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Zhenlong originally thought that Feng Yizhen would be depressed for a while, but unexpectedly, after Feng Yizhen cried a lot that day, he wiped away his tears as if nothing happened.

If it weren't for the occasional night when Zhenlong's spiritual consciousness inadvertently penetrated into the study, he would see Feng Yizhen kneeling in front of the seal and crying, Zhenlong would really think that Feng Yizhen was so tough.

On the day Feng Yizhen sealed Kangzhuang, he ordered people to renovate the study, built a bed on the side, and covered it with curtains.

Since that day, Feng Yizhen has never left that house except for going to court and going to the toilet, whether it is eating or going to bed.

In addition to reviewing the memorials, Feng Yizhen also searched various books from Zangshu Pavilion and various places. Zhenlong only found out later that he was looking for any way to save Kangzhuang.

But this is a rare event in a thousand years, so how could he find it with such a stupid method.

On the first day of Kangzhuang's seal, there was a sudden heavy rain in the dry land of the southern country.

On the seventh day of the Kangzhuang seal, in the flooded land, the flood receded.

On the 27th of Kangzhuang Sealed Land, the southern army won a great victory. General Li took advantage of the victory to pursue, captured three cities in a row, and put down one of the most difficult rebels, the Pingan Army.

Three days...

One hundred and ninth day...

……

Everything seems to be getting better.

Except Feng Yizhen.

"It's been a year, are you bored in it?"

Feng Yizhen's eyes were gentle, and his face leaned against the scales of the giant dragon statue, "I'm so useless, Kang Zhuang, I've read so many books, but I still can't find a solution, don't they all say that there is everything in the book?" ? It's all a lie."

"Qi Bao'er sent a letter back yesterday. He was playing wild outside and said he would come back later. It's fine if he doesn't come back. Wait for me, and wait until I find a way to let you out, otherwise if he knows that you have been killed by me The evil seal is inside, I'm afraid you will cry with me."

He babbled about this to Kang Zhuang in the seal, even though he knew he couldn't hear anything.But in this year, he will still talk to this statue like a bewildered man.

Zhenlong stood on the roof, with his ear strength, even without spiritual power, he could hear Feng Yizhen's words clearly.

It wasn't until Feng Yizhen's voice gradually became quieter that he went straight through the roof and fell into the room.

Feng Yizhen fell asleep, his forehead resting on the statue.

Zhenlong didn't come to look for him, he stepped over Feng Yizhen and walked into the seal.

When Kang Zhuang saw the real dragon at first glance, he still had a slight reaction.

After all, even if he had endured the long days of being transformed into a human being, Kang Zhuang had never really stayed in such a place where there was nothing and nothing could be seen for so long.

"Real dragon?"

Kang Zhuang didn't speak for a long time, his voice was hoarse, "Is it real, or is it a hallucination?"

In order for Kang Zhuang to see him, the spiritual power of the real dragon shrouded his body with a faint light, and he said, "It's true, I am a real dragon."

Kang Zhuang asked in a daze, "Can I go out?"

"No."

Kang Zhuang said indifferently, "Oh", "Why, come over to watch the fun?"

"I can't let you out, but I can do something else."

"No interest."

Zhenlong didn't care what Kang Zhuang said, he put his hands in the void, and after a while, a transparent wall loomed in the air.

The "wall" fluctuated for a while, and a picture slowly appeared.

At the bottom of the picture, Feng Yizhen leaned there, sleeping soundly.

Kang Zhuang rushed forward in an instant, leaned against the wall, and shouted, "Feng Yizhen!"

But Feng Yi really didn't respond.

"What he can't hear, you can see him, but he can't see you. For him, it's still just the wall behind the study."

Kang Zhuang's eyes lingered greedily on Feng Yizhen's face for a long time before he stood up and asked Zhenlong, "What do you mean?"

Zhenlong said, "It's not interesting, but I can't see Feng Yizhen talking to a wall every day, but no one can hear it, I'm tired of hearing it. Since he is talking to you, you have to listen to yourself."

Kang Zhuang said stubbornly, "Whatever I listen to him say, it's just useless nonsense. He has given up on me for the sake of the world, so do you expect me to like him?"

"It's up to you, listen to it or not, watch it or not." True Dragon said, "I can't stay in the seal for too long, so I'm leaving."

The real dragon left the seal, and Kang Zhuang involuntarily leaned back to the wall.

Feng Yizhen was sleeping soundly, Kang Zhuang heard his soft breathing, the feeling of being driven crazy by the endless darkness suddenly disappeared.

He looked at Feng Yizhen's face, and brushed his hand across the wall, as if he was stroking gently.

"Feng Yizhen, Feng Yizhen..." Kang Zhuang choked up, "Let me out, I want to hug you."

-

For some reason, Feng Yi really felt that he had slept a lot better recently, and even when he was talking to the cold statue, he felt that the statue was warm.

Another year has passed, another rebel army has been put down, the previously affected area has slowly recovered its original vitality, trade has been reopened, and everything seems to be back on track.

But all this is an illusion.

In the third year, the disaster happened again.

And these natural disasters and man-made disasters seemed to be more ferocious than the previous ones. What's more, the flood flooded the entire city overnight, and millions of people died before they had time to escape.

Disaster, disaster, endless disaster.

Feng Yi really couldn't figure it out, Zhenlong couldn't figure it out, and the national teacher couldn't figure it out either.

The national teacher does divination every day, but the number of days is covered up. Even if he exhausts his life, he can't get an answer.

Feng Yizhen wakes up from nightmares every night and cannot sleep peacefully.

After another night of nightmares, Feng Yizhen woke up and sat up, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

He didn't like people in the room, so he waited until he came out with his clothes on. The old eunuch who was guarding the door woke up from his doze, and hurriedly said, "Your Majesty?"

Feng Yizhen waved his hand, "I just walk around, don't follow."

He just wore a single shirt and walked aimlessly in the palace.

There are already many fewer people in the palace, and the treasury is running out one after another. At night, they don't even dare to light too many lights.

Feng Yizhen walked to Zangshu Pavilion.Feng Yizhen pushed open the door of Zangshu Pavilion and walked up slowly.

Coming here, it's hard not to think of the days when he sneaked into the library to read books. At that time, he didn't know Kang Zhuang, and every time he sneaked in, he wasted his strength.

Thinking of Kang Zhuang, Feng Yi really felt a little depressed again. If he hadn't met himself, how could Kang Zhuang have encountered all this.If it wasn't for him, the people of the Southern Kingdom wouldn't have suffered so much.

Walking to the top floor, there are plaques of emperors of all dynasties, densely placed on the table.

Feng Yizhen knelt in front of the futon, bowed three times, and laughed at himself, "If I am really the last emperor of the Southern Kingdom, I am afraid I will be regarded as a sinner through the ages. But it doesn't matter whether the emperor is an emperor or not. If the ancestors have spirits, please let me know." Bless the unfilial son Feng Yizhen, who can save the people of our southern country."

He said it casually, without expecting any response.

But just as he got up to leave, a plaque suddenly fell down and knocked on the wooden table, making a loud noise.

Feng Yi was really puzzled. There was no wind and no one moved. Why did the plaque suddenly fall down?

Doubts are doubts, Feng Yizhen still stepped forward and helped the plaque up.

The name on the plaque was revealed.

Feng Yi was really stunned.

His hand brushed the words on the plaque lightly, and at that moment, those things that were deep in his memory emerged.

The ancestor really appeared, and he knew what he should do.

Feng Yi really couldn't help being ecstatic, holding the plaque and laughing loudly, "The ancestors manifest! The ancestors manifest!"

He almost ran downstairs and ran out of Zangshu Pavilion, grabbed a passing eunuch and said, "Quick!! Call the national teacher and the Ninth Prince! Now!"

It was the first time for the eunuch to have such a real contact with the emperor, and he couldn't even utter a word of intimidation, "Yes... yes!"

Feng Yizhen walked quickly back to the imperial study, put on the dragon robe, and walked around the room twice happily.

After a while, he calmed down and his heartbeat returned to a steady state.

He stood with his hands behind his back, standing in front of the dragon statue, looking up at the soaring dragon above.

An eunuch reported, "Your Majesty, the national teacher and the Ninth Prince are here."

"Xuan."

In the dim imperial study room, the national teacher and Feng Qiyan walked in quickly and stood respectfully at the bottom.

Before they had time to kneel down, Feng Yizhen said suddenly, "I have a solution."

They were suddenly summoned in the middle of the night, and the cold wind blowing along the way did not wake them up. Feng Yizhen said "I have a solution", which woke them up.

Feng Qiyan was stunned, "What method?"

"The way to save Nanguo and Kangzhuang."

The national teacher and Feng Qiyan looked at Feng Yizhen happily.

But Feng Yizhen didn't say anything, "I've been thinking recently, if the master's divination was correct, why would there be droughts and floods after epidemics, and wars after famines."

The national teacher hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, this matter has been obtained through repeated divination by the minister using the 20-year lifespan as the medium, and there will be no mistakes!"

"National teacher, don't worry, I'm not blaming you." Feng Yizhen looked at the dark night outside the study, where the red lanterns dotted with light and shadow swayed in the breeze.

"I couldn't fall asleep at night some time ago, so I remembered that there was a book library next to the palace where I lived when I was a child. Most of the records there were records from the past dynasties. Because it was too detailed, I specially built a building to store these books. On weekdays, everyone would not go to bed. I like to go, I like this kind of place where no one is there, so I sneaked in and read the things that happened in the past dynasties, just like reading a script."

Feng Yizhen opened this topic in a strange way, and he didn't know what he wanted to say. The national teacher and Feng Qiyan didn't dare to speak, they lowered their heads and listened.

"When I went to Zangshu Pavilion tonight, the plaque of Emperor Wanji fell down. When I was helping the plaque, I suddenly remembered that I read a record about Emperor Wanji when I was young. Do you know Emperor Wanji?"

The national teacher and Feng Qiyan looked at each other, they knew it, but they only had some impressions.It has been too long since the founding of the Southern Kingdom, and hundreds of emperors have changed. If it weren't for the eternally famous emperors such as Zhuang, Gaozu, or Chengxian Emperor, I am afraid that except for Feng Yizhen, who has read the history books, no one can remember those monarchs who once shined briefly in history. .

"It's okay if you don't remember. He has only been in power for three years, and he had few pens when he was a child. He didn't make any achievements after becoming a king. The book that records him—" Feng Yizhen compares the thickness of a thin wooden board with his hands, "it's just that A little thick."

The two people still didn't dare to speak, Feng Yizhen said to himself, "I just found that book again and found something."

"I discovered that during his reign, Emperor Wanji also provoked the wrath of the heavens, causing the people to live in dire straits, famines prevailed, and bloodshed. There is no record in the annals of why he provoked the wrath of the heavens, but how he calmed down the gods by punishing himself The anger allowed the Southern Kingdom to continue."

The national teacher suddenly raised his head, "Your Majesty... what do you mean?"

Feng Yizhen took two steps back and forth in the hall, looking at the flying dragon behind him, his eyes suddenly softened, "I suddenly figured out something. The national teacher thought everything started because of Kangzhuang, but this reason was in Kangzhuang. The result is not necessarily in Kangzhuang. He has never done anything harmful to the world, nor has he ever been sorry to anyone... All he has done is to help a prince who should not succeed to the throne and become a worthless emperor. "

The national teacher and Feng Qiyan both knelt down and prostrated themselves on the ground, "The emperor is so wise and mighty, how can he be so humble!"

"You don't need to comfort me. I am well aware of my abilities. Even though I am a little clever, I am not a man of great talent. For so many years, no matter whether it is state affairs or the open and dark arrows in the court, if it is not for the help of Qi Yan and some courtiers , I am afraid that this southern country will be defeated in my hands."

Feng Qiyan cupped his hands and said, "Brother Huang..."

Feng Yizhen waved his hand and interrupted Feng Qiyan, "So I understand one thing, the divination by the national teacher is not wrong, Kang Zhuang is indeed the cause of the anger of the sky, but the effect is on me."

The wind outside the house penetrated into the house, and into Feng Yizhen's sleeve robe, puffing up his wide sleeves, as if floating in the world, lonely and out of place.

"Because I shouldn't be standing here wearing this robe embroidered with dragon patterns, I shouldn't be sitting in front of the temple and being worshiped by thousands of people, I started from the beginning!" Feng Yizhen became more and more sad as he spoke, but his expression was calm, "... ...you shouldn't be the emperor. So it's not Kang Zhuang's fault, it's all my own fault, it's Kang Zhuang's fault, and of course everything won't be resolved."

Feng Qiyan and the national teacher touched their foreheads to the ground, they dared not speak or get up.

"After I figured it out, I suddenly felt relieved." Feng Yizhen walked under the dragon statue, gently caressed the dragon's scales with his hand, and said softly, "When I think about it, it's my fault. The sins are all on my shoulders, and he can come out from behind this wall and leave the endless night, and my heart suddenly jumped up."

The national teacher seemed to have thought of something, raised his head, and said in surprise, "Your Majesty, what you mean by punishing yourself is... the punishment of reincarnation."

"Yes." Feng Yizhen didn't look back, just looked at the wall with a smile.

"It must not be done, Your Majesty!" The national teacher grabbed the ground with his head, and there were bloodstains on his forehead, "If this is the case, you..."

"National teacher." Feng Yizhen said, "I didn't want to seal Kangzhuang at that time, but the real dragon told me 'I am the emperor, I should protect the people'. Why is it okay to sacrifice Kangzhuang to protect the people, but not to sacrifice me?"

"Your majesty, you are the emperor. If you leave, my southern kingdom will be without a leader!"

Feng Yizhen smiled and shook his head, his eyes fell on Feng Qiyan, "I am not a good emperor, this emperor is more suitable than me."

"You don't need to persuade me anymore, I have made up my mind, this is the imperial decree, you go down."

The giant dragon statue shone with a dark golden luster under the dim candlelight in the hall. Feng Yizhen covered the scales with his palms, and behind the wall of the statue, a white figure flickering in the deep boundless black also turned His palms were facing Feng Yizhen's palms across the wall.

He opened his mouth in panic, but no one could hear him.

"What are you going to do...Feng Yizhen...what are you going to do?"

Feng Yi really couldn't hear Kang Zhuang's words, he just looked at the wall with a gentle smile, as if he could really see Kang Zhuang.

"Kang Zhuang, I will rescue you soon, soon."

The author has something to say: The next chapter is a high-level abuse warning.