Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 755: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)

As the red soup rolled, Song Yuesheng's eyes gradually darkened.

But this truth... was worse than she had expected.

Judging from the contact during this period, Wen Yu’s two personalities know of each other’s existence and call each other brothers.

The two personalities are very different.

The reason why "Wen Yu" is determined to be the main personality is simply because the male protagonist is called this name in the short plot given by the Sparrow Spirit.

The time when the secondary personality Wen Yu appears is not fixed.

He was inexplicably good to her, but the original owner did not remember him.

Song Yuesheng's fingertips gently stroked the rim of the cup.

Is it like the previous world, where the original owner lost his memory for some reason?

"Sparrow Spirit, is there any sign that the original owner's memory book has been sealed or tampered with?"

Blue Sparrow, who was watching a horror movie produced by the system, was startled when he heard the sound.

"Sister Yue... Sister Yue, wait a moment... it's going to take a little while..."

In fact, the blue sparrow wanted to buy time.

I was just scared.

It covered its pounding heart, retrieved the original owner's memory book, and used software to detect and analyze it.

After a while.

It replied: "Sister Yue, there is no trickery."

Finally, it added another sentence.

“If there are any abnormalities in the original owner’s memory book, we will inform the host before he or she performs the mission.

Like the host performing the mission without the original owner's memory, only giving the host half of the memory...

Therefore, the host may be discovered by the natives."

At this point, Blue Sparrow began to flatter.

"But these are just a drop in the bucket for Sister Yue.

Sister Yue, whatever you say will be very naturally rationalized, and people in the small world will not be able to notice it at all."

Song Yuesheng was stunned.

I almost forgot that such a strange phenomenon happened to her.

"Life and death in one thought" is not in line with the abilities of this world.

"Recalling memories with one word" is an ability that does not conform to the rules of the small world.

These two...could they be the reason why she was mistakenly bound to the Sparrow Spirit and forced to carry out the mission?

The red soup in the copper pot suddenly surged violently, just like her chaotic thoughts at the moment.

**

The morning light was dim, and the snow outside the Canwu Palace had not yet melted.

He Yingxue wrapped in fox fur stood in front of the cold palace door, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the gilded patterns on the food box.

I drank the calming soup prescribed by Doctor Li last night and slept soundly.

But how can being possessed by evil spirits be cured by just a few bowls of medicine?

"My queen, do we really have to go in now?" Han Zhi lowered her voice and looked around anxiously, "Commander Yan has already warned us last time..."

"Blood swallows are precious, she doesn't deserve such a thing." He Yingxue interrupted her, her voice as cold as ice.

She raised her chin, and a dark emotion flashed in her eyes.

"The Imperial Guards are away, so this is a good time. You stay outside and guard."

Han Zhi was worried: "But..."

He Yingxue glanced at her and said, "Hanzhi, you don't even listen to me?"

Hanzhi was in a trance for a moment.

The empress at this moment actually overlapped with the decisive Miss He before she got married.

"Squeak-"

When the palace gate was pushed open, Song Yuesheng was squatting in the corridor decocting medicine.

The medicine jar gurgled and white mist swirled between her eyebrows, making her plain face look even colder.

"Zhiqi, pass me the dried tangerine peel." She said without raising her head.

"Ah Heng, I have already reminded you..."

Hearing this name, Song Yuesheng looked up instantly, but was slightly stunned when he saw He Yingxue.

Although He Yingxue in front of him was dressed luxuriously, she no longer had her usual exaggerated makeup.

The dazzling flower ornament on her forehead was also gone.

He Yingxue walked slowly closer, her embroidered shoes rolling over the medicine residue on the ground.

"The royal family is ruthless, and your aunt has never taken you seriously."

She looked down at Song Yuesheng squatting on the ground, "But you insisted on listening to your father's lies about doing good for the Song family. Who can you blame for ending up like this?"

Song Yuesheng's eyes flashed, and he slowly closed the medicine jar.

Steam hissed out from the cracks, like a suppressed sneer.

"I wonder what the Imperial Concubine is here for?"

Song Yuesheng stood up and patted the medicine dust off the hem of her skirt.

"If it's still about the year-end ancestor worship, I've already said that we should ask the Ministry of Rites."

The two men's eyes met in the air.

Finally, He Yingxue placed the food box heavily on the stone table.

The golden nanmu wood collided with the bluestone, making a dull sound.

"I came here today to retrieve the gift I sent to the wrong person a few days ago."

Song Yuesheng's lips curled slightly, and the tongs that were poking the charcoal suddenly lifted up.

A few sparks exploded and almost splashed onto He Yingxue's luxurious skirt.

"Why should I take back a gift I gave away?"

Song Yuesheng tilted his head, a half-smile on his lips, "Your Highness is so precious, could it be that Zhuoying Palace is still short of these two boxes of blood swallows?"

He Yingxue's pupils suddenly shrank, and her nails painted with rouge dug deeply into the carved gaps of the food box.

She stared at Song Yuesheng's face which was red from the charcoal fire, and her voice seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth.

"Have you eaten yet?"

"Of course~"

Song Yuesheng drew out the tone, his fingertips gently stroking his throat.

"Bird's nest is the best for beauty. Your Majesty has sent it to me a month ago. If I still keep it, wouldn't that be a waste of your kindness?"

"you--!"

He Yingxue swung her sleeves fiercely and grabbed the food box.

"Just pretend that I have never been here today."

When he turned around, the fox fur swept across the stone table, leaving a pile of medicine residue on the ground.

"Ah Heng, success or failure, life or death is your own choice."

Song Yuesheng looked at her panicked back, a hint of inquiry flashing in his eyes.

Just as He Yingxue was about to step out of the corridor, she suddenly raised her voice.

"Please forgive me, my lady!" Her voice was filled with exaggerated fear. "I will go get it right away—"

He Yingxue paused.

How come you still have such a bad temper after entering the palace!

How did she survive until now?

After a while.

Song Yuesheng walked out slowly holding two carved wooden boxes, and the snow made a slight crunching sound under her feet.

She handed the wooden box to He Yingxue and tapped the lid lightly with her fingertips.

"Your Highness may wish to check it out."

There was a faint smile on her lips. "I didn't move at all. Although the blood swallow is very precious..."

Song Yuesheng turned his head and looked at the smoke rising from the kitchen. "But for the people in the cold palace, simple meals that can fill their stomachs are the most practical."

He Yingxue put the food box she brought on the ground, and took the brocade box without opening it.

"This is the food from the Shangshansi, it's an equal trade for taking it back."

She said in a cold tone, "But... since His Majesty has given you the herbs, I don't think he really intends to take your life."

"No matter how much your father dislikes you, if you really die in the palace..." He Yingxue suddenly sneered, "Forget about Shuangwu Pass. Your Majesty understands this very well."

Song Yuesheng raised an eyebrow: "Why don't you open it and take a look?"

"You and I have been fighting overtly and covertly for years, but you are not so despicable as to do something like this."

Just as He Yingxue was about to turn around, Song Yuesheng suddenly whispered.

"The snow in the cold palace has melted quite a bit today. I wonder if the snow in the Zhuoying Palace has melted just as fast? Or is it melting faster because it is facing the sun?"