I seem to be a fake mistress

Wen Qi had been lingering on the sickbed for a few days, and had already recovered from the cold, but there was no news that the emperor was going to hunt in Beijing.

Wen Qi felt that the emperor probably didn't want to go hunting anymore. After all, the weather was getting colder and the emperor didn't seem to be a good rider, so he probably avoided it for a while.

Yue Ming annoyed him a little in the first few days, but then he never came again, and Wen Qi himself didn't know where he was.

Free and at ease, Wen Qi spent the whole day amusing with the eight songs in the house, tending to the flowers and plants, and doing nothing beside him, like a pampered male pet in the palace.

Not a concubine, because in this country, there is no concubine.

The only lady in the palace is himself, and now that he is gone, Wen Qi changed into a man's attire, drew fierce sword eyebrows, and walked around the market.

In ancient times, there was no TV, and listening to books and music was popular.

The common people were idle, and they really wanted to know what the situation in the palace was like, who had some romantic affairs recently, and they all paid money in front of the listening book stand.

Wen Qi just arrived here, so he had to buy a pack of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes. Looking at the shy little girl, he asked, "Where is the most famous storyteller here?"

"It turned out to be an outsider, the most famous...Tianxiang Tower."

Tianxiang Building?It doesn't sound like a good place to go.

The girl's face turned red, Wen Qi had no choice but to thank her, and hurried away.

After twists and turns and many fates, they finally reached the gate of Tianxiang Tower. A few girls threw handkerchiefs and forcibly pulled Wen Qi in.

It's too easy for Wen Qi to squeeze in.

He still had some silver on him, so he sat in the private room on the second floor, wanting to listen more comfortably.

The first floor was already filled with water, people crowded in front of a stage, Wen Qi rested his chin, wanting to see how this ancient man told stories.

Before the time came, he looked around casually, and saw that the second floor was also full of seats, and there was a screen between everyone, so he could vaguely see the silhouette, but not the face.

There is a sense of worry.

Just as Wen Qi thought so, there was the sound of the chopping board slapping the table from below.

"As I said last time, Wei Gui's manpower overcame all difficulties and tried all kinds of tricks, and finally reached the emperor's side."

Wen Qi:?

He admitted against all odds, what does it mean to use all tricks?

"Your Majesty Wei is a strange person. She can drink the wind without eating all day long. Once the emperor has something he doesn't want to do, she can call the wind and call the rain. No, she summoned the wind god a few days ago because the emperor didn't want to hunt. .”

Someone from the bottom asked: "Then some places are extremely dry, shouldn't we just let Mr. Wei go?"

The storyteller made another decision, and the subordinates thought they had made a mistake and dared not speak up.

But the man laughed and said: "That's right, as long as Wei Guiren cries, the world will rain down, as long as he smiles, there will be strong winds blowing, as long as he howls, mountains will collapse and the ground will crack, otherwise you think..."

"Why would the emperor keep a woman by his side?"

All the onlookers suddenly realized: "So that's how it is!"

Wen Qi finally couldn't bear it anymore, as the person involved, he burst out laughing.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew.

"Look, this is nobleman Wei laughing."

Wen Qi was completely stunned. After a moment of stunned, he thought that it was just a coincidence.

Unexpectedly, he tried to howl again, only to feel the ground under his feet trembling.

Everyone yelled and knelt down and kowtowed: "Please, Mr. Wei, stop howling!"

As nobleman Wei, I still want to shed a few more tears to see if it is true.

But just when he was about to cry, someone came to the cubicle and walked out directly holding his arm.

Wen Qi saw the long-lost Yueming.

He narrowed his eyes: "Are you following me?"

Yue Ming: "I'm just here to listen to the book."

Even if he listened to the book, he was listening to his own book, so what excuse did he have?

It seems that he likes himself, but his favorability has not changed at all.

If Shou hadn't said that the world would become more and more difficult in the future, Wen Qi was anxious like an ant on a hot pot.

"Why do I have these strange spells?"

Even if he was crying to death before, the world didn't change at all, why now...

"Because of what the people want."

What the people want...

Is this any different from Yumai Collection of Books and Cisuo Fox Calling?Isn't it all feudal superstition?Now Wen Qi has every reason to believe that everything was done on purpose by Yue Ming.

But I am not a three-year-old child, so how could I trust him?

The wind is moving, it's just a coincidence, the ground is moving, it may be that Yueming people pushed Tianxiang Tower together, and there is such a movement. Isn't storytelling all about effects, just like the current 4D theaters, giving people the most intuitive feel.

Yueming knew that Wen Qi didn't believe it: "You're not in Tianxiang Tower now, try again."

Just as Wen Qi wanted to laugh, Yue Ming cut Wen Qi's hand with a knife.

There was still blood on the sword.

Wen Qi didn't feel any pain at all, and still didn't forget to scold others: "You... mother is sick."

Yue Ming's eyes were slightly cold, and he sprinkled some unknown powder, Wen Qi suddenly jumped up and down in pain, tears rolled down, and a dark cloud immediately floated in the sky, Yue Ming pulled him into a small shop on the street .

With the sound of rain, Wen Qi looked at his hands, and couldn't help but greet Yue Ming's parents again.

Isn't your own hand your hand?Can you tolerate him scribbling casually?

When Yue Ming took out the bandage, Wen Qi directly put his body on his back and didn't let him move.

"I used Gu. If you don't bandage it in time, I'm afraid the blood in your body will flow out."

Wen Qi opened his eyes slightly.

insanity? !

He just sprinkled the powder and it turned out to be a Gu worm?

Is it too bad?

Wen Qi was so angry that he was trembling. Just as he was about to curse, his mouth was gagged by a man, and the fragrance from the handkerchief spread all the way to Wen Qi's nose.

Pooh.

After bandaging his hands, Yue Ming said again: "You have to come to me once a month to relieve the Gu, if you don't come for a month, the Gu will attack and you will fester and die."

Wen Qi glanced at him coldly, but said nothing.

This attitude became clearer and he was very satisfied, and said: "The hunting should be gone, now you have to enter the palace to participate in the draft as a son of a good family."

Wen Qi rolled his eyes: "I look like this? Can I choose?"

The emperor regards ugliness as beauty, and in his eyes, he must be extremely ugly, and it is estimated that the first batch will be brushed off.

However, Yue Ming smiled: "I will definitely be selected, because...now the whole country is secretly looking for noble people..."

Wen Qi understood everything. During the draft, after he was selected, he would continue to live as a noble person, that is to say, the emperor would let him play the role of a noble person.

Everything is back to the original point, and everything seems to have not gone back.

Wen Qi was impatient: "When will the Gu be released every month?"

"You don't need to know, I will find a way to inform you when the time comes."

It's a bit of a conscience, Wen Qi thought.