Chapter 458 Finale and Epilogue
Luo Jiu and the other four were taken to a majestic building. He Qiong said, "This is the royal palace. The king was out on an inspection tour. When he heard the news from the flower department, he hurriedly ordered me to bring the four goddesses over. She is rushing back as fast as she can. We have been missing you so much, and you are finally back."
He Qiong became more and more excited as she spoke, and her voice trembled uncontrollably.
Luo Jiu looked at her face, "What's your last name? Who is He Ye to you?"
He Qiong's pupils trembled, "He Ye is my grandmother, how could the Goddess remember you? My grandmother often tells us young people about your story."
He Qiong took out her wallet and found a photo of Datian and the other four. "You have been my idols since I was a kid. Can you sign an autograph for me?"
As soon as the four of them nodded, the sound of pockets being turned over and zippers being untied could be heard all around them. In the blink of an eye, a dozen guards gathered around them holding items to be signed.
"Ahem," King Zhao Zhilan hurriedly reminded everyone as he entered the room, "Don't get excited. Everyone, control your emotions. Go out first. The four goddesses and I have something important to discuss."
He Qiong hurriedly led the guards to retreat. As soon as the door was closed, before the four of them could say anything, Zhao Zhilan fell to his knees, hugged Luo Jiu's legs and burst into tears.
Luo Jiu: "Don't get excited, tell us the basic situation first."
As Zhao Zhilan choked up in his narration, they learned that Zhao Zhilan was the third-generation king of the Huaxia Kingdom.
The first king, Zhao Datian, reigned for forty years and passed the throne to the second king, Zhao Chengshu. Zhao Chengshu reigned for thirty years and passed the throne to Zhao Zhilan at the beginning of the year.
Zhao Zhilan was in his twenties and had just succeeded to the position. He was under a lot of pressure. When he saw them, he cried like children with snot and tears.
Cheng Yaoyao couldn't help but interrupt her, "Zhao Chengshu is Datian's daughter? Who did she have the baby with?"
Zhao Zhilan said hurriedly, "She didn't give birth to the child. Grandma was busy with government affairs and didn't want to get married. When the ministers advised her to appoint a successor, she adopted several children from her relatives. My mother has been at the top of her class since she was young. Grandma said she looked like the Goddess of Luo River, so she appointed her as the successor."
Zhong Jialing asked, "What about you? Are you Zhao Chengshu's daughter?"
Zhao Zhilan shook his head repeatedly. "Mother did get married, but she gave birth to a son. Our leader's throne is passed down to daughters, not sons. This was the rule we set when you were here. So she searched for a successor nationwide. Twenty colleges and universities took the joint entrance examination, and I came in first, so mother passed the throne to me."
Feng Qi asked with a smile: "What about you? What are your plans?"
Zhao Zhilan smiled and said, "I feel that even if I give birth to a daughter, she may not grow up to be a smart and capable person to govern the country. So I plan to be more direct and set up a national exam first, and choose the top scorer to be my daughter, to ensure quality and quantity."
Luo Jiu smiled and nodded, "You all did a great job."
Zhao Zhilan couldn't help but choke when he heard this. "If grandma was here, she would definitely be very happy to hear you say this. Unfortunately..."
A sigh was heard in the house. Seventy years have passed and everything has changed.
Luo Jiu couldn't help but ask: "How did Datian die?"
Zhao Zhilan was stunned, "Grandma is not dead yet."
Feng Qi asked in surprise, "Then what pity are you talking about?"
Zhao Zhilan said, "It's a pity that she is not here now. She is in the old site of Chang'an, living in the house you used to live in. I haven't had time to send someone to notify her yet. Mothers of God, please wait for half a day, I will pick her up right away."
The four of them were extremely happy. Luo Jiu said anxiously, "She has waited for us all her life. Let's go find her."
Zhao Zhilan took them back to a familiar place, the old capital of Chang'an, where everything was almost the same as when they left.
When they walked into the familiar old house, everything was the same as before, except that the person they wanted to see was not in the house.
Zhao Zhilan said, "Grandma has lived here since she abdicated. She never goes far. She must be taking a walk nearby to digest her food. I'll go look for her."
The four of them stood on the slope and looked around. Feng Qi suddenly pointed at the horizontal bar not far away and said, "Look!"
Luo Jiu looked over and saw an old woman in her 90s hanging upside down on the horizontal bar. Her white hair was braided into a big braid and hung around her neck, with the end held in her teeth. Her legs were hooked on the horizontal bar, swinging like a swing.
Zhao Zhilan ran over quickly, "Grandma, please come down quickly, be careful not to fall."
"Why did you fall? I'm in good health."
Zhao Datian supported himself with his hands and came down from the horizontal bar. Just as he stood firmly, he turned around and saw four people. His legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.
Zhao Zhilan quickly supported her, "Grandma, what's wrong with you?"
Zhao Datian said with his eyes wide open: "My body is really failing, I am even having hallucinations, I saw four goddesses coming to pick me up.
Go and charge my phone and put it in the coffin where I will be buried. There are many photos of us in it. They may not recognize me, so I have to take it with me as a proof."
Luo Jiu's nose felt sore and his eyes became hot as he said, "Datian, this is not an illusion, but we are indeed here to pick you up."
Feng Qi rushed over and hugged her tightly. In the warm afternoon sunshine, the four of them walked over and they hugged each other tightly.
In the ancient land, a reunion spanning ten thousand years is taking place.
Luo Jiu said he wanted to take her away, but Datian couldn't help but worry after hearing this, "I'm too old, and the time tunnel is so long, will I die on the way?"
Luo Jiu smiled and shook his head, "No, we have a secret weapon."
In fact, Sun Wukong gave them ten ginseng fruits, but they didn't eat them all. Grandma got one, Jiang An got one, Zhong Cunzhi got one, and Luo Jiu got one each. Fu Bao didn't need to eat one, but she was greedy and ate one. Wu Zhao ate one, and there was one left, which Luo Jiu put in a jade box and stored properly in the space.
This time, they took it out and gave it as a gift for their long-awaited reunion to their like-minded comrade, sincere partner, the bravest and wisest girl in ancient times - Ms. Zhao Datian.
*
One day, Cao Cao returned from the eastern border on a four-wheeled cart loaded with items he had collected along the way.
He was reciting his own poems in a good mood when three motorcycles whizzed past him.
Wherever he went, he raised a cloud of dust. Cao Cao was so angry that he cursed and shouted, "Who is it?"
The motorcycle turned around and Cao Cao saw that on the motorcycle were Luo Jiu, Feng Qi, Zhong Jialing, Cheng Yaoyao, Fu Bao, and an old lady with white hair and a spirited look.
Luo Jiu glanced at the items in his car and asked with a smile: "Cao Mengde, did you go to pick up junk?"
Cao Cao smiled and said, "Commander Luo, this is called turning waste into treasure. I pick up all the usable things and plan to open a waste recycling station. What do you think?"
Luo Jiu thought for a moment and said, "Sure, if you like to reminisce about the past, just recycle your old things. We're leaving now."
The motorcycle sped away again, and Cao Cao hurriedly asked, "What are you going to do?"
Their answer came on the wind. They said, "Let's create a new world."
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postscript:
After eight months of serialization, this book was finally finished before the heavy snow came. Thousands of words came to my mind at once, and I didn't know which one to say first. Thank you to every reader who has been with me all the time. Writing a book is like walking at night. You are the stars in the sky, allowing me to move forward boldly under the light of the sky.
To be honest, I am not a diligent author, nor can I say that I am talented and skilled. The level I can reach is limited. It is my honor to receive so much encouragement and recognition. The only thing I am proud of is that I can honestly tell you that this is the best thing I can give now. Although it is not perfect, I tried my best.
This is the first million-dollar novel in my writing career. I love her as if she were myself. To be more precise, she is a part of me.
Some readers said that I was awakened while writing. Yes, I don't know why, but I used to feel that I couldn't say many things, and I was suppressing the pain in my heart. When I wrote this book, I unexpectedly freed myself from many questions, confusions, and anger that were suppressed in my heart, and they all came out at once.
The feeling of writing this book is like going to school. At first I was excited and curious, then I worked hard to make progress, sometimes I was happy, sometimes I was in pain, sometimes I was tired and exhausted, sometimes I was passionate, sometimes I had a mixture of laughter and tears, and in the end I was reluctant to leave but also felt liberated.
Thanks to all the readers who supported "She Carries the Sword to Protect the Mountains and Rivers" (also known as: "Rebirth of the Whole Dormitory, the First Girl Group of the Apocalypse Goes Crazy"), thanks to all the friends who encouraged me to write this book, and thanks to myself who watched the data fluctuate but still gritted my teeth and persisted until I finished writing it.
By the way, I also want to thank every character in the book. These people seem to have really existed in my life. When I wrote a certain scene or a line, I felt that these characters were right in front of me, walking around, talking, chatting, plotting earth-shaking undertakings, or just playfully studying a prank.
In order to keep the story flowing smoothly, many interesting parts are not written, such as Lin Daiyu and Jia Baoyu secretly reading foreign literature by the Qinfang Sluice Bridge, Sun Wukong helping Liangshanpo, and Lu Zhishen punishing the evil slaves in Jia's mansion... These are in my mind, and I will share them with you if I have the chance to write a sequel.
Finally, I want to say that this book is written for the ladies who are on the road of awakening like me. May we be strong, tough, and free, may we have the two best things in the world - money and power, may we have the most solid and sincere friendship in the world, and may we be able to change the world and make it better and better.
If we are walking on the same road, I believe we will meet again eventually.
Early morning of December 3, 2024
He Zhiling
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