Shatuo Queshi, yes, indeed it’s Shatuo Queshi, in the form he had in life, muddled and wandering within his own team, spending his days eating and drinking.
And at this mont, his hand is gripping the neck of the Princess.
It’s clear that the redness in Shatuo Queshi’s eyes is becoming increasingly profound.
The blind man walked behind Zheng Fan and whispered:
"My lord, this ans Shatuo Queshi’s conscious mind is slowly fading. A Cheng is outside, so I don’t know exactly what’s happening to Shatuo Queshi, nor do I understand the principle of this change."
"Let’s deal with the imdiate issue first," Zheng Fan said.
Just then,
The Princess’s gaze glanced over here again,
She saw the man in the hoodie return,
At the sa ti, another thin man in blue and white striped clothes with a masked face appeared.
Because the figure Zheng Fan was presenting was the form he had before being euthanized, is that not thin and weak?
"Who are you really?" the Princess spoke.
Zheng Fan silently retreated back, returning to the adjacent room, the blind man closely followed, while the Princess could only watch those two strange n coming and going.
In the adjacent room, Zheng Fan removed his mask and sat by a small round table.
The blind man sat beside Zheng Fan, and reminded:
"My lord, first you need to communicate with Mo Wan, to let it hand over the power and control to you, and then communicate with Shatuo Queshi."
Zheng Fan raised his hand,
motioning the blind man to stop speaking,
only to see Zheng Fan take a deep breath,
then rub his face with both hands,
and said:
"These are not problems, let find my state first, no need for you to give any suggestions, I have my own thods and rhythm."
"Yes, my lord."
Zheng Fan rubbed his wrist,
reached out,
making a gesture as if holding a pen.
This is a habitual gesture, starting from his student days, whenever he thinks he would want to twirl a pen.
The blind man understood, reached over and picked up a silver chopstick from the center of the small round coffee table, and placed it in the lord’s hand.
The silver chopstick was usually used with fruit platters; it had a dragon pattern on top and peony embroidery on the bottom, quite delicate indeed.
But, this was actually not an item from the Earl’s Mansion.
The layouts of the Earl’s Mansion can be subtly pleasing, but when it cos to these small detail items, well, let’s face it, who would use chopsticks to eat dried fruit at ho, let alone silver chopsticks?
Only those truly upscale households, extravagantly wealthy to a certain level, would put thought into these little aspects.
And thus,
This also signifies,
The Princess’s consciousness begins to manifest in this environnt, and this chopstick is a detail.
It’s like a house leaking water, initially just a small crack.
Moreover, the silver chopstick is finely detailed, the carving is clear, indicating the Princess is currently quite composed.
Zheng Fan spun the chopstick with his right hand, while gently tapping the table with his left.
The blind man quietly asked again, "My lord, do you need anything else?"
"Background music perhaps."
"Alright."
The blind man reached out, picked up two more chopsticks, and then arranged the bowls and teapots on the round table, preparing to play a tune.
At the sa ti,
The blind man carefully asked:
"My lord, which song?"
"’Lilac’ perhaps."
"Alright, what mode?"
"Single track repeat."
"Alright."
The adjacent room was already brewing with underlying currents,
But the two people in this room, were still quite focused on maintaining a refined appearance.
The blind man began tapping on the edge of the bowls with the chopsticks, playing the tune.
Zheng Fan listened while twirling the pen,
Smiling said:
"Let’s have the original vocals co in."
The blind man began to sing: "You said you loved lilac the most..."
Zheng Fan contentedly closed his eyes,
and snapped his fingers,
said:
"Mo Wan, transfer."
"Snap!"
In an instant,
The sky darkened!
...
Illusion is a form of expressing consciousness, much like paints initially randomly piled together, but after the artist rearranges and redistributes colors in his hand, it can present a delicate landscape.
Zheng Fan’s commands are followed by Mo Wan.
Upon perceiving his consciousness starting to expand,
Zheng Fan said again:
"Old Sha, let take over, I must do sothing for you."
Zheng Fan didn’t know if Shatuo Queshi could hear his voice, but regardless, Zheng Fan did not believe Shatuo Queshi would refuse.
This is quite a peculiar feeling,
because Zheng Fan believes, Shatuo Queshi would not refuse any of his requests.
The Mo Wans used to joke saying the lord has recognized a godfather, later, fewer and fewer people joked, because this godfather is truly steady.
Sure enough,
The mont Zheng Fan’s words fell,
another surge of power began to bolster his consciousness.
In this brief period,
Zheng Fan transford from a passerby mingling in this environnt, into an artist who can pick up the brush to paint.
This feeling,
quite amazing,
yet familiar.
As if returning to the years sitting behind the desk pondering plots and composing scenes in the past life;
But,
This ti, I only have one reader.
Upon picking up the brush, the fatigue and heaviness from the brush can be clearly felt.
You could fault Shatuo Queshi for choosing this thod; if it wasn’t for happening to co and save the day, his outco could be very bleak indeed.
Yet Zheng Fan could not criticize the other even slightly, not even a hint of complaint would be sinful, as Shatuo Queshi also knew, attempting to directly rise and kill the Princess was the most straightforward and simple approach, but he feared implicating himself so he refrained from doing so.
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