Hearing his words, Shen Xichen's eyes lit up suddenly.

The people of the world don't need Shen Shoufu anymore.

After he got off the boat, his steps were brisk, and when he arrived at the Shen Mansion, it was already twilight.

Shen Xichen took a box on the bookshelf in the study after dinner and opened it gently.

The box contained several pieces of paper and a jade pendant.

The jade pendant was carved with a strange little figure.

Shen Xichen smiled and took the jade pendant in his hand.

On the fifth watch, he came to the door of his room, and still stood for a long time before pushing the door open.

Although the door was empty, Shen Xichen was not as lost as usual.

He walked briskly to the bed and lay down.

After so many years of dreamless nights, tonight there are finally a variety of images in my mind.

The spring breeze horseshoe of the previous life and the flowers of Chang'an in this life are all inconsequential backgrounds.

No matter what the scene in the dream, there is a person.

When she smiled brightly, when she looked at him aggrievedly, when she was sweet and coquettish with him......

Time has not erased her shadow, but has become clearer.

Until the end of the image, she is lying in his arms covered in blood.

"Brother...... Do you like me or not......"

She asked.

Shen Xichen, who never dared to say a word of "like" in his life, lowered his head and kissed her, full of love with nowhere to hide.

In the dream, he whispered softly in her ear, "I like it." ”

A tear slipped from the corner of the eye of the man lying on the bed, but there was a peaceful smile on his face.

He Shen Xichen has been for the country and the people all his life, and for the common people and the world, if the only thing he has a guilty conscience is that he has never been for her.

He is worthy of the world, and he is sorry for her.

The spring breeze passes through the lights of thousands of homes, the world is clear, and every household laughs and laughs, sharing a peaceful and prosperous era.

The flowers in the flower garden outside the window are blooming, and it is another season of flowers.

A grave was erected on the outskirts of the city, but people in the nearby countryside were illiterate and never knew who it was.

It wasn't until later that a teacher came, and when he arrived at the grave, his face changed greatly, and he bowed respectfully and solemnly.

Without him, the person on the monument is Shen Shoufu, who saved all the people from fire and water, and is also a model for scholars in the world.

It's just that for some reason, the monument of Shen Shoufu, who is admired by thousands of people, stands here.

A child asked, "Teacher, what is written on this tablet?" ”

Mr. Teach smiled and taught him to read word by word.

"Shen Xichen."

"Shen Qiujin."

After returning to the system world, Ye Chuijin stretched out his arms and legs, his face was plain, and he couldn't see the slightest grief.

The system knew that it was dreaming, but it couldn't help but ask: [The host doesn't have anything to say?] 】

For example, my heart hurts, I feel sorry for Shen Xichen or something?

Ye Chuijin was stunned for a moment: [No...... Hey, yes! 】

She rubbed her hands excitedly: [I hope that I can look better in the next world than this world! 】

System: [......]

said that Ye Chuijin was also picky: [Seriously, although it looks good in the last world, it is not my style. What is my style? 】

Ye Chuijin clapped his hands and emphasized: [You don't need other messy things, you can conquer the world with just beauty! ] 】

She was impassioned, and her face was full of fearlessness.

The system had a headache, and quickly scanned it: [Detecting a traversable world, do you want to traverse? 】

Ye Chuijin waved his hand heroically: [Wear! 】