Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 5 - Life and Death
The summer wind blows warmly on my body, making me feel comfortable.

There are not only the fragrance of soil, the beauty of flowers and birds, but also a unique and simple youthfulness.

At this time, the cold front yard of the cold palace is full of vitality. The cucumber racks are covered with green leaves and yellow flowers, which is really beautiful.

What is even more lovable is the tender melons with thorns and thorns, which are green and yellow, and there is a layer of hoarfrost on the skin.

Those loofahs, some are like snakes, some are like cylinders, hanging from the vines one by one like autumn stems.

The long, round big pumpkin lies on the ground lying horizontally and vertically.The round eggplants are all dressed in purple robes, shining brightly.

The soybean horns are suspended in the air, some are like crooked moons, and some are like fish knives.

At this time, Sikong Que was lazily lying on the rocking chair set up beside the vegetable field, reading a book leisurely.

He comfortably picked a tender cucumber, rubbed it on his shoulder casually, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Since Sikong Que recovered, Li Qingmei's tense strings seemed to loosen all of a sudden.

In the past few days, I felt a gradual tingling in my head. I remembered that six days would be the summer solstice every year. I learned from the memory of the original owner that it was time to ask Rong'er in Zhonggong for the antidote.

Every five years, she had to take the antidote before the summer solstice. The original owner began to serve Situ Qin, who was still Concubine Hui at the time, when she entered the palace at the age of ten, and was forced by her to swallow a poison.

If you can't take the antidote before the summer solstice, then every summer after that, you will have to endure pain like a thousand cuts, and finally the poison will slowly seep into the internal organs.

If you can't survive for three years at most, you will die in pain.

But no one can survive that long. Most of the palace people who have not taken the antidote will be tormented by the piercing pain and become unconscious within three days, and finally they will be relieved by suicide.

But this vicious medicine has a poetic name—Xia Chongyu Bing, how can the ants who can't survive the end of summer describe the pure ice and snow glaze in winter.

In the memory of the original owner, there was once a little palace maid who offended Situ Qin, who was still concubine Hui at that time, and was not given medicine before the summer solstice of that year.

As a result, on the second day, he cried like a lunatic, pulled all the black hair off his head, and then bumped his head against the vermilion bloody palace wall.

In the end, the original owner tremblingly threw the maid's body into the dark ditch.

He rubbed the center of his eyebrows with a headache, it seemed that tarsal maggots were slowly nibbling in the bone marrow, causing bursts of needle-prick pain, which was unbearable.

(End of this chapter)