would say when he heard about it was to ask it: "If he binds you, will he fall in love with me?"

This "he" is of course Hua Kui Zhidiao.

Since then, it has been staring at this person, and the more it looks at it, the more it likes it.

In such an era, to have captured the entire royal court by relying solely on its own charm, this is simply a tailor-made host for it!So this unscrupulous system decisively abandoned the original choice and took refuge here.

As for the previous host?

It has taken him from a villager to a gentry, so what is there to be dissatisfied with?

Zhidiao actually doesn't know much about the "system", he only knows that he has agreed to it, and then he lives in such a state: not alive, the living do not see him; not dead, there is no him in death.

Like yellow beams painted on a wall, passing by the living beings hastily, watching them worship that lifelike image, their hearts are full of desolate ridicule: do they know that what they pray for is not a heroic general, but a humble prostitute?

[You said, you want me to be your host and help you.Can you tell me now, what kind of busyness is it that I need you who can reverse life and death to ask me? ]

The system didn't care about the exploration in the discourse, and only summarized all the discourse into a short question mark, and replied according to the script: [You are a heartthrob, both good and bad villains love you, you have to travel through various worlds, and complete those requests and answers. Don't let the obsession of cannon fodder. ]

He is a heartthrob.

Zhitiao couldn't help but smile when he heard the first sentence, that's right, at least from the results, everyone "loved him".

[it is good. ]

Standing in front of the emperor, he stretched out his hand to trace the fine lines at the corners of the man's eyes. When he raised his hand, there were all kinds of amorous feelings, but no one knew about it except for a system that didn't understand the amorous feelings: "I'll never see you again~"

Xu Feng brushed past his ears, who looked at the lights of Wanjia and sighed: "But I always feel that he is still there."

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[After testing, the host’s fitness is four stars, the adaptation response is good, and the script is loaded. ]

script.

Zhitiao keenly grasped such words, an indescribable nausea surged from his lower abdomen, his throat seemed to be burned through by fire, he couldn't help turning over and leaning against the wall to retch.

Hangover, if it was Jitori's own body, there would never be such a situation.

Drunk and ugly appearances are strictly prohibited. They were born in a gentle village where people seek pleasure. A beauty is slightly drunk, but a beauty is not nauseated. This appearance hardly makes people feel "hapiness".

The system over there didn't care, loaded the plot on its own, and told the uncomfortable host: [The wish of this body is "I hope my name can appear in the public eye in a positive image, I hope I can hold a real art exhibition by myself.” ]

[Art exhibition? ]

According to his previous experience, Zhitiao poured himself a few sips of ice water to suppress the uncomfortable feeling brought by his body, and referring to the memory of this body, he took a cold shower by the way.

According to the system's reply, he is now a painter.

No, just a painter.

A young painter who just graduated from university, all he learned in school is to appreciate art and make art.He has a pair of ingenious hands and a brain full of stars, born to belong to the god of romance and beauty, and even his skin has a natural beauty.

It is the passionate water lily in Monet's works.

Just like most of the students who have been concentrating on research, his mind is full of lakes and mountains every day, and every spoonful he scoops up is smudged with ink.

In the script provided by the system, this young man's family background is average, not very outstanding but enough to support a child to learn painting.This era is similar to his era. It is still quite difficult to sell paintings for a living. Good craftsmanship can last a lifetime.

The little painter had just graduated from college and was running around with his tutor when he met another hero in the story.

After all, art always makes people have some thoughts that try to tarnish in one way or another.

The other party is the president of a large company, according to the system, it is a routine of forced marriage.The big president took a look at the young painter's skin at the art exhibition, and immediately launched a passionate offensive.Where has the little painter seen this kind of trick before? He can't push it away, and he can't refuse it. He feels very sorry for a big president who sticks to him every day.

The chief executive's little assistant came to him every now and then, saying that he bought chocolates from Paris, roses from Croatia, and blowing everything into the sky.He wanted to repay the favor, but there was nothing valuable at home.

Compared with him, he is so poor.

So when the man talked about being together, he thought to himself: Well, there is nothing to pay back anyway, he wants his love, and he is willing to give it.

The little painter took care of him and took care of him seriously. He even went to a doctor to understand the structure of the human body, learned how to make his partner more comfortable, and honestly did everything a loyal dog should do.

Until he happened to meet his assistant having an affair with him in the office.

He wanted to question, but was stopped by his assistant first.

"What do you think you are?" The shrewd assistant, dressed in a neat suit, threw the briefcase at him with a sarcasm on his face, "You are just a fun thing he picked up."

That briefcase was full of his lovers.

Singer, star, writer, rival, there are countless people who have slept with him, most of them are lovers in three months, when the three months expire, the relationship ends, no matter how much the other party chases them, they will not look back.He is immersed in the fun of beating straight men, and only his assistant who knows him well knows it well.

With a cold face, he suddenly understood the meaning of the assistant's handing over the document to him: three months expired, and it was time for him to be cleaned up.

If it ends here, then the little painter is no different from any past cannon fodder, but he is the biggest cannon fodder in the script, and he is destined to bounce around more happily so that he can give the protagonists a good assist.

The little painter has always been proud and arrogant, so he naturally refused to accept it. After chasing and intercepting him, he finally met the big president.

Surprisingly, besides Mr. President, there is also Mrs. President.

he has married.

No, rather, he was married a long time ago.

That woman always knew that her husband was cheating and came out, but she couldn't hold the handle.She didn't have any contacts in this circle, and although she herself was from a good family, she was innocent like a little girl in an ivory tower, with no job, no financial means, and she was even pregnant for him and was about to give birth to a baby.

It wasn't just a coincidence that the little painter came here at this time. The president was tired of pestering him, so the assistant naturally shared his worries.

They used him to appease their wives.

That woman simply thought that he was the root cause, persistently wanted to get rid of him, and blatantly played the pornographic video of him and her husband in his carefully prepared solo exhibition, smashing his dignity completely.

His reputation was completely rotten, and his mentor and senior brothers looked down on him, thinking that he had gone on the wrong path and was hopeless.

Paintings do not sell.

There was an accident at home again. My father was diagnosed with cancer and was in urgent need of money. In order to make money, the little painter had to sell his hue and go to those places to make money.

Until one time, he bumped into the CEO.

For the sake of money, he begged him with a low face, and he knew that the assistant was the one he really loved.It can't be called "love", it's just that the setting of the loyal dog and deacon attracts people's preference, which can just become a threat, and the CEO can't make such a scandal that will make his wife and his wife's family distrust him again.

To gag him.

The president still left the matter to the assistant.

The assistant gave him a sum of money and asked him to pay the medical bills, but he was afraid that he would keep pestering them like a blood-sucking silverfish.So, after he completed the first transfer, he didn't stop doing anything, and asked a few people to take him away from the clubhouse, and turned it into an after-dinner conversation on the social news of the newspaper the next day.

The name of the little painter's life is vicious and distorted, and even his death is full of jokes. When others see it, they just sigh, "It's hard to be a duck these days."

No one knew that he was once an outstanding and bright young man.

Zhi Niao supported the edge of the sink, faced the person in the mirror, and asked, "I replaced him, so where will he be?"

[He will watch.As the quest initiator, only he can confirm the end of your quest. ]

"Can you see it?" Not asking the system, but asking the original body openly.

There are skills in vocalization. Everyone likes a voice that is soft and soft to the bone. It doesn't have to be so gentle, the point is to make people listen comfortably.In that kind of place, Zhidiao didn't need to ask specifically, as there would naturally be someone willing to teach him these little tricks.

So the same body seems to be quite provocative when speaking.

"He" watched Zhiniao examine the mirror, and only "he" could see the beauty of this person's body. After struggling for a while, he still gave a slow response.

"So, after my mission is over, can you learn to live well?"

Not to mention "he" was stunned, the system was also stunned, there are so many brothers in the system, and they also communicate with each other from time to time, this is the first time I heard that it is not about what you can get when you do the task, but to confirm the original mind .

The voice disappeared again, and Zhiniao guessed that he was thinking seriously: "Yes."

For a moment, the system suddenly understood that it might not be unreasonable for this person to capture the entire royal court: he may not be sincere, but he is tender enough.

In this world, who doesn't love tenderness and sweetness?