On the Day I Ascended the Throne, I Found Out That I Was the Villain - Chapter 8

When the first people came, Fu Ping’An was eating, because it took some time to pack up, and it was already dark by the time the meal was eaten.

The Yong’An Palace has been abandoned in the past two years, but because Fu Ping’An suddenly regained his identity, emergency repairs were carried out this month, but there will always be various problems in the house that has been unoccupied for a long time. Fortunately, it is summer, and there is no need to clean it up, so only the main hall and the main house were repaired, first to ensure the comfort of Fu Ping’An.

It’s just that Fu Ping’An will only stay for one night at the moment.

Fu Ping’An thought her childhood memories were not very clear, but she didn’t expect those memories to come back as soon as she came back. She remembered playing hide-and-seek in this hall when she was a child, and accidentally knocked over a gilt copper lamp. The lamp oil dripped onto the screen, causing the main hall to be lit.

The mother was so angry that she wanted to beat her, but the father held her in his arms and said with a smile, “Don’t beat her, don’t beat her, I won’t dare.”

The mother said: “You can spoil her. Just raise her like this, sooner or later, a dummy will be raised.”

The father said, “I will teach it well when I get enlightened, but she is still young.”

Thinking of this story, Fu Ping’An felt in a trance that he smelled the faint scent of his father, Zhijin. The brocade is somewhat icy but soft.

Fu Ping’An thought about it; suddenly a little sad, lowered her head and wept; she quickly wiped it off, seeing that the maids were preparing dishes, they didn’t seem to notice anything, but she was afraid that she would continue to lose her temper, so she said, “You guys go out. ”

Mommy said: “Your Highness, this servant is here to serve you and eat.”

Fu Ping’An glanced at her and said, “Go out.”

She now has a little grasp of how to control these servants. First and foremost, it is you can’t show your emotions, and sometimes you have to show some negative emotions.

If she doesn’t show it, Mammy always feels that she can still say a few words, but as long as she is tough, Mammy will not dare to speak.

Sure enough, although Mammy showed some unease, she still went out with the maids.

On the table in front of me are four dishes and one soup. The soup is boiled lamb chop soup, which smells spicy, a plate of roast chicken, the skin is browned, a plate of seasonal vegetables, and a plate of raw fish.

The staple food is a bit strange. It is not the usual yellow rice, but a larger, crystal white food that smells sweet.

At this time, Chang’an Flower said——

[Chang’an Flower: Oh, I ate rice today.]

[Wang Ami, the queen of out-of-tune songs: I don’t usually eat rice.]

[Changanhua: I usually eat wheat rice.]

[Whether Wei and Jin: I came here after reading the post. When I look at this place, I really feel that this place is quite similar to our ancient times.]

[Wang Ami, Queen of Out-of-Tune Songs: Is there any boss who can judge what dynasty this is probably from the furnishings?]

[Taro mashed bobo milk tea: The furniture looks a bit like Qin and Han Dynasties, very simple and restrained.]

[Wang Ami after the out-of-tune song: Are you a boss? It doesn’t look like your name.]

[Taro mashed bobo milk tea: Discrimination?]

[Trisolaran: Everyone should be from Earth, right? Are they all from that forum? ]

[JULIET: Are you not a Trisolaran?]

[Trisolaran: “The Three-Body Problem” is a novel! Solved the case, you are not from the earth.]

[JULIET: No, I just clicked on it in real time.]

[Wang Ami after the off-key song: Anchor anchor, do you use toilet paper?]

***

The sudden outpouring of comments made Fu Ping’An suddenly dumbfounded, and then her face changed, thinking of what happened last time.

But how to deal with it? She didn’t know at all either.

[Insomnia day by day: All the bullet screens have been temporarily stopped!]

[Insomnia day by day: The anchor is not literate, and it is completely received by mental power. If you send so much junk content, the anchor will faint.]

[Trisolaran: You are not the administrator.]

[Insomnia day by day: Peace; set me as an administrator.]

Fu Ping’An: “I, I can’t.”

[Insomnia day by day: Call up the system panel and find the settings.]

Fu Ping’An: “Which is the setting?”

[Insomniac day by day: Call up the system panel, the fifth row, you can write the text you see on the sand table, and I can confirm it.]

[Insomnia day by day: I have also been a host before, and I probably know what the panel looks like.]

Fu Ping’An was greatly surprised.

Insomnia day by day… suddenly becomes so reliable!

[Insomnia day by day: Next, anyone who talks trash more than two sentences will be banned by me.]

Fu Ping’An stared at the panel and wrote two words according to what the other party said.

[Insomnia day by day: Further down, this is a recharge.]

Fu Ping’An wrote the next line again.

[Insomnia day by day: By the way, click in, see the last line, pull down, select my name, a dialog box will pop up, press the button on the right.]

Fu Ping’An half understood, she stared at the last line, but there was no response, she thought for a while, and then in her mind – pull down.

Sure enough, several familiar names suddenly appeared. The first one was “Ping An Baby is so cute”, the second one was “Insomnia day by Day”, and then “Chang’an Flower”.

Fu Ping paused briefly on the first name, but quickly looked at the second, thinking: Choice.

She kind of knows how to do this now.

Sure enough, a dialog box popped up, and she chose the button on the right.

The name “Insomniac” has a small purple box in front of it that reads “Administrator”.

Fu Ping’An was greatly surprised, and he felt like he had “learned again”.

[Insomnia day by day: Okay, now everyone can start talking step by step.]

[Trisolaran: Nerve, I’m gone.]

[Insomnia day by day: I have already said the general situation in the post. In short, this kid will be the emperor. I will not say anything else. I will go to see the Queen Mother tomorrow. What do you think? ]

No one spoke for a while.

It was just a bunch of words, but Fu Ping’An felt the stagnation of the air for some reason. She felt thirsty, so she took a sip of soup, and with a snort, the warm current swept through her body with a little pungency, and she felt comfortable. Many, I’m going to pick up the sashimi again. I just picked up the chopsticks, and someone said-

[Taro mashed bobo milk tea: Is that sashimi from river fish? I advise you not to eat it; maybe there are parasites (this can’t be considered as such. Trash talk?)]

[Insomnia day by day: No, I also think it’s best not to eat it.]

Fu Ping’An paused for a while and wondered: “Why? What are parasites?”

[Taro mash Bobo milk tea: a low-level eukaryotic organism that can cause illness and death. It was popular in ancient times for a while, but there are still many People die from parasite infection. ]

[Insomnia day by day: In short, there will be bugs burrowing into your stomach and making your stomach rot and stomach pain, so don’t eat it if you understand it. ]

Fu Ping’An let out an “oh” and let it go, but she was somewhat reluctant to part, but she was quickly attracted by the barrage.

[Changanhua: It is very important to meet the Queen Mother tomorrow. It is equivalent to an interview with a Fortune 500 company. ]

[Wang Ami after the off-key song: More than the top 500, let’s face the civil servants finally.]

[Taro mashed bobo milk tea: Don’t substitute yourself, the anchor is a child after all ]

[Insomnia day by day: In short, let’s walk through the process.]

[Wang Ami, Queen of Off-Key Songs: The Queen Mother is an old man. Old people like children. The anchor is very cute. It will be no problem to be lively and close to the Queen Mother. ]

[No matter Wei Jin: I feel that since the empress dowager has the adopted anchor, first of all, the anchor must not show that she loves the real mother more. If the empress dowager asks about her mother, she must say no.]

[Wang Ami, the queen of the off-key song: Fuck you, just say you don’t want it, can the Queen Mother believe it?]

[Regardless of Wei and Jin: Why don’t you believe it? Don’t think highly of people in high positions. They are being flattered a lot, and they have absolutely no empathy. They just want to hear what they want to hear. ]

[Chang’an Flower: But if I want to say it, it would be too fake to say that I don’t, or I’m too young to remember.]

[Regardless of Wei and Jin: This is not bad.]

[Taro mashed bobo milk tea: You can pretend to be stupid and think about it, but it seems that you are distracted or eating, and you don’t look like you are thinking about it.]

[Insomnia day by day: Let me remind you that the anchor is only nine years old, so don’t think about too complicated schemes.]

Actually, Fu Ping’An was also a little dizzy at this moment.

But maybe she ate well and slept well recently, and she has grown up a bit, and feels that she is still able to persist, and she also feels that these discussions are very important to her, so she opened her eyes and watched.

But in the end, he was still young, watching, lying on the case and falling asleep.

Before falling asleep, I only saw one sentence——

[One day of insomnia: That’s about it. If you forget it, remember to read the historical barrage tomorrow… You should know the word history, right?]

***

When Mommy came to carry her to the bed, Fu Ping’An woke up a little, but she was too sleepy, so she couldn’t open her eyes.

She remembered that after she lay down on the bed, Mammy touched her head and whispered, “God bless.” The mammy’s palms were dry and hot, which was a familiar feeling. In the past few years, these hands have accompanied her. She fell asleep.

Mammy, though nagging and vain, treats her like her own child. She rolled over and hugged her, humming in a low voice, and Mammy said in a low voice, “I’m here.”

So she fell asleep again.

When I was woken up in the morning, it was still dark, and the attendants came in swarms, some holding water, some cleaning their teeth, and some cleaning their faces.

Azhi helped her get dressed, layer by layer. While arranging the collar, Azhi suddenly leaned into Fu Ping’An’s ear and whispered, “Your Highness thought of something last night before weeping.”

Fu Ping’An murmured, but did not speak and listened to Azhi say: “If you miss King Yong’An and Princess Wang, you must not show it in front of the Queen Mother.”

Fu Ping’An was startled, and the words were the same as those in the barrage.

She didn’t ask much, just lowered her eyes and nodded slightly. Azhi knelt on the ground to help her fasten her belt and jade pendant, and tidied up her clothes. In the end, she bowed down and said, “Your Highness, you’re ready.”

Fu Ping’An said, “Well, let’s go. Let’s go.”

After entering the carriage, the mammy asked secretly, “Is Your Highness hungry, do you want something to eat? The servant brought some cakes.”

Fu Ping’An shook his head: “Mammy, I have no appetite.”

“Your Highness, you’ve grown up.”

When she arrived at Changqiu Palace, Fu Ping’An was already feeling a little tired. Her clothes were too heavy and thick, causing her to sweat thinly. Only one door of Changqiu Palace opened. A few palace servants in white clothes waited for her to come, stopped the attendants she brought, and only let her in.

The palace was deep and dark, and the lamps were still lit. Fu Ping’An saw a woman in her thirties or forties sitting on the main seat, frowning slightly, and seemed to be infinitely worried.

[Changanhua: … Who said yesterday that the Queen Mother is an old man, stand up. ]

[Wang Ami, Queen of Off-Key Songs: Ignore the fact that the ancients got married long ago, mine is mine.]

[No matter Wei Jin: Then what should I do, I panic.]

[Taro mashed bobo milk tea: Don’t panic, it’s not bad, just come as planned.]

When the Queen Mother saw Fu Ping’An, she quickly waved her hand and said, “A Rong, come here, I haven’t seen you for a long time, and everything has changed.”

[Insomnia day by day: Who is A Rong?]

Fu Ping’An was also stunned for a while, and then suddenly remembered that no one had called her Ping An for a long time before he told “Baby Ping An is so cute” when he was sleeping.

Ping’An is her nickname, and only her father and mother have been calling her. Her real name is Fu Duanrong.

In this world, no one has made her feel safe.