This system is outrageous.

Three men came over, and the four of them sat on the corridor at one side and watched them.

"Master, please come this way. I have already sent everyone away. Don't worry, I guarantee that no one can hear our conversation."

Ye Fei raised her eyebrows. She didn't expect that the legendary male protagonist Lu Xiuping would be such a sycophantic person.

The other two walked into the room. Lu Xiuping personally brought them tea and snacks, then carefully closed the door.

"What should we do? We can't see anything." Ye Fei looked at the three people who didn't react at all.

Eleven pulled Ye Fei up. "Don't let go, we'll go in now." Eleven and Ye Fei walked straight into the door.

Lu Xiuping stood aside, poured tea for the two of them, and then sat down carefully.

"Master, this time it wasn't our fault. It's just that the man was too scheming." Lu Xiuping carefully glanced at the man's face.

Ye Fei walked up to the man and looked at him carefully, but couldn't recognize who these two people were.

"Who is this?" Ye Fei pointed at the man and opened her mouth without daring to make a sound.

"This is the legendary Eighth Master, and the one next to him is the Ninth Master who overturned the table." Eleven's voice went directly into Ye Fei's mind. Ye Fei nodded and turned to look at the legendary Ninth Master.

"He got away with it this time, but it won't be so easy next time." Mr. Ba slammed the table.

Ye Fei curled her lips. "This is the legendary good-natured Eighth Master. Why do I feel like he's a bit irritable?"

Eleven waved his hand to freeze the three people. "This involves a major life event. How can I not be angry? If it were you, you would be just as angry."

Eleven walked to the door and opened it to let Changfeng and Ling Rui in.

"Should we give them some more roles?"

Ling Rui looked at Eleven and joked with a smile. "You just want to watch the fun, don't you think their death is not tragic enough?"

"Isn't this not exciting enough? He doesn't have many years left to live anyway, wouldn't it be good to let him be a little more exciting?" Eleven put his hand on Eighth Master's shoulder and patted him, looking like a good brother.

"Just change it, but don't mess up the plot."

Changfeng crossed his arms and prepared to watch the fun. Seeing that Changfeng agreed, Ling Rui also acquiesced.

Eleven waved his hand and a golden light sprinkled on the three people, and the three people returned to normal.

"Is what you said feasible? Don't get us involved." Jiu Ye didn't seem to believe Lu Xiuping.

"I have already found out, so you two masters can relax."

The Eighth Master stood up and walked out, and the Ninth Master immediately followed him, and as he walked out the door he did not forget to turn back and threaten Lu Xiuping.

"Don't forget who made you live the life you are living now. Pay attention to your work and use your brain carefully."

Lu Xiuping trotted after them and sent the two naive gentlemen away.

"He must have already run to the Fourth Master's side, but these two don't know about it yet. They are so naive. No wonder they died so miserably."

Changfeng poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and looked dissatisfied.

"It's a bit shabby to use this to entertain the prince."

"Now is the most important day. I can't wait." Ye Fei's eyes were sparkling. She was about to witness the funeral of the greatest emperor of all time.

"Oh, you're so excited. It's not a good thing. Why are you looking forward to it so much?" Ling Rui looked at Ye Fei with a smile on his face.

"Although it's not a good thing, he is an extraordinary person. Of course I still want to meet him and listen to his ultimate thoughts."

"What's the ultimate idea?" Changfeng looked at Ye Fei in confusion.

"Who does he want to pass the throne to? I'm so curious." Ye Fei has read various versions of unofficial history. Now that he has the opportunity to see the truth, he is naturally very excited.

"Don't forget that this is a small world. Maybe the author's speculations are included in it." Eleven's cold water was poured on him at the right time.

"Oh, what if the author didn't think so much? Aren't you curious?"

"Since you are so looking forward to it, let's go." Changfeng opened the door directly and the four of them walked in.

The four of them went straight to the emperor's bedroom in the palace, and Ye Fei covered his mouth nervously.

"Don't worry, we have isolated them from our presence. They will definitely not hear our voices, otherwise it would be disastrous."

Ye Fei walked to the bedside and looked at this emperor who had left so many stories in history. Now he was just a lifeless old man.

"He should still be alive. Are we too late?" Ye Fei didn't dare to reach out to check his breath.

"Changfeng's ability shouldn't allow him to make such a mistake. We may have arrived too early and he was asleep." Ling Rui also walked over and looked at the person on the bed with a face full of compassion.

"Normally, at a time like this, the room should be full of people, at least there should be imperial doctors and palace maids serving, how come there is no one here?"

"Everyone is busy changing dynasties. Everyone knows that he won't live long. Of course, he is considering his own future." Eleven leaned against the bed.

"The imperial family is the most ruthless. If you think about it this way, their fighting is also a high-risk profession."

"The person you've been waiting for the most is here." Eleven pulled Ye Fei aside, and the two of them stood quietly beside the bed.

"Who's here? Fourth Master?" Ye Fei and Eleven stood side by side. This scene reminded Ye Fei of the death waiting to take away souls in the dramas she had watched. Thinking of this, Ye Fei couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Is the Fourth Master so funny?" Eleven felt very confused.

"No, he's not funny. We are funnier now. Do we look like the legendary Grim Reaper?"

The legendary Fourth Master walked to the door of the room but did not come in. He just knelt quietly outside the door.

"Tsk, he's really good at acting. It will be difficult to introduce him if he comes in." Ye Fei looked out through the gap in the window and saw a large group of people kneeling outside the door.

Changfeng moved his hand and the flow of time became faster. Ye Fei wanted to laugh for a moment as she watched the fast-forward of the real scene.

"...If you can work together to protect me after my death, I will also be happy to die in peace. Prince, the fourth son of the emperor, Yinzhen, is a man of noble character, very similar to me, and will be able to succeed me to the throne. You will follow the rules and observe mourning for 27 days. Let everyone know about this."

After hearing the last important part of the imperial edict, Ye Fei turned his head to look at Changfeng, and Changfeng smiled slightly.

"These few words are specially left for you to hear."

After this, there was another fast-forwarded plot. Looking at the accelerated images, Ye Fei tried hard not to laugh.

"Laugh if you want to. No one is laughing at you." Eleven reached out and poked Ye Fei's shoulder.

"This kind of occasion is not suitable for laughing, but I can hold it back." Ye Fei said and covered his mouth with his hand.

The screen returned to normal, and the four of them finally saw the expressions of the people kneeling below. Except for a few concubines who were crying really sadly, the others didn't even have tears.

"I don't like palace dramas that much now. I feel bad after watching them." Ye Fei sighed.

The system prompt sounded, and Ye Fei took out his mobile phone to update the plot.

"Senior Changfeng, a lot of plots have been updated. What should we do now?"

Changfeng smiled. "We can go back now and let them continue playing."