Su Pengcheng and Pei Jingzhi reached a highly unified consensus on this matter. After all, both were civil officials, excelling in essays, and they analyzed these five sentences with perfect logic.
Especially when Su Pengcheng translated the ancient text above to Pei Jingzhi one by one, Pei Jingzhi also fell into deep thought and discourse.
I shouldn't be in the car, this sentence has a deeper meaning. A car means being confined, trapped, and bound. Saying one shouldn't be in a car perfectly captures the helplessness of being unable to control one's own body and fate. It is practically written in blood and echoed in tears!
I feel that two and a half years is even more worth chewing over. Two and a half years seems like ordinary time, but it actually hides a celestial secret. The ancients considered one year a cycle, and half a year a remnant. Two and a half years is two springs and autumns, half a lifetime wasted!
Exactly, when she asked how long it amounted to, she wasn't asking for a number. She was asking if the deep affection of two and a half years couldn't match a single seductive word from that harlot empress? Could two and a half years of planning not exchange for a single backward glance from the Emperor? Could two and a half years of waiting not result in obtaining justice? This is not an arithmetic question; it is a question that pierces the heart!
Especially this last sentence, Alone I drink to get drunk. Alone implies being solitary and helpless. Drink means drowning sorrows in alcohol, only to become more sorrowful. Drunk means living a drunken dream, unwilling to face this cold, deep palace.
That's right, this is the swan song of the White-robed Chancellor as someone who fell out of favor, the elegy of the defeated. She fought, she snatched, she loved, she hated, and in the end, she was left all alone!
...
The two men spoke with eloquence, making it sound like heavenly flowers were falling, leaving Wang Ming and Wei Shuo beside them full of envy.
Especially Wang Ming.
After all, Wei Shuo just had a low level of education, not zero level, but Wang Ming was limited to recognizing a few characters and having a rough grasp of writing, which was usually enough in the military.
Now, seeing such great scholars.
He instantly felt a profound gap.
These guys are amazing!
Alas, if only he could do the same!
Otherwise, he too would be carefully analyzing the deep meanings within to serve the Duke.
Only Ren Tianye frowned slightly.
After listening for a long time, he felt something was off.
Why did he feel like these two were doing reading comprehension?
After all, these phrases sounded incredibly familiar to him.
Thus, he interrupted the two who were still discussing and said directly, You two, recite the words left by the White-robed Chancellor to me one by one.
Yes.
Su Pengcheng agreed.
And explained them one by one.
Your concubine!
I was careless!
Shouldn't be in the car!
Planned for two and a half years, how long is that equivalent to?
Alone I drink to get drunk!
Ren Tianye: ...
Holy crap, these two really are doing reading comprehension.
Should he ask them what good night means?
However, he didn't have much free time, so he said, According to my intention, try them one by one.
Su Pengcheng was startled. Duke, you... you already know?
Pei Jingzhi was also startled.
Such complicated and obscure words, without any couplet structure to speak of, and the Duke already understood the reason behind them? Does the Demon Suppression Division have this much power? It had only been established for a few days, yet they had already completely figured out the messy relationships between the late Empress, the late Emperor, and the White-robed Chancellor.
This massive faction was truly shocking!
The two were also full of curiosity, so they followed Wang Ming to the dial mechanism.
They heard Ren Tianye say, Look and see if the characters after Your concubine can form this sentence.
Your concubine cannot do it!
Wang Ming quickly went to look, and then said in pleasant surprise, Duke, yes, these characters are here.
Alright, just these characters.
As Wang Ming turned the wheel in order, the characters in the groove connected to form Your concubine cannot do it! and a click was heard in the stone chamber.
Su Pengcheng knew quite a bit about this.
This means the first question is answered correctly. Duke, you are truly no ordinary mortal.
Ren Tianye continued, Second question: I was careless, I didn't dodge!
As soon as these words came out, Su Pengcheng froze.
For the first question, he could still figure out a thing or two; it was probably the White-robed Chancellor's painful statement.
But this didn't dodge...
What the hell did that mean?
He looked at Pei Jingzhi, who was also looking completely bewildered.
What does didn't dodge mean?
At this time, Wang Ming turned the wheel, the characters appeared, and a second click sounded in the stone chamber, indicating that the second question was also correct.
Two consecutive questions completely confirmed it for Ren Tianye.
This Third Palace Master Liu Qingyan was a freaking modern transmigrator. She had actually used modern classic internet quotes as the secret codes for the Concentric Alliance.
He said, Third question: I shouldn't be in the car, I should be under the car!
Wang Ming turned it, and a click sounded.
The third question was correct again, without any surprises.
Su Pengcheng and Pei Jingzhi were dumbfounded again.
Not riding a horse, not walking, but under the car?
Was the White-robed Chancellor's status in this love triangle really that low?
Wei Shuo, on the other hand, was full of admiration.
Such complicated and obscure codes that made one's head spin just listening to them, yet the Duke solved them so easily?
Ren Tianye solved the fourth question.
Two and a half years equals one Kun year!
Wang Ming turned the wheel, but this time there was no clicking sound. After waiting for a while, Wang Ming said in confusion, General, it seems this sentence has a second half!
There are obviously not enough characters filled in here.
Hmm?
Ren Tianye was surprised. Was this... a mistake?
Damn, could it be that this Third Palace Master Liu Qingyan had changed it on her own? Did she change a perfectly good classic quote into something else?
Ren Tianye quickly leaned over to look.
His gaze swept across, and he quickly saw a few scattered characters that instantly formed a phrase in his eyes.
Little blackie!
Then, looking at the others, Ren Tianye understood in his heart.
Oh my!
I didn't expect her to be a hater of giegie too!
So, he said to Wang Ming, After one Kun year, add: Little blackie, you exposed your chicken feet.
Wang Ming did as he was told, and this time, there were no more surprises.
Click.
The fourth question was successfully passed.
And at this moment, Su Pengcheng and Pei Jingzhi's eyes were wide open.
These words...
What do they mean?
How did two and a half years become one Kun year?
What book was that ever in?
And... what is a little blackie?
Why did they have to expose their chicken feet?
The most crucial thing was that the Duke actually grasped such difficult things in an instant.
The Duke definitely hadn't read as many books as they had, yet he could be so brilliant. Could it be that the Duke was truly the chosen one?
Ren Tianye couldn't be bothered with these two guys who loved doing reading comprehension. He went straight to the mechanism, operated it himself, and wrote down the answer to the fifth question.
Alone I drink to get drunk, drunk I pair up the beauties!
Click!
The fifth question was clearly also answered correctly.
Immediately after...
Clunk, clunk...
The mechanism began to shake slightly, as if some iron chains were pulling. As Wang Ming and Wei Shuo shielded Ren Tianye behind them, the sarcophagus slowly pushed open by an inch!
The sarcophagus was completely opened!
...
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
