When the alarm clock rang, Murong Jing was dreaming that he was standing on the top of the Hall of Supreme Harmony in the Forbidden City, with a crowd of people kneeling underneath, all calling him "Long live". He was so beautiful in his heart that he was about to say, "All your lords are equal," but "ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.
"Fuck!" Murong Jing touched the phone in a daze, squinted and saw - eight forty-five.
There was a buzz in his head, and he jumped up from the bed.
