The Tang Dynasty Book states: In the third year of Yonghui, the sky over the imperial palace was covered with dark clouds, thunder and lightning interlaced, and it was like a storm and heavy rain. Eighty-one thunders shook the sky and the earth, and forty-nine lightnings were sonorous and bright, like a golden dragon dancing and roaring over the sky of Chang'an City. The first cry in the palace was heard, the dark clouds dispersed, the thunder stopped, and the golden dragon circled the palace three times and disappeared into the sky that had just cleared after the rain.
The six senses of a newborn baby seem to be cultivated in a warm ocean. The memories of past lives, present lives, and nine lifetimes slowly flow into his mind under the irrigation of breast milk.
"It's the prince! His Majesty is in the front hall, go and report it quickly." The woman gasped weakly, her joyful and happy face covered with sweat, and the palace maid beside her was wiping it off carefully.
"Oh my god... why is my mind so confused!" While sucking the sweet milk, he accepted the memories slowly flooding into his mind.
His baby-like body was obviously unable to bear the huge amount of memories of his previous nine lives. After a short while, he fell asleep in the woman's arms.
Just as he fell asleep, a young man in a dragon robe walked quickly to the bed under the guidance of a palace maid. He grabbed the woman's hand and said in surprise and excitement, "Thank you for your hard work in giving birth to a prince for me."
The woman's face, filled with happiness, showed deep fatigue. She grabbed the man's hand with her backhand, smiled and shook her head, looked at the man quietly, and gently stroked the baby who was sleeping with breast milk with her fingers.
When he woke up again, he was startled by his own crying. He wanted to scream, but he didn't mean to cry. The loud cry startled the woman and the palace maid. The woman hurriedly picked him up, held him in her arms, and coaxed him softly in a low voice, while lifting up her clothes. Before the woman could move, the baby automatically stretched out his mouth and held tightly, and began to suck hard.
"Little guy, you are such a greedy cat. As soon as you wake up you know you want to eat." The woman lowered her head happily, looked at the black and lively little eyes rolling around, and said lovingly.
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The palace maid accompanying the woman also had a delighted look on her face as she watched the little one enjoying the sweet breast milk with relish.
"Is it reincarnation? Or rebirth as a human? How is this possible! I have been reincarnated nine times! This is my tenth life? What a joke this is...!"
Memories slowly flowed into the baby's mind like sea water, and the baby fell asleep again with sweet milk in his mouth.
The memory of nine reincarnations and nine lives, each time adding a little bit, seemed to consume his weak physical strength, and breast milk became the best tonic. As time went by, more and more memories poured in as his body grew.
Nine reincarnations and ten lives! He was reincarnated into the tenth life! But what shocked him was that he was still living in the 21st century in his previous life. This time, fate seemed to have played a big joke on him. Instead of continuing to reincarnate forward in time, he seemed to have reincarnated into the royal family of some era!
Lying on the soft couch, his little body with tiny hands and feet was held in the arms of a palace maid, who was gently coaxing him to sleep.
He lay quietly in the arms of the palace maid, trying hard to sort out the memories of ten lives in his mind. There had never been any overlap in the memories of the previous nine lives, and he had never carried the memories of the previous life with him in each reincarnation. Therefore, in each previous reincarnation, he did not remember that he had been reincarnated before.
But the crazy thing is that in this life, fate and reincarnation joined forces to play tricks on him. Not only did it make him go through the nine reincarnations and ten lifespans that only an emperor should have, but it also took away all his memories of his previous nine lives.
Nine reincarnations and ten lives, and with all the memories of the previous nine lives! He closed his bright little eyes painfully in the arms of the palace maid, but his mind was filled with the scenes of his previous nine lives: he had reincarnated to follow the famous Qin general Bai Qi to fight on the battlefield, he had also been a beggar during the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty, he had also been a businessman and opened a bank during the Qing Dynasty. He had even been a sailor in the 20th century, traveling around the world on cargo ships.
During the Northern and Southern Song Dynasties, he was a thief on the Qinhuai River and a housekeeper in a wealthy family.
In another life, he worked as a private school teacher for half his life and eventually died of tuberculosis.
But the life that made him most satisfied and proud was the life he lived as an ordinary person, which was also the longest. He lived in a remote small mountain village with four generations living under the same roof, enjoying family happiness, and he lived to be 120 years old!
His most recent reincarnation was in the 21st century, but this time he died in an accident, which was also the most frustrating life for him.
In that life, he actually experienced the same fate as an entertainment star nicknamed Bao Bao by the public. His wife and her friend betrayed him, and the two eloped overseas with all the property they had worked hard for many years, leaving behind an empty shell company.
After another three years of overcoming the difficulties and paying off all the wages owed to employees and the money borrowed for the second business, he was finally ready to take on the second challenge in his life, but he encountered a mudslide while driving in the mountains and died.
In each life, I have different experiences, in each life I have a new surname and name, in each life I have tasted the joys and sorrows of life, and in each life I have experienced the warmth and coldness of others.
In this life, his status suddenly became high and noble. He was a prince! With this background! He could live comfortably all his life without struggling. He was born with the self-attribute of wealth and splendor. Who would still struggle? Not everyone could enjoy lying comfortably on the towering breasts of palace maids!
If he was not a reincarnated person, if he did not have a different surname and name in each life, if his family had an ancestral tomb, it would have been filled with smoke for several days before he could have the blessing of becoming a prince in this life.
Lying on the maid's soft and firm body, he closed his eyes and thought about how to spend this life happily. He no longer had to calculate money! He no longer had to look at the price when buying clothes! He no longer had to look at the numbers on the menu when going to a restaurant! In a word, he was finally reincarnated into such a noble life. If he didn't spend money like water and wine, he would be unworthy of being a prince!
Yes, there must be other princes. As a descendant of the royal family, he must have many half-brothers and sisters. With our ability to talk to people and fool ghosts in the 21st century, can't we protect ourselves?
As long as we don't compete with them for interests, whoever wants to be the crown prince can be it, whoever wants to inherit the throne can inherit it, it has nothing to do with me anyway. I am here to enjoy myself in this life. You guys can kill each other as much as you want, but I am here to enjoy myself in this life anyway.
Thinking of this, the baby kicked his legs excitedly, and his two little hands excitedly grabbed the palace maid's hair, pulling it hard a few times involuntarily. But there was nothing he could do, as he was too young and his body was not under self-control.
The maid's hair felt painful, and she cried softly, then she gently grabbed the baby's hand and freed her hair. She looked at him lovingly with her pretty face and said in a tender voice, "Li Hong's little hands are really strong. He will definitely be a powerful prince when he grows up."
"Li Hong? My name is Li Hong? Li family's empire? In the 5,000 years of Chinese history, how many dynasties were named after the Li family?" Li Hong's brain was a little blank.
If you were born in the Tang Dynasty, this... this is not a good phenomenon. It seems that few princes in the Tang Dynasty had a good ending. They lived to death... No, not many of them lived to old age in peace.
Moreover, there was a female Tyrannosaurus Rex in the Tang Dynasty, the Empress Wu Zetian. If I were born in the same era as her, wouldn't I... not live to old age? Who knows, I might be killed at a young age.
This... How come wealth and glory are so far away from me? Li Hong put his little hand in his mouth and chewed it. The palace maid took the trouble to take it out for him at the first time. After repeating this several times, Li Hong fell into a deep sleep again.
A newborn baby doesn't know how precious time is, and doesn't know that being a royal child is actually the greatest misfortune in life. After fate and reincarnation reincarnate you, they always give you a heavy blow that you are not prepared for. So when you grow up, you always sigh that fate is really fucking unfair! It's really fucking playing tricks on you!
As for Li Hong, he doesn't need to wait until he grows up to curse fate. He wants to curse it now, but he can only cry and cannot speak, so he is crying and cursing fate.
After nine reincarnations and ten lives, he was reborn into the royal family. Fate blessed him with a noble status in the royal family, where he did not have to worry about three meals a day, did not have to worry about leaks in the house, and enjoyed a good life.
But fate was also fair, giving him a cruel and ruthless living environment that he couldn't bear to look at and couldn't face! That was the pitfall reality he had to face: his father was Li Zhi and his mother was Wu Mei.
His name was Li Hong, the fifth son of Li Zhi and the eldest son of Wu Mei. He served as the crown prince for 19 years and died at the age of 23. He was posthumously named emperor; his posthumous title was: Xiaojing.
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