In the 25th year of Hongwu's reign in the Ming Dynasty, a time traveler named Fang Buyi used the last remaining energy in the system to save the dying Crown Prince Zhu Biao and the poisoned Queen Ma. He took the immortality pill in Liu Bowen's elixir furnace and became a living witness of history from then on - watching the Wenyuan Pavilion being burned in the Battle of Jingnan, watching the "Yongle Dadian" being divided page by page by European missionaries, watching the Qing Dynasty destroying books in the name of "Sikuquanshu", watching the fire of the Old Summer Palace and the setting sun in the Forbidden City. For more than four hundred years, he copied books, saved people, recorded, and buried the truth. Like a ghost forgotten by time, he guarded the last fire of this civilization. It wasn't until New Year's Eve in 1912 that he finally understood the purpose of the system in keeping him alive - not to change history, but to prevent history from being completely erased. On the night when the "seed" was sent back to the Ming Dynasty, the five-clawed golden dragon pattern on his sleeves was slightly hot, like a civilization using all its strength before dying and extending a hand towards him.
This chapter made my palms sweat. Fang Buyi finally put his hand on it and used more than 9% of his energy to pull Zhu Biao back from the brink of death, at the cost of almost bottoming out his own system. When I was writing that scene, I kept thinking - if we were in our shoes and knew that saving someone would cost us our "survival" capital, what would we choose? Fang Buyi's choice was actually very stupid, so stupid that he couldn't tell whether it was worth it. But he did. And Han Song finally appeared face to face. This old Taoist priest had too many secrets to uncover. In the next chapter, they will sit down and talk. It will be Fang Buyi's first real conversation with "the same kind" since he came to this era. I don't know if you feel the same way - on this long road that one walks alone, meeting another person who knows the truth is sometimes more reassuring than any golden finger.
Before writing this chapter, I was thinking about how Fang Buyi could convince a doctor from the Imperial Hospital to take the risk to help him. In the end, I chose "let him tell you the things he shouldn't know" - I didn't feel my pulse but I knew that I was restless at night and my palms were sweaty. This was more powerful than any impassioned speech. Zheng Yuanqi's reaction was very interesting. He was scared but believed it because he stayed in the East Palace every day and knew very well what those "things not written on the medical record" were. And the old Taoist priest, he was getting closer and closer in the dark. In the next chapter, Fang Buyi will step into the East Palace and meet face to face the man who has been lying in the history books for more than four hundred years. As I write this, I begin to feel nervous.
When Fang Buyi heard those market rumors in the tea shed, I remembered a sentence - the three words "April Death" in the history books meant countless days and nights of fear to the people at that time. Writing this chapter, I want readers to feel the oppressive feeling of countdown with Fang Buyi. And the old Taoist priest. Who is he? Why did his system run out of energy? This chapter leaves a button, which will be slowly untied later. What fascinates me most about writing stories that travel through history is not changing history, but how a person from the future still chooses to move forward step by step even though he "knows the ending."
The author has something to say
When reading the history of the Ming Dynasty, what I couldn't let go of the most was not the success or failure of emperors and generals, but two things - books and people. "Yongle Dadian" has more than 30,000 volumes and was compiled for five years. Less than 800 volumes have survived to this day. Zhu Biao died in the spring of the 25th year of Hongwu, Queen Ma died in the 15th year of Hongwu, and Fang Xiaoru died in the bloody fire of Jingnan. History has turned them into line-by-line records, but I always feel that they should not just be like this.
So there is Fang Buyi, an ordinary person who returned to the early Ming Dynasty from 2026, with a system that was almost out of power, and lived on an immortality pill for four hundred years. He can't save everyone, he can't change everything, he just lives, watches, and remembers. Watching the "Yongle Dadian" being dispersed, watching Sikuquanshu deleting history, watching the flames of the Old Summer Palace reflecting the red sky of Beijing. The five-clawed golden dragon pattern embroidered by Queen Ma on the cuffs has not faded for four hundred years. It is the hand that a civilization extended to the past before dying.
This novel is written about that hand. There are always some things that cannot be destroyed, even if only a dark pattern on a person's sleeve is left.
The story begins with the mass graves in the 25th year of Hongwu. After that, he has to walk a long way.
This chapter made my palms sweat. Fang Buyi finally put his hand on it and used more than 9% of his energy to pull Zhu Biao back from the brink of death, at the cost of almost bottoming out his own system. When I was writing that scene, I kept thinking - if we were in our shoes and knew that saving someone would cost us our "survival" capital, what would we choose? Fang Buyi's choice was actually very stupid, so stupid that he couldn't tell whether it was worth it. But he did. And Han Song finally appeared face to face. This old Taoist priest had too many secrets to uncover. In the next chapter, they will sit down and talk. It will be Fang Buyi's first real conversation with "the same kind" since he came to this era. I don't know if you feel the same way - on this long road that one walks alone, meeting another person who knows the truth is sometimes more reassuring than any golden finger.
Before writing this chapter, I was thinking about how Fang Buyi could convince a doctor from the Imperial Hospital to take the risk to help him. In the end, I chose "let him tell you the things he shouldn't know" - I didn't feel my pulse but I knew that I was restless at night and my palms were sweaty. This was more powerful than any impassioned speech. Zheng Yuanqi's reaction was very interesting. He was scared but believed it because he stayed in the East Palace every day and knew very well what those "things not written on the medical record" were. And the old Taoist priest, he was getting closer and closer in the dark. In the next chapter, Fang Buyi will step into the East Palace and meet face to face the man who has been lying in the history books for more than four hundred years. As I write this, I begin to feel nervous.
When Fang Buyi heard those market rumors in the tea shed, I remembered a sentence - the three words "April Death" in the history books meant countless days and nights of fear to the people at that time. Writing this chapter, I want readers to feel the oppressive feeling of countdown with Fang Buyi. And the old Taoist priest. Who is he? Why did his system run out of energy? This chapter leaves a button, which will be slowly untied later. What fascinates me most about writing stories that travel through history is not changing history, but how a person from the future still chooses to move forward step by step even though he "knows the ending."
The author has something to say When reading the history of the Ming Dynasty, what I couldn't let go of the most was not the success or failure of emperors and generals, but two things - books and people. "Yongle Dadian" has more than 30,000 volumes and was compiled for five years. Less than 800 volumes have survived to this day. Zhu Biao died in the spring of the 25th year of Hongwu, Queen Ma died in the 15th year of Hongwu, and Fang Xiaoru died in the bloody fire of Jingnan. History has turned them into line-by-line records, but I always feel that they should not just be like this. So there is Fang Buyi, an ordinary person who returned to the early Ming Dynasty from 2026, with a system that was almost out of power, and lived on an immortality pill for four hundred years. He can't save everyone, he can't change everything, he just lives, watches, and remembers. Watching the "Yongle Dadian" being dispersed, watching Sikuquanshu deleting history, watching the flames of the Old Summer Palace reflecting the red sky of Beijing. The five-clawed golden dragon pattern embroidered by Queen Ma on the cuffs has not faded for four hundred years. It is the hand that a civilization extended to the past before dying. This novel is written about that hand. There are always some things that cannot be destroyed, even if only a dark pattern on a person's sleeve is left. The story begins with the mass graves in the 25th year of Hongwu. After that, he has to walk a long way.