That day, Yu Zheng had successfully overcome the calamity and returned to the upper world, but found that he had lost a ray of his soul, and Yu Xianjun, whose head was the same as paste, was thrown down again in a daze before he could sit on the bench.
He only wrote down a few scattered sentences: "... Only to save the common people" and "Find the soul"
Save the common people... The first thing you see when you come down to earth are the people who have been displaced by the disaster.
From then on, there was a rumor among the people that there was an immortal who went against the law of heaven and came to earth, acted chivalrously and righteously, gave porridge to save the people, and never gave up even if he was punished by heaven!
That punishment would be chopped down as scheduled every month. Although his head was a blur when he first came to earth, he could feel that this punishment would split his soul, and something in his brain seemed to be disappearing little by little.
That day, someone took him to a magnificent palace. He saw a person from a distance, and his mind, which had been blurred due to his soul being shattered, sobered up for a moment.
It was as if there was a pair of invisible hands that gently smoothed his broken soul and put it back together.
The man sat on top and looked at him condescendingly.
"Yu Zheng, do you still... Remember me?"
He used that bit of lucidity to search through his memory that was shattered by lightning, but he still couldn't remember who that person was.
It's just that those peach blossom eyes are extremely familiar.
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He didn't know that man had been waiting for him for fifteen years
The king knew that Yu Zheng would definitely die as a result of heaven's punishment, so he knelt down and begged for a way to exchange his life for death.
In the last month, Yu Zheng didn't want to see him. He would stare blankly at the figures reflected in the candlelight through the window every night, stupidly waiting for Yu Zheng to think of him.
The night before he changed his life, the ruthless and decisive king carefully made a bed on the floor like a child who had done something wrong, looking at him with reluctance in his eyes.
Or the closer he got to that ray of soul, the longer Yu Zheng stayed awake. He only knew that there was a trace of his soul in that person.
When Yu Zheng woke up again, there was the jade pendant worn by the king on the table. He picked up the jade pendant and finally returned to his body. He remembered it all. But it's too late.
The fate was changed and the appearance was changed. Yu Zheng died, and the one who survived was Emperor Ling Yi.
Blah blah blah, I'm not allowed to write the following and it won't pass the review. Let's just say it briefly.
Ling Yi changed all his fate, identity, memory, and face to Yu Zheng, and then the poor Zheng worked hard to become the emperor, but could only see her husband in the mirror, crying.
One snowy night, the little poor boy seemed to see his husband coming to pick him up. Baba Baba, the little poor boy was reborn!
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