A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

Xiao Weiji held the half-eaten carrot with a look of contempt: "Of course, I am a self-motivated system, and hard work is the life I want!"

"..."

Why does Shu Ange have a feeling that Xiao Weiji is the host and she is the system. With such motivated companions, she was under a lot of pressure.

In order to get out of the monotonous single-player mission time as soon as possible, Shu Ange cheered up: "Dear Xiao Weiji, please help me refresh the attribute panel. The reward attribute points are all on intelligence."

In constant exploration, Shu Ange realized that having a smart brain is sometimes more important than strong limbs.

Name: Shu Ange

Race: Galactic Earthlings

Level: c-level space-time manager 4700/10000

Soul Power: 24

Willpower: 4700

Mental Power: 65

Intelligence: 55

Appearance: 42

Qualification: 64

Manipulable Skills: Martial Arts

Special Item: Soul Fragment x9

After the attribute panel was refreshed, Shu Ange roughly calculated the reward, which was almost exactly the same as last time. There were no special surprises, and the mood became sluggish.

Xiao Weiji's observation skills are very keen. Seeing Shu Ange's mood, she tilted her head and asked, "The host doesn't seem too happy? Let Weiji share your worries for you!"

"It's nothing, it's just that the rewards have been flat recently, and there's no breakthrough, so I'm a little disappointed."

"So that's the way it is, a friendly reminder, if the host wants more rewards, then work hard to benefit the common people! The more people you help in the mission and the greater the achievements, the more generous the system rewards. "

Xiao Weiji finally said something useful, and Shu Ange was almost moved to tears: "I see, when I do tasks in the future, I will definitely work hard to benefit all sentient beings and strive for more rewards!"

"Host, let me tell you, if you don't have the second half of the sentence, you will be praised for your high ideological awareness."

Xiao Weiji was holding the carrot, looking like she could see through the red dust.

Shu Ange tapped its little head and said energetically: "Okay, let's start a new task, I will work harder next time!"

Xiao Weiji saw the host's high fighting spirit and no nonsense, and the teleportation formation appeared at the feet of Shu Ange in an instant.

"Host, come on, no difficulties can defeat you, I wish you victory!"

Accompanied by Xiao Weiji's profound blessing, Shu Ange entered the new mission world.

"Ah."

Before opening his eyes, Shu Ange sneezed first, and his body jolted for a while.

Countless memories of the original owner flooded into his mind, and Shu Ange had the urge to cover his face and sigh.

She shouldn't stand up and talk about saving the common people. Now that's it, in the age of beacon fires, she should think about how to save herself first.

The original owner seemed to have caught a cold, and his body was hot and cold. Shu Ange was lying on the cold kang, and his heart was filled with infinite sorrow.

It was raining on the front side of the house, and the sound of the rain outside was erratic. Fortunately, the original owner lived in a cold kiln, and the wind could not blow and the rain could not hit.

But Shu Ange looked sullen, just because her identity in this mission was Wang Baochuan, a famous historical legend.

Play is like life, life is like play, Shu Ange is alone in the play, and his mouth is as bitter as eating Huanglian.

Who is Wang Baochuan? The world knows that she has been loyal and unswerving in the cold kiln for 18 years, waiting for her husband to finally be reunited.

But a few people know that in the past 18 years, Wang Baochuan has changed from a daughter of the prime minister's house, who is dressed in brocade, jade, food, gold, and jade, to a village woman who lives alone in a cold kiln by spinning and sewing. What kind of life has he lived?

Everyone only praised Xue Pinggui for being brave and good at fighting, and winning the favor of the princess on behalf of the war.

Everyone only saw that Princess Daizhan was subservient to others with the honor of golden branches and jade leaves, but they forgot that Wang Baochuan was also the prime minister's daughter who was envied by everyone.

The princess of the barbarian race can be more valuable than the daughter of the Tang Prime Minister.

Who knows, what happened to Wang Baochuan, who had been working hard to live alone for 18 years in the Han Kiln, after he entered the middle palace, and died in just 18 days.

The original owner's pain and unwillingness were so clear, Shu Ange sighed.

After Xue Pinggui left for 18 years, he married new wives and concubines, many children and grandchildren, and the first thing he did when he came back was to test whether Wang Baochuan was loyal or not.

How can such a man be called a good man?

Poor Wang Baochuan waited wholeheartedly for her husband's triumph. Later, when Xue Pinggui was silent, she held back her grief and made a living by spinning cloth as a female celebrity.

She was originally the daughter of the prime minister's palace, who was beautiful and elegant in speaking and graceful temperament. She knew everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but because Xue Rengui was worried that her appearance would attract coveted people, she chose to stay in the cold kiln alone.

In the past eighteen years, she has waited from youthful beauty to gray hair.

At the age of less than forty, Wang Baochuan was tortured by poverty and war, and he was like an old country woman.

Xue Pinggui finally got the wealth he dreamed of, how could he look down on Wang Baochuan who was old and degenerate.

Marrying her as the middle palace is just to block the world and win a reputation for being affectionate and righteous.

There are so many treacherous things in the palace, Xue Pinggui doesn't have to do anything at all, he only gives Wang Baochuan the title, but does not give her the capital to establish herself. Within 18 days, she will die in the palace conspiracy.

When Wang Baochuan died in the post, Xue Pinggui wrote a deeply affectionate eulogy, and his reputation has been passed down through the ages.

Since Shu Ange also accepted some of the original owner's emotions while receiving the original owner's memories and plot hints, she was very able to empathize with it.

Resentment, unwillingness, anger, guilt and longing for his biological parents, countless emotions flooded into his heart at the same time, Shu Ange sneezed, and his thoughts finally got through.

Shu Ange was tightly stuffed with old cotton wool, not a warm old quilt, and began to think of a way out with a frown.

The wealth and prosperity of the Tang Dynasty, even after more than a thousand years, are still praised by people.

However, people in troubled times are not as good as Peace Dogs. At the end of the Tang Dynasty, the warlords were divided, and the smoke of gunpowder was everywhere.

As the capital of the country, Chang'an has always been an important place in the country. It has also been occupied by warlords, and the lives of ordinary people are precarious, not to mention other places.

"Recalling the heyday of Kaiyuan in the past, there are still thousands of families in Xiaoyi. The rice is fat and corn is white, and the public and private warehouses are full."

Du Fu's poem suddenly appeared in Shu Ange's mind, and when he thought about the current bleak situation, it really made me cry.

It is currently the eleventh year of Xiantong. The year before last, Pang Xun led the Guilin garrison to revolt. The Tang Dynasty in the flames of war became more and more miserable.

The mutiny lasted for a year and a half, and it was barely subsided until the eleventh year of Xiantong. The damage caused to Datang, which had an unstable national foundation, was catastrophic.

Because of Xue Pinggui's joining the army, Wang Baochuan often inquired about the situation of the battle, and he still had some understanding of the reasons for the mutiny.

This mutiny was initially just because a group of border guards were eager to return to their hometowns, but later it spread to the entire southeastern region like a spark.