[Martial Arts] Infinite Chamber Game

Shangguan Jinhong had good hearing. Even though he was hiding in the shade far away from the entrance of the cold palace, he could still hear the footsteps of the newcomers.

The footsteps were heavy and slow, but very regular, indicating that the man was of good family, frail, and seldom moved around. There were two people following him with fast footsteps, but their footsteps were heavier. They should be servants or palace maids who were taking care of him. They were not very old and were carrying luggage.

What a pity, he thought it was Li Xunhuan.

After a while, the sound of the palace gate being locked again was heard, and footsteps gradually approached. Wuhua walked out of the side hall, carrying four dishes in both hands, and kicked Shangguan Jinhong's chair: "Go and bring out the food." Suddenly he paused: "Is Li Xunhuan here to eat for free again?" He quickly shook his head: "It seems not."

Shangguan Jinhong went to serve the meal and get the bowls and chopsticks. The kitten in his arms jumped onto the dining table. Wuhua picked up the cat's tail and threw it down. The little guy rolled on the ground, breathing at him with its fur standing on end.

"Master, do you smell it? It smells so good! I didn't expect that there is someone in the cold palace who is such a good cook!"

As the brisk voices came, the unfortunate fellow who was banished to the cold palace came over through two rows of willows. It was almost the same as Shangguan Jinhong had guessed, a frail young man in his twenties with a pale face. Behind him was a handsome servant, no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, carrying two large bundles on his back, almost burying him completely. There was also a woman in her forties or fifties, also carrying a small bundle in her hands. The three of them were all dressed very simply.

At this time Shangguan Jinhong also came out with rice and bowls and chopsticks, and the few people happened to meet.

The young man looked a little embarrassed. He covered his mouth with his sleeve and coughed lightly, then bowed and said, "My name is Yang Muqing, nice to meet you two."

Then the atmosphere became dull, because normal people would immediately return the greeting and give their names. If they were more enthusiastic, they would even invite him to the table to eat together. Unfortunately, Wuhua and Shangguan Jinhong were not normal people and ignored him.

The frail young man felt even more embarrassed. His pale face suddenly turned red, and he looked a little better. Fortunately, the servant gave him a way out in time.

"Sir, it's so hot in the courtyard. You've been weak since childhood and can't stand for long. You'd better go inside. This cold palace has been deserted for many years. Please wait a moment. I will clean it up for you with Mama Fang."

Yang Muqing nodded after thinking for a moment, then turned and went to the side hall.

It was not until the master and servants entered the house that Shangguan Jinhong asked, "Do you have anything to say?"

Wuhua smiled slightly: "I just suddenly remembered that people like him have a special name in the game, it seems to be called... NBA?"

Shangguan Jinhong asked: "Isn't it an NPO?"

"DNA?"

"CPU?"

The two of them tried to arrange and combine the twenty-six letters they learned from the college entrance examination, but they still couldn't remember what the exclusive noun was.

However, the appearance of such a person usually means that the game will have new progress, which is the consensus of the two people.

"Maybe we should ask him how he got here?" Wuhua said, "Something must have happened outside."

The Great Detective copy uses this routine. The appearance of any DNA (? ) is a clue given by the game, and Lu Xiaofeng particularly likes to chat with these people.

Shangguan Jinhong glanced at him and said, "Wouldn't it be faster to ask Li Xunhuan directly?"

Wuhua smiled awkwardly: "That's true."

As they were talking, a heart-wrenching scream suddenly came from the side hall!

It is hard to imagine that a healthy man can make sounds similar to those of a eunuch.

The fifteen-year-old servant ran out with a red face, holding a sky-blue vase with ice cracks in his hand. He ran out angrily, and the sickly young master pulled his sleeve back, muttering: "Forget it, forget it, I've been sent to the cold palace, why are you making trouble?"

The servant shouted, "How can we let this go? Here is the evidence!" The servant jumped over and placed the vase on the table fiercely, cursing, "This vase is a unique piece made in the Ru kiln, and was given to the Empress by His Majesty! Tell me! How could it be in the cold palace!"

After saying that, the servant lowered his eyes and looked, his face turned green, and his outstretched hand was shaking: "You...you two are so bold! This plate is clearly a tribute to your majesty from the Western Regions, ah! This glazed jade bowl, ah! Could this be the rhinoceros horn chopsticks collected by Concubine Jing!"

Looking more closely, wow, everything from the table to the bowls and chopsticks, to the cups and plates, were stolen from the palace in recent days!
And this chair, isn't this the one that the Empress Dowager lost? I searched the whole palace and found it.

The servant sat down on the ground, he thought that finding a Ru kiln vase would be evidence to overturn his master's case, but he didn't expect that he had walked into a den of thieves!
Were these two people not famous thieves before they entered the palace?

They won't be murdered to silence them, right?

It was a hot day in July, but it suddenly became cool!

Shangguan Jinhong really had the demeanor of a bandit leader. He said calmly, "I took it. What do you want to do with it?"

The boy grinned and said after a long while: "I...I..."

After saying "I" for a long time, his lips flattened and he burst into tears. In the end, it was the weak young man who apologized and took the person away.

After all this commotion, there was no need to even ask Li Xunhuan. Needless to say, it must have been because this unique Ru kiln piece was stolen and the person was wrongly accused and brought in.

What an unlucky guy.

Facts have proved that unlucky people don't just have bad luck once. Once the bad luck starts, it will continue one after another, endlessly.

In the evening, the sky was filled with scorching clouds, and the unbearable heat finally had a breeze. The small door of the cold palace opened, and a servant pushed a cart in and put a basket of dry buns, two plates of vegetables, and half a bucket of leftover swill from the palaces into the narrow door. This was the one-day meal for the deposed concubine in the cold palace.

This happens every day. It's the cold palace. Once you enter it, you can never get out. Few deposed concubines can survive more than a year. Half a year at most. They either go crazy or die. There's no need to be too nice to them.

Wuhua and Shangguan Jinhong are absolute exceptions.

The two of them strolled around the palace with their superb martial arts skills. If they saw anything they liked, they would just say "take it". They ate and used the best of things. They grew vegetables and raised chickens and ducks as a hobby. Naturally, they looked down on the leftovers and the rags that were brought in every ten days or half a month.

However, once the things were delivered, in order to prevent people outside from finding out, Wuhua would usually take the things away immediately, and then put the empty plates back to their original places after a while, creating a feeling of "finally there is something to eat after being so hungry." In fact, the cats and chickens would not eat these things, and in the end Wuhua would pour them all into the toilet.

Today was no exception. After bringing in the food, Wuhua poured it into the toilet and put the plate back. After doing all this, Wuhua walked back contentedly. Unexpectedly, when she turned around, she met a pair of resentful and red eyes.

Ah, he's new to the NBA, and he's still hungry.

No wonder today's meal looks a little extra.

Being stared at by those tearful and aggrieved eyes, even the wonderful monk Wuhua felt a slight pang of conscience.

He decided to redeem it all.

"I haven't used this toilet bowl today. If you fish it out now, maybe you can still eat it."

This is of course a lie, Amitabha, may Buddha forgive me.

(End of this chapter)