Rebirth: The little puppet emperor, tearing apart the regent with his own hands

A mortal's life only lasts for a few decades.

A Niu soon grew up and took over his father's duties, becoming the new village chief, marrying a wife and giving birth to a son.

All the ridiculous thoughts from his childhood were forgotten by A Niu. Only when he went to pick up his son from school and saw his childhood teacher, he would slightly think of the painting of his teacher that he once coveted. .

The husband is very old, his face is covered with wrinkles, his hair is gray, his eyes have become cloudy, and he even walks a little shaky.

But when he saw his painting hanging on the wall, his eyes were still clear, just like before.

While picking up his children from school, without any warning, he saw the old man suddenly collapse, clutching his heart.

A Niu quickly ran over, pinched Ren Zhong, and helped the old gentleman up.

The old gentleman opened his eyes and gasped. He seemed to realize that he would die soon, so he gently brushed A Niu's arm away, walked step by step to the wall where the painting was hung, and stretched out his hand. I want to pick up that painting.

A Niu quickly took off the painting for him and handed it to the old gentleman.

The old gentleman stared blankly at the painting in his hand, his eyes filled with sadness and reluctance. He didn't even notice when A Niu had left.

It was getting late, a full moon hung on the branches, and the silver-white moonlight filled the earth like frost.

Yu Wenwen looked in a daze, as if he had returned to the time when he and His Majesty last met. It was also such a clear night sky and such a silvery white moon...

He had lived incognito in a small mountain village for decades, away from the temple and living an ordinary life. Without those conspiracy calculations, he had more time to think about the past and every detail between him and His Majesty.

The more I recall, the more frightened I feel. The more I think about it, the more I feel that there is no possibility of being with His Majesty anymore. In recent years, I have been living with regrets, and even wake up in the middle of the night...

When a person gets old, his heart also gets old...

Yu Wenwen sat in the rocking chair, his old fingers as old as dead branches gently caressing the scroll, as if caressing His Majesty's cheek, with reluctance and nostalgia.

A drop of muddy old tears slipped from the corner of Yu Wenwen's eyes: "Your Majesty, I am about to die, don't you want to see it?

I remember His Majesty said before that he wanted to see me die, and now is the time..."

No one spoke.

Yu Wenwen chuckled, and then continued: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to see him. I have sealed your majesty's soul in the painting. The soul cannot return to the void. Gu Qingyi's spell will naturally be unlocked, and your majesty will never have to do it again." Worried about falling into reincarnation...

Does your Majesty know that I am here to experience calamity? I have a hunch that after I die this time, my soul will return to its true form. When the time comes, I will come again to lift the seal for Your Majesty, so Your Majesty does not have to worry..."

Still no one speaks.

Yu Wenzhang was already used to it. He didn't need to wait for anyone to answer. He started talking to himself, talking about some past events between him and Su Qing.

As he spoke, he began to cough, and began to gasp while coughing. By the end, he was already out of breath...

His face was red from suppressing it, and he coughed with a voice like a broken bellows. He hugged the scroll into his arms with all his strength, and took one last look at the scroll...

In a daze, he seemed to see a figure in white standing quietly in front of him, just like before.

Yu Wenwen finally slowly closed his eyes. The scroll in his hand fell to the ground with a "clack" because it had no support...