I was reborn after choking on water [Quick Transmigration]

Ye Zhuolin slowly closed the book, took a deep breath, and suddenly smiled, he didn't know whether it was helplessness or disappointment: "My father...how could he be a defected general?"

"It's possible...a coincidence?" Jing Xing snatched the book from Ye Zhuolin's hand, and flipped to the last page again. At this moment, a piece of paper slipped from the book, and Jing Xing quickly caught it, " Um?"

There was actually a piece of paper sandwiched between the last page and the cover, and there was a string of small characters on it. This string of characters was different from the handwriting of the whole book, and it was obvious at a glance that it must have been written by a different person.

"This is His Majesty's words." Ye Zhuolin took the paper in astonishment.

Jing Xing was also stunned: "How could Zhao Feng write officials' records?"

"I don't know, there is no precedent in the past, let's take a look first."

Zhao Feng's handwriting is not ugly, and the content is not too much, just a few words, enough to be glanced over, but it is very difficult for the two of them to read.

"General Ye Qian's rebellion is true, but there is a reason for it. His wife and children were coerced by villains. He wanted to get rid of the threat. He was forced to surrender here. He drank poisonous poison. The first emperor killed him to protect his wife and children."

"General Ye Qian has a son who has been missing for several years. When he was found, he just turned fourteen. His single name is Huan Cong."

According to the rules, the emperor was not allowed to write in the historian's book, so Zhao Feng chose to put the note in it, mixing the past events in an almost childish way, mixed with selfishness, and did not want it to be annihilated.

The ink on the paper has faded, obviously not new, and the characters are crooked and childish. If Ye Zhuolin hadn't known Zhao Feng for a long time, otherwise, no one would have been able to tell that this is today's characters.

"...So, Zhao Feng knew my identity a long time ago." Ye Zhuolin's eyes were firmly fixed on the note, trying to suppress his emotions, as if he didn't care so much, "Then why has he never told me .”

It turned out that the encounter with His Highness the Prince more than ten years ago was not a coincidence.

...Well, His Royal Highness the crown prince, why would he wander out of the palace in idleness for no reason, and even pick up a child and bring him back to the palace.

Jing Xing saw that Ye Zhuolin was talking to himself in confusion, so he didn't answer. Ye Zhuolin was confused for a while, and realized another question: "What about my mother?"

Jing Xing remained silent.

Ye Zhuolin's eyes flickered, he opened his mouth several times, and finally said in an almost pleading tone: "Can you...can you, first remove the restrictions on my spells, I want to check."

Ever since he came to the original world, Jingxing had banned his cultivation to prevent him from using spells and causing backlash.No one thought that it would be useful, let alone that the majestic General Bachi would appear so helpless in the face of his past.

"Brother Ye, don't worry, the technique has backlash, I'm used to it but you can't..." Jing Xing's left hand flickered with a white light, and said with a smile, "Didn't I promise you to use the system to help you check it before, since the ordinary method won't work , it's nothing to move."

Ye Zhuolin took two steps back, very stubborn: "It has nothing to do with you, I will do it myself."

Jing Xing must also be unwilling to agree, and the two of them were so anxious until the historian Youyou woke up and saw a book suspended in mid-air, and almost fainted again, staggered and ran out while shouting: "Yes Ghost!"

"..."

How important a historian is, especially in this kind of place, no mistakes can be made.Hearing the sound, a large number of people rushed over immediately, even though he knew that others could not see him, Ye Zhuolin still couldn't help feeling a little flustered.

What was even more outrageous was that at this moment, a long sound came out from outside the door.

"Your Majesty is here—"

In Nanzhao, the relationship between the emperor and the historian is very complicated. Although the merits and demerits are not for future generations to say, it is like someone drawing a portrait of you and then posting it to introduce you. It is always worried about the merits of the painting. insufficient.

The requirements of the historian are not low. There must be no stains on the ancestors, and they must not get too close to the powerful officials. Therefore, the emperors of all dynasties have chosen historians who try to have a good relationship with themselves within this range, except for Zhao Feng. I picked someone directly from the common people. The five generations of old and young are all pig butchers, and of course they have no intersection with any officials.

Indeed it all fits the bill.

Since Zhao Feng did some unexpected things, no one was willing to explore his modification of the official record book.

Besides, he didn't count as revisions—it was just an insignificant note clipped in the book, and it would never be seen again when the wind blew.

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty?" The historian trembled and took small steps, "You...how did you... just..."

"I passed by and just wanted to read through the contents of the book." Zhao Feng walked forward slowly, "What did you scream just now? A thief has entered?"

"Do not……"

The official historian couldn't speak clearly, probably because he was quite frightened. Zhao Feng frowned, and winked at the guards who followed behind him. Everyone slowly approached the door, but at this moment, behind the bookshelf, he walked out slowly. one person.

Zhao Feng was stunned immediately: "Zhuo Lin?"

"Your Majesty." Ye Zhuolin made a bow, "It's me, I am willing to be punished."

Zhao Feng didn't care about any punishment at all, his eyes were fixed on the official book in Ye Zhuolin's hand, a corner of the paper sandwiched inside was exposed, and ink marks could be vaguely seen.

Ye Zhuolin was expressionless, half of his face was hidden behind the bookshelf, he couldn't see sorrow or joy, only the invisible Jing Xing said something that only he could hear: "Why are you doing this? You are forcing Zhao Feng, that's the emperor, you're...too casual this time."

"No, can he tell me?" Ye Zhuolin chuckled, "The son of the judge, this is not a good title. He has kept it from me for so long. I am very grateful to him, but he obviously knows the truth. I ... want an explanation."

Zhao Feng stood on the spot with his hands behind his back, dragging the hem of a luxurious dragon robe on the ground. After a long silence, Zhao Feng waved his hand behind him. The rest of the people got the signal and retreated consciously. Only the historian whispered : "Your Majesty, it is inappropriate for ordinary officials to enter the library..."

Zhao Feng's eyes seemed to be glued to Ye Zhuolin's body, but his eyes were long and full of nostalgia.

"That's my cousin." Zhao Feng said.

"Biao..." The historian almost sat down on the ground, and everyone behind him was silent, probably dumbfounded.

Ye Zhuolin's pupils shrank, the book in his hand creaked, even Jing Xing was startled.

"Actually... I thought about the unusual relationship between you two." Jing Xing put his hand on the back of Ye Zhuolin's hand, giving him a little warmth, "But I really didn't expect you two to be cousins, no wonder Zhao Feng treats you Zero tolerance, even if you call him stupid, he didn't even convict you hahaha."

"He really feels very kind to me." Ye Zhuolin also stared at Zhao Feng. The two of them were separated by a few meters, and there was always a posture of pinching each other at any time. He found me in the crowd like this, and brought me back to the palace, where he ate and lived with him. The treatment he gave me was comparable to that of the royal family. I suspected something was wrong, but he treated me so well...I couldn’t bear it Investigated."

In fact, even if you want to check, you can't find it.

The door of Zangshu Pavilion was closed at some point, and only the two of them and Zhao Feng were left.

"My...cousin actually didn't intend to tell you about this, it's all harmful but not beneficial."

"No." Ye Zhuolin put the book on the shelf, pulled out the paper, pinched it between his index finger and middle finger, and walked slowly towards Zhao Feng, "You always wanted to tell me, but I was young You didn’t dare to tell me, you were afraid that my nonsense would lead to death, but later on when I became sensible, you still didn’t dare to tell me, because you were afraid that I would rebel.”

Ye Zhuolin stopped one foot in front of Zhao Feng's body, looked straight into his eyes, with a serious expression, even a little crazy, as if he was not talking to his cousin, but facing his enemy, implying Aggressive oppressive connotations.

Zhao Feng wasn't frightened too much. A normal emperor would be more or less annoyed if he was treated so disrespectfully by anyone, but Zhao Feng almost tolerated Ye Zhuolin almost unconditionally. He just said: "Indeed, I don't know what to do at all. Let me tell you, the number one general in the world, your life experience will be found out sooner or later, so I can only write something and put it in the book, if future generations can read it, it will not be in vain for you."

Ye Zhuolin finally put away the expression that made ordinary people feel scared, and smiled a little: "Then why didn't you write it directly in my materials? Instead, it was so vaguely sandwiched in other books. Can you see that this is His Majesty's word? Why... Are you afraid that my identity will be known by others?"

"Your father, he has a bad reputation in Nanzhao." Zhao Feng lowered his voice slightly, "He is a rebel. To be precise, he sentenced the entire army for personal gain, which led to the failure of the entire battle. Zhuo Lin, you are a general, if someone else did this kind of thing, what would you think? What would you do?"

Ye Zhuolin lowered his eyes: "I will vent my anger on the general."

"But what if it's for your wife and children?"

Ye Zhuolin's fingers trembled calmly, and he said flatly: "The same anger."

"You..." Zhao Feng said softly, dumbfounded, "Others must know about this, but not now, but in the future."

"It's not necessary." Ye Zhuolin calmly analyzed the situation like a puppet who had lost his feelings, "In any case, my father will be sentenced. He is not a qualified general, but..."

"what?"

"It's nothing, he's not a qualified father either."

Ye Zhuolin smiled lightly, didn't say anything else, and quickly left the Library Pavilion. Before leaving, he turned his head slightly and said softly: "You have worked hard all these years, Your Majesty Cousin."

Zhao Feng was so choked that he didn't know what to say for a while, until Ye Zhuolin's figure disappeared, and the people who followed him formed a circle one after another, waiting quietly for His Majesty to come out, Zhao Feng dragged on in a daze Stepping back to the bedroom.

"Zhuolin, Uncle... is actually not that bad." Zhao Feng sat on the dragon bed with far-reaching eyes, "It's just... I can't tell you what an excellent father he is."

The author has something to say: The bug was changed at the end of the last chapter, and the timeline was mixed up. When she disappeared, she was not pregnant, but had a baby.