Rebirth: The little puppet emperor, tearing apart the regent with his own hands

Yuwen covered his chest and walked away in despair. Yuwenwen was the only one left in the courtyard. He sat quietly in the courtyard, stubbornly guarding a picture of white plum blossoms and a soul that would never respond.

Spring goes and autumn comes, and the year passes by in a hurry.

Yu Wenyong fell seriously ill after returning to Yu Wenwen's mansion, and he has been lingering on the bed since then. He only persisted until the end of the year, and then he died.

When he was dying, he sent someone to summon Yu Wenwen, hoping to see his uncle for the last time, but Yu Wenwen ignored him.

In fact, both of them knew that Yu Wen's body was fundamentally injured by the energy Yu Wen Zhang hit on his chest. He was lucky to survive for a year.

When Yu Wenyong saw the little eunuch he sent to deliver the message coming back alone, his expectations turned into disappointment.

He laughed miserably and said: "I thought I was different from others after all, but it turned out that I was just being sentimental. The emperor is still the same as before, always so cruel and unfeeling..."

Yu Wenyong slowly breathed his last breath with resentment and unwillingness.

.........

The funeral bells rang "dang dang", one after another, and the bells sounded far and wide, spreading throughout the capital.

Yu Wenzhang listened carefully and saw that the bell rang a total of eighteen times, which meant that the current saint was dead...

This was an expected result, and Yu Wenzhang's expression did not change much.

This was originally done by him himself. Yu Wenyong had some thoughts that he shouldn't have used, and allowing him to live for one more year was an act of mercy on his part.

Yu Wenwen gently stroked the scroll with his fingers and murmured: "Your Majesty, we have to leave here. I would like to ask Your Majesty to take a nap for the time being. When you wake up, everything will get better..."

With that said, Yu Wenzhang slowly rolled up the scroll, put it away thoughtfully, and then floated away without any nostalgia.

Time goes by and the world changes.

The Northern Zhou Dynasty fell and dynasties changed.

In a remote mountain village, in a simple book school made of wood, more than a dozen children were sitting on small benches, shaking their heads and reciting the Analects of Confucius seriously, including the naughty A Niu.

Aniu is Muramasa's son. He is handsome and very likable, but he is a bit naughty and doesn't like reading much.

A Niu, who was tired of reading at this moment, carefully looked at the teacher through the gaps in the books, trying to sneak out of the school while he was not paying attention.

As a result, I saw the old gentleman with a wrinkled face and a kind face sitting in the rocking chair at the door, squinting and basking in the sun.

On the wall behind him, there was a picture of white plum blossoms, which was framed by the old gentleman very carefully.

This old gentleman has been teaching for many years and is the only teacher in the village. A Niu always feels that he is a bit mysterious.

I heard from my fathers that they can no longer remember when this old gentleman came. It seems that he has been here since they can remember.

He is knowledgeable and gentle, and is very popular among the locals.

In the isolated mountain village, it was rare to find a scholar, so everyone sent their children here for enlightenment.

As soon as they had more children, every family in the village pooled some money together to build a book school together, and then hired this gentleman to be their teacher.

A Niu knew that this old gentleman didn't pay attention to anything on weekdays, but he only had a soft spot for that painting.

A Niu once asked why. He remembered that his husband told him that there was a beauty living in this painting...

A Niu clearly remembers that when his husband talked about this painting, his eyes were extremely gentle.

However, how could there be a beauty in the painting?

A Niu couldn't figure it out.