Dimensionality Reduction Rolling [Quick Travel]

What is low dimension?That is, if humans are three-dimensional and paper is two-dimensional, two-dimensional beings cannot fold paper by themselves, but three-dimensional beings can easily fold paper into desired shapes.From the perspective of a three-dimensional existence, the universe is vast, but to a four-dimensional existence, the universe may be just a piece of paper in his eyes.

Of course, if a high-dimensional being has the ability to enter the "paper" world in his eyes, what he sees after entering is naturally three-dimensional.

The system replied quickly: [Yes, what you are going to is all in the low-dimensional world.Or, to you, those are all low-dimensional worlds. 】

Seeing that Jiang Xingxiu still wanted to ask, the system stopped him: [I can only tell you so much, any more will touch the scope of my forbidden speech. 】

"Ok."

Jiang Xingxiu didn't have any intention of getting to the bottom of it. After all, he and the system were just cooperating.He wants to go to the Great Thousand World to see, the system needs him to test the characters and get what they need.

"Shall we draw the next character?"

【no problem! 】

A gashapon machine appeared in front of Jiang Xingxiu.

The inside of the gashapon machine whirled, and the silver gashapons collided with each other.

One of them rolled out, and when it was opened, the qi of the four seasons turned out, and the space for resting instantly sprouted vegetation, yin and yang split,

【It's Emperor Ziwei! 】

The system happily said: [Emperor Ziwei is a powerful boss, the kind that even judges can't beat. 】

Jiang Xingxiu: "Are you sure Emperor Ziwei needs to fight?"

【cough. 】

Jiang Xingxiu opened his character panel.

Name: Kang Sung-soo

Age: 26

Sex: Male

Race: human

Occupation: None

Possessed roles: Judge (not activated) Emperor Ziwei (not activated)

The system started to get serious.

[Whether to enable Emperor Ziwei. 】

[Whether to randomly launch the next world. 】

[Whether to use the "embedded" mode. 】

"Yes."

"Yes."

"no."

["Loading" mode starts. 】

Jiang Xingxiu's eyes darkened.

This time he changed to a different mode of experience. The "embedded" mode is to directly insert him into a certain world line out of thin air, and he will appear in the memory of relevant personnel, and automatically adjust the experience of getting along according to his personality.

The "loading" mode, in a popular explanation, is——

Reincarnation.

Just like the judge's embedding point and Xia'an who will meet the pen fairy are roommates, Emperor Ziwei is thrown into the emperor's house.

Great Chu Dynasty, Yuanxin 11th year.

The post is vacant, and there is no son in the palace, that is to say, as long as the prince is born, he will have the opportunity to fight for the supreme glory.

The one who is currently giving birth in the Chanting Pavilion is Xu Zhaorong, who is the most holy family member.

"Ah~ official family~ Nunu's low life is nothing~ Nunu must give birth to a son for the official family~"

Concubine Shu hissed and tore the handkerchief in two.

Straighten, knead, make, make!

Glancing at the emperor's face full of emotion, he turned his head and sneered.

Oh man.

Xu Zhaorong knew this man better than she did.

So she took advantage of the fact that the cervix hadn't opened yet and she had enough strength, she pinched her throat and worked hard.Anyway, the labor court is full of her people.

"Lady, it's almost time." The confidant reminded in a low voice.

Xu Zhaorong said "Ah~" again and again to the outside, closed his mouth, and gathered his strength.

Zhi Zhi gave birth to five hours, and in the middle of the night, the emperor had already gone back first, and concubine Shu left afterwards.

The wife was worried: "Lady, Xu Zhaorong gave birth to the fifth prince, and was suppressed by the queen mother before. If she gives birth to another prince, even the queen mother will not be able to prevent the officials from making her a concubine."

Concubine Shu hooked her lips: "It's okay, let her have a baby."

In her heart, she hoped that she would give birth to a child more than Xu Zhaorong, if she was not afraid of being suspicious if she stayed where she was, she would have waited for the child to be "born".

The sixth hour...

The old servant who had accompanied the emperor for many years walked in quickly.

"Official!"

The emperor put down the memorial: "What's wrong?"

"It's changing outside!"

The emperor's face changed slightly: "The virtuous king forced the palace?"

The old servant: "It's Xiangrui! Official, can I open the window for you?"

After receiving the emperor's signal, the old servant pushed open the window, and the sky full of red clouds leaped into the emperor's eyes.

"Here!" The emperor hurried out of the Chongde Hall where he worked. The bare peach trees outside the hall were in full bloom, like a peach blossom garden.

The old servant shouted loudly: "There are thousands of miles of red clouds, and a hundred flowers bloom together. Congratulations to the official family! Congratulations to the official family! Auspicious omens come from heaven to Da Chu!"

A ray of purple light fell from the sky.

Someone from the palace came to report: "The eleventh son of the emperor is born!"

The emperor said hello three times, and immediately drafted an edict to make Xu Zhaorong the concubine Xu, prepared a chariot and drove over to take the baby back to Chongde Hall.

The new year begins with the cry of a baby.

Concubine Shu sat on the palace bed, staring at the cold candlelight.

"My lady, she gave birth."

"Oh?" Concubine Shu raised a smile, "What happened?"

Thinking of the news he inquired about, his confidant timidly said, "A prince has been born."

"Prince?!" Concubine Shu grabbed her wife's hand, pinching her so painfully: "Are you sure it's the prince, isn't it..." Stillborn?

"It's the prince! The eleventh prince! When he was born, auspiciousness descended from the sky. Hearing that the officials were overjoyed, they immediately took the eleventh prince home. My lady, tell me, do you need Chunyu..."

Chun Yu is the wife of the Ling Pavilion——Xu Zhaorong's palace—. Although this move was not easy to arrange, but now, I don't know if she gave Xu Zhaorong the medicine that would kill the fetus in her womb, so it's hard to keep her .

Concubine Shu shook her body.

The previous Xu Zhaorong was already favored, but now that she gave birth to the son of the heavenly family, wouldn't she want to be crowned with the sixth palace?

Concubine Shu calmed down quickly, her eyes narrowed, thinking of a poisonous plan.

"Chun Yu doesn't need to be dealt with. The one surnamed Xu just gave birth, and now it's easy to be exposed. Then, you go and let our people spread the word..."

On the second day, the news that the eleventh son of the emperor was descended from the stars in the sky spread throughout the harem.

When the little ladies are not on duty, they gossip quietly.

"Did you see that day last night? I heard that the Eleventh Prince is Emperor Ziwei who came down to earth. The officials want to make him the crown prince and inherit the throne in the future."

"Emperor Ziwei! That must be the emperor! It would be great if I could be transferred to Xu Niang's womb."

"Hush! You don't want to die!"

"It's okay, let's talk in secret. The youngest son of my third grandfather's neighbor, the second grandson's wife's aunt's aunt, is now working as a housekeeper in the Chongde Hall. He secretly told me this morning that the officials hugged the eleventh prince with their own hands last night. Go back!"

When the old servant was about to step forward and yell at those servants for being unruly, the emperor turned and left, so he could only wait on the left and right, sneaking his eyes at the emperor's face, no emotions could be seen.

After returning to the Chongde Palace, the emperor looked down at the prince who was white and tender in the swaddle, not like a skinny monkey when ordinary children were born, and suddenly asked, "How long have you been with me?"

The old servant realized that he was asking the question, and replied respectfully: "It has been 32 years since I returned to the official house."

"You were promoted to my side when I was four years old."

"Yes, the official is kind, and he brought the minister out of the clothing bureau, and gave him a gift to accompany him around."

"I'm about to reach my forties. Twenty years later, I will be sixty years old. But this child, Fang Jiguan."

It is the prime of life, high-spirited and heroic.

The old servant was startled, but he seemed deaf and remained silent.

"You go back."

The old servant bowed and left the hall with very light steps.

The emperor stared at the baby with a calm expression on his face: "Emperor Ziwei? Are you born to inherit the throne?"

He put his hand on the baby's neck where the warm pulse was throbbing.