“Zhen had a dream yesterday.”
Upon hearing Emperor Yuan say this, Zong Luo felt as if his internal organs were filled with lead, his limbs frozen, and countless distracting thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.
So far, in “Would You Like to Have a Drink”, the main male supporting characters Pei Qianxue, Gongsun You, and Ye Linghan, only Gongsun You had dreamed of things from his past life, providing Zong Luo with the most information. On the contrary, Gu Ziyuan, Zong Ruichen, Zong Yuanwu, and even Zong Luo himself, who had a moderate amount of screen time and hardly appeared in the original text, had a higher probability of dreaming back to their past lives.
This was enough to show that dreaming back to one’s past life has no necessary connection with the original text. Apart from them, many ordinary people may have also had such dreams.
It was likely a probabilistic event triggered by the drawback of time reversal. After all, it was something that had really happened, not false, not fake. Dreaming in the form of a dream, many people may forget it when they wake up and would not remember it at all.
But this time, the one who had the dream was Emperor Yuan.
From ancient times to the present, when emperors dream, it was often seen as a kind of omen.
In the previous dynasty, there was an emperor who dreamed of meeting the Queen Mother of the West at night. It was said that he got the chance to become immortal in his dream. A hundred years later, auspicious clouds actually floated over his tomb, and there were celestial phenomena and brilliant golden light.
(t/n: The Queen Mother of the West is a goddess in Chinese mythology and Chinese folk beliefs, as well as a Taoist immortal. In “The Classic of Mountains and Seas”, the Queen Mother of the West is the fierce god in charge of the Heaven’s Severity (natural disasters and epidemics) and the Five Disabilities (five kinds of punishments) . Her image is human-shaped, with disheveled hair and a hoopoe (jade jewelry) on her head. , leopard tail, tiger teeth and good at roaring , this image of a human head and an animal body shows a strong totemic color).
Coincidentally, the last tyrant of the previous dynasty dreamed of the country’s destruction and the people’s livelihood when he was young. However, when he woke up, he only remembered that he had succeeded in seizing the throne in his dream, forgetting that he had become the king of a fallen country.
If Emperor Yuan were to dream, based on the experiences of others who have dreamed, he would likely dream of some past memories from his previous life, and even more likely, he would dream of the changes before his death.
With Emperor Yuan’s keenness, as long as he could realize that he was dreaming in his dream, he would probably be like Gongsun You, and could analyze a lot just through the dream.
This was the source of Zong Luo’s worry.
If Emperor Yuan’s dream was long enough, it was not impossible to speculate on his unusual actions in this life, and even glimpse the plan.
To tell a lie, you need more lies to round it out.
But he was not yet prepared for this, the preparation for the lie to be exposed.
However, Emperor Yuan was now in high spirits and had not noticed the unusual look on his prince’s face.
“After the battle of Hangu Pass last year, the sky fell with the omen of nine stars linked in a row like pearls, and all of the Great Yuan dreamed of you committing suicide under the city wall.”
He stood with his hands behind his back, and the sharp gaze behind his Mian Diao faded, as if he had fallen into a memory. “Only Zhen did not dream.”
The swaying candlelight behind the Zhang Palace elongated, casting the emperor’s reflection on the ground.
Once upon a time, Emperor Yuan, who had taken off his dragon robe and put on armor and held a sword in the battle of Hangu Pass, wished he could rush out and fight. The always straight back of Emperor Yuan seemed to have hunched a bit.
Having lived two lives, Zong Luo never knew that when he was fighting desperately at Hangu Pass, high on the golden Luan Hall, the king of a country was also prepared for the destruction of the country and the death of the king.
As Pei Qianxue said, he was the prince that Emperor Yuan valued and doted on the most.
He died on the battlefield, everyone dreamed of it, only Emperor Yuan did not dream of it.
Perhaps in the midnight dreams, the emperor would regret countless times that he did not draw his sword and rush out of the Imperial City, or perhaps he was reluctant to dream after his death, blaming himself for his prince under the Netherworld.
The emperor’s voice was low. “Last night, Zhen finally had a dream, but it was a scene of you committing suicide under the Imperial City.”
Zong Luo was startled, and his fingers under his long sleeves couldn’t help but curl up.
No one knew better than him that the big dream of last year was not about the scene of being besieged on all sides in the Hangu Pass, but the real suicide in the previous life.
What exactly did Emperor Yuan dream of? Did he see the imperial edict thrown down from the city wall? Did he detect any abnormalities, or did he infer more clues through other traces?
It’s like being held by an invisible big hand, waiting for the final judgment.
No matter what happened at the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony, he was indeed the first to deceive in this life. Even if Emperor Yuan really guessed it and was furious, Zong Luo would not have a word of complaint.
However, when it came to this, Emperor Yuan stopped talking.
The candlelight in the Zhang Palace was bright and extinguished, and the emperor wearing a black dragon robe suddenly turned his back and walked straight to the Lan Qi where the weapons were placed behind the curtain.
On the central Lan Qi, there was a treasure sword that was extremely familiar to Zong Luo.
Zhanlu.
The suicide imperial edict of the previous life was wrapped in this sword of the emperor’s benevolence and thrown down from the city wall. The emperor’s handwriting on the top was eye-catching, the jade seal was stamped very red, and a series of large cold characters were written hastily.
Until now, Zong Luo still remembered the feel of this sword in his hand, and even at the moment of seeing it, his pupils suddenly shrank, and the pain of the cold and sharp sword edge kissing his neck was still vivid.
Emperor Yuan directly picked up the Zhanlu sword.
With a “clang” sound, the treasure sword lightly rang out of its sheath, shining like a cold light in the slightly dim room.
The emperor stretched out two fingers and gently stroked the sword body: “This was when Zhen was only seventeen, the only treasure Zhen took from the Yue Country Palace after Yue Country’s great destruction.”
The weapons listed on the world’s weapon register were either treasured in the palaces of various countries, held in the hands of world-renowned chivalrous experts, or lost.
Zhanlu was once a treasure of the Yue Country, enjoying the title of the Sword of Benevolence and the Sword of Emperors, attracting many covetous eyes.
At that time, Emperor Yuan was still the prince of the Great Yuan, young and proud, and when he heard the name Sword of Emperors, he directly led troops to the Yue Country.
At that time, the Yue Country was being besieged by multiple countries, resisting stubbornly, forming a delicate balance.
In this situation, Emperor Yuan set up a formation and drove straight in, playing a cruel joke on the other teams, directly taking the sword and becoming famous in one battle.
From then on, Zhanlu became his sword. It followed him to conquer the world, seize the throne, wash the Imperial City with blood, witness countless histories, and was only put away after he ascended the throne.
