Three Kingdoms, I'm really not a general!

Chapter 665: He is really a super rich second generation! (Finale)

Changan.

Weiyang Palace.

Spring night.

It was snowing heavily outside the palace. Icicles were hanging from the eaves of the Weiyang Palace, making slight crisp sounds in the cold wind.

Liu Chan was wearing a fox fur coat, holding a silk book that had just been sent by a speedboat from Fuso, his fingertips trembling slightly.

"The King of Fuso...is dead?"

He murmured, his voice so soft that it was almost swallowed by the sparks in the charcoal brazier.

At the foot of the stairs, General Jiang Wei, who was already fifty years old, bowed his head in silence. The flickering candlelight in the hall made the shadow between his brows even deeper.

The sadness on that face was beyond words.

"Your Majesty, the Fusang envoy said that King Xing was still holding the banner of our Han Dynasty before his death, and he left a will to be buried on the cliff facing Chang'an so that he could look at his homeland."

Liu Chan stared blankly at the words on the silk book. In a trance, the legend of the man who came from Lingling and became the ruler of a region emerged before his eyes.

"I..." His throat rolled and he suddenly felt a dull pain in his chest and was unable to speak for a while.

After a long time, Liu Chan slowly stood up and walked to the bronze lamp tree beside the hall.

In fact, Liu Chan heard most of the stories about Xing Daorong from his father.

However, after hearing so many of his heroic stories, I naturally respect him very much.

"Pass on the order." Liu Chan took a deep breath, his voice hoarse and deep, "Fusang King Xing Daorong, throughout his life, has been devoted to the Han Dynasty. Now that he has passed away in Fusang, I am deeply saddened..."

He paused, tears seemed to glisten in his eyes, but they were suppressed by the majesty of the emperor.

"He was posthumously named 'Loyal and Martial King', and according to the etiquette of the princes, a tomb was built in Chang'an, and he was enshrined in the Martial Temple."

Jiang Wei nodded repeatedly and bowed deeply: "Your Majesty... obeys your order."

That night, bells and drums rang in Chang'an and the whole city was in mourning.

Liu Chan stood alone on the high platform of the Weiyang Palace, looking at the night sky in the southeast.

That is the direction of the sea, the direction of Fusang, and also the direction where the Han legend Xing Daorong finally rests.

...

The next day, Xing Daorong's death was initially just a rumor among the people.

It is said that Fuso's merchant ships hoisted white flags when they docked.

When the government notice was posted on the bulletin board on Suzaku Street, with black letters and red seal clearly written on it - "Fuso Zhongwu King Xing Daorong passed away" - the entire Chang'an City suddenly became quiet.

The old man selling Hu Bing's hands shook, and the freshly-baked sesame cakes rolled into the snow pile; the storyteller's wake-up stick in the tavern was hanging in the air, and in the end he could not be photographed.

People began to hang up white lanterns spontaneously.

Several veterans braved the snow and placed a jar of wine on the stone steps outside the ancestral hall.

The oldest one-armed man took out a rusty Lingling military badge and said, "In the past, when we were fighting the Nanman, we were defeated and surrounded. It was General Xing who brought his personal soldiers back to fight us..."

Before he could finish his words, his companion interrupted him: "Brother, you got it mixed up! That's General Zhao Yun!"

Everyone was stunned, and suddenly burst into laughter, and their eyes turned red as they laughed.

They finally opened the jar of wine, poured half of it to the south, and drank the other half themselves.

The children in Yongningfang made a crooked statue of a general out of snow and inserted tree branches into it to act as a big axe.

The little girl in the green jacket imitated adults in her baby voice: "Grandpa Xing is a general in heaven!"

Suddenly, the sound of a clapper was heard at the entrance of the alley. The night watchman did not drive them away for the first time. Instead, he took out a piece of malt sugar from his arms and gently placed it at General Xue's feet.

The most touching thing were the students of the Imperial College.

These young people who read the books of sages actually gathered outside the Anshang Gate during curfew, each holding a plain paper lantern.

The candlelight formed a galaxy, illuminating the snow on the city wall with a warm glow. Someone was singing Qin Feng: Wu Yi in a low voice, and gradually, the whole Zhuque Street was filled with the desolate tune of "I don't say I have no clothes, I will share my robe with you."

At three quarters past midnight, the heavy snow suddenly stopped.

The white lanterns all over the city reflected the light of the snow, as if the Milky Way from the sky was pouring down to the earth.

The old night watchman rubbed his eyes and clearly saw a crack in the clouds. A meteor streaked across the sky and fell towards the southeast sea.

The next morning, people found that all the memorial objects were gently covered by snow, as if even God was lamenting the departure of the Han Dynasty's number one general.

...

"call…"

As soon as Xing Daorong opened his eyes, he realized something was wrong.

"This...where is this?" The crystal chandelier above his head made him dizzy.

He subconsciously tried to touch his axe, but missed. He looked down and found himself wearing a silky black nightgown, lying on a large bed that could accommodate five people.

"Master, are you awake?"

An old butler in uniform pushed the door open, holding a gilded tray with steaming ginseng tea on it.

"The ancestral worship ceremony will start in half an hour. The master said that if you are late again, your credit card will be suspended for the next month."

Xing Daorong: “…???”

He jumped off the bed and rushed to the floor-to-ceiling mirror - in the mirror was a young man in his early twenties, with sharp eyebrows, bright eyes and a tall figure.

Only his eyes still had the arrogant look he had in Lingling.

"What!"

"I...I became my own descendant?"

...

Half an hour later, Xing Daorong was surrounded by a group of servants and came to the family ancestral hall.

The moment he pushed the door open, his knees almost gave out and he fell to his knees.

In the center of the ancestral hall, there is a huge portrait hanging. The person in the painting is wearing golden armor and a red robe, holding a big axe, with eyes like lightning and looking majestic.

The gold-plated plaque below the portrait reads: [General of the Han Dynasty, Lord Xing Daorong, the Loyal and Martial King of Fuso]

"What are you standing there for? Get down on your knees!"

A stern rebuke came from behind.

Xing Daorong turned around and saw a middle-aged man in a well-dressed suit staring at him. "You always procrastinate during ancestral worship. Are you worthy of our ancestors?"

Xing Daorong's mouth twitched: "I...I am sorry to the ancestors?"

The ancestor worship ceremony begins.

"One bow——" the master of ceremonies sang loudly.

Xing Daorong knelt down reluctantly, complaining in his heart: "I kowtow to myself, what's the big deal?"

"Two bows—"

The cousin who was kneeling beside him whispered, "Brother, I heard that when our ancestor was just starting out in Lingling, he was the one who dared to challenge Zhuge Liang!"

Xing Daorong: “…”

Nonsense, that’s me!

“Three bows—”

When his forehead touched the carpet for the third time, a strange wind suddenly blew in the ancestral hall.

Xing Daorong in the portrait seemed to blink, and a cold light flashed from the axe.

Xing Daorong looked up suddenly and discovered that the bronze wine cup on the altar was actually an old item he used in Fuso!

It's really amazing!

It turns out that after all the effort I put in, I actually traveled through time and space and became my own descendant after death!
What the hell is this!
Xing Daorong felt like he was possessed by a ghost. He traveled through time and space to become his own descendant and a super rich second generation...

I always feel like I haven't gotten any advantage.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard a familiar voice that was about to be forgotten coming to my ears.

"Boy!"

"I have done everything I promised you, and you are still scheming me!"

"It seems like you, the second-generation rich man, have given up thinking about it. It's time for you to suffer again!"

Xing Daorong was shocked and was about to say no.

Fortunately, it seemed that the old thief was just joking.

But he said: "Okay, okay, just live your life as a rich second generation peacefully!"

After that, the voice in Xing Daorong's ear disappeared.

Only the life of a super rich second-generation is waiting for Xing Daorong!

...

PS: A new book will be online tomorrow - Lu Bu, a copy of Romance of the Three Kingdoms sent from heaven.

(End of this chapter)