The third year after the death of the emperor

After about half an hour, he calmed down to an acceptable state, sat up from the quilt, and turned on the bedside lamp.

The warm warm orange light illuminates the face.He is only 22 years old here. Although there is no difference in appearance, he still looks younger, but the accumulation of more than ten years has made his temperament softer and quieter.

Xie Wen pressed the phone again, and the date and time reappeared on it, and at the same time, the password to unlock the lock screen appeared.Xie Wen stared at the four boxes for a while, and forgot what they were. He pondered and filtered his memories, and tried to input four numbers.

There was a click to unlock the prompt, and entered the phone desktop.

Xie Wen has some strange feelings about these simplified Chinese characters, but he has not forgotten them, but re-read the messages in the mobile phone, and re-stitched the memory at this point in time.

Young people have a rich nightlife, and there is a high probability that they will not sleep before 12 o'clock, so Xie Wen edited a message and replied to the unanswered content one by one.

After finishing all this, a huge, indescribable sense of emptiness suddenly came over him. He stared at the table in a daze for a while, not knowing what to do for a while, so he said in his heart: "I might ask for leave from the chess team. Slow down for two days."

no respond.The always noisy Tongtong didn't say a word.

Xie Wen didn't realize what happened at the moment, he looked down to find the contact information of the team leader, and said while turning: "I seem to have had a big dream, it's too unreal..."

He paused slightly, but still couldn't hear any sound.An unpredictable omen came to mind, Xie Wen called out: "Tongtong?"

Tongtong is not here.

She didn't come back.

Until this moment, the sense of unreality was so strong that it hit the throat.No matter how unreliable the system is, it will not deliberately keep silent at this time to scare him.

Xie Wen put down her phone, got out of bed and turned on the computer, and the screen glowed faintly in the dimly lit room.

Although the system always says that he is her last host, the real rules may not be like this.And the last sentence the other party said before returning... there must be something wrong.Xie Wen did not easily deny her memories of the past ten years. After opening the webpage, she typed the word "Old Enlightenment" in the search bar according to the title of the book in her memory.

There is no such book on the website, let alone a novel with this name. Instead, there are a large number of speculations from historical documents.Xie Wen did not find any trace of the book provided by the system.

He stared at the screen in silence for a moment, then picked up a piece of paper and a gel pen from the desk.He got used to the writing posture of the brush, and after adjusting it for a long time, he slowly got used to it and wrote on the paper:

Number one, I'm dreaming.

He stared at the four words, and then glanced at his unscarred wrist. The time and space were different, so the traces on his body would not be brought over.He gave up speculation based on this, but carefully recalled his own memories—too clear, too long, and even his living habits had changed, it was hard to say that this hadn't happened.

Xie Wen put a question mark next to these four words and continued writing:

Second, there was a problem with the system, and there was also a problem with that plane. Tong Tong stayed in Qiming for six years.

He stared at this line of words, and put a check mark next to it, which was a fact that best met his expectations.Xie Wen moved the position of the paper and continued to write:

Third, I am mentally ill.

Hallucination?It's not quite like that either.Xie Wen thought for a while, and tried to download several relatively professional self-measurement forms for mental illness from the Internet, wrote about four or five copies from beginning to end, and then studied the results in comparison.

no problem.

He did not take it lightly, but sent a message to his best friend, and then asked for leave from the chess team, planning to go to the hospital to see a professional doctor tomorrow.

He stared at the paper, temporarily unable to think of a fourth possibility, then tore off the paper, folded it, and put it on the bedside.

He tried hard to fall asleep, but as expected, he suffered from insomnia, and he didn't fall asleep until the middle of the night.The next day, Xie Wen made a phone call with her parents and sister, and gently and calmly asked about their current situation.He sat in his friend's car and drove to the hospital where he had made an appointment. The little girl's coquettish and complaining voice came from the earphones. "Brother, the golden-haired bear I raised is so cute. My mother insisted that it was a rhubarb mouse. How can there be such a cute mouse? ... When are you going home? It's the playoffs, and you have a game on the 18th, why are you free to chat with me today?"

Xie Wen said: "I won't go to the scene on the 18th."

"Ah? What are you doing, bro, this year is the home game of your chess team, and you, the master general, are not going? It's over, it's over, if you want to abstain and lose, Manager Liu will call Dad, don't you be afraid Dad scolded you."

"Well," Xie Wen said, "I can't go, just in case."

"What if?" Xie Xuan couldn't figure it out, "You paid a game fee of [-] yuan for a game, and you didn't sign a betting agreement. You will get money for the next game, why don't you go?"

Xie Wen looked at the scenery outside the window and said casually, "Just pretend that I'm dreaming that I'm going to be hit by a car and die."

Xie Xuan was stunned for a moment, and said in shock: "Brother! If you don't go, you must find a legitimate reason, such as traffic jams, car accidents, don't use such excuses to prevaricate Dad, I don't want to see you After abstaining from voting and being on TV, I will be scolded by my father..."

After chatting with my younger sister for about ten minutes, Xie Xuan went out to go shopping with her classmates, and then hung up the phone.And Mo Hongwei, who sat in the driver's seat and listened to the whole process, turned his back to him and smiled and asked, "Aren't you too willful?"

"It's not capricious," Xie Wen said. "You can't win even if you go. I'm afraid you won't believe me. My mind is full of ancient chess rules. If I really want to compete, I will lose the first few moves."

Mo Hongwei said: "Are you really out of your mind? Wait a minute, I'll stop the car and go take a look with you."

After he parked the car, the two saw a professional psychiatrist according to the appointment. After a series of diagnosis, technological means, and image interpretation, the doctor told him with a relaxed expression——Congratulations, except for the depression that normal people will have Apart from emotions, it is far from being mentally ill, and there is no organic disease.

Mo Hongwei looked quite happy. The two walked out of the hospital. Under his watchful eyes, he saw his hair boy took out a note from his pocket, and then wrote the note on it with a black pen that he carried with him. "I am mentally ill" was crossed out.

His smile suddenly froze on his face, and he tentatively said, "How about we... go back and have a look?"

Xie Wen shook her head: "No, I'm quite normal."

Mo Hongwei slandered: "Before you took out that piece of paper, I thought you were quite normal." He smiled awkwardly, and said sideways: "Then why are you still so nervous, normal people don't think they are sick."

Xie Wen glanced at him: "Normal people will confirm whether they are sick or not. I just... well, time travel."

Mo Hongwei was stunned.

"Traveling, have you heard of it?" Xie Wen said lightly, "A few years ago, there was a popular TV series that was made of this, but I didn't wear it there. I wore it in a book, and I said that the plot was written into a novel. No one reads it at all, it seems that under the torrent of the times, everyone can only slide down to a kind of tragedy...a novel with this feeling."

Mo Hongwei swallowed.

"That novel is not in our world, it may be a literary work in a parallel world." Xie Wen analyzed, "There is no obscenity/obscenity in it, it is just a simple overhead historical novel, it should not be blocked, Probably it has never appeared in this world."

As he spoke, his arm was suddenly pulled.Xie Wen turned her head and saw Mo Hongwei pulling a face, smiling uglier than crying, she bluntly said: "Let's go to another hospital and see..."

Xie Wen sighed and said, "I didn't time travel, I was dreaming."

Mo Hongwei's expression improved a lot immediately, and he slapped Xie Wen on the shoulder suddenly: "You scared me to death."

The two walked side by side silently. Mo Hongwei always felt that the conversation just now made the atmosphere weird, so he opened his mouth to adjust and talked about his work: "...I am different from you. I have to hold my head when I accompany you to watch Salary, tsk, my girlfriend called me yesterday and said that another construction team dug up a group of tombs in Luoning. You said that you are engaged in real estate in Luoning, so it’s more or less dirty. Working hours are long.”

Xie Wen said: "It's almost over."

"Maybe." Mo Hongwei came out of the hospital. Just as he was about to light a cigarette, he glanced at his fair-skinned, handsome and gentle friend beside him. He didn't want non-smokers to inhale second-hand smoke. "You won't see me in two days, and I don't know if there will be a signal on the phone... My teacher sent me a message asking me to rush to Heding Village, Dangnan Autonomous Region within this week. There is a big discovery there. Ten days I won't be back in half a month."

Dangnan Autonomous Region, Heding Village.Xie Wen restored the position in her mind, and felt that it was a rather remote place: "What big discovery?"

"I don't know, it's a great discovery that can change the academic world." Mo Hongwei said casually, "Do you remember the dynasty that was 400 years ago, which was more than 600 AD? The teacher sent me a message about that dynasty that is temporarily called Qi I took a photo of a stele rubbing, saying that during the Ten Kingdoms Rebellion, there was a separatist monarch who especially hated the Qi royal family, forcibly destroyed a lot of historical documents and folk materials, and even forcibly changed his country name, because of this Due to the huge damage and lack of unearthed in later generations, the academic circle has always only had inconclusive information..."

As he spoke, he opened the car door for Xie Wen, and said: "He is not called Qi at all, but the stele says it is called Qi. How can anyone choose to be buried in the Dangnan Autonomous Region? Are all their families buried there? Really? Are you mentally ill, are you about to leave the country? No wonder the archaeological community has been unable to find it for so many years... huh? Why didn't you move?"

Xie Wen stood on the spot, looking at him with clear and clear eyes, which were obviously very calm and gentle, but Mo Hongwei suddenly stopped breathing, and vaguely felt a subtle, sad and hopeful feeling in the other party's body. coexistence of breath.His voice paused for a while before he said, "...Xie Wen?"

Xie Wen took out the piece of paper, looked at the four words "I'm dreaming", thought for a while, didn't cross it out immediately, but put it back in his pocket, and said: "Dangnan Autonomous Region... have you called, Da Yu Mansion?"

Mo Hongwei was stunned at him for a long time. Although Xie Wen has a long history of family education, but he joined the chess team when he was young, how could he know something about such an unpopular historical issue?In the eyes of most people, that dynasty is so vague that it is even mentioned in textbooks.But Mo Hongwei is a straight doctor in archaeology, he stared at his friend, and nodded hesitantly.

So, he saw Xie Wen cross out the four words "I'm dreaming", and showed a faint smile.

----

On April [-]th in the sixth year of Qiming, Dayu Mansion.

When Qin Zhen arrived, he did not expect such a scene.

He was a first-year scribe, and the night attack was only for support and assistance in dispatching. The real victory of the city still depends on His Majesty and the generals.Because of multiple affairs, he came to the imperial court a few days late.But with the good news in hand, when he stepped into the city, every official and military general he saw had a serious expression on his face.

Did any general die?Or is His Majesty injured?or it could be……

Qin Zhen stepped into the meeting hall of Fucheng, and saw Shi Rupei, who had changed back to the clothes of the Central Plains, sitting on a chair, with He Yunhu and Ye Kai beside him.He stared at Shi Rupei, who was unharmed but with cold eyes, and asked, "Where is Your Majesty?"

The several generals present and the accompanying ministers all trembled, and their breathing stopped for a while, as if they had thought of something very terrible.After a while, it was Shi Rupei who said, "His Majesty the Emperor is still injured."

"Injured?" Qin Zhen glanced at the battle report in his hand, but this sentence was not mentioned in it.

"Yes." Shi Rupei said, "...Master Emperor, let's go."

Qin Zhen was taken aback.

"Emperor Xie returned to the mountains and went to live in seclusion." Shi Rupei completed this sentence, the flames and blood of that night could not be restrained in his mind, he was afraid of the cold when he thought of that scene, so he restrained himself not to recall, "Your Majesty While chasing down, Xiaofei practiced chasing out of Fucheng, and when he arrived in the field, he was blocked by a small group of remnant soldiers, beheading hundreds of people in a row in the chaotic formation, and was wounded with all his strength... and fell into a coma."

Qin Zhen squeezed the battle report: "Why don't you say this!"

Shi Rupei pointed to the people next to him, and said coldly to Qin Zhen: "You should ask them, I am an enemy military adviser without official or post, what do you ask me for?"

Qin Zhen looked at Ye Kai and the others, but the generals who faced the scene more directly remained silent. They thought of the blood flowing all over the ground, and the shadow of the snow-white horse galloping... Arrow feathers, fire, and the handed over weapon , Their invincible and invincible emperor rushed into the cavalry battle. He was covered in wounds, which almost made the ministers think that he would die of blood.

But His Majesty didn't want to kill the enemy, he just wanted to kill all those who blocked his way, so that the subsequent night raid army went to meet him, and they couldn't get close to him.At that time, the generals didn't know who he was looking for, and almost let the emperor stab through his chest with a sword. Later, Shi Rupei appeared and stopped the reckless behavior of the military officials.

Shi Rupei watched from the side, and even let the cavalry force His Majesty to exhaustion, and finally the archers shot back the remaining cavalry. Xiao Feilian was also seriously injured and fell to the ground, kneeling on the battlefield full of corpses.

The emperor still wore the bright red war robe, and the silver armor was covered with blood, and it was hard to tell whether it was his or the enemy's.At this moment, he is not like an emperor sitting high in the temple, but more like a desperate, brutal and terrifying beast.After leaving the support of Xiaofei Lian, he became even more ruthless, surly, tyrannical and ruthless, fighting hand to hand and fighting close to each other, which looked even more frightening.

He wanted to chase, but where did he want to chase?

In that cold and bloody night, all the ministers of Daqi felt cold in their hearts and it was difficult to breathe.They obviously already had countless archers with their bows and arrows, and many guards waiting with their swords drawn, but in front of His Majesty the Emperor, who made no distinction between enemy and friend, they could only stand by and watch——

Blood flowed into streams, and the toe-handed and remnant soldiers who had embraced death were also killed and retreated. Their courage to see death as home was shattered by the cruel dragon. When they fled in a panic, they all fell under the rain of arrows.

The night wind is fishy and sweet.

The red-stained silver armor and the corners of the dark red battle robe were dried up with blood.A figure sitting on the world, but lonely.

Xiao Xuanqian walked forward holding the sword, and the edge of the sword drew a long trace on the ground.He remembered this direction, and only this direction.

The flat outfield, full of fallen bodies, rose high enough to climb.No one knew whether he was sane or not, and whether he could tell the enemy from himself, but at this moment, a masked young man in black robe suddenly appeared from the night. He didn't care whether he would be chopped off by the emperor, and knelt In front of him, a sword was held in both hands.

He stood in front of the emperor.

Xiao Xuanqian raised his hand, and his blood-stained fingers brushed over the words "World Peace", then he threw away the weapon in his hand and grabbed the sword.

There was a bloody smell in his throat, and his throat was scalding as if it was burning, as if a blazing fire had been stuffed in.Peace in the world...Peace in the world is within your reach...Where are you going?

His cold internal organs were engulfed in hot flames.

Xiao Xuanqian clenched the sword tightly, then spat out a mouthful of blood, half-kneeling on the ground, holding the hilt of the sword tightly with one hand, and slammed the blade into the ground fiercely.

Beads of blood slid over the corner of his lips and dripped into the soil.At the most chaotic moment, when he was exhausted and almost dying in the next second, a slightly familiar voice appeared in his mind.

"Data calibration...Calibration complete...Database movement complete...Protagonist identity confirmed...Parallel world direction confirmed...System number T106687, energy shortage warning..."

"Insufficient energy cannot operate, insufficient energy cannot operate..."

"Warning for behavioral deviation of the protagonist in the world, warning for movement of small plane rules..."

"Exchanging time and space is confirmed... Adjusting the parallel time axis... The new mission is loaded..."

He didn't listen, and fell into a deeper, boundless darkness.

The author has something to say: This is your last host, Tong Tong =v=