[The third person of the text, "I" in the copy is the heroine]
When the new dynasty was established, I ran out of oil and lamps. After passing the throne, I died of illness in the newly built Langyue Temple.
When I opened my eyes, I didn't come to the underworld.
I saw a scholar in a red official robe. He slept under an ancient scroll when he was sleepy. When he woke up, he read the history book at hand word by word, with tears streaming down his face.
What is recorded in the history book is my story, the chronicle of the founding emperor of the Zhou Dynasty.
I opened the small window and looked up. Langyue Temple was still bright, but the lacquered wood had decayed. It looked beautiful and majestic, but in fact it was crumbling.
How cruel, I have come to the end of the dynasty I built with my own hands.
I met a civil servant who worked hard to save my dynasty.
"The founding monarch*the last civil servant"
Some closed-loop literature, probably not very long
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"May snow fall on the green mountains, spring on the ancient trees, and may there be a moon tonight."
2023.11.16
Purpose: to turn the tide before it collapses and to support the building before it collapses
