Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 777: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)

The dusk turned into thick ink between the palace walls.

Song Yuesheng first went back to Qiwu Palace and changed into a nightgown. The inky-black fabric blended into the night, and only the soft rope wrapped around his waist glowed coldly in the moonlight.

She walked along the shadow of the palace wall, taking every step precisely to avoid the sight of the patrolling imperial guards.

The gate of the Imperial Observatory was closed, and the copper bells on the eaves jingled in the night wind.

Song Yuesheng shook out a copper coin from her sleeve and flicked it with her fingertips. With a crisp "ding" sound, the copper coin rolled over the bluestone slab. The guards at the gate followed the sound and she took the opportunity to climb over the wall.

"Who?" The guard turned around suddenly.

There was no one on the wall, only a dead leaf swirling down.

Song Yuesheng held her breath and stuck to the wall. When the footsteps faded away, she nimbly climbed into the yard.

The scene in the dream was at the observatory.

Song Yuesheng glanced at the towering place not far away and began to move towards that place cautiously.

However, when she just stepped onto the first step of the observatory, her feet suddenly shook and the step collapsed slightly. She immediately rolled sideways to the railing, and saw three crossbow arrows "whoosh" into the place where she had just stood.

If it was just used for stargazing, I wouldn't be so cautious.

Could it be that this is where the mirror fell three hundred years ago?

Song Yuesheng put aside her doubts, took out a silver hairpin from her hair, and carefully tested the steps. Sure enough, there was a movable brick every three steps. After noting the location, she jumped over the dangerous area as lightly as a cat.

Climbing to the top floor, on a nine-foot square platform, a bronze star disk stood quietly. The twenty-eight constellations on the star disk glowed dimly, and the Tai Chi pattern in the center was sunken, as if something was missing.

This shape is... a modern key?!

And the place he saw in the dream... Song Yuesheng tapped his head, carefully comparing the scenes in reality and the dream, then slowly walked to the center of the observatory, and then began to walk two or three steps west.

She glanced at a corner of the library in the distance.

This is the location.

Song Yuesheng walked to the strange bronze star plate again. She used her palm to gesture at the concave Tai Chi pattern and found that the shape of this key was larger than an ordinary key, but smaller than the size of her palm.

But where can I find this thing?

Casting a wide net is bound to attract the attention of souls from other worlds.

Eh?

Yan Wujiu has a modern black hairband on his wrist. Does it mean that the key is in the soul of another world?

Just as Song Yuesheng was about to leave, footsteps were heard downstairs reaching the door.

Without hesitation, she untied the soft rope around her waist and quickly tied it to the railing behind the bronze astrolabe.

In the howling night wind, she jumped down from the two-story observatory. Amid the swaying shadows of the trees, she landed as lightly as a cat, and the flexible rope drew a silver arc in the moonlight when it was retracted.

Song Yuesheng was about to leave when he heard a familiar voice above his head:

"Why did Aunt Dan have to make this trip in person?"

This voice——Lin Wuxia? !

Song Yuesheng's pupils suddenly shrank and his back pressed against the cold wall.

He actually returned to the palace early?

"This matter is of utmost importance and cannot be delayed any longer." Auntie's voice was somewhat anxious. "Your Majesty has been bewitched by that witch, and the deputy supervisor was just dismissed yesterday... The Empress Dowager asked you to come back for the sake of the country."

The night wind brought the faint sound of the compass turning.

Lin Wuxia seemed to be comparing the stars, and the sound of bronze objects colliding could be heard.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly chuckled, "Aunt Dan, Concubine Heng's fate is not my responsibility."

I just heard the compass click.

"If the star enters the evil spirit, you will die within two years. But if you forcibly disturb it..." His voice suddenly turned cold, "you will be retaliated."

In the shadow of the tree, Song Yuesheng's fingertips dug deeply into his palms.

"Please tell the Queen Mother exactly what I said." Lin Wuxia's footsteps faded away. "It is especially at times like this that we must remain calm."

Song Yuesheng stood in the shadows, the verdict of "you will die within two years" echoing in his ears.

Oops.

It must be "One Word Memory" that made the Nanshan witchcraft she casually wrote come true.

The problem is a necessary condition for this world - to record great achievements in the history books in the name of the Queen.

The title of “Queen” can be directly conferred upon Wen Yu despite everyone’s opposition, but what about the “great achievements”?

The previous dynasty now calls her "the evil concubine". It will take too much time to whitewash her name. Two years may not be enough.

Wait a moment.

Song Yuesheng suddenly noticed the bug.

Although the word "great achievements" is a positive word, the necessary conditions issued by the system do not require that one must do good things, so... it is also okay to criticize a person in a sarcastic way.

She slapped her forehead in regret.

If she had figured this out earlier, she wouldn't have to stay in the cold palace, cleaning, growing vegetables, refining medicine with impure herbs, and getting things from the Dichen Garden.

well.

In the next two years, while looking for the key, he made "Yao Fei" bigger and stronger.

Song Yuesheng suddenly felt that the fifteenth day of the first lunar month was a good time to have some fun.

She was in such a surprisingly good mood that she went to Lin Wuxia's residence before leaving the Imperial Observatory.

Lin Wuxia was drawing a star map at his desk when he heard the sound of the window opening. When he looked up, the candlelight reflected a trace of surprise on his handsome face: "Noble Concubine Heng never takes the usual path."

Song Yuesheng chuckled, and her figure wrapped in a nightgown was faintly visible in the candlelight.

She walked slowly closer, her fingertips brushing the edge of the table: "Lin Jian is far away in the Imperial Ancestral Temple..." Suddenly leaning over, her hair brushing the back of his hand holding the pen, "He knows everything about the palace."

Lin Wuxia finally raised his eyes.

The candlelight flickered in his eyes, reflecting her red lips close at hand. It was the first time he looked at her so closely, his Adam's apple moved slightly, but he remained as straight as a pine tree: "What is the purpose of your night visit, Madam?"

"Shh——" Song Yuesheng suddenly stretched out his hand and put his fingertips on his lips.

Lin Wuxia was startled by the cool touch, but she sat on the table without paying any attention to the inkstone being knocked over. "Lin Jianzheng is observing the stars today..."

The jade feet swayed lightly, and the tip of the embroidered shoes rubbed his knees intentionally or unintentionally, "Can you see anything interesting?"

Lin Wuxia stood up suddenly, but she grabbed his belt. Song Yuesheng used the force to get close to her, and their noses almost touched: "What are you hiding from?"

Her breath was as sweet as orchid. "Could it be that the Imperial Temple was swept..." Her fingers slid along the belt to his heart. "Have you realized something else? But you've only been gone for four or five days."

The candle flame suddenly shook violently.

Lin Wuxia tried to grab her wrist, but she used her strength to push him down onto the bookshelf. The ancient books fell to the ground and the candlesticks were knocked over.

In the darkness, Song Yuesheng took the opportunity to lean close to his ear and said, "Lin Wuxia, you have been reading the stars for others. Have you ever read..." Her red lips brushed his earlobe, "your own life?"

The cold touch of the bookshelf came through the fabric, but she was like a ball of fire, burning people with nowhere to escape.

"Does Your Majesty know what you are doing?" His voice finally cracked.

"Hasn't Principal Lin heard that I'm a demon concubine?" Song Yuesheng's voice was a little surprised, "A demon must practice..."

Before she finished her words, she suddenly bit his lower lip.

The bite was fierce and accurate, and the taste of rust instantly spread between his lips and teeth. When he felt the pain, she licked the corner of his mouth soothingly, and then quickly stepped back.

The blue sparrow was so anxious that it banged its head in the sea of ​​stars.

How come when I wasn't paying attention for a moment, Sister Yue started to hook up with the male protagonist Lin Wuxia?

Hasn't she been like this for a long time?

What stimulated you?

There is no moon tonight, and Lin Wuxia can only see Song Yuesheng's figure approaching the window.

Her voice was brisk: "Someone is here. Lin Jianzheng, I'm looking forward to your explanation~"

The night wind carried these words and her figure away in the moonlight. Lin Wuxia stood there, stroking the wound on his lips with his fingertips, his eyes surging with dark currents.

"Demon Concubine..."