The Reborn Lao Tzu Is the Emperor

Chapter 1
In the third year of Jingyan in the Southern Song Dynasty, Quezhou Island was on the side of Leizhou Prefecture.

An antique room, a bed carved with dragons and phoenixes.But at this time, there was a cry as shrill as a night cry, "The emperor... has passed away!"

All civil servants, military generals, court ladies and eunuchs panicked for a moment, crying unceasingly.

On the dragon bed, Song Duanzong Zhao Shi, who was only 11 years old, was described as thin, with sunken eyes, a bruised complexion, and no breath.

In front of the bed, Ying Er, the most favored personal maid, knelt tremblingly, two lines of tears silently slid down her cheeks.

The young emperor is the one who really dotes on her.

"hiss……"

And when Yinger was heartbroken, Song Duanzong Zhao Shi, who had already died on the bed, sat up suddenly, his eyes widened, like a dead body.

Li Yuanxiu, the chief eunuch who was wailing next to him, looked like a cock whose neck had been strangled. He looked at Zhao Shi who was sitting up in disbelief, and his sharp voice was instantly stuck in his throat, making a gurgle sound.The few imperial physicians on the side seemed to see ghosts even more.

The cries all over the room fell silent, and an extremely strange atmosphere gradually spread.

A few cowardly dignitaries are already running out.

"Cheat...cheat...cheat..."

Li Yuanxiu even said a few times of cheating, but he couldn't fully say the word "deceitful corpse".

The theory of ghosts and gods was particularly popular in the Southern Song Dynasty.

"This is... the underworld?"

Zhao Shi on the bed glanced stiffly over everyone in the room, his eyes full of sadness and hatred.

"Cheat corpse!"

Li Yuanxiu's male voice finally yelled out this disrespectful word, and all the civil and military and nobles in the room ran out in a panic, screaming incessantly.

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

Zhao was stunned.

emperor?

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

Zhao Dongting looked at the extremely delicate classical beauty in his arms crying pear blossoms and rain, and felt his head was full of muddleheadedness.

Filming?Crew?What kind of drama is this?

Shouldn't he be dead if he swallowed an overdose of sleeping pills?
You can say that this is the underworld, but the soft and warm ketone body of this beautiful woman in her arms is so real.How could a ghost have body temperature?
"Beauty……"

Zhao Dongting called out softly, and asked tentatively, "Where is this, please? 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 it at all.

Zhao Dongting couldn't help frowning, "Beauty, stop acting, let me ask you where is this place?"

Then he looked around the house, "Hey, what about the camera? Where's the director? Playing a fake corpse, why did the cameraman run away?"

Tears flowed from Yinger's eyes again, and she knelt down in front of the bed in panic, "Your Majesty, you, you have not recovered from your serious illness, could it be that you have suffered from wind evil?"

Zhao Dongting lowered his head and saw Yinger's chest was wrapped and restrained to break away a little snow-white, and he was even more dazed.

He finally felt something was wrong.

It is impossible to film without a camera and a director, and he found that his voice turned out to be extremely childish.

"I……"

"you……"

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

He was already a young man, but at this moment in the bronze mirror, he was a ten-year-old child who looked sickly.

Lao Tzu time-traveled?
He rubbed his face hard, only to feel the burning pain.

Look at your body shape again, even if your face can be changed, can your body still change?
Did I really time travel?And became the emperor?
It took Zhao Dongting a long time to come back to his senses.

I started from scratch and created a media company with a valuation of tens of millions, but in the end I was conspired by my beloved and my good brother to go bankrupt, and was forced by them to swallow a whole bottle of sleeping pills. I was unwilling to die. crossed.

Although this is unbelievable, but my face, figure, and voice have completely turned into children, what else is impossible?

Zhao Dongting turned his head, looked at Ying Er who was looking at him worriedly and timidly, and sighed softly, "You called me... what?"

Yinger hesitated and replied: "My servant, my servant called you emperor, your majesty..."

"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 by his name directly."

Zhao Dongting waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I won't blame you if I let you say it."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly felt a bit of a headache, and a deep sense of exhaustion rushed over his body, "What kind of sick emperor is this?"

He quickly moved to the bed and lay down.

Yinger's beautiful eyes followed him all the time, seeing him lying on the bed, she hurriedly got up to help him tuck the quilt.The five-clawed golden dragon embroidery on the quilt is delicate and elegant, sparkling.

At this time, Zhao Dongting still felt that he was quite lucky. Although he became a child and was still sick, having such a top-quality maid was considered a blessing, right?

Looking at Yinger's beautiful cheeks, he coughed lightly twice, and said again: "You haven't answered my question yet!"

Yinger frowned slightly, thinking to herself, "The emperor always called himself 'Zhen' before, why is it changed to 'I' now?"

She always felt that although the appearance of the emperor in front of her hadn't changed from before, there were always some inexplicable and unexplainable changes, at least the eyes were different from before.

"The emperor's name is taboo Zhao Shi."

After being stunned for two seconds, Yinger replied softly.

"Zhao?"

Zhao Dongting was not familiar with this name, and began to search for it in his head.

Fortunately, he used to be a graduate of the Department of History, and although he joined the business world after graduation, he did not forget all the things in the books.

Zhao Shi did not leave a few touches of color in the long river of ancient times. He was far less brilliant than Emperor Qin and Emperor Han. He was the eighth emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty and one of the three emperors at the end of the Song Dynasty.

"How did you cross over to this unlucky little brat?"

Zhao Dongting's surprise disappeared in an instant, and he felt a bit bitter in his heart, and then asked: "What year is it now?"

Yinger's eyes were even more puzzled, but she still answered honestly: "Back to the emperor, it is now Jingyan's three years."

"What month and what day?"

"April fifteen."

"Fuck!"

Under Yinger's extremely astonished expression, Zhao Dongting cursed angrily.

The fifteenth day of April in the third year of Jingyan, isn't it the day when Song Duanzong Zhao Shi died of illness?I actually time-traveled into a dead person.

Moreover, according to historical records, the Southern Song court was wiped out by the Yuan Dynasty within two years of Jing Yan's three years.

After crossing, still have to be killed by the Yuan army?

Countless mud horses galloped by in Zhao Dongting's mind, and asked Ying'er, "Then this... is Quzhou Island?"

Ying'er knelt on the ground and nodded lightly, "The emperor is right."

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

Zhao Dongting felt extremely bitter in his heart, and originally hoped that he could live a comfortable life for decades as an emperor, but now it seems that he has only a few days to jump his head.

Today's Southern Song Dynasty is at the end of the road.

Seeing that the emperor hadn't spoken for a long time, Yinger asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you, your majesty?"

Zhao Dongting came back to his senses, looking at Yinger's alluring face, his eyes couldn't help but brighten.

Now that Lao Tzu has already traveled over here, he can't come in vain.Even if it's enjoyable to be an emperor for 10 minutes.

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

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

Ying'er was puzzled, but still took small steps to close the door.

She is really cute.

When she came back to the bed again, Zhao Dongting patted the empty space on the bed beside him, "Lie down and serve me... I will rest."

"Yes!"

Ying'er responded softly, and slowly retreated her skirt, then lay down next to Zhao Dongting, wrapping her body in a quilt shyly.

Zhao Dongting looked at Yinger's white snow exposed from her belly pocket, and couldn't help scratching her eyebrows, "Am I going too far?"

"It doesn't matter! Anyway, I can't cross this trip in vain."

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

bumped into.

The soft touch only made Zhao Dongting feel a deep sense of guilt, but at the same time, he felt unusually exciting.

Yinger looks eighteen or nineteen years old, she is no longer a child, she is a bed warming maid, so there is nothing wrong with being like this, right?

"emperor……"

Ying'er's face was flushed, even her voice began to tremble, her long eyelashes flickered, her nervous appearance was extremely charming.

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

(End of this chapter)