Lonely non-good minister

Chapter 60 How Strong Can the Strong Be?

Song Yuan didn't want to talk to him, and left with the excuse that he had something to do, Song Jun watched her walk away, very annoyed.

Say a few more words to yourself, can you make this brat burp?
Song Yuan carefully thought about the places where people could hide in the palace, and pretended to be casually strolling around, his legs and feet were sore from walking, only to find a courtyard that was not quite right.

Looking at the guards guarding the gate of the courtyard, Song Yuan asked Wei Yan: "Are there any guests at the house?"

"I don't know, these are the personal guards of the prince, and I can't ask anything from them." Wei Yan said he was helpless.

Song Yuan didn't have the courage to go over and ask, afraid of being suspected, he didn't dare to stay for a long time, so he walked away.

That night, she disguised herself and went to the yard. The guards in the yard were not strict. Song Yuan observed for a long time, but found no other guards. After confirming that there was no one else in the room with candles, Song Yuan touched it.

After listening carefully, he pushed the door open carefully and walked in. The layout of the room was ordinary, with a strong smell of medicine. There was a man lying on the bed. He was not asleep. His eyelids moved when he heard the movement, but he didn't want to pay attention to him. .

Song Yuan silently looked around the room, then looked at the man again, seeing that he still didn't respond to him, so he pretended to be cautious and said: "Independence Hanjiang, go north to Xiangjiang, Juzizhou, look at Wanshanhong Over and over, the forest is dyed."

This is something in Guan Yan's memory. It was hidden in the corners. When he was fighting for her body, this word flashed through his memory. Should be able to come in handy.

The man trembled all over, turned his head and looked over, his eyes were full of joy and shock, his hoarse voice echoed Song Yuan's reciting: "All kinds of frost compete for freedom, feel melancholy, ask the boundless earth, who will ups and downs you."

Excited, he struggled to get up.

Song Yuan immediately rushed over to support him: "You are injured, don't move around."

The man was still very excited. When he met a fellow villager at this time, he felt very close, and his tense nerves could not hold it any longer. Song Yuan took off his face scarf: "My name is Guan Yan, and now I am the ninth son of the King of Zhongshan. Son, Song Yuan."

"I remember you." The man murmured, his face suddenly shocked: "But you shouldn't be Song Yuan, Song Yuan died at the age of 15."

His reaction was quick, and based on his ability to guide Song Shu, Song Yuan was sure that he knew history very well.

Song Yuan explained: "Maybe it was because of Song Yuan's death that I transmigrated into her."

There is nothing wrong with this reason.

It's just that the man's complexion is very bad: "It's over, isn't that a mess?"

Mess?From the day they crossed over, it has been messed up, nothing unusual.

"Who are you?" Song Yuan was very concerned about this question, and she wanted to find those people who appeared in Guan Yan's memory one by one.

The man immediately said: "When I was in Anzhou, I was doing scientific research on crops."

Farming?
"My daughter has a disease that cannot be cured in China. As long as I participate in this experiment, my daughter can enter their private hospital for treatment."

When mentioning his daughter, An Zhoushi's complexion became ruddy, and his eyes brightened.

The Great Wei was mainly nomadic, and the yield of grain was not high, so every year it had to spend a lot of money to buy food from the southern countries. It was easy to be manipulated. It happened that this person was a scholar engaged in farming. Song Yuan was overjoyed.

But there was one thing she didn't understand: "What is the purpose of their experiments? How could they be so casual about the identities of the participants? Hypnotists, students, scholars... It's like a group of hard-working people."

"The country will not allow such an experiment to be announced. This is an underground game. How can it be possible that only ordinary people are involved? You think it's probably because you don't know the strong people who are mixed in."

Strong?How strong can it be?

Song Yuan was aroused to be competitive, could it be that An Zhou knew it?

"Don't you know this is an underground game?" An Zhoushi's question was insignificant.

Song Yuan knew that he was wary of him, and he didn't want to continue that topic. After all, this is human nature. Even if a fellow villager meets a fellow villager, no one can guarantee that the fellow villager is a good person.

She shook her head sincerely: "I need money so much, I came here when I saw it was an experiment, and I didn't think too much about it, and the contract said that history cannot be changed, so I really thought it was just a simple experiment."

"You students, you read the information so carelessly." An Zhoushi sighed.

Song Yuan was silent: "Does Mr. An know about hunters?"

An Zhoushi's face changed slightly: "You also know?"

"Yeah." Song Yuan nodded, carefully observing his expression.

An Zhoushi breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good to know, be careful, it will be troublesome if you are targeted, most of the clauses in the contract are fake, it is a paradox that you cannot change history, the big living will not let us occupy Physically, although he is a few ordinary people, if he wants to achieve the highest achievement, someone must work hard to climb up. How can he not change history? If someone reveals his identity, he will let the ancients know the progress of history, and they must Changes are made, and history is changed, so that contract is just paperwork that puts all the blame on us."

"So, that hunter is going to get rid of us after we achieve our achievements, so that we can be dead people who won't argue for ourselves?" Song Yuan has already followed his train of thought: "In other words, before we achieve the highest achievement, he doesn't Would strike at any of us."

An Zhoushi nodded: "Yes."

"Then back to the original question, what is their purpose? Just for fun?" Song Yuan didn't believe it.

An Zhou was silent, and changed the topic again: "Liang He is also a time traveler, do you know that?"

"Liang He?" Song Yuan pretended to be surprised: "He is not, Zhou Ye who is following him and Xu Yingrong who was captured by Tingwei Mansion are."

An Zhoushi's face froze: "How could it be? Then you, you must be, Song Yuan is dead."

He convinced himself that the reason was the same as Zhou Ye's, and he believed that Song Yuan was dead.

Song Yuan didn't explain, but noticed his bare hands and couldn't bear it.

Seeing her sad, An Zhoushi laughed at himself: "Mu Zong is a tyrant, and most of his descendants are also cruel people, so the law is strict, and it is not uncommon to have limbs and limbs severed."

Hearing what he said, Song Yuan was even more ashamed. She knew that there were many rules in the palace and that the laws were strict, but she never expected that future generations would evaluate this time like this. As a child of the royal family born in this era, she was really ashamed .

"Mr. An, can I call you that?" Song Yuan asked politely first, An Zhoushi nodded, and then she continued to ask: "What is the king of Zhongshan asking you to come for?"

An Zhoushi nodded, and his face became distressed: "He asked me if I knew about puppetry, how could I know about puppetry? So he kept silent, and he arranged for someone to treat me first, and I guess he would soon be out of it." Be patient, I'm afraid it will kill me."

(End of this chapter)