When a person is bored to a certain level, any disturbance can arouse strong curiosity.
Leng Gong's fart is a big place, I've been here for three days and I've touched it thoroughly.
Counting me, there are a total of sixteen useless concubines, four are senile, seven are crazy, two are blind, two are insane and talk nonsense all day long, and I am the only one left who is normal.
So who is playing the flute?
The sound was clearly in my ears, but I couldn't find the person playing the flute. Mo Chengjun followed me silently. Occasionally, when I turned around, I found Mo Chengjun with his head lowered and a smile on his face.
"What's wrong with you?" I stopped and asked.
Mo Chengjun quickly raised his head: "It's okay!"
"Is it okay? It's okay. You smile so charmingly at your crotch?" I said with doubt on my face.
"Maybe it's been a long time since I heard such beautiful flute music. I was overjoyed for a moment!"
As I spoke, the flute sound suddenly changed from gentle to urgent, beating my eardrums like thousands of horses galloping. I was shocked, this was no longer a simple piece of music, but... it was a special secret language.
Since ancient times, every country has created a way to deliver messages. There are two delivery methods, one is the carrying type, and the other is the non-object type. The carrying type refers to the type of message delivered by flying pigeons. The non-object type
Kata uses drums, piano sounds and other objects to weave notes into messages to convey to others.
"Go back!" I turned around and walked back out of boredom.
Mo Chengjun said quickly: "Yeah!"
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The soft moonlight quietly squeezed into my house through the cracks in the window, casting a thin beam of light on the ground. Everything was silent around me, but the flute played melodiously in my ears. I smiled with a calculating sneer, and
He had to sit up from the bed. He opened the door and walked directly to Mo Chengjun's room.
Mo Chengjun's door opened with a bang. Mo Chengjun was playing the flute. Unexpectedly, someone would suddenly break in. He was frightened and turned around quickly. When he saw me, his eyes were full of doubts and confusion.
I looked at him calmly and said, "Are you curious that I will be fine even though medicine was added to my meal?"
After a moment of surprise, Mo Chengjun regained his composure: "How did the princess find out!!"
"It's embarrassing to say that these days, no one has a quirk and is embarrassed to say hello to others. My quirk is that I recognize my bed. Once I change my bed, I will have insomnia for many days in a row. But for some reason, I have been unable to sleep every day since I moved to the cold palace.
I had a good sleep at night. That day my aunt said that I got up late, so I became suspicious. I didn’t expect that you put medicine in my food!" I explained to him in an orderly manner.
Mo Chengjun showed a helpless expression: "It seems that I underestimated you!"
"Why don't you say you overestimate yourself?"
This person who I initially considered to be my confidant is now secretly drugging me, regardless of whether his motives are good or bad. At least this approach is unacceptable to me.
Why are you betraying me? I feel like there is a villain in my heart crying helplessly. On the surface, I still put on a calm look and asked: "Why are you drugging me?"
"Because I'm afraid that the sound of the flute will disturb you!" Mo Chengjun looked at me calmly, with no trace of guilt in his eyes.
"Who are you passing the message to?"
"Can I not say it?"
I leisurely raised my blackened hand and looked at the oil lamp intently.
