The fake daughter lives in a haunted house, begging for mercy

"But it's not impossible."

Shi Ling thought about it carefully, she already recognized her adoptive father anyway, so it didn't matter if she had one more person. She was about to use her Fangtian painted halberd again when she heard Yu Chen interrupt hastily: "That's not what I meant. "

Shi Ling took back Fang Tian's painted halberd and said, "Oh, okay."

Yu Chen:? Why does this tone sound a little disappointing? But even if it’s disappointing!

He didn't want to be like Xi Jin.

The young man in black robe on the side was beaten by Shi Ling until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He was gnawing on the sweet cake with tears in his eyes. He was about to take the opportunity to escape, but Shi Ling reached out and grabbed his collar and pulled him back.

"You owe my friend money and you just want to leave like this?"

The young man in black robe turned around and smiled, "Sister, no, I'm thirsty and want to find some water to drink. We are all compatriots. Talking about money hurts our feelings."

Shi Ling smiled: "You and I are not compatriots. I am a human being, who are you?"

The young man in black robe suppressed his smile and said to himself: I didn't expect this violent little girl to be able to see that he was unusual. Sure enough, even if the tiger falls and the sun falls, it can't conceal his aura of an emperor and nobleman.

He held his head high and released his domineering aura, "Yes, I am not a human being, I am the True Dragon Emperor. Have you ever heard of Emperor Yongle? My English name is Judy."

Shi Ling smiled and asked, "Have you ever heard of Qin Shihuang? My English name is Swan."

The young man in black robe frowned and stared at Shi Ling for a while, then shook his head: "No way, my brother Zheng can never be a soft girl."

Shi Ling crossed his arms and raised his chin at Yu Chen, "Do you believe he is Emperor Yongle, or do you believe I am Qin Shihuang?"

Yu Chen said without hesitation: "I believe you."

The young man in black robe: "..." Okay, you are noble and treat me as a part of your play.

Shi Ling glanced at him proudly: "I have studied history, and Emperor Yongle was not that young when he died. Tell me, are you an unworthy descendant who has no shame in showing others your true name and pretends to use the name of your ancestor? Look at you living abroad. , died quite young, could it be that he was a foreign student from Wa Ci, the God of War of the Ming Dynasty, and his name was the Emperor?"

The young man in black robe pointed at Shi Ling with wide eyes, "Sister, you can spend your money carelessly, but you can't speak carelessly. You can say that I am not a good emperor, but I would rather die than surrender. After all, I have achieved the goal of being an emperor who guards the country and a king who dies for the country."

Shi Ling suddenly realized: "No wonder the dragon's energy is so thin. It turns out that he is the king who has lost his energy and has perished."

Hearing the words "king of the country's subjugation", Zhu Youjian became angry: "The Ming Dynasty perished in Chongzhen, the actual perished in Wanli, and the first perished in Jiajing. No matter how you say it, it is not my fault alone."

Shi Ling gave a thumbs up: "Awesome, a filial son."

Forget about the comments of future generations, Zhu Youjian himself said that the whole room burst into laughter.

Zhu Youjian still looks angry when he thinks about it: "Besides, if the officials hadn't misled me, why would I have led the traitors to the capital!"

Shi Ling is not a historian, so he will not comment on the merits and demerits of this subjugated king, but one thing is almost universally acknowledged: "Anyway, your emperors are almost all weird."

Zhu Youjian carefully thought about his ancestors in the past generations, but he couldn't refute it.

Shi Ling was a little curious about this, "But you are just a lonely ghost now, how could you condense into a physical entity and go abroad?"

"Of course God took pity on me. Seeing that I was born at the wrong time, he gave me a chance to be reborn and let me restore the Ming Dynasty... Ouch, sister, if you let go, my ears will disappear!" Zhu Youjian was grabbed by Shi Ling's ears. , howling in pain. Shi Ling let go of him and took out Zhang Leihuo Talisman from his pocket. Thunder and lightning flashed on his fingertips. "When I am abroad, I read a lot of domestic interesting articles. If you continue to make up stories, I will blast you to the sky." .”

Zhu Youjian secretly glared at Shi Ling full of resentment, but he was naturally afraid of the thunder and fire talisman in Shi Ling's hand, so he could only swallow his anger and say: "It's a long story."

Shi Ling: "Then keep your story short."

Zhu Youjian put his hands in his sleeves, glanced at Shi Ling, and shrank his neck: "It can't be shorter. I had my hair covered with my face and let the thieves cut my body apart, but I didn't expect that they would be buried properly in the Ming Tombs. I I have no face to see my ancestors, and my soul is wandering everywhere. Maybe I just escaped the bad luck. Anyway, I didn't reincarnate.

Later, when I was passing by the Yongling Mausoleum, I was curious whether the Jiajing ancestors had buried the Yongle Grand Ceremony with them, so I ventured to take a look. Unexpectedly, my consciousness suddenly disappeared. I thought my soul would disperse if I drifted for too long. Unexpectedly, when I woke up again, my soul would be stuck to the Yongle Ceremony. "

Shi Ling: "Maybe your ancestor thinks that you look more like the Yongle Dadian. He sees you more like the Yongle Dadian."

Zhu Youjian: "..."

He pushed his long, disheveled hair to both sides and looked up at the sky, "Later, the Yongle Ceremony and many grave objects were brought outside the Ming Tombs by grave robbers. In the chaotic times of the late Qing Dynasty, foreign powers invaded, and the Yongle Ceremony was brought to the Bai Kingdom by missionaries from the Bai Kingdom. , At this point, what I see when I raise my eyes are mountains and rivers and foreign lands.”

This is why he hates missionaries.

"I attached myself to the Yongle Grand Ceremony, and I read it carefully when I had nothing to do. I gained a lot of insights into the past, and actually cultivated it into a physical form. I thought I could attain Taoism and become an immortal, but I didn't expect it to stop here. There is no trace of it. My cultivation level is empty, I look like a human being or a ghost, and I wander around hungry all day long." When he said this, Zhu Youjian couldn't help crying bitter tears.

Shi Ling comforted him: "This can be considered a return to one's ancestors."

Zhu Youjian: "...Sister, do you think you are very humorous?"

Shi Ling glanced at him, and Zhu Youjian felt the pain where he had just been beaten, and immediately laughed repeatedly: "Hahaha, I think it's quite humorous."

Shi Ling reached out to him and waved, "I heard that the Yongle Canon is still incomplete. The copies are scattered in many countries, and the original is missing. Which volume is it in your hand? Show me."

Zhu Youjian snorted: "Of course what I have in my hand is the complete original. I wanted to show it to you before but you didn't, but now you want to see it and I have to show it to you?"

Shi Ling stared at him and stretched his muscles.

Zhu Youjian: "Hahaha, of course, who makes you my sister! Sister, there are more than 20,000 volumes of the canon, which is too much. If you want to read them all, I have to show my true form. But I can take a few Let me show you the roll."

As he spoke, he took out a volume of withered yellow books from his sleeve and handed it to Shi Ling.

Yongle Dadian is an encyclopedia, including a subset of classics and history, astronomy and geography, yin and yang medical divination, and monk and Taoist skills. Only four percent of copies survive.

What Shi Ling saw at this moment was the yin and yang medical divination part.

On the withered yellow scroll, there are square lines of Song-style ink calligraphy. In a trance, it seems that you can still see the ancestors holding pens and books under the lamplight.

It was obviously a strange and obscure classical Chinese text, but at this moment Shi Ling felt a strange sense of familiarity when looking at the words.

"Do you understand? This part of the yin and yang metaphysics is the most mysterious part of the Yongle Ceremony. It was when I was looking at this part that I cultivated and condensed the human body. According to legend, this part was collected from folk legends by Brother Zheng in order to live forever. Yes, a few words from Empress Tu, the Mother of the Earth in ancient times." Zhu Youjian said proudly.