If you travel through time or have to be killed by the Yuan army?

Zhao Dongting's heart was filled with countless grass and mud horses, and asked Ying Er, "Well, is this... Is it the Benzhou Island?"

Ying Er knelt on the ground and nodded slightly, "The Emperor said exactly."

"It's over...it's over..."

Zhao Dongting felt extremely bitter. He originally hoped that he could live a comfortable life through time traveling to become an emperor, but now it seems that he has jumped for a few days.

Today, the Southern Song Dynasty is at its end of its journey.

Seeing that the emperor had not spoken for a long time, Ying Er asked worriedly: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Dongting came back to his senses and looked at Ying Er's fascinating face, his eyes lit up.

Since I have traveled through time, I can't do it in vain. Even if I'm a ten-minute emperor, I'd be happy.

He waved his hand and said, "Go and close the door."

The eunuchs who fled out in a hurry before have not dared to come back yet.

Ying Er was puzzled, but she still took a small step to cover the door.

She is really well-behaved.

When she returned to the bed, Zhao Dongting patted the empty bed beside her and said, "Lying up, serve me...I'll rest."

"yes!"

Ying'er responded softly, slowly stepped back from the Luoshang, and lay down next to Zhao Dongting, wrapping her body with a little shyly.

Zhao Dongting looked at Ying Er and couldn't help scratching his eyebrows, "Is it a bit too much for me to do this?"

"Don't worry! I can't travel through this trip in vain anyway."

After fierce ideological struggle, his hand slowly groped between Ying Er's waist and abdomen.

Meet.

The warm and soft touch only made Zhao Dongting feel a strong sense of guilt, but at the same time, he felt extremely stimulating.

Ying Er looks like she is eighteen or nineteen years old, she is no longer a child. She is a bed-warming maid. It’s nothing wrong with her doing this, right?

"emperor……"

Ying Er's face was flushed, and even her voice began to tremble. Her long eyelashes flashed, and her nervous look was extremely charming.

Zhao Dongting remained silent and slowly groped upwards with his right hand.

Ying'er's body gradually arched, and her charming face was buried in the quilt because of her shyness.

"Your Majesty, you...you are still young..."

A gentle, muffled voice came from the quilt.

These words were like a basin of cold water pouring on Zhao Dongting's forehead.

I'm!

I am possessed by an eleven-year-old brat!

Only then did he remember this incident again.

He hurriedly retracted his hand that was terrifying on Ying'er and gently slapped himself, "Old Zhao, Lao Zhao, your mother is simply a demon of lust..."

"Ahem!"

After deliberately coughing twice, Zhao Dongting tried his best to pretend to be serious, "I, I just want to see if you have the heart to serve me. Then what, you, wait by the side first!"

When Ying'er heard this, she came out of the quilt shyly and put on her clothes, "When the emperor is older, Ying'er will serve the emperor again."

Zhao Dongting looked at her cute look that she wanted to speak but stopped, and her heart couldn't help but feel evil again.

Ying Er is so well-behaved and full of classical beauty. He has never met such a gentle woman in his previous life.

No, I can't let the Southern Song Dynasty perish like this! Zhao Dongting thought hard in his heart.

God gave him the opportunity to be reborn, and he would never be willing to be a cowardly emperor of the end of the world, and he was killed before he could even become an adult. He had traveled through time and with modern knowledge, even if he could not restore the mountains and rivers, he could not let the Southern Song Dynasty die in his own hands.

What's more, there are beautiful maids like Ying Er waiting to pick them.

As a time traveler, Zhao Dongting still has a sense of superiority.

Thinking of this, Zhao Dongting immediately said to Ying'er: "Yinger, Xuan, all the ministers will meet you."

In his previous life, he had over ten years in charge of media companies and had already made Zhao Dongting develop a decisive and decisive personality.

He felt that his death was a bit strange. In history, Zhao was only infected with wind and cold, so how could he be so easily?

Zhao Dongting wanted to ask clearly.

Ying'er nodded slightly and walked out the door.

Soon, people came in outside the door one after another. The leader was a plump beauty with a beautiful country, and she was in her mature years.

The eunuch Li Yuanxiu's unique duck voice came in, "The Empress Dowager is here."

Concubine Yang Shu and Emperor Zhao are his mother.

With Li Yuanxiu's voice, this character appeared in Zhao Dongting's mind. Unexpectedly, his biological mother was so beautiful.

He slowly sat up from the bed, rubbed his cheeks, and thought to himself: Since we have traveled through time, we must look like an emperor. We were killed by that woman in our previous life. Being the emperor this time is considered a compensation from God.

He doesn't care how history will change because of himself.

Furthermore, from the moment he possessed himself to the already dead Zhao Shi's body, history should have changed.

When Concubine Yang Shu, who was still surprised on her face, slowly walked to the bed, Zhao Dongting shouted softly, "My mother."

Concubine Yang Shu looked at her 27 or 28 years old and was extremely noble. Although she was a little tired and sad, she still looked extremely beautiful.

She looked at Zhao Dongting in surprise and asked softly: "Yes, how do you feel?"

At this time, the sayings of ghosts and gods were extremely popular. Concubine Yang Shu looked at Zhao Dongting who had been resurrected from the dead. Although she was her own parent-child, she was also a little scared.

"Thank you for your concern for the queen. The emperor just feels a little weak, but..."

Zhao Dongting said, his eyes flashed over Yang Shufei, looking at the five or six ministers and nobles behind her, but they didn't recognize her.

He did not integrate Zhao Shi's memory.

Seeing that he wanted to speak but stopped, Yang Shufei's eyebrows slightly raised, and she couldn't help but show some concern, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Dongting replied: "Mother, except for you, the child seems to be unable to remember anyone else."

"this……"

Concubine Yang was slightly stunned, with a few doubts flashing in her eyes, and then she said to her back: "Doctor An, don't you show it to the emperor quickly."

"yes."

At the end of several ministers in the house, an elderly man with a goatee standing side by side with the eunuch Li Yuanxiu hurried to the bed.

His eyebrows were slightly locked, and his face looked a little pale.

When he arrived at the bed, he trembled and stretched out his hand, "Your Majesty, Rong Weichen will take your pulse."

Zhao Dongting stretched out his left hand and felt a little strange in his heart. It was just a pulmonary rush. Why was this imperial physician afraid of doing this?

Are you afraid that you are really a zombie?

He had a kind of intuition in his darkness, and always felt that Zhao's death was not as simple as infecting the cold.

Inside the house, it was quiet for a moment.
Chapter completed!