On the ninth day of the sixth lunar month in the fifth year of Shaoxi, with the sound of the Jingyang bell, Shaotong of the Great Zhou Dynasty became the filial emperor and died in the Qianqing Palace at the age of sixty.
The wails gradually faded away, and Prince Wen felt that his body was getting lighter and lighter. It turned out that this was death.
The familiar people and objects in his life slowly appeared in front of his eyes, just like a dream, but life is just like a dream.
He was the unpopular eldest son of an inconspicuous vassal king, and even his future succession to the vassal throne was uncertain. Suddenly, auspicious stars shone, and he became the emperor of the Zhou Dynasty who kept his promises.
This was really like a dream. In this dream, he experienced triumphs and losses, joys and sorrows, tasted the joy of being in charge of the world, and also tasted the loneliness of being alone. The emotions were mixed and indescribable. Today, everything is over.
No matter who you are, in the end you are just a handful of dirt.
Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs.
The light in front of him became brighter and brighter, and his body became less and less light than before. Instead, it became heavier and heavier, and began to fall.
How is this going? Having been in power for many years, he has perfected his temperament to not show off his joy or anger without being shocked when a mountain collapses before his eyes. When he noticed this strangeness, he frowned slightly.
After all, he is also the Son of Heaven. The King of Hell in the underworld should not neglect him when he sees him.
Thoughts flashed across his mind, and his body fell suddenly. The speed made him stagger, and he subconsciously reached out to help him. His tentacles felt rough.
The bright light in front of him made him close his eyes, and there began to be a quiet sound of birdsong in his ears, and then a feeling of quiet but vitality spread from all directions.
Is this... the underworld? King Wenjun slowly opened his eyes. There were green trees in front of him, and there was the faint sound of gurgling water. He was standing under a big tree, holding his hands on the tree.
This is a very old tree... Prince Wen gently groped the trunk, and he suddenly found that his hand...
These are not the skinny hands of an old man, but the fair and smooth skin of a young man...
This is? He couldn't help but raise his hand to touch his face, the tentacles were smooth and delicate...
He looked up at the tree, it felt so familiar...
The sound of reading can be heard in the distance, which makes the environment even more peaceful and pleasant. It doesn't look like the underworld...
Prince Wenjun lifted his feet and walked slowly along the gravel path. Along the way, he felt more and more familiar. He had been to this place before...
Here is... This name kept echoing in his mind, but he still couldn't blurt it out.
He walked to an intersection at this time, and the scenery suddenly opened up. Outside the gate directly in front of him, an iron crane spread its wings and was about to fly.
Tiehe Academy, Jiankang, Xianren County.
The memory buried in the deepest part of his heart suddenly came up, making him sigh softly and look around. Yes, it was here. That year, he was seventeen years old. That year, he settled here temporarily. He was waiting to be admitted to Beijing as a candidate to take care of himself. That year, he met the girl here...
"If you could come back to life, Your Highness, when would you like to go back to when in your life..."
A soft voice appeared in my ears, and a face that was a little fuzzy in my memory but felt extremely familiar appeared in front of me.
If this kind of thing had never been in his mind, when he had been running for half his life and was satisfied with the boundless country in his hands, he felt a little regretful in his heart because he did not keep the person who wanted to be by his side.
Everyone in the palace, including the ministers, knew that he, the emperor, did not eat pork. It was a taboo because he had been ill. However, no one knew that the taboo was only for two years, but he had never eaten it in his life. , in fact, he just wanted to remember that there was a woman who had earnestly asked him, and he didn't want to forget her...
Everyone knows that he, the emperor, likes to walk in the plum grove in the palace garden when it snows in winter, and does not allow anyone to accompany him. This is because he loves tranquility. In fact, when he walks alone, he is not alone. He imagined that the woman was by his side, just like the three real times, quietly accompanying him, but feeling at ease...
.Once, when he was young, he thought he would have no regrets, so he let go easily, but as time passed, the feeling of missing him became stronger and stronger.
If he could do it over again, he would never let go...
"The school is an elegant place, you guys had better be careful with your words!" A clear and timid voice suddenly sounded.
This voice was so familiar and real, right next to his ears. King Wenjun couldn't help but come back to his senses in shock. He looked outside the door again and felt his heartbeat suddenly stop.
"Ha! It's your turn to teach us a lesson!" The lanky boy shouted, "Give me the things, I'll help you with this!"
Prince Wen closed his eyes and walked over step by step.
"What are you... doing?" He spoke slowly, and the voice that came out of his mouth was so unfamiliar, with a slight tremor.
The three teenagers standing at the door immediately turned away, allowing a thin girl to appear in front of him.
She looked over with unconcealed fear and timidity, and her face gradually merged with the impression.
Prince Wen couldn't help but close his eyes and block back the tears that almost came out.
"This brother..." the voice sounded in front of him, with fear and helplessness.
Prince Wenjun opened his eyes and looked at this person who was so close that he could actually touch it with his hand.
"I want to ask my brother to give my brother a message..." She bit her lower lip and said with a twinkle in her eye.
Prince Wen's eyes caressed her face with some lust. This face was familiar yet unfamiliar. What was familiar was the eyebrows, but what was unfamiliar was the expression he had never seen before. It was frightened, helpless, confused, and afraid. Of course, the look in her eyes There is already a hint of stubbornness and defensiveness.
This kind of defense was fully formed and indestructible when he was tempted.
"Okay..." He spoke slowly, carefully controlling his expression so as not to scare her.
A cluster of surprise flashed in her eyes.
"Brother, thank you..." She bowed down and saluted repeatedly, expressing her gratitude in a panic with the fear of never being helped.
"You're welcome..." King Wenjun felt his nose was slightly sour, and a smile appeared on his face, "I'll tell your brother..."
He said this, turned around and left.
"Brother..." A hesitant voice came from behind. She quickly followed up, as if she wanted to smile, "I haven't said anything yet..."
Prince Wenjun smiled. Looking at this real face, he nodded, "Okay, you say..."
"Brother, please tell my brother, try your best to improve yourself. Even if you say you haven't learned it yet, you will definitely learn it." She said after plastic surgery.
"Okay, I'll note it down." Prince Wen smiled and nodded.
A smile spread across her face, with genuine gratitude.
"Thank you, brother..." She lowered her head and said.
"You're welcome, I'm glad I can help you..." Prince Wen said with a smile.
His attitude was too enthusiastic, and the girl raised her head, a trace of exploration flashed in her eyes, and a caution that he was all too familiar with.
This time, he didn't want to see her being wary of him again... Prince Wen nodded, stopped talking, and turned inward.
This time, he had enough time...
This time, he will protect her wholeheartedly...
This time, she won't be allowed to face so many difficulties alone...
This time, he wanted her to hand over her hand to him with confidence, without fear, doubt or regret...
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No, I can't finish the last chapter today. Take a breath, it's more than 8,000 words...
For some students, seeing this can be considered the end. Those who still want to read can wait and read the last chapter. I originally had a lot to say to you, but after reading the comments, including pirated comments, Suddenly I felt that this is it with a sigh. Again, if I disappoint you, please forget me. In this way, you will forget the sadness and resentment, and you can maintain a happy mood. I can only do what I can and say. So, please believe in my sincerity, the sincerity with which I treat each of you, and the sincerity with which I treat every story I write. Thank you all.