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Chapter 1 Transmigration into Emperor

In the third year of Jingyan in the Southern Song Dynasty, Leizhou Prefecture was surrounded by the island of Benzhou.

An antique room, a bed carved with dragons and phoenixes. But at this moment, a cry like a night cry sounded, "The Emperor has passed away!"

A group of civil officials and military generals, palace maids and eunuchs were in a panic and cried in a constant state of grief.

On the dragon bed, Song Duanzong Zhao, who was only eleven years old, described his thinness, his eyes were deep and his face was blue and purple, and he had no breath.

In front of the bed, Ying Er, the most popular personal maid, knelt down tremblingly, and two lines of clear tears fell silently on her cheeks.

The young emperor is the one who really spoils her.

"hiss"

Just when Ying Er was heartbroken, Song Duanzong Zhao, who was already angry on the bed, suddenly sat up, his eyes wide open, as if he was cheating.

The eunuch Li Yuanxiu, who was crying next to him, looked like a rooster who was strangled by his neck, and his neck was stretched out. He looked at Zhao Shi who was sitting up in disbelief. His sharp voice was instantly stuck in his throat, making a giggling sound. The several imperial doctors next to him felt even more like seeing a ghost.

The crying sounds of the room stopped quietly, and an extremely strange atmosphere gradually spread.

Several timid powerful people were ready to run out.

"Fraud"

Li Yuanxiu even said a few words of fraud but failed to express the word "corpse fraud" in full.

During the Southern Song Dynasty, the theory of ghosts and gods was particularly popular.

"Is this the underworld?"

Zhao on the bed looked stiff and swept across the people in the room, his eyes full of sadness and hatred.

"It's a zombie!"

Li Yuanxiu's duck voice finally shouted out this big word. The room was full of civil and military officials, and the nobles ran out in panic, screaming endlessly.

Only Ying'er threw herself into Zhao Shi's arms and hugged him tightly, "Emperor, Your Majesty, you are not dead!"

Zhao was stunned.

emperor?

To be precise, it is not Zhao Shi, but Zhao Dongting.

Zhao Dongting looked at the extremely cute classical beauty who was crying in his arms and was covered in rain, and felt his mind full of blurryness.

Filming? The crew? What kind of drama is this?

If you swallow an overdose of sleeping pills yourself, shouldn’t you die?

But if we say this is the underworld, the soft and warm ketone body of this beauty in her arms is so real. How can a ghost have body temperature?

"Beauty"

Zhao Dongting shouted softly and asked tentatively: "Where is this? Hengdian Film and Television Base?"

Ying Er raised her head, her watery eyes were full of doubts and worries, "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you? This is your bedroom!"

As for the Hengdian Film and Television Base, she naturally couldn't understand at all.

Zhao Dongting couldn't help frowning, "Beauty, stop acting, I'll ask you where is this?"

Then he looked at the corners of the house, "Hey, where is the camera? Where is the director? He acted as a zombie, why did even the cameraman run away?"

Ying'er's eyes were filled with tears, and she knelt in front of the bed in a panic, "Your Majesty, you have not recovered from the serious illness. Could it be that you have suffered from wind evil?"

Zhao Dongting lowered his head and saw Ying Er's chest being tied up and broke free from the snow-whiteness, and was even more confused.

He finally felt something was wrong.

It is impossible to have no camera or director when filming, and he found that his voice became extremely childish.

"I"

"you"

He tried to say two more words, his eyes were full of confusion, and then he got out of bed and walked to the bronze mirror in the house, looked into the mirror, and was completely stunned.

He was originally a young man, but at this time he was in his teens and looked sick.

Have you traveled through time?

He rubbed his face hard, and felt the pain was so hot.

Look at your figure again. Even if your face can be disguised, can your figure still change?

Have I really traveled through time? Is he still the emperor?

It took Zhao Dongting a long time to come back to his senses.

He started from scratch and set a media company worth tens of millions, but in the end he was conspired to be cheated of all his money by his beloved and his good brothers. He was forced to swallow a whole bottle of sleeping pills. He was unwilling to die, but he unexpectedly traveled through time after his death.

Although this is too incredible, my face, figure, and tone have completely become children. What else is impossible?

Zhao Dongting turned around, looked at Ying Er who was worried and looked at her fearlessly, and sighed softly, "What are you calling me?"

Ying'er hesitated and replied: "I am called you, the emperor."

"What's my name?" Zhao Dongting asked again.

Ying Er buried her head on the ground and said in a crying voice: "I dare not call the emperor's name directly."

Zhao Dongting waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I'll definitely not blame you if I ask you to say it."

After saying that, he suddenly felt a headache and a thick feeling of fatigue surged on his body, "What kind of sick emperor is this?"

He hurriedly moved to the bed and lay down.

Ying'er's beautiful eyes always followed him. When she saw him lying on the bed, she hurriedly got up and helped him tuck the quilt. The five-clawed golden dragon embroidery on the quilt was exquisite and elegant, and shining.

Zhao Dongting still felt quite lucky at this time. Although he became a child and was still sick, having such a top-notch maid is considered unparalleled, right?

Looking at Ying Er's beautiful cheeks that were blowing, he coughed lightly and said, "You haven't answered my question yet!"

Ying Er frowned slightly and thought to herself, "The emperor used to call himself 'me', why has it changed to 'me' now?"

She always felt that although the appearance of the emperor in front of her had not changed, she was always a little confused. The unexplained change was at least the look was different from before.

"The emperor's name is Zhao Xing."
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