In the chaos, Bai Song seemed to be having a dream.
I dreamed about the past and present life, the long river of history, the neon lights of the city, and the mechanical punk.
Bai Song tried to wake up from his dream countless times, but he couldn't break free.
I don't know how long it took, but Bai Song vaguely heard someone shouting: "I won, I won! I won the Hwarang!"
Suddenly, Bai Song was excited!
The eyes that had been unable to open suddenly opened!
The first thing you see is the familiar interior of the attic, the four-story tower of your own palace.
There was no one around, only birds were chirping.
Bai Song stood up and was knocked back with a bang.
Only then did Bai Song realize that he was lying in a coffin box with a transparent head.
wrong!
Bai Song felt something was wrong.
This is not a coffin. Even if it is a crystal coffin, it will not be so clear.
There is a piece of glass on the head!
Instead of ordinary glass, the glass contains some kind of fiber. When it was hit and picked up, the glass did not break, but deformed with the impact, and finally returned to its original shape.
The body is made of soft leather, as smooth as silk. The left and right sides are made of metal similar to aluminum alloy. There are fluorescent lamps in a circle inside. The white light is very soft, as if there is no temperature.
There was pure oxygen inside, and Bai Song's breathing was very comfortable and clear.
No, no.
How could Datang have pure oxygen technology?
And everything around him is stuff that far exceeds contemporary technology.
"Could it be that I am in a mysterious space?"
It's definitely not the case. It's obviously the tower of the palace outside.
Bai Song had a splitting headache and found that his body was a mass of charred black, surrounded by carbon black scale-like things. He struggled up, hammered left and right, and shouted: "Is anyone there?"
There was no response, but there was a screeching sound from inside the box, like a deflated rubber ball. A crack appeared in the glass of the box, and then Bai Song quickly pushed the box open and climbed out.
When he got outside, Bai Song held the box and was silent for a while, his thoughts finally returned to the moment when he and Dong Huang died together that night.
"How long has it been?"
An idea flashed through Bai Song's mind, and then he realized that he was not wearing anything, but his skin had become much more supple. An old man in his twenties had as tender flesh as a baby.
There was only the baby's flesh, but no baby's face. It looked strange. The hair was gone and it was very soft.
Just when Bai Song was wondering about the changes in his body, the box next to him finally caught his attention.
Where is the coffin!
It looks a bit like the biological warehouse in the interstellar movie!
Darling, have I traveled to the future again?
Bai Song was stunned. A little maid sweeping the floor stood at the door, staring stupidly at Bai Song...'s naked body.
"ah!"
With a scream, Bai Song came alive!
…
Bai Song is alive!
The palace exploded.
There was another cry, and the orioles and swallows gathered in front of Bai Song.
Only then did Bai Song realize that he had been asleep for more than half a year.
In this dream, Bai Song didn't feel the passage of time. Even when he woke up and saw his family, he didn't feel the passage of time.
The only thing Bai Song saw was the infant children held in the arms of a few old mothers, and Bai Song felt that a long time had really passed.
The young masters and ladies of Beiding Palace were all born.
Xiang'er's daughter is Bai Xiaoqian.
The one facing south is his son, Bai Yulang.
Sangsang's daughter is also a daughter, named Bai Luoxia.
Zhang Yuhan, who was the first to become pregnant, also had a daughter named Bai Nuannuan.
Bai Song was confused at the moment, his mind was on the ladies around him.
He sat like a log, and it took him a long time to remember the name of the newborn girl.
Because I don’t know how much time has passed, I actually don’t have much sympathy for the ladies’ cries.
Bai Song's memory still stayed at the moment before the duel with Donghuang.
Donghuang is dead, but he is still alive. This is the most perfect ending.
Looking back on when I decided to die together, I was somewhat reckless and impulsive.
But that's all for these Yingying Yanyan.
Thinking about it, Bai Song felt a little complacent. He worked hard and listened to them cry for a while.
If you want to cry, just cry. Without Donghuang, the world will be yours from now on.
As the news spread, more and more people came to visit, and even the mansions of adults near the palace immediately sent carriages and horses towards the palace.
In the palace, Li Shimin also left the palace immediately, accompanied by carriages and horses all the way.
When the people saw it, they thought there was a war somewhere, and forced the emperor to ask for a personal expedition.
At this moment, the Yingying Yanyan beside her was crying and laughing, standing quietly aside, looking at her husband-in-law, not knowing what the husband-in-law was thinking.
Bai Song stood at the table, facing a white porcelain bowl with a solemn expression.
Everyone around him moved away, not knowing why.
Suddenly, Bai Song struck down with his palm and shouted: "Ha!"
After a strong gust of wind, the white porcelain bowl did not move at all.
"ha!"
Bai Song drank again, but the white porcelain bowl still didn't move at all.
Then, like a lunatic, Bai Song did Tai Chi, made a restraining posture, let his energy sink into his Dantian, and let out a breath of turbid air.
…
A room full of people, all with question marks.
Some servants whispered: "Isn't the master stupid?"
Gone!
The energy in the body is gone...
Bai Song is really stupid.
There was no trace of Qi left in his body, and there was no movement at all.
Doesn’t it mean that people who have experienced the baptism of heavenly tribulation can become gods?
This bullshit god!
The gods didn't take it seriously, and all their powers were gone.
This is not good news.
Bai Song slumped down on the chair and poured himself a glass of water.
"Ms. sir..."
Xiang'er walked to the side and tried to ask.
Bai Song calmed down and looked back at Xiang'er. Without saying anything, he smiled and held Xiang'er's hand.
"I've been sleeping in that box?"
Xiang'er nodded.
"Where did the box come from?"
"A pink-haired girl sent it. She said it was from An'er and she could guarantee that my husband would recover."
"The girl with pink hair?" Bai Song muttered, and then said, "Where is An'er?"
"An'er left a letter and left half a year ago. I don't know where he went, but he would send a letter back every month asking about his father." Xiang'er thought for a while and asked with some worry, "Mr. You've woken up, then should we go find An'er?"
Bai Song thought for a while, shook his head and said, "An'er will come back when he comes back. That kid can take care of himself."
Until now, Bai Song is a fool if he doesn't know where his son came from.
Judging from the wooden-faced stance in which he fought against Donghuang, he was afraid that his son was even more evil than himself, and that he probably came from the future world.
At this time, the ladies around him saw Bai Song gradually returning to normal, and then they gathered around and asked with concern.
Someone outside announced: "The Emperor has arrived."
