[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-directed-leakage-of-inner-voice-i-pretended-to-b":3,"chapter-directed-leakage-of-inner-voice-i-pretended-to-b-directed-leakage-of-inner-voice-i-pretended-to-b-chapter-335":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Directed Leakage of Inner Voice: I Pretended to Be a God Undergoing Tribulations",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1198036,1541,"Chapter 335","directed-leakage-of-inner-voice-i-pretended-to-b-chapter-335",335,"\u003Cp>Lu Qi's eyes lit up, almost outshining the golden light flashing on the golden lotus petals. As expected of the divine artifact, there were truly so many ways to kill!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since this little ancestor knew so much, he begged it to tell him more!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would the system grant his wish? Of course not!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a merit system, if it wasn't for the cover of the melon-eating system, it wouldn't even be able to reveal this much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, once it said these words, from then on, the layout of the battlefield would undergo a subtle change, and countless people would die under black powder in the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unable to hear the conversation between the two anymore, Yu Chongshan smiled and changed the subject. \"It seems that Grandfather came at the right time today. Catching the first bloom of the golden lotus is a good omen!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Ziling greedily breathed in the lotus fragrance in the air and smiled. \"We must thank Elder Brother Yu for the invitation. Otherwise, where could we see such a rare golden lotus in this world?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Master, these few people are indeed lucky. This lotus fragrance is very beneficial to their bodies. Look at that Ministry of Works Director, Sun Chengmin. He has a hidden illness. If nothing unexpected happens, his body will only last another three or four years. Coming here today, smelling the lotus fragrance, and drinking the tea brewed from the golden lotus leaves, you can see his complexion has improved a lot.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I did see that they were all exceptionally exhausted, so I specially brewed these golden lotus leaves. And I see that this Sun Chengmin you mentioned has a darkened glabella. Not only is his health poor, but he also seems to be plagued by bad luck.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yue Fuguang scanned him and easily saw that his luck had been low recently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Sun Chengmin was one of Grandfather's confidants, and he was also one of the main people in charge of building this prince-level villa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of these two points, Yue Fuguang deliberately said this, wanting to remind him and also to preserve talent for their side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Chengmin kept his head half-lowered, possessing the characteristic introversion and reticence of craftsmen of this era.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the two ancestors mention his name, he merely nervously gripped the white porcelain teacup that emanated a faint lotus leaf scent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't help but secretly wonder, so the reason he had been feeling unwell frequently over the past year was because of a hidden illness?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The forty-year-old Sun Chengmin hadn't expected that in the original timeline, he would only live to be forty-three or forty-four.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, not suffering the pain of a subjugated nation was also quite good. Sun Chengmin had to comfort himself this way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he dared not seriously think about what the future held for his wife, children, and his newly born little grandson!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the few emerald green shreds of lotus leaf in his cup, Sun Chengmin silently drank all the tea, then put the lotus leaves into his mouth and swallowed them down along with the bitterness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If one could live well, who would want to die early?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the Junior Preceptor had given him a chance at survival, there was no reason for him not to grasp it well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At most, this life of his would belong to the Yu family and the Junior Preceptor in the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Chongshan silently patted Sun Chengmin's shoulder. With his granddaughter around, Xiao Sun wouldn't die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone thanked Yu Chongshan for the invitation and then thanked Yue Fuguang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yue Fuguang said, \"My lords, there's no need to be so polite. Please, have some tea.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking the opportunity, Yu Chongshan poured another cup for Sun Chengmin. Sun Chengmin quickly stood up, repeatedly saying he didn't dare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although he was someone Yu Chongshan had single-handedly promoted, he still didn't dare let a superior several ranks higher pour water for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Xiao Sun, sit still.\" He pressed Sun Chengmin back into his seat and continued, \"Consider this cup of tea my thanks for your dedication in building this villa.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several mechanisms were completed secretly by Sun Chengmin at his private request. Other than their grandfather-granddaughter pair, only Sun Chengmin knew about this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Chengmin naturally heard what Elder Lord Yu was referring to, but he still declined, \"My lord, you are too serious. These are all things this lower official should do. Besides, we also received gifts from the Junior Preceptor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were all exquisite gadgets not available on the market. His wife, children, and daughter-in-law couldn't bear to use them themselves; he used all those precious things as gifts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of that exquisite mechanism technique, Yue Fuguang felt that although this world didn't have the Mohist school, the mechanism techniques alone really broadened her horizons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she said, \"Lord Sun has indeed worked hard. This tea is not bad; you should drink a few more cups.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Yue Fuguang's words, Sun Chengmin silently downed three cups in a row. It seemed he was indeed full of the desire to survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing that it was still early, everyone drank fragrant tea and talked enthusiastically. Looking at the beautiful scenery and delicious food before them, their literary spirit surged, and they couldn't help but feel a burst of poetic inspiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Madam Yu immediately ordered the servants to bring brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. The sisters of the Yu family also came over at this time. The folk customs of the Great Yan were quite open; there was no such thing as tedious restrictions between men and women. The sisters didn't need to avoid them, listening to their grandfather, second uncle, and the others engage in lofty discussions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While doing some ink-grinding work, even Yu Ningxuan and Yu Ningxin, who returned latest after delivering an invitation to the Eighth Princess, were drafted into service.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Ziling, who had the strongest literary spirit, thought of Yue Fuguang's phrase \"read ten thousand books, travel ten thousand miles.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't help but say, \"With such beautiful scenery before us, does the Junior Preceptor have a poem?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yue Fuguang: Do I look like someone who can write poetry?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reciting poetry, maybe, but writing poetry, no!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Master, don't you know how to recite many poems by mortal masters? Show them a thing or two, and let them know what a Poetry Immortal and Poetry Sage are!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Poetry Immortal and Poetry Sage? There are such figures in this world?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone present had passed the formal imperial examinations; none of them shrank from reading or writing poetry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scholars tended to look down on each other but also appreciated each other. They were naturally very curious about what kind of verses could be called immortal or sage-like.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yue Fuguang thought for a moment and said, \"I don't know how to write poetry, but reciting some poems that you lords have never heard before isn't difficult.\" Although she really wanted to show off, she knew she didn't have the talent to copy the poems of those great masters of different styles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone cupped their hands. \"Junior Preceptor, please speak. We are all ears.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yue Fuguang slowly walked to the rose trellis that was blooming like a raging fire. The pink, pale yellow, and deep red roses emitted a faint fragrance. If it weren't for the overbearing scent of the golden lotus, this place would have been the domain of the rose fragrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She plucked a flower and said, \"The green shade is thick, the summer days are long, the terrace's reflection falls into the pond. A breeze stirs the crystal curtain, a trellis full of roses scents the courtyard.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lotus leaves and silk skirts are cut from the same color, hibiscus faces...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Red lotus fragrance fades, jade mat feels autumn. Lightly unfasten...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Often remembering the sunset at the creek pavilion, so drunk we forgot the way back...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The lotus leaves no longer hold up their rain covers...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Crossing the river to pick hibiscus, the orchid swamp...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone only heard Yue Fuguang's little mouth babbling on, not even taking a breath, tossing out more than a dozen poems describing lotuses and summer scenery in a row.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although they hadn't had time to savor them carefully, everyone was already astounded upon first hearing them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Zheng Ziling silently rubbed his wrist, which was a bit sore from taking rapid notes, and then looked at the paper full of the fragrance of ink and poetry...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah! Minister, this lower official hasn't finished writing yet!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Ziling watched helplessly as his hard-earned notes of the poems were taken away by his superior for appreciation, jumping up and down in anxiety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No ​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‍matter, this old man will help you fill in the last few words.\" Dong Qianli shamelessly took the stack of papers filled with verses and put his head together with Lu Qi to savor them carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Ziling: Is that what I meant? 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