Early in the morning three days later, Fu Ping’An distributed the three rabbits to the three maids, instructed them to take care of each one, and then got on the carriage to the capital.
The night before, she was lying in bed and couldn't fall asleep.
“Kneel down for me with presumptuousness”, which had not appeared for two days, suddenly appeared.
[Kneel down for me with presumptuousness: Is the anchor still not sleeping so late?]
Everything was quiet, only the snoring of the mammy in the room, Fu Ping’An finally asked a question she had had from the beginning: “What is an anchor? Why can you talk to me? Are you a monster?
[Kneel down for me: You didn't sign the contract yourself?]
“I don't know, what is a contract?”
[Kneel down to me presumptuously: Oh, you little girl, how old are you?]
“Nine years old.”
[Kneel down to me presumptuously: Well, you're still a child.]
Fu Ping’An was covered in the quilt, sweat on his cheeks, but she didn't dare to come out: “My name is Fu Ping’An, what's your name, do you want to kneel down for me, and is the red part in front of you your name?”
[Kneeling down to me presumptuously: Hahahaha, no one calls this, this is my screen name.]
“What is a screen name?”
[Kneel down to me presumptuously: screen name is…
a name on the Internet, similar to a stage name.]
“There was a user before…
I don't know the following words, is this also his screen name?”
[Kneel down to me presumptuously: Oh, this should be the default id of the system]
“Huh?” More incomprehensible words appeared.
[Kneel down to me presumptuously: In short, it's also a stage name, I'm not a monster, and I’m just an audience.]
“Oh…” In fact, she still didn't understand, but Fu Ping’An didn't know what to ask, and she had another thought, “Then should I take a stage name?”
[Kneel down to me presumptuously: It's okay, you haven't given a name to the live broadcast room, you can choose a stage name, and then say whose live broadcast room is this.]
[Kneel down to me presumptuously: You really don't understand anything, what's your system called? You call the system's name, and the system panel is called up.]
“I don't know, what is the system, does the system have a name?” As soon as she finished speaking, the strange voice she heard before said – [Yes, open the main panel.]
Fu Ping’An: “…Yes?”
As soon as she finished speaking, a huge and beautiful picture was opened again.
It was slightly different from the last time he saw it, but Fu Ping’An couldn't tell the specifics.
She only felt that the colors were colorful and lifelike.
There is a group of unknown flowers, slowly swaying, but reaching out to grab, but there is no entity.
Fu Ping’An's eyes widened: “It's really opened!”
So surprised, she accidentally raised her voice.
Mammy's snoring stopped abruptly; Fu Ping’An held her breath, closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.
After a while, the snoring sounded again, Fu Ping’An pulled the quilt a little and looked out.
[Kneel down to me presumptuously: Look at the settings, and the shopping mall, in short, you can click and take a look.]
Fu Ping’An didn't know what “settings” and “shopping malls” were, but she matched similar words.
She stared at the location of the words, the picture changed, and more words appeared.
She was suddenly dizzy.
Strange to say, she can understand the words “Kneel down for me presumptuously” and the words sent by the previous “user 92339”, as if someone had read the meaning of the words in her mind, but she couldn't understand the words on the scroll.
She still didn't know these words, they wanted to get into her body, but they were still hovering somewhere on her body like ghosts.
Fu Ping’An said softly, “I don't understand.”
[Kneel down to me presumptuously: No, the system should automatically translate it in the brain.]
Fu Ping’An said: “What is the brain, and what is the translation?”
[Kneel down to me presumptuously: …
I don't understand, otherwise you should buy a copy of “Science” from the mall first.]
[Insomnia day by day: What advice do you give? This anchor doesn't know how to read, so you asked her to buy a book.]
Fu Ping’An blinked her eyes.
Did another person appear?
[Kneel down to me presumptuously: Oh, the newcomer, the anchor welcomes the newcomer.
[Kneel down to me presumptuously: Oh yes, but if you want to be an emperor, someone will definitely teach you how to read.
After you know the characters, buy books, and save points first.]
[Insomnia day by day:! ! ! To be the emperor? real or fake?]
[Insomnia day by day: It looks like a child, or a girl.]
[Kneel down to me presumptuously:??? What's wrong with being a girl, can't your girl be the emperor?]
[Insomnia day by day: In ancient times, we couldn't do it.]
[Kneel down to me presumptuously: We only need to be Alpha.]
[Insomnia day by day: Oh, you are the ABO world, we are only divided into men and women, and it is simpler than yours.]
[Kneel down to me presumptuously: Oh, I have seen it before; none of your people seem to be in heat…
I checked it before, and the anchor should be in the same type of plane as me, and it is also an ABO]
[Insomnia day by day: Hey, was it also called Alpha/Beta/Omega in ancient times? Hahaha?]
[Kneel down to me presumptuously: how is that possible! In our ancient times, A was called Tiangan, O was called Dikun, and B was called Changyong.]
[Insomnia day by day: Weird, a little not used to it.]
As the number of words increased, Fu Ping’An's head began to swell, and she began to wonder if the brain of “Kneel down for me presumptuously” was in her head, because there were too many things stuffed in her head, and she couldn't hold it.
She buried her face in the quilt, her eyelids gradually darkened, and she fell asleep.
The next day, because she was about to leave, she woke up early.
When she got into the carriage, someone squatted on the ground and asked her to step on her back to get on the carriage.
Fu Ping’An felt uncomfortable, turned around and spread her arms and told Mammy to carry her into the carriage.
She lifted the window curtain and saw Bo Changshi riding on a maroon-red horse, looking coldly in her direction, like a sword exuding an icy aura.
Fu Ping’An shivered, withdrew his gaze, and hid in the carriage.
She was a little worried and a little excited.
Before she left the city gate, she was still looking out of the car, watching the carriage pass by the stall where she often bought soup cakes.
Her head said, “Is Your Highness hungry?”
Fu Ping’An shook her head.
Before going out in the morning, she had a hearty breakfast, and even a pickled dried fish, which she served with a bowl of thick yellow rice after eating the porridge, she was sweating all over.
In the past few years, except for the New Year's Day, she has not eaten meat for a long time, but these days she has meat in every meal.
She is even a little unused to eating and doesn't feel very comfortable.
What also made her uncomfortable was the thick cushion that was spread in the carriage, wrapped in radiant brocade and exuding a faint fragrance.
This was the fabric that she was unable to use for clothes in the past two years.
Maybe she lived like this before she was seven years old, but I don't know if it was because she was still young at that time, her memory of those splendid clothes and jade food was a little vague, at least for her now, it made her feel more familiar ones are fluffy straw mats.
The freshly dried straw will smell of sunshine and grass, making one feel like sleeping on the grass on a sunny day.
After leaving the city, the road started to bump up and Fu Ping’An felt dizzy and nauseated.
The mammy hugged her and told her to sleep.
Before she knew it, she fell asleep.
When she woke up, she smelled an unfamiliar but pleasant smell.
The aroma was like it came from an unknown flower, not rich, elegant and pleasant.
Fu Ping’An opened her eyes in a daze, and saw that the person holding her was no longer a maid, but one of the maids sent by Bo Changshi.
This is the maid who looked at her impatiently before, whose name is Azhi.
Later, Fu Ping’An realized that the three maids are also a little different.
The one named Azhi seems to be the leader.
Fu Ping’An suddenly woke up; she straightened up, looked around, and saw Mammy lying on the side, snoring loudly.
She was about to open her mouth to wake her up, but heard Azhi say, “Bo Changshi was sent by the Queen Mother to investigate your character.
You shouldn't offend her.”
Fu Ping’An was startled and looked at her like a ghost.
Azhi stared at her, her voice fluttering like a ghost: “Do you know the current situation in the imperial court? Entering the imperial court on this trip is really no different from entering the Tiger Den.”
“…What? Tiger Den? What do you mean? Me, I… I haven't learned this word before.”
Azhi was silent for a while, she stared at Fu Ping’An's face for a while, and seemed to sigh faintly, then whispered: “Your Highness, do you know that before you, the Prince of Jin was also adopted , was established as the crown prince, but was deposed last month.”
Fu Ping’An shook his head, of course she didn't know, there were so many things she didn't know in this world.
The windows were drawn, and the carriage was very dark, but she was used to the dark environment.
The scene in the carriage was clear to Fu Ping’An.
She found that it was the first time she could see Azhi's face clearly.
The delicate face, eyebrows, eyes, and mouth corners are all slender and upward, the cheeks are narrow and small, and the bones seem to be slender.
She pondered why this happened, and suddenly thought that Azhi had never raised her head in front of her before.
Of course, all the attendants she saw were like this.
Even if she was much shorter than them, they would not hold their chests up in front of them, but always hunched over their chests, as if they were about to fold their faces into their chests.
[Ping An baby is so cute: This girl is not simple.]
This line of words in the void speaks Fu Ping’An's heart.
Although Fu Ping’An was still young, he also vaguely felt that Azhi was not like a maid.
what just happened?
His thoughts were suddenly disturbed by the content of the text he just saw.
Fu Ping’An stared at the void, and when he saw it, another sentence flew out:
[Ping’An baby is so cute: is it something elaborate?]
Fu Ping’An was stunned, and said – what is “Ping’An baby is so cute”?
As if to answer her sentence, another sentence came quickly——
[Ping’An baby is so cute: By the way, Xiao Ping’An, I just want to kneel down for me presumptuously, I think the previous name is not good, and I spent money to change its name.]
Fu Ping’An blushed and blurted out: “This name is not good.”
AZhi was stunned: “What?”
Fu Ping’An's cheeks were hot, partly because of embarrassment, and partly because the other party's new name was too explicit.
What baby, what cute.
To hide her embarrassment, she changed the subject and said, “You… aren't you also sent by Bo Changshi?”
Azhi blinked, and Fu Ping’An walked away, because Azhi's eyes were extremely beautiful, like a cloud drawn by ink, and she felt that he was not ordinary, not like an ordinary maid.
Azhi stretched out his hand to hug her, Fu Ping’An subconsciously hid, but because he was distracted, Azhi took her into his arms and put his mouth to her ear: “I'm not with Bo Changshi, but you don't need to know who this one is with right now.”
Her ears were hot; Fu Ping’An pushed Azhi away, and saw a few lines of words floating by.
[The wind blows and the flowers fall: The anchor's Yan Fu is not shallow.]
[Ping An baby is so cute: Ping An baby is still a child!]
[Wind Blows Falling Flowers: From my point of view, this maid must be an Omega, not a Beta]
Fu Ping's face was red, not because she was in Azhi's arms, but also because of the words floating by, she didn't fully understand, but for some reason she seemed a little touched, she lowered her head and sat up straight, and said, “I see.” The carriage quieted down, except for the clattering of hooves.
Azhi raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a little surprised.
When ordinary people hear such news, even adults, they will inevitably ask the truth, but the child in front of him seems to have not heard the previous words, silent like a clay sculpture, actually unmoved.
Is it because you don't understand it at all?
But the girl's eyes were dark, and she didn't look innocent, but rather disturbing.
Azhi remembered her mission, so she had to bite the bullet and continue to talk: “Your Highness, do you have any questions to ask?”
Fu Ping’An didn't say anything.
Azhi didn't dare to speak, and remained silent.
But Fu Ping’An didn't do it on purpose; she just didn't notice that A Zhi was talking, because her attention at this time was completely attracted by the new huge amount of text.
You'll Also Like
Dwarf In The FutureChapter 87 May 28, 2023
The Revenge of the Soul EaterChapter 113 May 26, 2023
The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 YearsChapter 297 May 25, 2023
I Rely on Drawing Cards to Set Up a PersonaChapter 29 May 25, 2023
Obsessed with RegressorsChapter 44 May 25, 2023
There Are No Bad Transcendents in the WorldChapter 82 May 24, 2023
Monarch of TimeChapter 813 May 24, 2023
I Live With My Villain UncleChapter 28 May 24, 2023
I Thought It Was a Common TransmigrationChapter 22 May 25, 2023
I Picked Up An Ancient Transmigration Killer To Be A WifeChapter 114 May 26, 2023
Overpowered Archmage Doesn’t Hide His TalentChapter 12 May 22, 2023
At the Noble Consort’s FeetChapter 64 May 22, 2023