Chapter 625 Courtyard 1
At the age of seventy-nine, Prince Rong came to the end of his life.
He held Zheng Yunxi's hand tightly, his eyes still as pure as when they first met, and said slowly:
"I understand, and you understand too, but you just don't want to, and I don't want you to stay away from me just because I said it.
We have been with each other for a lifetime and have grown old together.
I'll go first. If I knew what the hard currency in the ghost world is, I would definitely tell you in a dream. Remember to bring more and come back to find me.
At that time, I will still stick to you and eat your food so that I can live a good life with you.
You must take good care of yourself..." Before he finished speaking, Prince Rong slowly closed his eyes.
Zheng Yunxi didn't know whether to cry or laugh. It's already this time, and you still want to be naughty. I don't know if you will be so angry that you will jump up and down now if I don't say the rest of the words.
Although the two did not get married, they stayed together for their entire lives, and Zheng Yunxi was really sad for quite a while.
In the same year, Xiaotao also passed away.
After all, he was just an ordinary person. In ancient times, being able to live to this age was really a long life.
Zheng Yunxi's two friends who could talk were gone all of a sudden. He felt very weak for a long time and had no motivation to do anything.
Upon seeing this, the Marquis Xuanping's Mansion sent a few young children. The children were noisy every day, keeping Zheng Yunxi so busy that he forgot about the sadness of passing years.
When he was over ninety years old, a promising young man with great talent for cultivation emerged from the Xuanping Marquis Mansion.
At this time, Marquis Xuanping was already the great-great-grandnephew of Zheng Yunxi.
At the earnest request of the current Marquis Xuanping, Zheng Yunxi took the child with him and taught him how to practice.
However, Zheng Yunxi would never take out the treasures in the space that could cleanse the meridians and marrow and increase cultivation.
Once you have led the child into the door of cultivation, the rest depends on the child himself.
In this life, Zheng Yunxi lived a very happy life in ancient times.
Without the constraints of imperial power and with many modern items to rely on in the space, such ancient life was actually more comfortable than modern life.
The moment she closed her eyes, the Xuanping Marquis Mansion was still standing.
The royal family's adopted descendant of Prince Rong actually appeared at her funeral as Zheng Yunxi's direct descendant.
It is said that before Prince Rong died, the royal family asked him to adopt a child to inherit the family line, to see what his request was.
At that time, Prince Rong only made one request: if Zheng Yunxi had no difficulties on a normal day, he would not interfere too much; but when Zheng Yunxi passed away, his descendants must wear mourning clothes for her according to the etiquette of descendants.
This move adds some room for imagination to the story between Prince Rong and Zheng Yunxi.
There are many legends between the two people circulating among the people.
However, Zheng Yunxi had no way of knowing all this, as she had returned to the modern era and became the modern person Ning Ning.
Back to the real world, Ning Ning stretched, rolled over, climbed out of bed, walked to the window and opened the curtains.
The sky is covered with thick dark clouds. Looking at the depressing sky outside the window, I am afraid there will be a heavy rainstorm today.
Ning Ning quickly went downstairs and went straight to the supermarket to buy some mineral water and snacks.
She hadn't gone downstairs for several days, so she took this opportunity to let her neighbors see that she was still alive and well.
I symbolically picked up a few items and walked home while greeting the neighbors I knew.
Soon after I got home, I could hear raindrops hitting the glass outside the window. The rain poured down heavily.
Ning Ning stood at the window and watched the rain quietly for a while.
Then, she turned on her computer, edited the cultivation techniques she had obtained from that ancient world where spiritual energy was exhausted, and sent them to the leader.
She would let them research which of the skills she gave them was the most useful, while she would concentrate on practicing.
When she came to the new world again, Ning Ning smelled a choking smell of coal smoke before she even opened her eyes.
She couldn't help but cough twice, and opened her eyes while receiving the memories and the world's plot.
The time now is March 27, 1965.
The place where she is now is a famous check-in spot in the novel, the West Wing of the Siheyuan at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang, Beijing.
Ning Ning only felt that everything in front of her eyes was getting darker and darker.
She has been here many times during the special period and has experience.
But she didn't have much experience in dealing with such a large yard of top-notch creatures.
But since I'm here, what else can I do? I'll just treat it as an immersive TV series.
Think of yourself as a spectator watching the drama, rather than as one of the characters in the play, and the feeling will come immediately.
Get the snacks, melon seeds, and small stools ready, and wait for the show to begin.
If it really doesn't work, then make yourself the best and stand on the same track with them. Maybe you can become the best among the best.
She is currently a temporary worker in the Publicity Department of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill. Both her parents have passed away and she is the only one left at home. Her name is Lin Sui and she is nineteen years old.
Both her parents are martyrs, and this job was assigned to her by the state.
He sat up on the bed and looked around the room.
She had just moved in yesterday. In the room, there was only a narrow "bed" under her that she would fall off if she turned over. It was actually two benches supported by four pine boards with a straw mat.
There were two camphorwood boxes stacked at the head of the bed, the corners of the boxes were worn white, but the locks were polished to a shine - all the belongings of the original owner.
A set of bleached work cotton jacket was placed on the bedside, with threads showing at the cuffs and fine stitching, which showed that it was tailored by the owner.
Lin Sui lowered his head and saw a pair of yellow rubber shoes at his feet, with a hole at the toe of his left shoe.
It fits the image of the working people as simple and capable.
Lin Sui put the clothes into the camphorwood box and took out a set of lapel shirt and pants suitable for this era from his own space and put them on.
Then he left the house.
Pushing open the door, one can see the west corridor of the quadrangle courtyard. It is just dawn and the eastern sky is tinged with green.
Under the hanging flower gate, the third uncle Yan Bugui was sweeping fallen leaves with a bamboo broom. He looked up when he heard the noise, and his eyes peeked out from above his reading glasses.
"Xiao Lin, why are you up so early?"
Lin Sui took his washbasin and walked towards the tap.
"Good morning, Uncle San. The factory's bulletin board needs a new poster today, and Corey asked me to help.
I just started working and this is my first time writing a blackboard newspaper. I have to go early to avoid making mistakes."
Yan Bugui said "Oh", but without stopping the broom, he glanced at the crack of the ear room door behind her.
But she closed the door as soon as she came out of Lin Sui's room, so naturally she couldn't see anything.
When I finished washing up and walked to my room, I heard a shrill voice behind me: "Hey, isn't this Xiaolin? I heard you brought back some fine grains yesterday. Is that a benefit from the factory?"
Jia Zhang came out of the east wing carrying a chamber pot. One leg of her pajamas was higher than the other, her hair was a mess like a chicken coop, but her eyes were frighteningly bright, like a wild cat that had been hungry for three days.
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