Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 420 Five Orcs of Lower-Class Slaves (5)

Song Yuesheng was worried that Bai Xu would wander around, so before leaving, he took out a lot of books from the courtyard and threw them to him.

It is said that the Saint is well-read. If you want her to choose the Beiwei tribe from the bottom of her heart, you must know a lot of anecdotes.

This excuse is only useful to Bai Xu.

According to the maid who delivered breakfast, Song Yuesheng came to the meeting hall.

The deal was to have the Saint come to the Zhongli tribe.

Although it was an excuse for her, she still had to go through the motions.

Inside the meeting hall.

After listening to Chai Que's confusion, Elder Lan remained silent for a long time.

He also didn't know why non-royal people could see the prophecy.

I don't even know why there are two saints.

In fact, the first person to discover the prophecy map was not him, but his son Lan You.

When Lan You asked him "What is a saint", he saw the prophecy picture on the stone slab.

the strange thing is.

Except for him and Lan You, no one else in the royal family could see it.

The previous clan leader thought he had great talent, so he made an exception and appointed him as an elder.

All matters concerning the Saint were handed over to him.

However, he could not see any prophetic images on the stone tablet for fifteen years.

"Patriarch, the prophecy back then did not say there would be only one saint. You also said there are two people in this prophecy. Perhaps the Miss Song you brought back is also a saint."

Elder Lan became less and less confident as he spoke.

The sound became smaller and smaller.

"If I were a saint girl from the orc tribe, why would I be afraid of animals?" Chai Que pinched his brows in annoyance, "Elder, you really should have seen what happened yesterday."

An unnatural expression flashed across Elder Lan’s face.

Lan You told me this when he got home last night.

A moment.

He said seriously.

"Even if she is not the Saint, this Miss Song must have some kind of relationship with the Saint. Chief, since Miss Song claims to be a former friend of the Saint, you can first use the intelligence obtained from the Xiping tribe to test her."

Just now.

An orc in armor walked in.

“Chief, there is a Miss Song outside who said she has reached a deal with you.”

Upon seeing this, Elder Lan immediately stood up and said goodbye.

"The old man retire."

When he saw Song Yuesheng, Elder Lan felt that the person in the prophecy picture came to life.

The once faceless female statue now has facial features.

"Miss Song."

"Elder Lan."

Song Yuesheng smiled back.

Elder Lan was a little surprised: "Young lady, do you know me?"

"Lanyou is very similar to you."

After Song Yuesheng finished speaking, he heard the news that he was allowed to enter the meeting hall.

She bowed to Elder Lan and walked in.

The smell of ink is very strong.

The front of Chai Que was almost piled with memorials.

He put down his brush and placed the marked paper in a lower place.

Then he stood up, poured a cup of tea and handed it to Song Yuesheng.

"Miss Song, do you think there is something missing?"

He is the most humble king Song Yuesheng has ever seen.

She shook her head slightly.

"No. I'll help you find a way to call Duan Lengshuang from the Dongyu tribe here."

"Duan Lengshuang?"

"The name of my old friend, the saint you are looking for."

Song Yuesheng finished his tea and put the cup on the table.

"If you want to attract people from other places, the most important thing is to have a big enough reason. Chief, can I take a look at the book of the Zhongli tribe? Only with a simple understanding can I know what to do."

Chai Que didn't quite understand what "reason" meant.

But he was sure she wasn't joking.

Then, Chai Que pointed to the bookshelf next to him and said, "Miss Song, feel free to read. If you don't understand anything, you can always ask me."

"Thank you."

After Song Yuesheng finished speaking, he walked towards the bookshelf.

There was no sloppiness at all.

**

There are a lot of books.

A small part of them are repeated with the books in Li Chengzhi's study.

Song Yuesheng sat cross-legged on the ground, flipping through books about the Zhongli tribe.

Learning more about the world is one thing.

On the other hand, she really wanted to know if Duan Lengshuang was lured here, would the five male protagonists of this world only come two like yesterday, or would all of them come to compete for the saint.

So this "reason" must be attractive enough.

to be frank.

Exploring the reasons behind them appealed to her more than hooking up.

But only the male protagonist can increase the task value.

Ugh.

Balance it slowly.

The chamber was quiet.

There was only the sound of pages turning and folding.

Time passes minute by minute.

The documents on the table were gradually moved to another place.

Chai Que put down his brush and looked at the sunlight pouring in.

What time is it?

Miss Song should be leaving now.

He stood up and tried to tidy up the bookshelf.

I never expected to see Song Yuesheng sitting on the ground reading a book.

"Miss Song, Miss Song?"

Chai Que shouted several times.

"what happened?"

Song Yuesheng looked up at him.

Chai Que couldn't help but chuckle.

His mother always said that when he was carrying out the government affairs assigned by his father, he would not listen to what others said.

If she were alive, she should really be allowed to see this scene.

He came back to his senses and said gently, "Miss Song, you are a human being. It is not good for you to sit on the ground for a long time."

"It's very convenient to read books this way. It saves you the time of walking back and forth, and it won't delay your review of memorials."

As Song Yuesheng spoke, he put the book in his hand back on the shelf next to him.

Chai Que was stunned.

He didn't expect it was related to him.

I felt a little guilty.

Chai Que felt that the people he invited actually had to obey him.

But this mood was quickly interrupted by Song Yuesheng's voice.

"By the way, I have already thought of a way to attract the Saint."

Song Yuesheng picked up the book lying upside down on the ground and pointed at the words on it.

"The book says that June 21st is the day when the Zhongli tribe holds an annual sacrifice to the God of Fire. The tribe leader presides over the ceremony in the sacrificial square, praying that there will be no fires in the next year."

"That day is the busiest day in Zhongli Tribe. Outsiders can also come to Zhongli Tribe."

“Although time is limited, as long as we keep up the publicity, we will definitely be able to attract the saint from the faraway Dongyu tribe.”

"It's lively, everyone likes it."

With every word Song Yuesheng spoke, Chai Que's expression became more solemn.

The prophecy picture I saw last night seemed to be the scene after adopting Miss Song’s suggestion.

What the elder said is true.

There is indeed some connection between Miss Song and the Saint.

Song Yuesheng noticed his expression and said, "If this method is difficult, there is another way."

She turned back a few pages.

"July 7th is a very important day for young women among humans. And the firefly grassland in the Zhongli tribe at night can definitely attract human girls..."

Chai Que interrupted.

"The first method is very good. Miss Song can tell Elder Lan if you have any ideas. He is in charge of the sacrificial square."

Song Yuesheng nodded: "Okay."

She put the books on the floor back on the bookshelf one by one.

Chai Que's expression just now didn't seem like one of agreement.

Chai Que noticed her actions of mopping the floor and putting down the books, and couldn't help asking, "Miss Song, are you going to continue sitting on the floor?"

Song Yuesheng was stunned.

Oh.

I actually forgot about this.

She put the last book back and looked at Chai Que.

"My legs are numb and I can't stand up. Can the chief help me?"

Chai Que declined politely: "Miss Song, there are differences between men and women. I'll ask a maid to help you go back."

"If the chieftain dislikes me because I am a human, just say it directly. No need to beat around the bush."

Song Yuesheng said as he stood up with difficulty, holding on to the bookshelf.

My legs were visibly shaking.

"Humanity……"

Chai Que had just opened his mouth to explain when he saw Song Yuesheng had lost his balance and was staggering towards him.

With a slight exclamation and the sound of clothes rubbing against each other, the two fell to the ground in an extremely embarrassing yet inexplicably ambiguous posture.

Song Yuesheng's lips touched Chai Que's neck.

He was rigid.

It took a long time to find my voice.

A little flustered, but still maintaining the necessary demeanor and politeness.

"Miss Song, you first..."

"Chai Que, you smell quite nice, what kind of incense did you use?"