Rebirth: The whole family travels through time together: Fubao Koi is busy eating melons

The little white tiger was also awakened by the endless noise. He couldn't bear to be lonely and kept howling, wanting to join the carnival.

Fortunately, the attentive Xu Liyun discovered the two little explorers who were planning a "night tour" in time and hugged them back to their safe home.

The red lanterns hanging in front of the door swayed gently in the night breeze, as if dancing for the arrival of the new year. The lingering sound of firecrackers lingered in the night sky for a long time, accompanied by the carefree laughter of children. The old year quietly exited, and the new year slowly unfolded before them.

The days to come are waiting for these young lives to write with courage and enthusiasm, and to embrace every brighter tomorrow.

"Happy New Year!" Zhang Siwa's sudden cheer broke the silence of winter.

There was an irrepressible joy in his voice, leaving traces of happiness in every corner of Zhangjia Village.

Zhang Laoer was stunned for a moment, then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and quickly spread among the crowd.

There was a gentle light in Xu Liyun's eyes, and she gently stroked Wu Niang's head beside her.

The little girl struggled to hug the little white tiger's furry body. Although the little guy was quite big, he seemed particularly docile in her arms.

She held the little white tiger's tender little paw tightly and expressed New Year's wishes to her family. "Happy New Year! I hope that every year in the future, we can sit together like this, live happily, and celebrate the Spring Festival happily!"

Her voice was small but extremely firm, and every word contained beautiful wishes for her future life.

Her smile was as beautiful as a flower, and her eyes curved into two small crescents. That sweet smile seemed to be able to melt the coldest ice and snow, and it was as sweet as honey, slowly seeping into everyone's heart.

At this moment, all the sorrows and the past seem to be swept away by this strong festive atmosphere.

Although they have settled down in Zhangjia Village a long time ago, it is not until today that this real sense of belonging, this feeling of "home" surrounded by warmth, touches everyone's soul so strongly.

Zhang Siwa hugged his sister tightly. It was a silent promise, a promise that no matter what happened, they would be each other's strongest support.

Xu Liyun's movements were even gentler, as if she was protecting the most precious treasure; Zhang Laoer used his broad palms to gently pat Zhang Sanwa's shoulders.

After the little white tiger was put down, it rubbed against Zhou Xiucai's feet in a naive manner, and its funny appearance caused a burst of laughter.

The night falls and the stars shine brightly.

In this humble little village, six ordinary souls met by chance.

Their reunion was like an unexpected warm current, adding a touch of warmth to the vast land of Da Chu.

And in the distant Forbidden City, behind the prosperity lies another scene.

The magnificent palace was filled with the aroma of medicine. Palace maids hurriedly shuttled back and forth. The king's heavy cough sounded particularly harsh in the quiet night.

On the dragon bed, an elderly man was breathing heavily, and every breath seemed like a fight against death. Although his face was weathered, it still revealed a kind of majesty.

If he had not been wearing gorgeous clothes carefully woven by top embroiderers, and if the chief of the Imperial Medical Bureau had not personally taken his pulse, who could have imagined that this seemingly frail old man was the emperor who ruled the world?

Beside the bed, a woman in gorgeous gold and red palace dress, with eyes as sharp as a hawk, stared closely at every subtle movement of the imperial physician, her brows full of nobility.

"Tell me the truth, how long can he last?" the voice was cold.

The doctor's body trembled slightly. This question was too heavy for him. He did not dare to delve into the answer and could only answer carefully: "Your Majesty is old and it is natural for him to be weak and sickly. As long as he is properly treated, perhaps..."

The Queen did not allow him to continue. Her words were direct and cold: "No need for empty words. I just want a specific date."

The imperial physician lowered his head. Facing the queen's eyes that seemed to see through everything, he felt unprecedented pressure.

Finally, under this almost materialized pressure, he uttered a few words: "If treated properly, about... half a year."

After saying this, the imperial physician closed his eyes tightly, not daring to face any emotions that might happen next.

His heart was filled with regret and helplessness. Once upon a time, his yearning for a high position in the Imperial Hospital was like a blazing fire, but now, that position was like a sword hanging over his head. Every bit of glory was accompanied by endless fear and burden.

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly. If he had known the outcome would be like this, why would he have gone to so much trouble to fight for it?

Fate plays tricks on us. The so-called glory can sometimes become the heaviest shackle.

Just as the imperial physician was getting nervous, thinking that the empress would maintain the silence, with nothing else around except the emperor's heavy breathing, suddenly, the empress's cold and clear voice pierced the air and echoed in the silent room again: "From now on, your first priority is to ensure the continuation of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's life, even if it's just to buy him one more day."

When the imperial physician heard this, his body trembled, and he quickly bowed his head, his forehead almost touching the ground: "I will do my best to live up to the trust of the queen."

A trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He knew that the importance of this mission was not only related to his own life and death, but also to his personal honor and disgrace.

As everyone knows, in this prosperous yet strict capital city, the emperor is extremely fond of the empress who is thirty years younger than him. This affection is so deep that he also gives her child, the seventh prince, a love that no one else can match.

The Seventh Prince not only received personal instruction from his father, but was also given the best educational resources and various famous teachers to assist him.

If the former queen had not saved the emperor's life and her son the crown prince had not performed impeccably for many years, with the emperor's preference for the successor, the court and the public would have been in turmoil, and the discussion of deposing the crown prince and enthroning the seventh prince would have come to the fore sooner or later.

The current court situation is like a taut string. The crown prince, relying on his status as the eldest son, has the legal advantage; while the seventh prince, relying on the favor of his father and the powerful force of his family behind him, secretly competes with the crown prince's forces in secret.

Once the emperor passes away, the crown prince will be able to inherit the throne legitimately. At that time, no matter how hard the seventh prince's faction struggles, it will be difficult to change the overall situation.

The imperial physician's mind was in turmoil, and in a split second, he realized how fragile and delicate the thin balance inside and outside the palace was.

As an envoy of the court, he couldn't help but worry about the Queen's party in his heart.

On the one hand, the emperor was dying and even seemed unable to handle daily government affairs;

On the other hand, the forces behind the prince are complex and intertwined, and the loyal generals on the frontier all regard him as the future lord. Once the imperial power changes, the prince, as the legal heir, will undoubtedly be the object of their loyalty.