Ye Qingqiu's kind of discomfort,

It's as if you're standing here, out of step with your surroundings and people.

I feel like an outlier.

But deep down,

That kind of clear thinking let Ye Qingqiu know that other people are outliers.

Under the whitewash of the current Qi Kingdom's superficial prosperity, those people were all immersed in it, thinking that all this was due to Han Lin's work.

That feeling of not being able to fit in with the people around you,

If you have to say it,

It's probably a stone, everyone thinks that the stone is a god, only Ye Qingqiu himself knows, it's a stone.

Ye Qingqiu looked at it calmly, sitting in front of the carriage, enjoying the Hanlin cheered and loved by the people, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart. 𝙢.𝕍𝙤𝔻𝕋🅆.𝘾𝙤𝓜

"Maybe ......"

"That's what I want."

It is supported by all the people, admired and loved by the people.

His great achievements have been engraved in the history books and will be famous in history.

If he can unify the world, he will become the first emperor to unify the world throughout the ages.

Ye Qingqiu, who was muttering to himself, involuntarily clenched his fists, and at the same time recalled Linzi City in his previous life.

It is full of devastation and ruins.

The people looked like a walking corpse with a dull numb look.

In the follow-up, although Qi slowly eased up,

But

Due to the weakness of the Qi State for many years,

Surrounded by hordes of enemies.

Ye Qingqiu had to often lead troops to the battle.

In the case of such years of war, the common people can only have enough food and clothing, and there is no comparison with the current prosperous and prosperous scene.

At that time,

Ye Qingqiu is actually supported by the people,

After all, there is a Han Lin in front of it.

It's just that years of war still make hundreds of people miserable.

At this time,

Baixin's cheers are still ringing in his ears.

But the dragon chariot that Han Lin was riding on was getting farther and farther away.

Mudi,

Ye Qingqiu laughed at himself.

Just now, she thought of something.

This year is the tenth year of Han Lin's accession to the throne.

In the year of his previous life, he led his army to break through Linzi City and beheaded Han Lin.

Ye Qingqiu looked up at the sky, fell silent affectionately, and muttered in a voice that only he could hear: "If I don't remember the time wrong...... The day when Linzi City was conquered in the previous life was today, right? ”

"In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed."

"I'm still getting nowhere."

"Even ...... Han Lin not only sat on the throne safely, but was also supported by hundreds of people. ”

"Heh~~"

He lowered his head and smiled self-deprecatingly.

The smile was full of bitterness.

At this time, with the dragon chariot that Han Lin was riding, it became farther and farther away until it disappeared from the field of vision.

The cheers of the surrounding people gradually faded.

Even the crowd was a little more relaxed than it had just been.

Ye Qingqiu raised his head and looked around.

The body stood in place.

His eyes swept over those people one by one, feeling that Ye Qingqiu, who was out of place with them, and muttered, "Could it be ...... Am I wrong? ”

"It's because I've always had a stereotype of Han Lin, so I've been looking forward to the turmoil in Qi Kingdom?"

"But the problem is that it's not a stereotype at all, it's a fact that I saw with my own eyes, and in my previous life, I witnessed with my own eyes, how Han Lin pushed himself into the abyss step by step."

"How can this be considered a stereotype?"

"And what do I see now?"

"It can't all be hallucinations, or is what I saw in my previous life hallucinations?"

Countless questions filled my mind.

Ye Qingqiu felt a splitting headache.

Even

Ye Qingqiu was a little confused, the so-called past life and present life, which one is real.

Which is the reality you experience?

If it's all true, why did things turn out completely differently?

If one of them is fake, then it can only be said that the previous life was fake.

Because right now, all this is going through.

Countless questions fill the brain,

Ye Qingqiu reopened his eyes and looked at his surroundings.

The buildings are exquisite, luxurious, the wide roads are full of people, and the sound of people talking can be heard from time to time.

The whole street highlights a bustling.

But what about past lives?

Hundreds of holes, devastation, and waste.

The shocking pictures can still clearly appear in Ye Qingqiu's mind.

Recalls the scenes I experienced in my previous life.

The grief when his father died, the resoluteness when he participated in the uprising, the high spirits when he ascended the throne and became the emperor, and the anxiety in the face of the Qin army.

And finally in the middle of the battlefield, before dying, the pain and despair.

Scene after scene, constantly flashing back in my mind.

Every picture is so real.

That kind of truth