Shen Jingheng suddenly discovered that he was actually the cannon fodder little emperor in a book. Not only did he serve as a backdrop for ten years, but he also gave up the throne to others when he died.
Shen Jingheng thought to himself that it was really frustrating for him to be the emperor.
His favorite cloud cake was taken away after just one bite, saying that he couldn't let others guess his preference.
He sneaked into the royal dining room in the middle of the night, only to find the regent standing there alone looking at the cloud cake in a daze.
Shen Jingheng: "This guy not only covets my throne, but also covets my pastries!"
From then on, whenever the little emperor paid more attention to the flowers in the imperial garden, the musical instruments in the orchestra, and the beauties of the capital, they would all appear in the palace of the regent.
On the city tower on the day of the decisive battle, the little emperor, holding a script in his hand, watched the regent bring a bowl of poison. He sneered and threw the bowl aside. I still don't know what kind of decoction you are selling!
Before the word "treason" could be shouted out, the regent suddenly jumped down from the tower with him in his arms.
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The little emperor woke up and found that he was back to a month ago.
The whole world was as weird as a replay, and familiar things passed before his eyes one by one.
Only this time, the regent brought Yun Pian Cake to him, picked flowers from the imperial garden for him, and played musical instruments for him himself, but the beauty from the capital was nowhere to be found.
Shen Jingheng gradually discovered that the regent's memory was coherent! And I didn't know that his memory was also coherent!
Shen Jingheng: "Oh, I will fight with you!"
One month later, on the city tower,
The little emperor glanced at the guards surrounding him and waited for the regent to bring out the poison to prove his accusation of treason.
Unexpectedly, the regent suddenly hugged him tenderly and jumped down from the city wall.
Little Emperor: Damn!
Why do you always jump off the tower with me in your arms?
Deeply rooted in love, infinite indulgence of the regent's attack
Holding a fake script, the little emperor receives
Intention: A generation of wise kings and loyal ministers and good generals will join hands to create a prosperous age, with clear seas and rivers.
