The zombie, who had looked lively and like an old naughty boy just now, now had a deathly pale face and dull eyes. His pale and twisted face vaguely showed the vicissitudes of life of the lone old minister in the history of humiliation a hundred years ago.
Wei Hongguang said in a mournful voice, "Your Majesty, I, this old minister, have let the Qing Dynasty down!"
Shi Ling said coldly, "Sir, times have changed. The Qing Dynasty has been gone for over a hundred years."
Wei Hongguang's voice choked.
"Fuck, you are actually Wei Hongguang, the last famous minister of the restoration period?!" Ying Ci exclaimed. The fear in his eyes when he looked at Wei Hongguang gradually faded, and was replaced by enthusiasm, as if he had seen an SSCI paper.
"Boss, let me interview you. There has always been controversy about you in the historical community. Some people think that you are a traitor who sold out your country for personal gain, while others think that you are a hero who serves your country and your people. What were you thinking when you signed those unequal treaties?" Ying Ci decided to record a video directly.
Wei Hongguang was slightly startled, "Hero?"
He smiled bitterly, "Some people still think I'm a hero."
"Although your life was quite controversial, you made many contributions to the dying dynasty. You launched a reform movement in an attempt to end the history of humiliation. You also negotiated with the great powers in a difficult diplomatic environment and worked hard to maintain the dignity of the dynasty. Without you, the Qing Dynasty would have accelerated its demise and been divided. How can you not be considered a hero?" The history student responded.
Wei Hongguang laughed heartily, tears streaming down his face. "When I was dying, I was cursed by many. Some said I died a good death, while others wanted me to die a miserable death. They all said I had lost my integrity and would be infamous for eternity. I never imagined that a hundred years later, history books would praise me so highly. I have no regrets in my death! I have no regrets in my death!"
In the hearty, loud and slightly sad laughter, it seems that one can vaguely see the old man in his seventies who talked with the powerful countries at the same table a hundred years ago with his back straight, upholding a decadent and declining dynasty.
Shi Ling looked at him. For some reason, her mind suddenly flashed back to the scene where he was singing his hometown song "Jasmine Flower" alone under the Yellow Dragon Flag when he was mocked for not having a national anthem for being a great Eastern country. The old man's off-tune singing was like a magical sound in her ears.
Such a familiar scene.
I probably heard the teacher talk about it while I was sleeping in history class.
Shi Ling pushed Wei Hongguang back into the coffin and said, "Since you have no regrets, I will close the coffin."
Wei Hongguang's expression of crying and laughing froze in an instant.
"etc!"
Just as Shi Ling was about to close the coffin, he slid the lid down, revealing his head.
He stared at Shi Ling thoughtfully, "I think you look familiar."
"Sir, times have changed. This kind of pick-up method is no longer popular." Shi Ling continued to push the coffin lid.
Wei Hongguang held the coffin lid tightly, refusing to let it be closed.
He kept staring at Shi Ling's face. The more he looked, the more familiar it seemed to him. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember anything about this face.
Wei Hongguang felt as if the passage of time had washed away some important memories of his. He stared at Shi Ling with reluctance and asked, "Who were your ancestors?"
Shi Ling didn't know why, but she became furious when she saw him: "It's your father!"
Ying Ci had great respect for the controversial Wei Hongguang. He turned around and glared at Shi Ling, "How dare you talk to an elder like that!"
Shi Ling: "How do you talk to your savior? He even bit you."
Ying Ci finally came back to his senses from his excitement. His eyes fell on the deep tooth marks on his hand that were still bleeding, and a look of nervousness and fear gradually appeared on his face.
His gaze towards Shi Ling also changed: "Sister, I was wrong. You are so powerful and can even fight zombies. You must be an exorcist, right?"
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