The auspicious day for Concubine Rui and Shang Qingjun to enter the palace has finally arrived. The palace and the palace have been busy for the past few days, and compared with this major event, the "news" that the upper doctor Fei Zhong was demoted to the lower doctor and Fei Lian's son Evil Lai was promoted to the commander of the forbidden army is insignificant.

If the Son of Heaven accepts an ordinary concubine, there is no need to be so careful, give a title, and announce it to the world, this Rui Concubine Niangniang is the only daughter of the prime minister of the three dynasties, and her identity is not trivial, and she is not allowed to be sloppy, and it is a cumbersome etiquette, so there is no need to repeat it.

That night, in the Qingliu Palace.

The wheezing voices of men and women gradually subsided, and a long-lasting battle of passions finally ended.

"Hehe, the prime minister's daughter really has a different taste! Don't you still want to escape the marriage by faking your death? I didn't expect that you still couldn't escape the clutches of the widow!" someone let out an extremely ambiguous laugh while hugging the snow-white delicate body.

Shang Qingjun's cheeks were full of post-orgasm pink, and he was even more shy when he heard the words, although his body was already weak and couldn't lift his strength, he still struggled to pinch Zhang Zixing's waist: "You scoundrel gentleman, you are still so lazy on your wedding night! If it weren't for your clever words and tricking your heart, how would people have ended up in such a field? You can hide from me so hard!"

"I'm sorry, it's really my fault in this matter," Zhang Zixing put away his playful attitude and sighed: "I am the Son of Heaven, and you are also the daughter of the Prime Minister. Even if your father has the heart to let you choose a son-in-law, if you really encounter interests, life and death, you still can't die well. Just like entering the palace this time, if you and I don't know each other, I will forcibly call you as a concubine by the order of the Son of Heaven, how should you choose?"

Shang Qingjun secretly thought: If this is the case, although she has a heart, if she wants her to let her parents and family suffer for personal love, she can't do it anyway, and the final outcome is probably still to sacrifice personal happiness and enter the palace as a concubine.

"I fell in love with you in Buyi, and I didn't know each other's identities at that time, I was not the Son of Heaven, but Mr. Zixing, and you were not the daughter of the prime minister, but Miss Qing'er...... Now it seems that this relationship is so precious, it will become our best memory," Zhang Zixing hugged her tightly: "After all, we are destined, although in the end I am still the Son of Heaven, and you still become a concubine, but this is also a happy marriage." In front of people, you are the widow's concubine, and if there are no outsiders around, you will always be Mr. Zixing's youth. ”

Shang Qingjun had a clip in his mind of the two of them getting acquainted, knowing each other, and finally falling in love, and a happy smile couldn't help but welling up on his face, leaning towards his arms, and said emotionally: "Sir...... Qing'er is really happy, we can finally stay in Sauvignon Blanc and never be separated. ”

Zhang Zixing's expression was in a trance, as if he had returned to the most memorable day of the twenty-fourth century, the same wonderful night, the same beautiful woman, the same attachment to his arms, the same vow of "never separation......

Can you really forget her?

It's like the promise given to Tsukihime: don't think about it, forget it.

"Husband, what's wrong with you?" the exclamation of the woman in her arms woke Zhang Zixing up from her memories, only to find that she had burst into tears.

How many years, how many years have not shed tears like this. Perhaps, men should shed blood, not tears. It's just that when some things come, they are not transferred by will. And there are times when tears are hotter than blood.

In the face of pressure and difficulties, he became more and more courageous and never gave up, and in the face of danger, he was calm and unflinching, but he was always a human being, a human being with normal emotions, not a god. In particular, he has too many secrets, but he can't confide in anyone, and the longer he passes, the more depressed and depressed he becomes. He also has moments when he is weak and tired, and he also has moments when he can't hide his emotions.

Shang Qingjun was surprised and gently wiped away his tears with his hand, looking at his sad eyes, his heart suddenly felt an inexplicable pain.

Zhang Zixing didn't hide his emotions, let Shang Qingjun wipe away the tears on his face, felt the tenderness from her trembling fingertips, and said lightly: "Qingjun, don't you feel disappointed?

"This is a true temperament, how can it be regarded as weakness? Although Fujun is the Son of Heaven, he is also a person, not the ruthless and desireless grass, trees, bamboos and stones, Qingjun can feel the strong sadness and depression in Daofujun's heart," Shang Qingjun gently pressed his face to his chest, felt his heartbeat, and said softly: "I remember that when Fujun taught Qingjun arithmetic, happiness is multiplication, the more people who share, the happier they are; I wonder if my husband is willing to let Qingjun share this pain?"

Zhang Zixing kissed her hair lightly, only to feel that her mood was much calmer: "Qingjun, do you remember those two poems I chanted in Jinghu that time?"

Shang Qingjun showed a look of intoxication, and recalled and whispered: "The autumn wind rises and the white clouds fly, and the grass and trees are yellow and the geese return to the south. Lan has Xiuxi, chrysanthemum has Fang, and Huai Jiaren can't forget. ”

"That **** once told you that I once had a lover who died of injury for some reason, so I was disheartened, and then I had to get married on the orders of my parents, and I wandered all day long. I didn't wake up until five years ago......" Zhang Zixing shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Actually, this is not true!"

Looking at Shang Qingjun's stunned eyes, Zhang Zixing sighed: "Have you heard of the strange illness when I was the king of Shou?"

Shang Qingjun is the daughter of the prime minister, of course she has heard about this incident, and asked hesitantly: "Is there anything strange about the illness that my husband suffered from back then?"

If it weren't for many scruples, Zhang Zixing would really have the urge to tell all the truth to this confidant and lover. In the end, he chose to change his perspective and confide in another way: "This disease is indeed strange, to be precise, it is not a disease, but a dream!"

Zhang Zixing told Shang Qingjun that since he was a child, as long as he fell asleep, he would have the same strange dream. This dream has always been with him and has never been able to change. In the dream, he lived in another strange world, a world with many strange things, completely different from this world. There is not even a Son of Heaven, there are no princes, people live in freedom and democracy, of course, it is only a limited freedom and democracy, the ruling class still exists, the gap between the rich and the poor is still obvious, but it is just a different face.

In order to make Shang Qingjun better understood, Zhang Zixing described his profession in that world as a star official who studied the principles of heaven and earth, and by chance, he met a beautiful woman Yuxian, and the two fell in love with each other, and finally combined with great affection. It's a pity that the sky doesn't follow people's wishes, Yuxian suddenly encountered a strange accident while studying a magic weapon, and unfortunately died, Zhang Zixing also fell into a drunken dream and death, and the life of rotting with the grass and trees, until the strange dream five years ago was completely awake.

After waking up from the dream, he was almost reincarnated as a human being, and he didn't even remember many of his "real" things in this world, but in the end he cheered up, and with his superhuman strength and extraordinary wisdom, he won the favor of the first emperor, and was named the crown prince until he ascended the throne as emperor.

"Qingjun, you understand now, why do I have so much knowledge that I have never seen before, in fact, I learned it in another world," Zhang Zixing said, his eyes became foggy, "The love in that dream, both illusory and real, is still unforgettable, every time I recall, there is a sharp pain in my heart, I still don't understand, is it a dream on the other side, or is this a dream?"

If the front is just a more subtle outpouring, the last sentence is the truest feeling in his heart.

In the blink of an eye, it has been more than five years since he was reborn, Zhang Zixing has gradually become accustomed to the life of this world, and he is also accustomed to the identity of the supreme in the world, and the gentleness of his wives has allowed him to find the precious feeling of "home" that he once lost here, and he can't help but have a sense of true belonging to this world.

Sometimes he wonders if he belonged to this world in the first place, or was the twenty-fourth century a dream?

"It's the first time Qingjun has heard such a mysterious thing," Shang Qingjun listened attentively, "If I am the sister of the rain fairy, I know that my husband is still so engraved in my heart after waking up from my dream, even if heaven and man are separated, I have no regrets, everything is based on my husband's own heart, which is true and which is fantastic, why care?"

Zhang Zixing held Shang Qingjun's hand and said with emotion: "Although the husband lost his confidant and lover in that world, fortunately he met Qingjun here, which can be said to be lost and recovered, which is really the luck of the husband's life! Qingjun rest assured, the deceased is gone, and the husband will cherish the person in front of him even more." ”

Shang Qingjun was moved to tears when he heard him confess so sincerely.

"It's the first time that my husband has told someone about this," Zhang Zixing had already recovered from his uncontrollable emotions, feeling that the depression in his heart had been swept away, "Qingjun must help his husband keep it secret, this is a secret that only belongs to you and me." ”

It is necessary to vent emotions occasionally, but men can't just shed tears, that's called weakness, more often, what is needed is blood and fighting spirit.

When Shang Qingjun heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"For example, although it is calm today, it is a torrent and an undercurrent, and chaos is imminent," Zhang Zixing sighed: "Do you remember the promise that your husband once gave you - a woman is talented and virtuous." Although you are a woman, you are wise and talented, and even a man is far inferior to you. My husband doesn't want you to be intellectually empty, and wants to pass on everything you have learned in your dreams to you, and become your husband's help in the future, what do you think?"

A good horse also needs Bole, what are talented people most afraid of? If she marries another person, she can only be reduced to a man's accessory or a tool for venting and procreation in this life, but fortunately, she met him.

"A woman is talented and ......virtuous," Shang Qingjun muttered, his eyes gradually moistened, "Qing'er is worried that she can't share her worries for her husband, and she will ask her for advice in the future......"

Zhang Zixing listened to her title like that, and knew that she recalled the intimate scene when the two met, and she was emotional, and kissed her on the face: "Qing'er baby, you can't repay it anyway, just use your body to repay it......"

"Wait, I still want to know what Chanyu ...... with you" Before the words were finished, Sakura's lips had been blocked by someone with a ghost in his heart, and he didn't give her a chance to interrogate at all. Then there was a love affair.

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PS: This chapter is the most real feeling in Zhang Zixing's heart since he crossed over, whether it is the king of the Emperor or Zhang Zixing, no matter how he cultivates, he is the identity of a "human", and ordinary human beings, he will also encounter failures and troughs, but this "person" will eventually overcome all difficulties and defeat those "gods" who are high up and think they can manipulate human beings.

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