Memories open.

In the picture, the little emperor looked pale, his eyes were closed, and he was lying on the bed with faint breathing.

Around them, the ministers and confidants were waiting aside with anxiety and concern. Two miracle doctors invited from Changchun Valley and Wuyazi Wu Xingyun gathered in front of the hospital bed to consult the little emperor.

From the increasingly ugly faces of the four people, the ministers around him knew that His Majesty's condition was not good.

"Master Wuyazi, what is your Majesty's situation..."

Seeing the solemn expressions of the four people, Commander Wang Jian took a step forward and couldn't help but ask.

"curse!"

Wuyazi looked ugly and opened his mouth and spit out these two words.

He was really puzzled. How could his Majesty’s martial arts golden elixir be cursed and persecuted?

"A curse against the soul."

The face of the miracle doctor from the Sun family in Changchun Valley is no better than that of Wuyazi. It is not difficult to see from the expression on his face that he seems to have some understanding of the so-called curse against the soul.

"The curse from heaven."

After hesitating for a long time, another miracle doctor who was invited from Changchun Valley finally told the truth he had seen.

An emperor, an emperor who unified the world and incorporated the seven continents and four oceans on the earth into his territory, was actually cursed by God.

This... is definitely not good news.

The anger of heaven and the resentment of people usually refers to a person's crimes that are extremely evil and reaching an unforgivable level.

And their emperor, His Majesty, broke up the territory for the Song Dynasty, unified the entire earth, and promoted writing and language on a global scale.

Vigorously develop farming and textiles, support the emerging heavy industry, and even convene famous doctors from all over the world to study medicine, solving many difficult and complicated diseases.

Even though it has caused a lot of killings while expanding its territory, since ancient times, no emperor has been covered with blood in his hands and millions of corpses under his feet.

Why did their Emperor make such immortal achievements in the whole world, but end up being cursed by God?

Could it be that His Majesty the Emperor is so outstanding that he makes the heaven feel jealous?

A group of important officials could not understand why His Majesty the Emperor was cursed by the heavens.

However, this does not understand it, but it does not affect their tacit understanding.

After looking at each other, Wang Jian, Li Xun and Lu Yue nodded tacitly, and Lu Yue quietly retreated out.

After getting familiar with it, hundreds of dragon troops quietly replaced the imperial guards and surrounded the entire bedroom.

Such news that is unfavorable to His Majesty the Emperor must not be spread.

Even if His Majesty really can never wake up again, and this news can not be taught to the ears of the world, it will inevitably affect His Royal Highness's succession to the throne.

Your Majesty is always the one who has been jealous of civil and military affairs, and the one who has infinite merits for the people of the world.

As for these insiders - sorry, if Your Majesty cannot wake up, as your Majesty’s loyal ministers, you can conquer the world even if Your Majesty is the immortal world!

The situation became serious unknowingly.

But in the little emperor's sea of ​​consciousness, it was another scene.

"Host, you three confidants have really made no mistakes."

Seeing the actions of the outside world, even though the little emperor's life and death were uncertain, the three confidants were still loyal and even carrying the infatuation to massacre important officials for his reputation, Su Luo couldn't help but sigh.

However, although he was moved by the important minister of these three guys, the little emperor, he was more concerned about another thing.

"System, am I going to die?"

Su Luo: "..."

"I've advised you before that."

"But, at the end of the sky, at the top of the Jade Emperor, I have unified the entire world. Why, why can't I reach the true peak?"

Even though he knew that he might be dying, the little emperor was still a little unwilling.

Su Luo: "..." How should I answer you? Tell you because of me? Because your system father has almost gotten all the existing rules in this world in your name?

I tell you that with your achievements, you are fully qualified to truly reach the peak of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, and even the First Emperor, but because of the existence of this system, you have forcibly pretended to be targeted by the will of the world?

Su Luo was speechless.

For the second half of the life of the little emperor, he only has eight words to summarize - success is systematic and failure is systematic.

Relying on his power, this weak Emperor of Song Dynasty first completely held the imperial power tightly, and then truly ruled the whole country.

Then destroy all the powerful enemies and include small countries such as Liao, Xia, Tubo, Tibet, etc. that were eyeing the Song Dynasty.

In the end, he expanded his territory all the way, unified the entire Eurasian continent, conquered Africa, North and South America, and Oceania, becoming the real co-lord of the five lakes, all seas, seven continents and four oceans.

Relying on the power of the system, the little emperor's life can be described as writing a legend.

But it is also because of the system that he was exposed to the will of the world at his most glorious moment, and at his peak, he put an end to himself.

"Host, do you regret it?"

After all, he was his first host. He had been trained for more than ten years. It is naturally impossible to say that he has no feelings or to bear to see him die.

Upon hearing this, the little emperor was silent.

"System, are you... individual?"

Before Su Luo answered, the little emperor continued, "If it wasn't for this trip to sacrifice to heaven.

What will happen to you if one day I lose any value? Should I leave here? Should I take back everything I have given me, or... to take away my life?"

Su Luo: "..."

"Emperor Zhezong of the Great Song Dynasty, Zhao Xu.

On the seventh day of the twelfth month of the ninth year of Xining, he ascended the throne as emperor at the age of nine.

In the eighth year of Yuanyou, Empress Dowager Gao took power after her death, and changed her name to Shaosheng the following year. She reduced her taxes in the people throughout her life, practiced civil affairs and valued martial arts.

On January 12, 3rd year of Yuanfu, he died of illness in Bianliang, Tokyo."

Listening to Su Luo's answer, the little emperor was slightly stunned.

"Three years of Yuanfu? Three years of Yuanfu! It turns out that I have earned three and a half years."

The little emperor's voice was filled with inexplicable emotions.

"System, I... don't you know that there is no love for no reason and no hatred for no reason in this world?

However, no matter what the system helps me, no matter what the host will do after I have no value, I have to try it out.

Because, I understand myself and the situation of my Song Dynasty.

Just as now, I have to fight. If I can't ascend to the end of heaven, if I can't control my own destiny, if I have no value anymore - I don't know what kind of ending I will have.

So, the system, I have never blamed you!"

The little emperor's voice became weaker and his consciousness began to become unstable.

"Thank you, let me... this generation becomes the real emperor."

"Thank you, System Dad."

The voice stopped here, and the four miracle doctors' expressions changed drastically, and the emperor on the hospital bed had stopped breathing.

A bloody incident seems to be about to be staged in the deep palace, and all of this has nothing to do with Su Luo.

"Don't blame me? Thank me?"

"Silly host, just say to you, System Dad, just like you, so sensible, why not help the system Dad?"

In the system space, feeling the last thought of the little emperor, Su Luo was slightly stunned, raised his head and looked up at the sky.

"But the will of a small world really treats itself as the sky?

I lost you half a move last time, today - the system dad will let you see what it means to win the world!"

The Great Song Dynasty:

On the night of the first year of Xianyou, on the night of October 29, His Majesty the Emperor was in a coma for forty days, white light soared into the sky, and the fairy music came to the dust, and the radius of thousands of miles was as bright as day.

In the bedroom and in the eyes of the emperor, the emperor's corpse was dismantled and he ascended into a feather.

The world is shocking!

Dao Palace, Daxing!
Chapter completed!