Memories open.

In the picture, the little emperor is pale, his eyes are closed, and his breathing is weak.

Beside him, the ministers' cronies were waiting anxiously and worriedly, and the two divine doctors and Wu Xingyun who were invited from Changchun Valley gathered in front of the hospital bed to consult the little emperor.

From the increasingly ugly faces of the four of them, the surrounding ministers knew that the situation of His Majesty the Emperor was not good.

"Daoist Wuyazi, what .....is the situation of Your Majesty?"

Seeing the solemn expressions of the four people, Wang Jian took a step forward and couldn't help but ask.

"Curse!"

Wu Yazi's face was ugly, and he opened his mouth to spit out these two words.

He was really puzzled, how could His Majesty's Martial Dao Jindan realm be persecuted by a curse?

"A curse on the soul."

The face of the divine doctor from the Sun family in Changchun Valley was not much better than that of Wu Yazi, and it was not difficult to see from the expression on his face that he seemed to understand this so-called curse on the soul.

"Curse from the heavens."

After hesitating for a long time, another divine doctor who was invited from Changchun Valley finally told the truth he saw.

An emperor, who has unified the whole world and included the seven continents and four oceans above the earth into his territory, has been cursed by God.

This...... Definitely not good news.

Anger usually refers to a person who has sinned so badly that it is unforgivable.

And their Emperor His Majesty opened up the territory for the Great Song Dynasty, unified the entire earth, and promoted writing and language on a global scale.

Vigorously develop agriculture and textiles, support the emergence of heavy industry, and convene famous doctors from all over the world to study medicine, and solve many incurable diseases.

In the process of expanding the territory, a lot of killings have been caused, but since ancient times, which emperor has not been dripping with blood in his hands and millions of corpses under his feet.

Why, did their Emperor Majesty achieve such immortal feats in the whole world, but in the end he was cursed by the heavens?

Could it be that His Majesty the Emperor is too good, so good that the sky feels jealous?

A group of important ministers couldn't figure out why His Majesty the Emperor was cursed by the heavens.

It's just that I don't understand, but it doesn't affect the tacit understanding between them.

After glancing at each other, Wang Jian, Li Xun and Lu Yue nodded tacitly, and Lu Yue quietly retreated.

After getting acquainted with it, hundreds of dragon troops quietly replaced the Praetorian Guards and surrounded the entire dormitory.

This kind of news that is unfavorable to His Majesty the Emperor must not be spread.

Even if His Majesty really can't wake up again, he can't teach this news to reach the ears of the world, which will inevitably affect the succession of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Your Majesty will always be the Your Majesty who is jealous of the heavens, and the Your Majesty who has immeasurable merits for the people in the world.

As for these insiders, I'm sorry, if Your Majesty can't wake up, as Your Majesty's loyal courtiers, you can fight the world again in the fairy world!

The situation became serious before I knew it.

And in the sea of knowledge of the little emperor, it is a different scene.

"Host, you three henchmen, you really didn't make the wrong choice."

Looking at the actions of the outside world, even if the life and death of the little emperor were uncertain, the three henchmen were still loyal, and even slaughtered important ministers for the sake of his reputation, Su Luo couldn't help but sigh.

It's just that although the little emperor is moved by these three guys, he is more concerned about another thing.

"System, am I going to die?"

Su Luo: "......"

"I advised you before that."

"However, at the end of the sky, at the top of the Jade Emperor, I have already unified the entire world, why, why can't I reach the real peak?"

Even though he knew that he might die, the little emperor was still a little unwilling in his heart.

Su Luo: "......, how should I answer you?" Tell you it's because of me? Because your family system dad has almost all the existing rules in this world in your name?

Tell you that with your merits, you are fully qualified to truly ascend to the peak of the three emperors and five emperors, and even the first emperor has never ascended, but because of the existence of this system, you forcibly pretend to be targeted by the will of the world?

Su Luo was speechless.

For the second half of the little emperor's life, he only has eight words to sum up - success is also a system, and defeat is also a system.

Relying on his strength, this weak Great Song Emperor first completely grasped the imperial power, and then truly ruled the whole country.

After that, he wiped out the strong enemy and incorporated the small countries such as Liao, Xia, Tubo, and Tibet, which were eyeing the Great Song Dynasty, into his own territory.

In the end, it expanded its territory all the way, unified the entire Eurasian continent, conquered Africa, North and South America, and Oceania, and became the real co-owner of the five lakes and four seas, seven continents and four oceans.

Relying on the power of the system, the life of the little emperor can be said to have written a legend.

But it is precisely because of the system that he was exposed to the will of the world at his most glorious moment, and at the peak moment, he drew an end for himself.

"Host, do you regret it?"

After all, he is his first host, and he has been trained by himself for more than ten years, so it is naturally impossible to say that he has no feelings, or to say that he can't bear to see him die.

Hearing this, the little emperor was silent for a while.

"System, you ...... It's a person, right? ”

Without waiting for Su Luo to answer, the little emperor continued, "If, it's not this trip to worship the heavens.

What would happen to you if, one day, I had no value? Is it to leave right now? Is it to take back everything that has been given to me, or is it ..... Take my life together? ”

Su Luo: "......"

"Emperor Zhezong of the Great Song Dynasty, Zhao Xu.

Xining was born on the seventh day of December in the ninth year, the first year of Yuanyou, and ascended the throne as the emperor at the age of nine.

In the eighth year of Yuanyou, after the death of the Empress Dowager Gao, she changed her name to Shao Sheng the following year.

On January 12 of the third year of Yuan Fu, he died of illness in Bianliang, Tokyo. ”

Listening to Su Luo's answer, the little emperor was slightly stunned.

"Yuan Fu three years? Yuan Fu three years! It turns out that I have been earning for three and a half years. ”

The little emperor's voice was filled with inexplicable emotion.

"System, I ..... How can you not know that there is no love for no reason in this world, and there is no hate for no reason?

It's just that no matter what the purpose of the system is to help me, no matter what the host will do if I have no value, I have to fight.

Because, I understand myself and understand the situation of my Great Song.

Just like now, I have to fight, if I don't reach the end of the sky, if I can't control my destiny, if I don't have any value anymore—I don't know what will happen to me.

So, the system, I, never blamed you! ”

The little emperor's voice grew weaker and weaker, and his consciousness began to be unstable.

"Thank you, let me ...... In this life, he became a real emperor. ”

"Thank you, System Dad."

The voice stopped here, and in the outside world, the faces of the four divine doctors changed greatly, and the emperor on the hospital bed had stopped breathing.

A bloodshed seems to be about to be staged in the deep palace, and all of this has nothing to do with Su Luo.

"Don't blame me? Thank me? ”

"Stupid host, just at you this system father, just at you so sensible, why not help you with the system father?"

In the system space, feeling the last thought of the little emperor, Su Luo was slightly stunned, raised his head, and looked up at the sky.

"But the will of a small world really puts itself into the heavens?

Last time, I lost half a move to you, and today - the system dad will let you see what it means to win half a point! ”

Great Song Calendar:

In the first year of Xianyou, on the night of October 29, His Majesty the Emperor was in a coma for 49 days, there was a white light rushing to the sky, Xianle was in the dust, and the radius was as bright as day.

In the dormitory, in the eyes of everyone, the emperor's corpse was dismembered, and the feathers soared.

The world is shaken!

Dao Palace, Daxing!

ps: The second update, well, the so-called feather ascension, refers to the physical body damage has not become an immortal, and the soul has achieved the primordial spirit to transcend and break through the void.