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Chapter 20: If Dorgon can accomplish something, I can do it too if I try hard.
"This is the pear I just stewed. Please have a sip."

"Take it!"

"Your throat is so hoarse, you should take a sip." Hua Shuzi raised the bowl forward.

"I said I don't want to drink." Concubine Jing stretched out her hand to knock over the bowl, but He Daqi grabbed it with his quick eyes and hands.

"If she doesn't drink, I will. Hua Buzi, don't worry about her. Go take a shower and have a rest." He Daqi touched Hua Buzi's face and said gently.

What a nice woman! She even knows how to help guard the door.

"Do you understand that if the emperor finds out, your entire clan will be executed? Get out of here now. I can pretend that you have never been here." Concubine Jing glared at He Daqi and said sternly.

He Daqi sneered and gently lifted Concubine Jing's chin with his finger: "The Emperor? Hahaha, Huabuzi, tell our Concubine Jing about the Emperor."

Concubine Jing lowered her head and continued to glare at He Daqi.

Huazhuzi took He Daqi's empty bowl and placed it on the table. She came over and softly explained Shunzhi's problem to Concubine Jing: "Your Majesty..."

I was too conservative before.

Four maids are nothing. Now the emperor’s two concubines are here washing He Daqi’s feet. That’s what comfort is.

"In a few days, I will get four palace maids from outside the palace for you. Otherwise, it's too cold here. Not to mention others, I don't even want to stay here." He Daqi said leisurely while eating grapes.

"Do you think you are the emperor and can bring anyone in whenever you want?" Concubine Jing retorted while wiping He Daqi's feet.

"Sister, Xiao Da La can get people in. He was the one who settled the matter when my father got into trouble before." Hua Buzi now felt that He Da Qi was omnipotent, and she believed whatever He Da Qi said.

"Can you get a man in?" Concubine Jing suddenly asked.

"What do you want to do?" He Daqi kicked her.

"I want to kill Shunzhi." Concubine Jing said angrily.

"Rest now. Our good days are over when Shunzhi dies. A living Shunzhi is a good Shunzhi. But if you have someone you trust, I can help you get him in. He must be trustworthy, understand? That way, if you two have children in the future, there will be someone to protect them."

"Have a baby?" Concubine Jing looked at Huabuzi in surprise, then turned to He Daqi and asked, "Didn't you say Shunzhi couldn't have children? If he gets pregnant, wouldn't he know about us?"

"He doesn't have the final say. I'm the one keeping track of the record of his daily card flipping. He'll have to endure this humiliation even if he doesn't want to."

He Daqi touched Concubine Jing's face and sighed in his heart. It would be great if this was the real world, but fortunately it was a simulation world. Otherwise, if it weren't for the bug, someone like him would have been chopped into pieces and fed to dogs.

If I were to travel back to the Qing Dynasty, all the bad things I have done would be nothing compared to the Nine Clans Candy Crush game.

"If, I mean if, Shunzhi died and the Empress Dowager also died, does it mean that my child can also become the emperor?" The crazy fire in Concubine Jing's eyes burned so much that He Daqi was a little afraid to look her in the eye.

Good man, you really dare to think and do it!
He Daqi recalled the plot and was suddenly stunned. It seemed that it was not impossible...

Even if Concubine Jing was deposed, she still had a large tribe supporting her, so the Queen Mother did not dare to kill her.

In other words, if things go well, his and Sister Zhou's son will also have a chance to become emperor?
The simulated training space is so fun!

……

……

"I've noticed that you often wake up in a very good mood after a good night's sleep, even though you looked so depressed yesterday." Zhou Huimin saw He Daqi open his eyes and looked at his face curiously.

She is Sister Zhou with her eyes closed and she is still Sister Zhou with her eyes open. Unfortunately, these two Sister Zhous are not the same person.

Can't you learn from the tribal princesses in the feudal era? Once they set their eyes on a man, they would fully support him no matter what he said.

"Hurry up and wash up and go back, so that you won't be seen by others when you leave my place. After all, there are other people living on the third floor."

"What are you afraid of? I'm not afraid at all. If others see it, they see it."

"I'm afraid my uncle will beat me. If he finds out about this, I guess he'll come with a stick tomorrow." He Daqi's impression of He Bing is that he is a scoundrel and a bully.

Zhou Huimin was amused by the little man's useless look. She rolled her eyes and said with a grin, "Okay, I'll leave now. I can't ruin our little Da La's innocence."

After Zhou Huimin left, He Daqi washed up, went downstairs to get breakfast and went to the set.

He had only taken a few steps when Deng Chao caught up with him from behind and put his arm around his shoulder.

"Hey buddy, where are you sleeping? Who are you living with?"

"Third floor, by myself." He Daqi responded while biting a fried dough stick.

"Why do you have your own room? I share a room with your senior Li Xiumeng. I didn't sleep well all night because of this guy's snoring." Deng Chao complained with dark circles under his eyes.

"Who knows? Go talk to the director and see if you can find someone to replace him."

I don’t know where the crew bought the breakfast from. Not only were the fried dough sticks delicious, but the fillings of the fried cakes were also very good. He Daqi ate while walking, and now all that was left were millet porridge and tea eggs.

"Can I share a room with you? You live alone anyway."

"Next to me is Zhou Huimin. If you can convince her agent, I don't mind us sharing a room."

Deng Chao thought about how Liu Ying had been looking for trouble as soon as she entered the crew yesterday, and he shuddered. "Forget it, I'll ask the director if we can move to another room."

The two of them walked to the set arm in arm, and then Deng Chao very loyally left He Daqi and went to He Lei.

"Director, are you free now?" He Daqi approached Liu Heng who was having breakfast and asked with a silly smile.

"What's wrong? You want to ask for advice on the script?"

"That's what I mean. I'd like a complete copy of the script, and I'd like to ask you a few questions."

"You say." Liu Heng saw that He Daqi was holding millet porridge and eggs in his hand, and thought that he had not received any food, so he took out a fried dough stick and gave it to him.

"What if, I mean what if, the Empress Dowager and Shunzhi died on the same day, and the Queen had no children in the harem, and only Concubine Jing and Huabuzi had children, could Concubine Jing's child become the emperor?" He Daqi got another fried dough stick and ate it happily with millet porridge.

"If your hypothesis doesn't exist, Concubine Jing was a tribal princess, and it would be difficult for her child to become emperor. Also, Tong Layue's family was one of the better-off among the concubines in the harem at the time, so in the end, her child became emperor. Empress Xiaozhuang had to rely on Dorgon, so who do you want Concubine Jing to rely on?"

When Liu Heng heard that the young man actually came to discuss history with him, he became very talkative and told He Daqi a lot of information that he had looked up for adapting the script.

He Daqi ate a tea egg secretly with an attitude of humbly asking for advice. He listened to the lecture until the crew started to gather, and then he left the director's presence.

Even Empress Xiaozhuang had to rely on Dorgon, so who do you want Concubine Jing to rely on?
Of course it depends on me!

(End of this chapter)