What is it like to be an emperor? " Lin Zhao was typing on the keyboard with the corner of his mouth slightly raised. This topic triggered a heated discussion on the Internet: "Emperor of the Ming Dynasty? The beauty is full! "A1's reply made Lin Zhao couldn't help laughing.
"The Qing Dynasty was miserable, with ugly women in power. "Another netizen continued, "Look at Guangxu's wives, only Concubine Zhen can barely score 80 points, and the rest..." Lin Zhao couldn't help but fall into daydream. Although ancient emperors had boundless power, they also had many constraints. A picture emerged in his mind: himself in a dragon robe, surrounded by a group of strangely shaped palace maids, unable to escape even if he wanted to.
Haha, this is great, the harem has turned into a horror movie scene. Lin Zhao laughed at himself, and then felt a craving for cigarettes.
I searched my pockets all over my body, but my cigarette case was empty. Lin Zhao sighed and decided to go downstairs to buy a pack of cigarettes.
As soon as he arrived downstairs, Lin Zhao suddenly noticed a strange fire coming towards him in the sky. His pupils shrank suddenly and his mind went blank. "Could this be the legendary meteorite from outer space?" This ridiculous thought flashed through Lin Zhao's mind.
The fire was getting closer and closer, and Lin Zhao closed his eyes subconsciously. At the last moment of his life, the topic just now appeared in his mind: "What is it like to be an emperor?"
