Yuwen Longxiang glanced at her, "Do you know how to make alchemy?"
She had heard something about it. In ancient times, there were indeed emperors who kept some Taoist priests who made alchemy. They were not afraid that they would die from eating strange things.
When an emperor wants to make elixirs, there are generally two types. One is for immortality, just like Qin Shihuang. The other is for himself to have more women.
As an emperor, he has this inherent advantage. He can have sex with any woman he wants. I heard that in the past, in some palaces, the maids did not wear pants, only skirts, just to make it easier for the emperor to have sex when he wanted to.
But the average emperor is just a mortal after all, and does not have such good physical fitness at all. So he can only think of some evil ways. This so-called "alchemy" is actually the preparation of aphrodisiacs.[
She looked at Yuwen Longxiang with a strange expression, trying to confirm her suspicion.
He looked almost acquiescent, put his hand gently on her shoulder, and said slowly, "There is an old Taoist priest who claims to know a kind of imperial technique of harvesting yin and replenishing yang. If you persist, you can live forever. This is believed by the emperor.
But this kind of thing is very obscene, so naturally he doesn’t dare to do it openly, so he can only find some palace maids secretly. The ordinary few can’t satisfy him.”
Murong Qingshuang sneered in disbelief, "How could anyone believe such a thing?"
He slowly lowered his hands to hug her, and lowered his head to rest on her neck, "In matters of life and death, I would rather believe it or not. I think the emperor is also very happy with it."
"What a coincidence today..." No wonder the emperor's expression changed later on.
Yuwen Longxiang smiled heartlessly: "Brother Huang probably wanted to just look at Chenyue and leave, but what happened later... If Chenyue seduces him in this situation, he can hold it back, I think
Admired."
Seeing the gloating look on his face, he said, "You have a very delicate relationship with him."
"Where to start..." He gently brushed Murong Qingshuang's long hair, "I'm just...I'm sorry that he would believe this."
"Yuwen Longxiang, do you want to be the emperor?" After a moment of hesitation, she stared at Yuwen Longxiang and asked directly.
He seemed to be stunned. He stopped and slowly raised his eyes.
After a moment, he said softly, "If you really want to, there is no place for him in the throne."
It was inconvenient for her to mention this topic, which was very sensitive in ancient times.
