Host please stay

Chapter 92
Memories open.

In the picture, the little emperor was pale, his eyes were closed, and he was lying on the bed breathing weakly.

Beside him, all the ministers and cronies waited anxiously and worriedly, two genius doctors invited from Changchun Valley and Wu Yazi Wu Xingyun gathered around the hospital bed to consult with the little emperor.

From the increasingly ugly faces of the four people, the surrounding ministers knew that the situation of their emperor was not good.

"Master Wu Yazi, how is your majesty?"

Seeing the dignified expressions of the four, Commander Wang Jian took a step forward and couldn't help asking.

"curse!"

Wu Yazi looked ugly, and opened his mouth to spit out these two words.

He was really puzzled, how could his Majesty's Martial Dao Jindan state be persecuted by a mere curse?
"A curse on the soul."

The miraculous doctor from the Sun family in Changchun Valley looked no better than Wu Yazi. From the expression on his face, it was not difficult to see that he seemed to understand this so-called curse on the soul.

"A curse from heaven."

After hesitating for a long time, another miracle doctor who was invited from Changchun Valley finally told the truth he saw.

An emperor, or an emperor who has unified the whole world and included the seven continents and four oceans on the earth into his territory, has actually been cursed by the gods.

This... is definitely not good news.

Heaven's wrath and people's resentment usually refer to a person who has committed a heinous crime to the point of unforgivable.

And their emperor, His Majesty, opened up the territory of the Song Dynasty, unified the entire earth, and even promoted writing and language on a global scale.

Vigorously develop farming and textiles, support the emerging heavy industry, and call famous doctors from all over the world to study medicine, and solve many difficult and miscellaneous diseases.

Even in the expansion of the territory, many killings were caused, but since ancient times, there is no emperor whose hands are dripping with blood, and millions of corpses lie under his feet.

Why, His Majesty the Emperor made such immortal feats in the whole world, but in the end he was cursed by God instead?
Could it be that His Majesty the Emperor is too good, so good that the heavens are jealous?

A group of important ministers couldn't figure out why His Majesty the Emperor would be cursed by the heavens.

It's just that this doesn't understand, but it doesn't affect the tacit understanding between them.

After looking at each other, Wang Jian, Li Xun and Lu Yue nodded tacitly, and Lu Yue quietly retreated.

After getting acquainted, hundreds of Conglong troops quietly replaced the imperial guards and surrounded the entire palace.

This kind of news that is not good for His Majesty the Emperor must never be spread.

Even if His Majesty really can't wake up again, and he can't teach this news to spread to the ears of the world, it will definitely affect His Highness the Crown Prince's succession to the throne.

Your Majesty, will always be the Majesty who is envied by the heavens, who has immeasurable merits and virtues to the people of the world.

As for these insiders—sorry, if His Majesty can't wake up, as His Majesty's loyal subjects, you can continue to conquer the world despite His Majesty in the fairyland!

The situation suddenly became serious.

But in the little emperor's sea of ​​consciousness, it was another scene.

"Host, these three confidantes of yours really didn't make a wrong choice."

Looking at the actions of the outside world, even though the life and death of the little emperor were uncertain, the three confidants were still loyal, even willing to bear the infamy and slaughter important officials for his reputation, Su Luo couldn't help expressing emotion.

It's just that although the little emperor, the important minister of these three guys, was moved, he was more concerned about another matter.

"System, am I going to die?"

Su Luo: "."

"Before that, I advised you."

"But, at the end of the sky, at the top of the Jade Emperor, I have already ruled the entire world, why, why can't I reach the real peak?"

Even though he knew he might die, the little emperor still felt a little unwilling.

Su Luo: "." How should I answer you?Tell you because of me?Because your system father has obtained almost all the existing rules of this world in your name?

Tell you that your merits are fully qualified to truly ascend to the peak of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, even the First Emperor, but because of the existence of this system, you forced yourself to be targeted by the will of the world?
Su Luo was speechless.

For the second half of the little emperor's life, he only has eight words to sum it up - success is also a system, and failure is also a system.

Relying on his strength, this weak emperor of the Song Dynasty first fully grasped the imperial power, and then truly ruled the whole country.

Then wiped out the powerful enemies, and incorporated the Liao, Xia, Tubo, Tibet and other small countries that were eyeing the Song Dynasty into their own territory.

In the end, it expanded the territory all the way, unified the entire Eurasian continent, captured Africa, North and South America, and Oceania, and became the true co-lord of the five lakes, four seas, seven continents and four oceans.

Relying on the power of the system, the little emperor's life can be described as a legend.

But it was also because of the system that he was exposed to the will of the world at his most glorious moment, and at the peak moment, he drew a full stop for himself.

"Host, do you regret it?"

After all, he is his first host, and he has been training him for more than ten years. If he has no feelings, or if he has the heart to see him die, it is naturally impossible.

Hearing this, the little emperor was silent for a while.

"System, you. Are you a person?"

Before Su Luo could reply, the little emperor continued, "If it wasn't for this trip to worship heaven.

If, one day, I have no value, what will you do?Are you leaving here?Do you want to take back everything you gave me, or take away my life together? "

Su Luo: "."

"Emperor Zhezong of the Great Song Dynasty, Zhao Xu.

Xining was born on the seventh day of December in the ninth year, and in the first year of Yuanyou, he became emperor at the age of nine.

In the eighth year of Yuanyou, after the death of Empress Dowager Gao, she took charge of the government. In the following year, she was renamed Shaosheng.

On January [-]th in the third year of Yuanfu, he died of illness in Bianliang, Tokyo. "

Hearing Su Luo's answer, the little emperor was slightly taken aback.

"Three years of Yuanfu? Three years of Yuanfu! It turns out that I have earned money for three and a half years."

There was an inexplicable emotion in the little emperor's voice.

"System, Zhen. Why don't you know that there is no love for no reason in this world, and there is no hate for no reason?

However, no matter what the purpose of the system helping me is, no matter what the host will do after I am worthless, I have to fight.

Because, I understand myself and my situation in Song Dynasty.

Just like now, I also have to fight, if I can't reach the end of the sky, if I can't control my own destiny, if I have no value anymore-I don't know what will happen to me.

Therefore, the system, I, never blamed you! "

The little emperor's voice became weaker and weaker, and his consciousness began to become unstable.

"Thank you for making me a real emperor in this lifetime."

"Thank you, System Dad."

The voice stopped here, outside, the faces of the four genius doctors changed drastically, and the emperor on the hospital bed had stopped breathing.

A bloody incident seems to be staged in the deep palace, and all of this has nothing to do with Su Luo.

"Don't blame me? Thank me?"

"Stupid host, just say "system father" to you, just say "system father" to you, why not help you if you are so sensible?

In the system space, feeling the little emperor's last thought, Su Luo was slightly taken aback, raised his head, and looked up at the sky.

"However, the will of a small world really set itself apart?
The last time I lost half a trick to you, today—the system father will let you see what it means to win half a day! "

Great Song calendar:
In the first year of Xianyou, on the night of October 29, His Majesty the Emperor was in a coma for 49 days. There was a white light soaring into the sky, and Xianle came to the dust, and it was as bright as day for a thousand miles around.

In the sleeping palace, in the eyes of everyone, the emperor's corpse was dissected, and he ascended into the sky.

The world is shaking!
Dao Palace, Daxing!
ps: The second update, um, the so-called feathered ascension means that the body is damaged without becoming a fairy, and the soul achieves the primordial spirit and transcends the void.

(End of this chapter)