I've been in this world [Quick Transmigration]

When Zhu Bei received the news from the capital and rushed into Mr. Xie's tent excitedly, he only saw the robe.

Zhu Bei picked up the shirt, and it shattered into many pieces.

What do you mean?

In ancient times, there was Guan Ning who cut the mat, and today there is Mr. Xie who cut the robe.

It's so artistically cut.

Mr. Xie ran away?Mr. Xie ran away!

How to tell the news to the brothers who are waiting to receive the reward together, they will be cut off by the brothers.

Everyone must guess that I don't have the capacity to tolerate others, and when I become famous, I will start to cut off my kindness and justice.

Or say that Mr. Xie has turned into a fairy.

It seems that this reason is very reliable.

Before Zhu Bei had time to think about it, the imperial decree from the palace arrived.

After receiving the imperial edict, Zhu Bei was in a daze.

Didn’t it mean that the emperor died? Why did another emperor be created so quickly? No, no, is it an auditory hallucination? Ever since Mr. Xie came to the barracks, his auditory hallucination problem has deepened.

wrong.The third prince?

Zhu Bei immediately held the eunuch Xuanzhi's hand, "Eunuch, the third prince..."

"The third prince is wise and powerful..." The eunuch described the third prince's appearance for a quarter of an hour, described the third prince's demeanor for a quarter of an hour, and described the third prince's deeds for another quarter of an hour.

However, he still looked confused and couldn't grasp the point.

"Oh, General, what's the hurry, I want to see the holy face, and I will see it when I go to the hall to receive the reward tomorrow."

The eunuch left, leaving Zhu Bei to continue to mourn.

In the end, Zhu Bei had two dark circles under his eyes, ate three extra bowls of rice, and went into battle wearing an invulnerable gold silk armor.

However, it wasn't him who met in the main hall.

It was in the gazebo of the Imperial Garden.

Ziqi is fishing with a straight hook.

It is quite similar to Jiang Taigong's fishing volunteers taking the bait.

And Zhang Cheng said bitterly at the side of Balabala that he had to get Ziqi to Liang Guo.

Ziqi just smiled and said nothing.

Zhang Cheng looked up and saw Zhu Bei, grinning: "The idiot is here."

Zhu Bei trembled even more.

Looking at the emperor's back, shaking and shaking.

Zhang Rang suddenly jumped out of nowhere with a smile on his face, and handed him a jug of wine. "Zhu Bei, drink some wine and calm down."

Liu Xie snatched the pot of wine and poured it into the cup.

Then handed it to Zhu Bei, whose legs were all floating.

Zhu Beiji's forehead was covered with sweat, and he was thirsty.

Can't help but think, and can't help not thinking.

Is that Mr. Xie?

"I won't see you in three days, don't come here without any problems. I heard that I have transformed into a fairy?"

"Mr. Xie." With a click, Zhu Bei knelt down, kneeling firmly.

Zhang Cheng burst into laughter.

"That's your emperor."

"His Majesty."

"Get up and take orders."

Zhu Bei was named a general. Although the brothers in the military camp were like a family, Zhu Bei had no intention of rebelling and becoming an emperor at all.

Who knows if his life is still alive?

He didn't dare to compare with Mr. Xie's influence in the military camp.

In this life, the emperor is just a dream.

After Zhu Bei left, the stalking Zhang Cheng was finally taken away by Ziqi.

After Ziqi ascended the throne, after one year of age, the capital is worry-free.

end.

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Extra Story: White Moonlight and Liang Shu - A Lovely Picture of a Place to Be Buried Along with.

My name is Liang Shu, and I am the founding emperor of the Liang Kingdom.

The emperor is not my wish.

I don't like dealing with political affairs, I don't like gloomy palaces, I don't like courts that are always calculating, I don't like emperors planning, I don't like emperors' inscrutability, I don't like being a loner.

I like horseback riding and archery, traveling across Mobei, I will be a general who drinks with my brothers, eats meat, shoots eagles with arrows, and wins the three armies bravely.It is also my wish.

However, by mistake, he became the emperor.

No one stipulated that the emperor should look alike, but some people stipulated that the emperor should have such a set of rules.

I am very disgusted.

I want to breathe the air of freedom, instead of being watched from time to time, like countless pairs of green eyes emerging from the mountains at night.

I can't stand it.

In addition, unlike ordinary emperors, I don't love concubines, and there is only one queen.

Others rumored that I was infatuated with the queen, I was silent, but at this time Zhang Cheng would always look at me worriedly.

I gave him a comforting smile back.

It doesn't matter, the world speculates more on me, and I do the same to the world.

The trees outside the window have grown for sixteen years.

When was it planted? There are many rumors and opinions among the palace people. The only thing in common is that they cannot be touched.

That tree is a tree in Mobei. It is said that it can attract people who think day and night.It was the first thing I did after I found out that Ziqi was dead, shut myself up without eating or drinking, and left the house.

However, sixteen years have passed, and the tree has grown lush, but Ziqi has never entered my dream.

Is it because I miss you enough, or because Ziqi doesn't care about me at all.

I am old, and my temples are beginning to have gray hair.

I took out the key from my close-fitting clothes, opened the lock tremblingly, and pushed the room open.

The rustling dust was flying around, making a noise, which made my lungs unbearable, but I started coughing.

The room I looked at was full of piles and paintings, and the memories of the past came in without thinking.

16 years ago, I watched Zhang Cheng leave with [-] soldiers, and I became obsessed with going on tour. No, it should be a private visit in a micro-service. A person, a horse, riding a horse alone, is not a high mountain , It's just an unknown mound in the capital city.

At that time, I would always look towards the direction of Mobei when I was waiting for the highest point.

Wherever there is my dream, there is also the person I am fond of.

I know in my heart that if I look again, I won't see people out, but my eyes are still sour. That's me, very stubborn.

I always think of looking at that day, looking at, looking at, and I can and can be comforted.

That's me, still so naive.

Later, after I waited for a long time, after I had crawled all over the small mounds in the capital, Zhang Cheng came back.I never expected anything, but the news Zhang Cheng brought back made me feel that God will always take pity on me.

When Zhang Cheng brought back the news that Ziqi was not dead, I was overjoyed.

At that time, I didn't know that fate would play tricks on people like this.

I only care about excitement, and I have no intention of thinking about other things.

Every day, I caress the reply letter brought back by Zhang Cheng, caress every handwriting, and read every word, as if that word can bloom flowers. That simple and peaceful day together.

I am also the emperor, and he is also the emperor. I know that there may be no intersection in this life.

But I can't help but be greedy. Looking at the reply, I had a thought one day, I don't know if he will miss the days in Mobei when he returns to Izumo country.

That idea germinated deeply in my mind, so I began to learn painting from scratch with the painters in the palace.

I am a person who is used to holding a sword instead of a paintbrush, but I want to use the paintbrush to describe the common memories of Mobei through paintings.Where is the dust, where are the buried bones, where are our common years and memories.

I was not satisfied with each one, so I planned to draw a better picture and give it to him.

So after going to court every day, I began to indulge in painting.

Every painting is a journey of memories. In my memories, the memories have gradually changed a lot. Later, even I don’t know whether I added a lot of things to the memories or recalled the original That's it.

I couldn't figure it out, and gradually I didn't want to figure it out.

Thinking about it so much, I thought about going out to Yunguo as an envoy, so I just met him and let it go.

I was speculating and thinking in my heart, and suddenly one day, this idea became stronger and stronger.

It seems that this idea can be realized.

Anyway, I don't like to be an emperor, so why should I obey the emperor's broken rules.

I don't know from that day on, I started to prepare gifts for the mission.

First, the rare and precious medicinal materials, and then the special products of the Liang Kingdom.But after reading it over and over again, I felt that it was vulgar, so I deleted it, deleted it, and felt that it was less polite, and then I started to fiddle with some expensive things here and there.

After a while, he began to panic about his actions again.

Izumo country is also a country that has been established for a long time. If there is nothing, I will give gifts here to slap my face.

I thought about a few thoughts here, and a few thoughts in that way, always hesitating and undecided.

In this way, spring goes and autumn comes.

I have prepared many paintings, which can cover the whole room.Even the painters in the palace began to be full of praise.I finally plan to go on an embassy.

I have been preparing for too long and thinking too long.

With this thought, I trembled all over.

This is the excitement that has been waiting for too long.

Regardless, I decided to move on.

Neither Zhang Cheng nor the old prime minister stopped me from thinking this way.

Maybe, in their eyes, after I pass this time, I can become a normal emperor.

However, I did not become a normal emperor after all.

The news from the Izumo country is that His Majesty of the Izumo country has passed away.

I am silly.

Isn't His Majesty of the Izumo Kingdom Xie Ziqi?

I don't believe it, I stayed for three days and three nights in a room full of paintings.

Not eating or drinking, even more bewildered.

Five days later, I came out of that room, sealed up.

I am sitting on the throne, accepting the worship of all officials, and I am still alone, alone.

Instead of a bustling general surrounded by soldiers.

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I looked at the cobweb-covered studio and started to clean it bit by bit.

The sun falls and the moon rises.

lock down.

I called Zhang Cheng, my good friend for many years.

He was also old and deaf.

I leaned close to his ear, and he listened lightly.

"Zhang Cheng, I'm leaving, don't forget to bury these calligraphy and paintings with me."

Probably God still cares about me, and after saying this, I left.

You can still see the tears on Zhang Cheng's face.

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A piece of news in 2035 AD.

The tomb of Liang Shu, the famous founding emperor of the Liang Kingdom, was excavated, attracting well-known archaeological experts at home and abroad.

From the ancient tomb, a stack of calligraphy and paintings were found, with superb brushwork. After identification, they were painted by Emperor Liang Shu.

Because of the special research value of calligraphy and painting, it was later set up a special library for research.

After several years, the rest of the research has achieved remarkable results, and the handsome man drawn on the stack of calligraphy and paintings is still unresolved.