Dressed as a man with the eldest son

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Zheng Fan didn't like her name very much when she was young, because there were too many strokes. When the teacher punished her to write the name, she wiped her tears and complained to her father why she chose such difficult characters for herself. Easy to write.

Dad smiled and said that because this word contains the expectations of him and his mother, hoping that her future will be full of flowers and sunshine all the way.

She did grow up as they expected, with excellent grades, lively and cheerful, when she was admitted to a prestigious university was her most blooming moment, and she was the focus of many people's praise at the teacher appreciation banquet.

If there is no accident, she will enjoy four years of campus life like thousands of college students, graduate successfully, have a decent job, and then form a happy family with the person she likes, and live her life with ups and downs.

But an accident happened, and she crossed over.

She changed from Zheng Fan to Zheng Fan'er.

At that time, she thought she had started a novel and interesting adventure, but she didn't know that it was actually the beginning of a nightmare.

From the moment she became Zheng Fan'er, there was no more flowers blooming like brocades.

"My name is Zheng Fan."

She repeated, blinking away the thin tears in her eyes, with a calm and firm expression: "The flowers are blooming like a brocade."

Not Zheng Fan'er, not Zheng Guifei, not Zheng Empress, not even the Zheng family, but Zheng Fan!

Emperor Yongzhao seemed to be shocked and froze on the throne.

A tinge of sadness suddenly appeared in Nan Ruo's heart, for both Zheng Fan and himself.

"Mother, have you changed your name..." Chang Le was the only one present who didn't understand why, or she didn't want to understand.

No one answered her, she moved away from the throne in shock, and rushed to Zheng Fan, "Mother, what are you talking about? They are all false, right? How could the mother rebel, and the son-in-law, what Yazi said is not true , won't you, queen mother, tell me—ah!"

Zheng Fan slapped her across the face: "Enough!"

Chang Le covered her face in disbelief, the queen mother beat her!

"How long are you going to be stupid?!" Zheng Fan yelled mercilessly, "Think about how Sun Heli met you? Why did Anle help you? If you weren't a princess, they wouldn't even bother to plot against you!"

"No...it's not like this..." Chang Le took a few steps back.

A look of unbearableness flashed across Zheng Fan's eyes, but he had to harden his heart: "You have been blinded by love so much that you have no brains! Open your eyes and look, and I will know what the end of being blinded by love is, isn't it?" You want to end up like me!"

Changle's mind buzzed, she was smart, but she didn't want to think about it in the past, no matter her father, queen mother or Sun Heli, she didn't want to know anything that made her unhappy, she didn't want to understand, she didn't want to understand.

But Zheng Fan mercilessly pierced her protective shell of self-deception. At this moment, all kinds of things that had been hidden deep in her heart since she was a child surged up.

She shook her head and staggered to the ground.

Zheng Fan ruthlessly ignored her, and mocked Emperor Yongzhao: "Your Majesty, why do you have to be so hypocritical, don't you know if I am Zheng Fan'er? Didn't you all suspect it a long time ago?"

Nan Ruo's heart skipped a beat.

"Are you curious, Your Majesty? Have you made a lot of guesses in your mind? Guess I'm a ghost, or the reincarnation of a god?"

Zheng Fan smiled with his hands behind his back, and he actually had the air of a romantic girl.

Nan Ruo frowned.

Emperor Yongzhao and Mo Hanshang looked at her, and even the crown prince looked at her.

"Wrong, none of them!" Zheng Fan sat down again, his chin raised slightly, "The place I came from is called modern times, and you call it ancient times, just like you call Dayan before ancient times, understand?"

Emperor Yong Zhao and Mo Hanshang were silent.

The prince thought very rationally: "You come from after Dayan, a hundred years? A thousand years?"

"The prince is really smart." Zheng Fan praised, tilting his head and said, "It's less than a thousand years old, but there's one thing wrong. I didn't come from after Dayan. The world I came to didn't have Dayan. It was the same at the beginning. We There was also Confucius and Mencius, and there was the Qin and Han Dynasties...until the Southern and Northern Dynasties began to diverge, you are Yin, and we are Sui."

"In scientific terms, it's called a multiverse of parallel universes—forget it, you don't understand it, just think that there is an earth in an invisible world—oh, it's what we step on, that's right, we What you are stepping on is a ball, not the sky is round, but the earth is round, the earth revolves around the sun, not the sun around the earth."

She said, full of pride and superiority.

"When I came here, we had already invented a spacecraft that landed on the moon, and we could take pictures of the earth from the moon, click—" she made a video camera movement, "taking a picture is to press the camera on you, you The appearance of the picture is recorded on the photo paper, which is a hundred times and a thousand times more real than the portrait, and what the eyes see is what it looks like on the photo."

Her tone was like a chant, and her expression was almost dreamy.

At this moment, Nan Ruo was very sure that she, like Prince Rong, had a psychological problem.

Zheng Fan didn't notice it, it seemed that he finally had a chance to talk, and he wanted to say all the things he was suppressing in his heart in one breath.

"I'll tell you one more thing, we don't have an emperor in modern times!"

Nan Ruo's eyelids twitched and looked at the prince.

Zheng Fan opened his arms: "Yes, you heard it right, without an emperor, the feudal dynasty would have been overthrown long ago, and the people are the masters of the country. This is the torrent of history, and the development of the times, no country can stop it. Yan Ye will be overthrown by the new dynasty sooner or later, His Majesty is staring at me for what, this is a fact, don't talk about going forward, you look back, there is a dynasty that lasts for a long time, and it is not all overthrown by the next generation."

She cast a contemptuous glance at Emperor Yongzhao, and said mockingly: "Your Majesty should think so, at least Dayan is not the last dynasty to be cast aside by everyone."

It's okay, Nan Ruo put his forehead in his heart, let's talk less.

Neither Emperor Pianyongzhao nor the crown prince had any intention of stopping her, and let her talk endlessly.

"In modern times, everyone can go to school. Both men and women can participate in the imperial examination. We call it the college entrance examination. From reading at the age of six, you can be admitted to the university according to your hobbies. In the university, there are those who specialize in teaching calligraphy, painting, music, and medicine. Law, foreign languages, mathematics...everything, after graduation, there will be all kinds of talents to build the country."

Zheng Fan is proud and proud.

"I was also a college student who successfully passed the single-plank bridge of thousands of imperial examinations. Unfortunately, I learned a foreign language, and I hardly used it when I came here, but——"

She paused, did not continue to speak, and raised her eyebrows: "Why, you don't believe it?"

Emperor Yongzhao opened his mouth, the answer did not match what he had guessed, for a moment he didn't know where to start.

The prince pondered and said: "Guxin, but where there are people, there are powerful disputes. Even if there is no emperor, the distinction between high and low still exists. For example, as you said, college students who have walked through the single-plank bridge must have higher status than those who have not. When they finish their studies and earn a living, there should be some differences. Seeing the details, it can be seen that the equality of everyone you said is not absolute."

Zheng Fan's face darkened slightly: "So what, as long as everyone can study and take the imperial examination, it is a hundred times better than Dayan!"

"Yes." The prince nodded calmly, "Gu did not say that it is not strong, but it is not as good as you said."

"It's so good!" Zheng Fan was excited, as if he couldn't tolerate someone saying something bad about modern times.

The prince did not argue with her, and raised his eyelids: "So those poems praised by everyone were not actually made by you, nor were the formulas and opinions created by you, right?"

Zheng Fan's voice was abrupt.

In an instant, as if being poured with a basin of cold water, the over-excited emotions subsided.

The prince said indifferently: "And you plan to rebel, in Gu's opinion, you are just unwilling to cause trouble. You just want to take revenge and make them look at you differently. If it is because of this, you have already done it, father?"

Emperor Yongzhao closed his eyes: "Yes, I saw it."

The prince got up: "It's not early, father was frightened today and rest early, Zhou Bao, send King Rong and Chang Le to the East Palace, empress..."

He paused: "Choose one from Jiaofang Palace or Dali Temple Prison."

"Winner or loser, how can I choose?" Zheng Fan said, "I still want to live, so naturally I have to know more about current affairs. That's okay, I would rather give you these achievements than Xia Houyan."

The prince didn't give her a specific promise, he just waved his hand and asked someone to take her back to Jiaofang Hall: "We'll talk about it tomorrow."

King Rong took the distraught Chang Le and left obediently.

Nan Ruo glanced at Zheng Fan's back, and closed his eyes to hide all the emotions in his eyes.

The prince asked Mo Hanshang to take the pulse of Emperor Yongzhao, recorded the pulse in person with extreme filial piety, served him to drink the decoction to help him sleep, and tucked the quilt for him.

After walking out of the curtain, he grabbed Nan Ruo's hand and almost hurriedly stumbled into the next door. As soon as the door was closed, he seemed to lose all strength and fell down, trembling all over.

Nan Ruo quickly hugged him and knelt down on the ground, comforting him along his back: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm..."

In exchange, the prince tightly hugged him, as if he was going to be embedded in his body.

"You..." The words I wanted to say swirled on the tip of my tongue, and finally said, "I am different from my father."

Nan Ruo's heart skipped a beat.

The prince didn't say anything more, and when he calmed down, he released him, took a deep look at him and left, there were still many things waiting for them outside, and tonight was just the beginning.

Nan Ruo returned to Emperor Yongzhao's bedside and guarded him until dawn. When he woke up, he said softly, "Your Majesty, please write an imperial decree to the minister."