Chapter 129: Sky Screen Livestream System (4)

"This damn weather! It's already thirty-six degrees at the end of May, it's fucking hot!"

At this moment, the glass sliding doors parted to both sides, and a tall, sturdy young man in a short-sleeved uniform walked in.

Seeing the two children whose heads didn't even reach the counter, he grinned and lifted the supermarket shopping bag in his hand:

"Thirsty, aren't you? Uncle brought you some drinks. They were just taken out of the freezer, they're still radiating cold air! Pick whichever flavor you like. There's another uncle who found a KFC near his field duty location, he'll bring you a kids' meal when he gets back."

Zhou Liang: "..."

Even Captain Chen, who used to be most annoyed by small children, had fallen for them.

But then again, facing such exquisite and beautiful children, who wouldn't like them?

Chen Yi had already opened the plastic bag and was handing out drinks to the children.

"What flavor do you want to drink?"

He picked up a bottle of pinkish peach juice in his left hand and a bottle of purplish grape juice in his right, asking the children:

"Which one do you like? Peach flavor or grape flavor?"

Xie Jinchu looked at the colorful packaging and widened her bright, almond-shaped eyes: "So pwetty!"

The childish voice was soft and sweet.

"So cute!"

Chen Sisi, who had come to the Police Station with the two children, couldn't help but exclaim softly.

She didn't dare to livestream inside the Police Station, and didn't even dare to walk around casually.

But she really couldn't help it; she leaned forward, cupped her chin, and looked at Xie Jinchu from up close: "Really so cute!"

Fu Ying, who was holding the snack bag and wanting to feed the two children, felt the same way.

At this moment, her maternal instincts exploded; she really wished she had such a cute daughter!

How did it happen that she suddenly wasn't repulsed by weekend blind dates anymore?

"How about this, Big Sister will pour them into cups for you, how about you drink both flavors?"

Fu Ying reached into the counter to take two disposable cups, intending to pour the juice for the two children, but when she touched the bottle, "So cold?"

"It's hot out, isn't it? It's so refreshing to drink cold beverages."

"But children shouldn't drink things this cold, right? Their stomachs are weak."

"Is that so?" Chen Yi, who was big and tall with a faint scar on his temple and whom ordinary children were afraid of when they saw him, scratched his head, "Then should I go buy two bottles that aren't cold?"

"I'm not thirsty, thank you, Uncle."

Xie Jilin pursed his lips and ultimately replied out of politeness.

The people here were all dressed in strange clothes; women were not afraid to show their arms and legs, men all wore half-monk haircuts, and some women also had short hair, making it truly difficult to determine if they were immortals from heaven.

Most people were quite friendly to him and his sister, but he couldn't rule out the possibility that they were accomplices of the assassins who targeted their family.

Father had once warned them: never touch or eat anything given by strangers.

He had to remain vigilant at all times; no matter how thirsty he was, he would not drink.

"Brother." Two-and-a-half-year-old Xie Jinchu tilted her little face, licked her slightly chapped lips, and whispered, "Chuer is thirsty."

"If you're thirsty, drink some water first. Big Sister will get you some water!"

Fu Ying ran back to the inner room, took two unopened bottles of Mineral Water from a cardboard box in the corner, and trotted back out.

"The direct drinking fountain is broken and still being repaired, so luckily the weather is hot, just drink the bottled water."

Seeing the Mineral Water in the transparent bottles, the two children widened their eyes in unison.

"Brother, is this also Glass?"

Xie Jilin also suspected it was Glass.

Father had an improved Glass formula in his possession that allowed the Glass factory to produce nearly transparent Glass, but he had heard the conversation between Father and Mother and knew that the process for this Glass still needed to be simplified and could not yet benefit the common people.

However, here, he not only saw the high building exterior walls covered in shimmering Glass, but the doors and windows were also pure transparent Glass, and even this container holding water was actually Glass.

In his daze, he saw the woman who called herself "Big Sister" holding the Glass bottle and twisting off the red cap.

He clearly saw the Glass bottle being squeezed until it deformed slightly.

His eyes revealed confusion: Glass is so hard, how could it deform?

Subconsciously, he reached out and touched the bottle.

Soft? It was actually soft!

Fu Ying thought he was parched, so she hurriedly handed the water to him: "It was my lack of consideration, I should have gotten you water sooner. Drink, drink slowly, don't choke."

Xie Jilin: "..."

Looking down, his sister was already holding the bottle and drinking gulp by gulp.

"If you're thirsty, drink it, this water was just opened." Chen Yi saw the little guy's hesitation and softened his tone as much as possible, "You have to be careful in a complicated environment like a film set and not drink water handed to you by others. But here, you can just drink it with peace of mind; no one would dare do anything to you."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and ruffled the little guy's hair.

"Hey, your wig is on pretty tight, isn't it hot? Do you want Uncle to help you take it off?"

A wig? Take it off?

A flash of bewilderment crossed Xie Jilin's dark, bright eyes.

"I'm back!"

Just then, another comrade who had returned from field duty walked into the hall with big strides, carrying two KFC meals:

"I heard our station has two little guests, look at what good food I brought! Ta-da! Grandpa KFC! How about it? Do you like it?"

"Stop clowning around! Open it up and see, it's a kids' meal, right?"

"That's a must!"

Fu Ying leaned over to look at what he bought: "Chicken Potato Mash... this is good! Suitable for children to eat. Deep-sea cod sticks? These are also good! Small juice, sweet Corn... did you bring Tomato sauce for the Colonel's chicken nuggets?"

"I brought it, I brought it! I asked for two types of sauce, let's see which flavor the children like."

"Not bad, Zhu Guangnian! Being a father really makes a difference!"

Having received a compliment, Zhu Guangnian chuckled, inserted straws into the cups of Nine-Treasure fruit juice, and handed them to the two children: "Sit down and eat slowly; I'll give you your toys after you finish."

The children's meals came with complimentary toys, and he had specifically bought two portions.

Glass again...

Xie Jilin's gaze, however, rested on the transparent straws and the soft plastic fruit juice cups.

The firmament above Great Liang was also broadcasting this scene.

The common people at the bottom of society were so stunned their eyeballs were practically falling to the ground, and they had long forgotten the work in their hands:

【Is the place where the Little Marquis and the Princess are really a heavenly palace?】

【Eh, isn't that what I was thinking in my heart? How could it appear in the sky?】

【I have also found the words I was thinking in my heart.】

At first, the subjects of Daliang did not realize that every inner voice could form a bullet comment and appear on the Sky Screen, until someone inadvertently saw their own inner voice, prompting more people to pay attention to the bullet comment area in the bottom left corner of the Sky Screen.

However, those who were literate were ultimately in the minority; most of the common people were illiterate, so they only watched the images and listened to the sounds, their shocked inner voices reflecting on the bullet comments:

【So many glass products! Even the vessels for holding water are made of glass!】

【Their doors and windows are actually made of glass! My heavens! A world covered in glass! If converted into Silver, could it fill our entire Great Liang?】

【That glass door actually opens by itself! This must be immortal magic!】

【The ground is actually pure white jade, even clearer than a Copper mirror for reflecting one's face; how wealthy must they be to pave the floor with jade!】

【The food in this place is also strange; it doesn't look like a pancake or a cake, it looks fried. But how expensive is oil!】

【Their drinks are truly abundant; what was that pink bottle called, peach juice? Is it the juice of a peach? But peaches are crisp and hard when raw, and soft and mushy when ripe; how is the juice extracted? I have had the fortune of drinking a little grape juice; it was for my mother-in-law's sixtieth birthday, sent specially by her niece who married far away at the frontier via an Escort Agency. The taste was sweet with a hint of astringency, and it left one slightly tipsy after drinking. Can the Little Marquis and the Princess drink that?】

"Indeed, can the Little Marquis and the Princess drink that?"

"I tasted a jar of that wine at the frontier; it does indeed make one tipsy."

"What we drank at the frontier was grape wine; what the Little Marquis and the Princess are drinking is grape juice, perhaps it is different."

On the marble jade platform in front of the Audience Hall, several civil and military officials behind Xiao Yanze were whispering to each other.

Xiao Yanze ignored them; he stood tall and upright, watching the Sky Screen from beginning to end, looking at the little ones who were still acting spoiled in front of him over ten days ago, now far away at the edge of the world, his heart aching as if pierced by a knife.

His elder sister and the Imperial Son-in-law had died unjustly due to their connection to him, and his nephew and niece were drifting in a foreign land; the two little ones must be so terrified and uneasy in an environment where they knew no one.

He did not believe the world shown on the Sky Screen was a heavenly palace.

When he was young, he loved to frequent neighborhood teahouses and once heard a storyteller tell a strange tale: far to the north of Great Liang, there was a nation called the Red-Haired Kingdom, where men had short red hair, and women did not need to wear headscarves or veils when going out; showing their faces was a common occurrence.

He had been half-skeptical before; one's body, hair, and skin are gifts from one's parents, how could one shave it short at will? Unless one had become a monk.

Now he believed it, but where exactly was that place located? How did his nephew and niece end up drifting there?