MMB Chapter 272 Daji's Second Dream
Chapter 272 Daji's Second Dream
The carriage was as big as a room.
A fluffy bed, a dragon-shaped desk piled high with memorials, and a low table specifically for holding fruits.
The incense from the cauldron rose gently, filling the entire space with a serene and ambiguous atmosphere.
Once Daji got into the carriage, she began to plot how to extract the Emperor's heart.
Relying on force? Forget it.
This is the terrifying being who beat the Western God to a pulp.
Then... I'll have to rely on my looks.
After all, everyone says that this tyrant is lustful.
She glanced furtively at the emperor, who was bent over his desk reviewing memorials, and cautiously moved closer.
The hem of her skirt dragged across the carpet without making a sound.
The emperor suddenly stopped writing.
"It smells so good."
Daji was taken aback.
Is he praising himself?
For no apparent reason, she felt a little shy.
It's clearly a fox; it shouldn't have those pretentious human attitudes.
The emperor turned to look at her, his gaze calm:
"I thought you would smell like a fox."
Daji was dumbfounded:
"You...you know I'm a fox?"
"What kind of fox demon haven't I seen?"
The Emperor's tone was calm and composed, as if he were discussing something utterly ordinary:
"I've just never seen anyone as beautiful as you."
It is a blessing that such a beautiful fox as you exists in this world.
Your outfit is too tacky—you'd be better suited to solid colors.
Daji panicked a little.
I was clearly praising her, but I was actually feeling really flustered inside.
In this world, humans worship gods and hate monsters.
What if he... just kills himself?
The emperor picked up the memorial again, his gaze returning to the paper, his voice neither warm nor cold:
"Hide your fox tail well, don't let anyone see it."
If outsiders knew that the Su family had fooled me with a fox...
I had no choice but to send troops to exterminate the entire Su clan.
At that time, it will be another bloody incident.
Daji blinked.
She didn't understand...
Why is it that if outsiders know the truth, people will be killed, but if outsiders don't know, nothing will happen?
She felt it was better to be a fox; without the cunning and intrigue of a human, it was too complicated.
Discovering that the tyrant wasn't as bad-tempered as she had imagined, and seemingly uninterested in her body, Daji completely let loose.
Like a nimble little elf, it would sometimes cross its arms to admire the murals in the carriage, sometimes crawl on the floor to play with the plush carpet, and sometimes curiously approach the emperor, pricking up its ears to stare at the winding characters.
can't read.
She simply lay down on the soft bed and unceremoniously grabbed some fruit and stuffed it into her mouth.
Perhaps out of boredom, he drifted off to sleep, drooling all over his pillow.
When I woke up again, it was already night.
Daji twitched her nose and smelled the aroma of chicken legs.
She sat up abruptly, noticing the emperor was still reviewing memorials. Her gaze shifted slightly to the delicacies on the table, and her stomach began to rumble.
Where is even a trace of a beautiful woman's demeanor?
The Emperor smiled and shook his head:
"Eat."
Daji jumped to the edge of the table and began to feast, mumbling indistinctly as she gnawed on a chicken leg:
"You're such a strange person, I really don't understand you—you're so busy, why did you come to pick me up in person?"
The emperor put down the memorial, his gaze deep and unfathomable:
"Because of an old man."
Daji shrank back, her eyes darting away.
That old man, could he be the Western God? Does he... know I'm here to dig out his heart?
The Emperor continued:
"There was an old man in prison who was very good at arithmetic. He created the Book of Changes."
I found it quite interesting, so I decided to come and take a look.
Unexpectedly, I have also come to a realization—through calculation, my visit to You Su is the will of Heaven.
Daji breathed a sigh of relief. That definitely wasn't the Western God.
She thought for a moment, then asked:
"Amazing at arithmetic? Even more amazing than the sage Ji Chang?"
The Emperor frowned and scoffed:
"That old man's name was indeed Ji Chang."
Whether he can be considered a saint... I don't know.
"So it really is the legendary Ji Chang." Daji continued gnawing on her chicken leg, speaking casually.
"Actually, it's easy to find out if he is a saint."
I've heard that a sage doesn't eat the flesh of his own son—you chop up his son and feed him to him.
If he ate it, he definitely wouldn't be a saint.
The emperor picked up the memorial again, without even looking up: "You have the heart of a viper."
Daji didn't care.
In her eyes, humans are humans, and foxes are foxes.
"I have the heart of a fox," she said.
.......
"Knock knock knock".
The knocking woke Daji.
"My husband—my husband—"
She searched aimlessly for that figure by the bedside, but found nothing.
In a daze, she couldn't tell if it was a dream or reality, or if it was thousands of years ago or thousands of years in the future.
The furnishings in this room were exactly the same as those in the carriage.
Daji rubbed her head, got out of bed, and pushed open the door.
Jiang Chaosheng was standing outside the door.
The moment she saw him, she suddenly felt that nothing else mattered.
As long as he's there, everything is fine.
"My husband—" Her eyes curved into crescent moons with laughter.
Jiang Chaosheng said:
You've been sleeping a lot lately.
Daji smoothed her hair, her tone nonchalant:
"I've been feeling sleepy ever since I came back from Dream Island."
Jiang Chaosheng nodded:
"That's for the best. For the next two months, you can just sleep."
Don't wake up no matter what happens.
Daji frowned.
Instinctively, she sensed a hint of unease.
She stared intently at Jiang Chaosheng's face, trying to find any clues beneath his calm expression.
She stared intently at Jiang Chaosheng's face, trying to find any clues beneath his calm expression.
But that face was too still—it contained nothing except that it overlapped with the husband in her dream.
Whether in dreams or in reality, he always wears the same calm expression, never letting anyone know what he's thinking.
She couldn't help but ask:
"Husband, what happened?"
Jiang Chaosheng remained silent for a moment, then shook his head:
I don't know either. I can't explain it.
In short, no matter what happens next, do not leave your room.
Daji panicked:
"Are you in danger?"
Could it be that the Western God has returned and is here to cause you trouble?
"I will stand with my husband through thick and thin!"
Jiang Chaosheng was taken aback.
Western God?
Sure enough, Daji is regaining her memories.
His expression returned to calm:
"Try to recover your memories."
Perhaps in the near future, your memories will be more useful to me than your magic.
Daji remained silent for a long time, then slowly nodded, her voice soft yet solemn:
"Yes. As my husband commands."
...
Half a month later, Changbai Mountain.
Lin Yan, the Goddess of Light, entered the underground palace through the entrance of the Heavenly Pool.
She took out her specially made phone and dialed the gigolo's number:
"Chen Yuxi should have finished by now."
The voice of the male prostitute came through the phone:
"The Empress has been missing for half a month. Where has she gone?"
Lin Yan said:
"This is exactly what I wanted to tell you."
Of all these buyers, the most difficult to deal with is the owner of the Five Immortals Candle.
I originally intended to help Chen Yuxi, so I went to the foot of Changbai Mountain.
The owner of the Five Immortals Candle is not easy to deal with, mainly because the five immortals saw through my plan.
Not only did they absolutely refuse to let the master of the Five Immortal Candles go to the South China Sea, but they also imprisoned me for half a month.
The Cowherd was silent for a while:
"We no longer need the Five Immortal Candles; that guy from the Dark Council got the Ghost Gloves a few days ago."
"Your Majesty has worked hard. Please return to the United States."
Lin Yan shook her head and said:
"If your peace plan is progressing smoothly, then my peace plan cannot be hastily concluded."
I am going to the underground palace to summon the corpse soldiers and the Blood Droplets.
"Cowherd, as we agreed before, you kill Twilight, and I will restore the Qing Dynasty."
On the other end of the phone, the Cowherd's voice rang out:
"Respectfully obey the Empress's command."
Lin Yan hung up the phone and walked deeper into the underground palace.
The further I walked, the more uneasy I felt.
Why... is it so quiet?
Suddenly, a bell rang.
"when!"
"when!"
"when!"
Third tone.