Drowsily, Zhao Xu slowly opened his eyes.

When the curtain falls and the beaded curtains are strung up, your nose can smell the faint fragrance, which is elegant, fragrant and natural.

The quilt covering my body is warm and comfortable, with bright patterns and elegant colors.

Zhao Xu recognized it at a glance.

This is the craftsmanship of Toizenin and Ayanishinin!

No matter the weavers, colors, or patterns, only Tozo-in and Ayanishin-in can make them.

Although it can be imitated in modern times, it doesn't have that taste.

Just like Zhao Ji's thin gold body, middle school students can copy it.

But no one can describe that taste.

"Are you dreaming again?" Zhao Xu laughed.

But this dream is a little too real.

He had had similar dreams in the past, but none of them were as real as this one!

Zhao Xu reached out and gently kneaded the patterns embroidered on the quilt.

The stitching is tight, the workmanship is exquisite, and it is very comfortable to touch.

Suddenly, Zhao Xu saw his hand.

That was clearly a child's hand!

Fair, delicate, thin...

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Xu felt that his throat was a little itchy, so he began to cough.

Ahem!

Then, a strange yet familiar woman's voice came from outside the curtain.

"Your Highness!"

It’s a title I haven’t heard in a long time!

Zhao Xu followed the sound and saw a person who seemed familiar, but had forgotten when he had met him.

She was a slightly plump woman wearing a pair of shorts, about forty years old, with a slightly round face and a few yellow spots left by the years. She wore a little powder and had bright and gentle eyes.

She bowed slightly, leaned over from the side of the curtain, smiled, and looked at Zhao Xu lovingly.

Zhao Xu looked at the woman and swallowed. His pupils suddenly contracted at this moment, and his breathing became rapid. The memory of his death resurfaced from the bottom of his heart, making Zhao Xu feel dizzy and confused in time and space. He didn't know where he was today. The feeling of the year!

"Grandma Guo..." He called the other party's name in a low voice.

A person who has long since passed away from his life and life.

Now, it appeared before his eyes alive.

Zhao Xu looked at his hands, those white and tender, thin hands.

Completely, just like a child's hand!

Incredible!

can not explain!

Zhao Xu was a little lost.

Grandma Guo’s round face that he had forgotten revealed a smile. The past and present were intertwined at this moment, extremely illusory, but also extremely real!

All I heard was Grandma Guo asking softly: "Has your highness' old illness relapsed?"

"Should we call Imperial Physician Qian into the palace?"

Zhao Xu took a deep breath, feeling the breathing in his lungs and trachea, and then shook his head: "No need, Granny Guo, I have nothing serious to do..."

"It was just a dream!"

"Nightmare?" Grandma Guo squatted outside the curtain and asked gently.

Zhao Xu exhaled and did not answer directly, but murmured to himself: "I seem to have had a long dream!"

He raised his head and leaned on the jade pillow, his eyes confused, wondering what was going on?

All the past events are surging in my heart, and all the vivid people and events are rolling in my heart. All kinds of regrets and reluctances are left in my heart, both bitter and sweet.

What is happening in front of us is unbelievable, like a dream, it is unbelievable, but we have to believe it.

Does Buddhist reincarnation really exist?

Otherwise, why can I live life after life? Now I can even reverse time!

Flowers will bloom again one day, and people will return to their youth!

"God loves me so much!" Zhao Xu murmured in a low voice, but the language he spoke was not the correct rhyme of the Song Dynasty, but Mandarin spoken more than nine hundred years later.

A language that is similar to Zhengyun, but has removed many entering tones.

"How lucky I am!"

He looked at the woman in front of him, his wet nurse, the loyal person chosen by his father to take care of him.

"Grandma Guo!" Zhao Xu looked at her seriously.

"Hey!" Grandma Guo responded gently to Zhao Xu's call: "My wife is here!"

"This time, I will never let anyone bully you again!" Zhao Xu said firmly.

The mother-in-law was slightly stunned, not quite understanding what His Highness meant, but she still smiled and said, "Your Highness is joking, who would bully a minister?"

Zhao Xu then laughed.

Indeed, under normal circumstances, no one would be bored and bully an emperor's wet nurse who was doing her job well in the palace.

But the problem is that although this wet nurse is honest and responsible, she was chosen by her father.

In the eyes of many people, everyone and everything that has anything to do with Zhao Xu’s father is guilty!

They must be exterminated and thoroughly cleaned up!

Therefore, when Zhao Xu was twelve years old, an incredible rumor appeared in the city of Tokyo.

Some people say that the imperial family sent people to conduct a beauty pageant for themselves in the name of selecting wet nurses in Tokyo.

All of a sudden, the civil servants became excited and wrote letters one after another to discuss the matter.

The result of the matter was that one day when Zhao Xu returned to Funing Hall from Niying Pavilion.

He found that around him, the maids and eunuchs who were personally selected by his father to serve him and take care of him were all gone.

Grandma Guo is no exception!

Twelve-year-old Zhao Xu suddenly felt his hands and feet were cold, his body was shaking, and his eyelids were twitching. He can still remember the feeling at that time.

Fear, shock, doubt, and anger are intertwined in my chest.

At that time, he felt like a bird in a cage.

Outside the cage, there were already crowds of jackals, tigers and leopards.

They were looking at me fiercely.

Just wait for him to make a mistake, then swarm him, drag him out of the cage and tear him to pieces!

Sometimes, when dreaming back in the middle of the night, Zhao Xu would even be so frightened that he would sit up from the bed.

He was afraid that he would be the next noble countryman!

No!

He is not even qualified to be a noble countryman.

At least Mr. Gao Gui still has loyal ministers around him, as well as soldiers who are willing to follow Mr. Gao in launching a fatal charge.

But what does he have?

Nothing at all!

Everyone around you is the eyes and ears of others!

Even a few ants in the garden can reach Cheng Yi's ears.

While thinking about the past, Zhao Xu looked at the furnishings in the dormitory. There were many screens, and you could vaguely see through the gaps in the bead curtains. In the surrounding screens, you could see the light and shadow of the charcoal fire in the brazier. Therefore, it was not winter now, so

It's early spring.

Zhao Xu thought about what Grandma Guo called him again.

Your Highness?

You haven’t ascended the throne yet?

In other words, the emperor is still alive?

Is it the seventh year of Yuanfeng or the eighth year of Yuanfeng?
To be continued...