Receiving the signal from the ghost girl, Meng Yi cleared his throat and pretended to walk through the living room and up the stairs naturally.

"Xiao Sanxia, what's the matter?" Meng Yi didn't know why he wanted to cooperate with her such a 'sneaky' move.

"Shhhh Sanxia quickly closed the door and crept to the window to look down cautiously. After confirming that Fusu didn't hear the sound just now, he pulled Meng Yi to the table.

The computer on the table lit up, Sang Xia pointed to the page that was open, and leaned in Meng Yi's ear and asked word by word in an extremely soft voice, "Uncle, is this Fusu?"

Meng Yi frowned and squinted at the computer screen, like an old gentleman in a private school. Although he has been in the world for many years, he is not very familiar with these scientific and technological supplies of the human world because he has very little contact with them.

After Sang Xia instructed Meng Yi to read the entry information on the page searching for 'Fusu' on the computer, he stretched out a hand on his shoulder, and solemnly twisted his eyebrows and his eyes motionless.

"Uncle, is Fusu married?"

Meng Yi was stunned for a moment, then thought for a moment and then smiled, "You mean getting married." Well..."

"What are you two talking about?" With a displeased voice, Fusu suddenly appeared in the room, interrupting Meng Yi's answer.

Sang Xia was startled, her little heart was pounding, her eyes looked at Meng Yi in a panic and then at the person who had just appeared, like a child who had done something bad and was caught, trembling nervously, staying in the chair and not daring to move.

Meng Yi was also stunned, and judged very wisely that it would be better for the two of them to be less mixed. And Fusu, a thousand-year-old elm pimple, who knows what the hell it will look like when you are jealous.

Seeing Fusu's eyes fixed on Sang Xia's little hand that was still on his shoulder, he coughed sullenly, pretending that it was none of his business, "You talk, you talk." I've got something to do, go out. ”

With that, Meng Yi quickly got up and fled the scene with a strong desire to survive.

"When you eat, it depends on your ghostly glance at Meng Yi, little guy, let's say, what are you thinking?" As Meng Yi disappeared, Fusu sat down on the two-seater sofa by himself, looking at Sang Xia's obscene and panicked little appearance funny.

"No, no, nothing. It's, that's, what's..."Sangxia's mind was spinning, but he still couldn't find an excuse. On weekdays, he is still a little talkative, but he doesn't seem to be very talented for nonsense.

She subconsciously glanced at the open page of the computer, and was about to reach out to close it, when she watched the computer fly into Fusu's hand.

Now it's getting more and more empty-hearted, and I can't tell the difference!

Sang Xia lowered his head in annoyance, clenched his hands, and became more and more panicked in his heart. After a while, there was no movement at all.

Hey, is it okay? Sang Xia tilted his head slightly and squinted his eyes, only to see Fusu holding a computer in his hand, and the person was standing in place, motionless, expressionless and unable to see why.

"Uh... She tried to say something, but couldn't find the words.

"Are you just using a computer to do such a boring thing?" Fu Su raised his eyebrows, as if he was not angry, and seemed to be smiling.

Midnight said that there is a lot of knowledge and information about the world on the computer, which can be said to be all-encompassing. I didn't expect that even the old yellow calendar of thousands of years ago was recorded, which is really remarkable! Fu Soda admired the rapid development of human science and technology from the bottom of his heart.

But for the so-called information about himself that he saw in front of him, Fusu sighed helplessly again, crying and laughing.

For thousands of years, he has long turned a deaf ear to the evaluations of others.

Those well-known and unknown poets, lyricists, historians, and thinkers either lamented his untimely death, or lamented his failure to inherit the Qin Dynasty and create a new achievement, he has long been free of these things.

No matter how grand the ambition is, after thousands of years of tempering, it has turned into a cloud. What's more, Fusu did not have the grand ambition of the first emperor's father. is also because of this Huairou and domineering character, which directly led to the relationship between him and his father.

I have also heard someone scold himself, there was an old storyteller during the Song Dynasty, known as Wang Xuexue. Fusu happened to meet the lean old man at a tea house, and talked with a group of people about the characters of the past dynasties, and heard his name inadvertently.

Wang Xuezhi said that Fusu died too easily, and in the words of modern people, he died too postmodernist.

At that time, the most powerful and noble prince in the world received an edict, and he could not stand the urging of the eunuch to cut himself. Will such a person be able to bear the great responsibility of the world in the future?'

As the heir of a king, but you don't have the psychological quality to become a king, who will die if you don't die? Anyway, if you don't die now, you will be killed by people with ulterior motives in the future. Because of the chair under your buttocks, because of the robes you are wearing, because of the jade pokes (seals) that you hold in your hands. So, you have to die. ’

When Fusu heard such a fresh statement at that time, he thought it was very interesting and somewhat reasonable. It's easy to dodge with open guns, but it's hard to defend against hidden arrows, not to mention how stupid you are, you only know how to work hard, and you know that politics is never a simple thing.

'If you don't die, who will die?!!' ’

This comment is crude, but it is very apt. People say that reading history is a clear ambition, but it turns out that others have a different understanding when they read themselves.

In the face of time, no matter how great a person is, he is just a star in the bright Milky Way. No matter how bright and shining you were at the beginning, after thousands of years, you will sink into silence. The wonderful left in the past time, and slowly left to future generations may be just a name, some poems, a certain invention, a few stories. That's all.

The few words on the computer aroused Fusu's thoughts. Many stories, when they are talked, are no longer what they used to be.

"Don't look at these baseless things, I'm here, you can ask anything you want. Pulling back his thoughts, his right hand casually turned his wrist in the direction of Sanxia, and the computer floated over.

It's not that he doesn't want to mention his past life, it's just that, for thousands of years, no one has ever cared about his past. Or rather, he never gave anyone a chance to ask.

met Qiao Ziye by chance at night, and knew that both parties were not ordinary people. He didn't ask in the middle of the night, and he didn't mention it, and after a long time, he naturally understood the general.

As for Meng Yi, no one knows Fusu's past better than him; Bai and Jueling love Fusu deeply, but they are not ordinary existences with each other, or they are born lonely and arrogant as phantom people, and they don't think that the past and present lives are very important;

So, no one ever asked him what kind of person he used to be.

Looking at Sang Xia's curious round autumn water eyes, waiting for her to ask. At this time, Fusu had some inexplicable expectations.

If it was someone else, he might not be able to tell the truth, but Sanxia, as long as she wanted to know, he was willing to tell her.

Just ask, I can tell you all about my battles and glory, my grief and my death.

Sang Xia blinked, showing a slight concern. I don't know what came to mind, and my cheeks were slightly red.

He muttered for a while, and then looked up at Shang Fusu's inexplicable hot gaze.

Sang Xia frowned, word by word, and asked cautiously and timidly, word by word, "You, are you married?"