The weather in Luoyang in November was already unusually cold, and it was only nine o'clock in the night, and the Youth Square was already empty. In the empty square, only two majestic stone lions were still standing in the cold wind, which was particularly conspicuous.

The hustle and bustle of the city is quieting down, ordinary people after a busy day are falling asleep in heated houses, and in the various brightly lit buildings in the distance, the nightlife of the rich is just beginning.

But none of this has anything to do with Zhu Yousong, dragging a heavy and dilapidated suitcase and a tired body. Zhu Yousong has never missed his hometown as much in his life as he did at this moment, the iron furnace that was red-hot with coal mixed with mud, and his parents who were always nagging in his memory.

As the first college student in the village, Zhu Yousong walked out of the small mountain village for more than ten years. The outside world is as wonderful and beautiful as I imagined, but I always feel that it has nothing to do with me. The family did their best to buy themselves a suit, and it can be said that they were out of the limelight among the village friends, and they felt like a city person, but they were ridiculed when they arrived at school. After gritting his teeth and completing four years of work-study, graduation came as scheduled... Unemployment also followed.

It's been half a year since I graduated, and I've already spent the part-time money and scholarships I saved in school in the past six months. How many classmates in the class with miserable grades have found decent jobs under the arrangement of their families, but I, an honor student, have been rejected again and again. The landlord, who was owed two months' rent, finally couldn't bear it anymore and kicked himself out. Wandering aimlessly in the winter night, thinking of yourself with high hopes, a pair of eyes of expectation or envy before leaving, and you can't slip back to your hometown to take over the farming.

After a long sigh, he still dispelled the idea of dying.

"Buy a ticket to go home tomorrow."

Just as Zhu Yousong was calculating whether the only money left in his pocket was enough to buy a ticket, the phone rang. Zhu Yousong rubbed his cold hand in his trouser pocket twice, greedily sucked the temperature of his thighs, and then took out his mobile phone.

"Dad, haven't slept at this point?"

"Your mother misses you, she can't sleep, she has to let me call you, it's all at this point, what kind of call are you calling."

Zhu Yousong listened to the other end of the phone, and his mother's familiar voice was ruthlessly piercing his father. After muttering a few words, he snatched the phone: "Komatsu, don't listen to your father's nonsense, he wants to call himself." It's cold, and the house is frozen, how are you there? ”

"Hey, Mom, I'm fine here. The house here is heated, just like in summer, and I am wearing autumn clothes and pants to call you. ”

The mother's happy voice came from the phone: "That's good, then good, Komatsu, you work hard, the spring sowing is finished next year, let your brother take me and your father to see you." ”

"Okay Mom, I still have to go to work tomorrow, I'll hang up first."

"Okay, okay, you can rest quickly." …

hung up the phone, and the thought of returning to his hometown was gone.

"It's better to lower the requirements and find a job to make a living first!"

Zhu Yousong, who was full of bitterness, raised his head, and a white marble stone lion stood in front of him. In the cold and bright moonlight, the teeth and claws are open, and the indescribable majesty is indescribable. A nameless fire suddenly rose in my heart, so many years of grievances, resentment was pressed in my heart, and this moment suddenly came to my heart.

"What are you proud of a broken lion, you are just a pile of stinky stones, Lao Tzu will kill you." After scolding, he threw it away, and the mobile phone smashed into the stone lion. With a clang, it fell to the ground, the lion did not move, and his mobile phone was shattered at the lion's feet.

After the impulse, Zhu Yousong woke up, looked at the fragments of a place, and froze in place.

"This is the only property worth a little bit, and you're going to break it for me." If the lion could speak at this moment, he would definitely scold, it was you kid who smashed me.

Zhu Yousong bent down to pick up his mobile phone in pain, and at this time, the stone lion of white marble fell down against common sense. smashed Zhu Yousong, who was picking up the mobile phone, under him, spit a mouthful of blood on the stone lion, stared at his eyes incredulously, his consciousness was no longer clear, he couldn't live, and he was still muttering in a mess: "Newton, you have deceived me miserably..... this lion touches porcelain..."

The next day, the newspaper reported: The stone lion in Luoyang Youth Square was not placed correctly and accidentally fell down, and the young man passing by was unfortunately smashed and died on the spot

It is said that the government surrounded the stone lions and paid a pension to the parents of the unlucky young man... But the most talked about is the unlucky god who was stoned to death in the middle of the night

In the sixth year of the Great Tomorrow Apocalypse, the prince of the Fu Wang Mansion in Luoyang was on the couch. The wooden bed of yellow pear rosewood exudes a faint fragrance, and the beaded curtain of gold thread through jade is half-rolled.

"The little prince is knocking on the intersection of the cheekbones, sphenoid bones and temporal bones, called the wing slit, which is the most vulnerable place on the human head, fortunately, the three souls are not lost, and the seven spirits are still there.

"And when will my son wake up?"

"Then it depends on the creation of the little prince."

Listening to the inexplicable conversation in his ears, Zhu Yousong's consciousness gradually came to his senses, but his two eyelids seemed to be poured with golden soup, and he couldn't open them no matter how hard he tried: "Didn't such a big lion crush me, I'm really fatal." ”

As soon as he thought of this, Zhu Yousong's mind suddenly came flooding with various thoughts, and in a short period of time, long and complicated memories filled his mind. Zhu Yousong was a little surprised, more in a trance, the time of others for more than ten years seemed to be his own personal memory, feeling that outside the gods, there was an indescribable mystery. A word suddenly appeared in Zhu Yousong's mind: crossing! This is the Ming Dynasty Luoyang Fuwang Mansion, I am Zhu Yousong, the son of the Fu Wang, the difference of one word, but the identity is the difference between cloud and mud.

King Fu was the favorite son of the former Emperor Shenzong, and the second half of his life was spent fighting for this son. In order to allow King Fu to succeed him, Shenzong and Wenchen fought a war of words for a full thirty years. Shenzong's determination is not unwavering, but his opponent is too incomprehensible. The civil officials of the Ming Dynasty are a magical group, and when it comes to the ability to quarrel, they modestly say that since Pangu opened the world, no one can compare with them.

In the forty-second year of Wanli, he insisted on fighting for thirty years, and Shenzong, who was already physically and mentally exhausted, looked at wave after wave, with high ambitions, and fought like chicken blood to admonish civil officials, and finally admitted defeat, and the ending was that King Fu was in Luoyang, and withdrew from the capital forever, the center of power, because the vassal king was not allowed to arrive in Beijing, and the emperor had no chance to leave Beijing, this vassal was equivalent to saying goodbye to his favorite son. As an emperor, he ruled the four seas, but he couldn't even keep his favorite son by his side, and the depressed Shenzong died a few years later.

Now reigning is the famous Emperor of the Apocalypse, and his other title is better known - the Carpenter Emperor.

Pity the hearts of parents all over the world, although Emperor Shenzong is sad day and night, King Fu, who has left Beijing, is like a sleepy bird out of the cage and a dragon into the sea. In the past, in the capital, countless pairs of eyes stared at him, and if he was a little out of line, he would be specially approved by the civil officials for a large number of literary knives and swords. The civil servants were only concerned with the struggle for power, and everyone would target a prince who was vying for the crown prince, but no one would pay attention to a vassal king. King Fu, who had just been holding his tail between his legs for a few months, found that the civil officials who had been staring at him had long since turned a blind eye to him, and in the fiefdom of Luoyang, he bullied men and women, and acted as a blessing.

A few days ago, he drank flower wine with like-minded fox friends and dog friends in the drunken fairy building, and after getting drunk, he didn't know which tendon was wrong, cut off the reins of the carriage, and had to ride back home. When they came to the gate of the palace, the horse, which had always been docile, was frightened and went crazy. The accompanying guards, dozens of small servants, too late to react, the crazy horse, has been scared to wake up the son of the horse off the horse, coincidentally, just happened to touch a white marble lion at the door, then fainted, in this dizzy, lying to the present.

Zhu Yousong opened his eyes vigorously, and he couldn't imagine it, but he felt familiar and rich. The woman sitting at the head of the bed, with a few lines of tears on her face, looked at her with a look full of love.

Zhu Yousong, who had not yet adapted to his new identity, was thinking about how to speak, when he saw a surprised expression on the princess's face, thinking that he had woken up, and pounced on himself in excitement and shouted.

At this time, Zhu Yousong was really weak, and the cross-fusion of the two memories made him have a splitting headache, almost nauseated, and was overjoyed by the princess, and suddenly his eyes turned black and he fainted.

Before he fainted, a thought welled up in his overwhelmed mind: this was the ghost who was a lion