Song of Everlasting Regret

The follow-up to "Song of Everlasting Sorrow", "Strategy of the Imperial Master", is being serialized. Welcome to continue watching and collecting. Copywriting of this article: ——On July 25th in the third year of Yuanzhen in the Northern Yan Dynasty, the last emperor Yan Wenchun was located in Chu Yunxuan, the king of Qingzhou, and burned the palace. The fire did not go out for seven days. History records that he was "beautiful in appearance and cunning in nature", but few people knew that this body contained a wandering soul from the New Era. When Su Yu opened her eyes in the blood, the wind shook outside the palace door, and the golden bell on the eaves of the bronze bird platform shattered to the ground. In the eunuch's sharp "protecting" voice, he suddenly remembered the record in "The Legacy of Beiyan": "On July 24, the rebel army broke into the palace and the emperor was hanged in Wutong Garden." The flow of destiny is so hasty. When he took off his black twelve-chapter-patterned crown and lurked in the market under the name Su Shisan, he would always see black smoke rising in the direction of the royal city in the dusk. Until that frosty, moonlit cold night, he met a woman who was also trapped in the folds of history in front of a new grave—her stockings were stained with the soil of the grave, but she recognized him with the incision that he only knew in her previous life. The Zhao family's house is like a hollowed-out coffin, the creases at the corners of Mrs. Jiang's eyes are filled with calculations, and the stench of copper oozes from the fingernails of the gambler's uncle. Su Shisan was lying on the thatch pile and heard the jingling of iron horses on the eaves. In a trance, he saw the sentence in the history book, "The last emperor of Northern Yan tasted farming with the people." They used New Era accounting algorithms to run grocery stores and wrote modern marketing techniques on bamboo slips. In the dim light of the oil lamp, Zhao Anle's broken hair on the temples was always stained with ink, like a thin golden body spread on rice paper. Li Zheng's son Zhang Peng's sinister gaze was like a gangrene on the bones, but Su Shisan didn't know that behind those eyes was a certain exegesis from "The Genealogy of the Northern Yan Family". The snow in Tianshun, Western Chu, came extremely early in the third year. When the torture tools of the imperial edict shattered the phalanges, Su Shisan suddenly saw clearly the trajectory of the historian's ink pen - it turned out that all the struggles were just footnotes for the eight-character annotation "The late Northern Yan Empire destroyed the Burning Palace". The letter Zhao Anle left for him before he died was exactly the same as the one in the museum display case. In the laboratory of the New Era, Su Yu stared at the death that kept replaying on the holographic screen. The digital life form named Zhao Anle went through cycles in the quantum cloud: being matched in a secret marriage, opening a grocery store, and remaining forever in the autumn wind of four years in Xichu. When the AI ​​reminded her that the 137th simulation error rate was less than 0.01%, She finally tore up the "Beiyan History Amendment". ——Historical records: "The last emperor of the Northern Yan Dynasty, Yan Wenchun, destroyed his country and burned his palace, his eyes wept with blood." The holographic projector buzzed, and Su Yu stabbed the neural connector into her temple. This time, she wanted Shi Bi to bow down to her sincerity. The demining is as follows: ① Women wearing men involves two different civilizations. ②In the first volume, most of the scenes are about daily farming. From the second volume onwards, the male protagonist has been an oiran for a long time. ④ Little white text, poor writing style. Intention: Self-reliance and self-reliance, continuous struggle