Chapter 155 Extra 3
Few people in the world have experienced the feeling of bones being shattered inch by inch.
As Zhao Xinglie watched his flesh and blood turn from intact to rotten mud inch by inch, he trembled all over, spat fiercely, clenched his teeth, and large beads of sweat rolled down his face like raindrops.
In the darkness, a series of scenes flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern. He was like a spectator, forced to watch a play, which was far more exciting than watching movies in his previous life.
Seeing his younger brother inherit the throne after his death, and how he became subservient and ineffective, leading to the devastation of the country, he was so angry that he wanted to kick the good-for-nothing to death.
And then he saw that his daughter was going to go to that wretched little place called Goguryeo for a marriage alliance?
Damn it! You son of a bitch! His precious darling.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"
He suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils shrinking to a narrow slit in a daze, as if he had fallen into an abyss and taken a trip to hell.
Wait, we haven't seen the rest of his story yet, don't wake him up...
"His Majesty has finally woken up."
"His Majesty just had a nightmare and broke out in a lot of sweat."
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."
Zhao Xinglie felt pain all over his body, as if his bones were being crushed.
He was in so much pain he couldn't get up, and his mind was in turmoil, so he simply lay down.
A group of people gathered around, their heads and faces bulging, looking like a group of fathead fish.
He blinked. These people were so young? Almost six or seven years younger than the ones in his dream.
Was what happened just now a dream, or is what I'm doing now? He couldn't tell for a moment.
The story of Zhuangzi dreaming of being a butterfly actually happened to him...
After experiencing the ordeal of being reborn as the crown prince of a country the moment he opened his eyes, Zhao Xinglie was very calm. No matter what, he could accept it, but if what he just saw was really the result of his previous life, the first thing he would do was to chop up his damned younger brother!
So first, he needs to figure out whether he has actually been reborn.
What year is it this year?
"Have you forgotten that this is your fourth year on the throne?"
The chattering of the people around him was driving him crazy.
After extracting the useful information, he closed his eyes in frustration.
Surprisingly, every little detail from his dream seemed to be poured into his mind, and he could easily recall a memory.
The fourth year, the fourth year...
In his dream, in the fourth spring he launched an eastern expedition against Goguryeo, and in the autumn of that year he established Pingzhou. On the twelfth day of the twelfth lunar month, his wife suddenly died of a heart attack. He desperately hoped that the dream was all an illusion.
Zhao Xinglie sprang up instantly, ignoring the pain in his body. He threw on his clothes and boots, grabbed the bed, and ran out to look through the letters on the desk. "What month is it now?"
"It's October, Your Majesty. Today is the fifteenth of October."
Everyone was baffled; His Majesty had become so strange after waking up.
It seems much quieter now...
On October 15th, Zhao Xinglie recalled that in his dream, this was the day Yining sent her last letter home.
If a letter does arrive from home tonight, it means that everything that just happened was not a dream, but a real event, and that he has been reborn!
At the hour of Xu (7-9 PM), the sound of galloping horses could be heard outside the camp, followed by a messenger shouting, "A letter from the palace!"
A person handed in a letter sealed with sealing wax.
Zhao Xinglie breathed a sigh of relief, unsure whether it was a sense of relief or anxiety, a mix of emotions swirling within him.
Yining's heart disease is mostly triggered by overwork and palpitations.
Since God has given him a chance, he naturally wants to seize it.
A lifetime is so long, he has plenty of time to proceed step by step. The rise of the Great Zhou Dynasty is not achieved overnight. He should not be as stubborn as he was in his previous life, like a young boy.
But, were his eyes covered in shit in his past life?
They chose Xie Qingyu, that good-for-nothing brat, as their son-in-law! If that brat had any backbone, he would have rebelled against them, and they wouldn't have let their daughter go to a political marriage.
If it were him, he wouldn't care whether the Emperor or not was legitimate or not. He would just seize power and take over the country. He has no guts and no courage at all. Tsk!
I'm so angry!
And his younger brother.
Zhao Xinglie grew angrier and angrier, to the point where he was practically turning into a pufferfish.
They're all a bunch of rotten mud, and his brother is the worst of them all.
You're brainless when it comes to governing the country, but you can't even understand how to look after a child?
Why don't you just spoil the kid? If my daughter wants the stars, don't pluck the moon from her hands. You'd be secretly happy to have snatched a throne from my hands. Be nicer to his daughter, wouldn't you?
Damn it! Damn it!
Zhao Xinglie felt that he didn't have enough words to curse people. If he could live his life again, there would be so many people he wanted to curse.
Before dawn the next day, Zhao Xinglie couldn't wait to return to the capital.
He ascended the throne at the age of twenty, and now at twenty-four, he is in his prime.
Everyone knows that Emperor Huiwu had a bad temper; he was fierce and stubborn. When he got angry, he didn't use his literary skills to curse like other noblemen; instead, he would directly curse people's fathers, mothers, and ancestors.
Quite vulgar, like a roughneck from a military camp.
However, if he had just kept quiet, he would have been one of the most handsome men in Jinyang, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to fool the Empress back then.
He sat astride his horse with his back straight, broad shoulders, narrow waist, and slender figure, exuding a vibrant and heroic aura.
His eyes, in particular, were exceptionally clear and bright, captivating all who saw them, unlike someone who had spent years navigating the complexities of the palace.
Wei Li only remembered that it was an ordinary day. He ate his meal as usual, strolled in the park with his wife and children as usual, and then slept with his wife as usual. But when he opened his eyes, he found himself in this pitch-black place.
The chains on his limbs rattled as he stretched his arms and legs, only to realize with a start that he had become tiny.
The iron gate creaked open, and a man came in carrying a bowl of thin porridge, threw it in front of him, and said, "Eat up." Then he quickly closed the door and left.
He's familiar with this plot, and he's familiar with this person too.
Isn't this the place he stayed many years ago?
If nothing unexpected happens, he will be locked in a cave when he is nine or ten years old, to keep company with wild dogs.
No, that's too shameful. I can't keep waiting for my wife to save me like this.
He tugged at the chain and suddenly remembered that he looked about six or seven years old, so his father-in-law and mother-in-law were still alive and well.
His mother-in-law died of illness. He scratched his head, not knowing what to do. But in a few years, his father-in-law would die in battle against the Xianbei. He couldn't bear to watch his father-in-law die.
He didn't want Zhao Xiheng to go through such a difficult childhood again; he wanted to save at least one of them.
When Zhao Xinglie returned to the palace, his beloved daughter still recognized him.
As soon as she saw him, she rushed over with her short legs. Zhao Xinglie lifted her onto his shoulders, making her giggle.
The longevity lock hanging around Zhao Xiheng's neck jingled.
Shen Yining looked unwell. She was already in poor health, Zhao Xinglie was often away on campaigns, her daughter was young and needed a lot of care, and she was the one who had to maintain both the court and the harem. It was really difficult for her to keep going.
She had no complaints about her husband Zhao Xinglie; on the contrary, she was very supportive of him. No matter how he asked, she would reply that she was well, in good health, and that her old illness had not recurred.
Shen Yining also had high hopes and expectations for the Great Zhou Dynasty. She watched as this ordinary country gradually came to life under her husband's leadership and wanted to do something for the people.
All she could do was protect the capital for Zhao Xinglie when he was away, and she didn't want to hinder him in the slightest.
Zhao Xinglie couldn't get angry with her, nor did he have any reason or right to be angry.
He was so focused on expanding his territory that he neglected his family. Whenever Yining said something was good, he believed her. He was a qualified monarch, but not a qualified husband or father.
"Why did you come back so early this time?" Shen Yining forced a smile, trying her best to hide her weakness.
Zhao Xinglie suddenly felt at a loss. In his previous life, he had not seen Yining for many years.
His last impression of her was of him seeing his family off to war, smiling and saying she would wait for his return. Now, seeing her again, all her voices and smiles are vividly clear.
When he died on the battlefield at the age of twenty-nine, Shen Yining had already been dead for five years.
In that dark, fleeting moment, Zhao Xinglie saw his daughter at fifteen years old, who looked like Yining and had a temperament like his.
His eyes welled up with tears. He stepped forward and gently hugged her. "I missed you."
Shen Yining patted his back, her cheeks flushed, "The child is still watching, aren't you being mushy? Life is so long, do you have to rush it?"
Zhao Xinglie shook his head.
He didn't want Shen Yining's life to last only twenty-two years.
Originally, Zhao Xinglie's return was a great thing that made everyone happy.
Zhao Xinglie's only younger brother, King Zhao Xingzhen of Song, originally thought the same thing.
But he didn't expect that on the first night his brother returned, he would come into his palace with a stick, drag him out of bed, and beat him by the collar until he screamed like a banshee.
Zhao Xingzhen cried and wailed, covering his head, "Brother, elder brother, I was wrong, waaaaah! I shouldn't have shirked my duties and neglected my duties. I shouldn't have left all the duties to my sister-in-law. Brother, please forgive me!"
What evil intentions could he possibly have? He just wants to be a lazy, extravagant prince who lives a life of idleness and debauchery.
With Zhao Xinglie away on campaigns, the memorials from the court naturally had to be distributed among the regents.
But since his ministers were all outsiders, he simply handed over the administration of the court to Shen Yining and Zhao Xingzhen. However, Zhao Xingzhen was a hopeless case and could not be relied upon at all.
The more Zhao Xinglie thought about his past life, the angrier he became, and he became even more ruthless in his actions.
His good-for-nothing younger brother had a nosebleed all over the place.
In the ninth year of Emperor Huiwu's reign, Zhao Xiheng was exactly nine years old.
Wei Li had already found an opportunity to escape the den of demons. He joined the army as a child soldier when he was ten years old. Now he is eleven or twelve years old. He lied about his age and said he was thirteen. He had the opportunity to go to the front line.
There were many younger men in the army than him, most of whom worked in the kitchen or assisted military doctors.
Zhao Xinglie squatted on the high earthen slope, picked up a foxtail grass and put it in his mouth, looking at the vast land of the Xianbei across the way.
He died here in his past life.
Wei Li looked at the opposite bank of the river and made up his mind. This was the place where his father-in-law was buried in his previous life. He would not let his father-in-law die again!
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