Lin Wanyi, a doctoral student in the Department of History, has been studying Xiao Ji for seven years.
This emperor only left a few words in the history books: he lost his mother at the age of ten and lived in seclusion in the cold palace for seven years; he ascended the throne at the age of seventeen and implemented reforms, reviving a weak dynasty in just seven years; at the age of twenty-four, when he was in his prime, he suddenly passed the throne to his nephew, and his fate was unknown ever since.
No one knows how he survived in the cold palace. No one knows where his timeless reforms came from. No one knows who the "mysterious man" who is always by his side is.
Lin Wanyi was the only one who persisted. For seven years, she read all the historical materials she could find thousands of times, just to write a biography of this emperor forgotten by history.
Until late one night, the instructor sent a link——
"There is a studio called 'Zanjuan' that has made a game based on Xiao Ji. Go and play it."
The game is called "Meet You".
Lin Wanyi clicked in and found herself standing outside a dilapidated palace. The window paper was torn, the wind and snow poured in, and there was a skinny child curled up on the couch.
A line of text pops up on the screen:
[Leng Gong·Winter of the Thirteenth Year of Yongning]
[Target Person: Xiao Ji (10 years old)]
[Current survival rate: 0.7%]
Lin Wanyi looked at the child for a long time.
Then she charged 600 yuan and bought a steamed bun.
She didn't know that after this night, she would stay with him for seven years.
From the cold palace to the court, from a boy to an emperor. She taught him how to read and accompanied him through every critical moment of life and death. She watched him grow taller and taller, becoming the emperor who left a legend in the history books.
She thought she was just a player.
Until the day she passed the level, Xiao Ji on the screen suddenly looked at her, her eyes piercing through seven years:
"Sir, can I come find you?"
Lin Wanyi's hand shook and she unplugged the power supply.
That night, someone knocked on her dormitory door.
The man outside the door was wearing an inappropriate black dragon robe, and his eyes were filled with madness that has never been recorded in history books:
"Teacher, I won't let you go this time."
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