In the third year of Jingyan in the Southern Song Dynasty, Leizhou Mansion was on the side of Jiezhou Island.

Antique room, carved dragon and phoenix bed. But at this time, there was a mournful cry like a night cry, "Your Majesty...... Crashed! ”

A group of civil ministers, military generals, palace maids and eunuchs were panicked in an instant, and they cried continuously.

On the dragon bed, Zhao Yu, who was only eleven years old, described him as thin, his eyes were sunken, his face was blue, and he was out of breath.

In front of the bed, Ying'er, the most favored personal maid, knelt tremblingly, and two lines of tears slid down her cheeks silently.

The young emperor is the one who really spoils her.

"Hiss......"

And just when Ying'er was heartbroken, Song Duanzong Zhao Yu, who was already exhausted on the bed, sat up suddenly, his eyes widened, like a corpse.

Li Yuanxiu, the chief eunuch who was howling and crying beside him, was like a rooster who had been choked by the neck, his neck stretched out, and he looked at Zhao Yu who sat up in disbelief, and the sharp voice was instantly stuck in his throat, making a gurgling sound. The few imperial doctors on the side were even more terrifying.

The cries of the room quietly silenced, and an extremely strange atmosphere gradually spread.

A few timid magnates had already pulled their legs and were ready to run outside.

"Fraud...... Cheat...... Fraud ......"

Li Yuanxiu didn't even say a few words of fraud, but he couldn't fully say the word "fraud corpse".

During the Southern Song Dynasty, the theory of ghosts and gods was particularly popular.

"It's ...... Underworld? ”

Zhao Yu's eyes on the bed swept stiffly from everyone in the room, his eyes were full of sadness and hatred.

"Deceived corpse!"

Li Yuanxiu's duck voice finally shouted out this word that was originally a big disapproval, and the house was full of civil, military, and nobles ran out in a panic, screaming endlessly.

Only Ying'er threw herself into Zhao Yu's arms and hugged him tightly, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you are not dead!" ”

Zhao Yu was stunned.

Emperor?

To be precise, it is not Zhao Yu, but Zhao Dongting.

Zhao Dongting looked at the extremely delicate classical beauty who was crying with pear blossoms and rain in his arms, and only felt that his mind was full of mud.

Filming? Cast? What kind of drama is this?

If you swallow too much sleeping pills, shouldn't you die?

can say that this is the underworld, but the soft and warm ketone body of this beauty in her arms is so real. How can a ghost have a body temperature?

"Beauty ......"

Zhao Dongting shouted softly and asked tentatively, "May I ask where this is?" Hengdian Film and Television Base? ”

Ying'er raised her head, her watery eyes were full of doubts and worries, "Your Majesty...... What's wrong with you? This is your dormitory! ”

As for the Hengdian film and television base, she naturally didn't understand it at all.

Zhao Dongting couldn't help frowning, "Beauty, stop acting, let me ask you where is this?" ”

Then he looked at the corners of the house, "Hey, what about the camera?" What about the director? Acting as a deceitful corpse, why did he even run away from the cameraman? ”

Tears flowed out of Ying'er's eyes again, and she knelt down in front of the bed in a panic, "Your Majesty, you, you are seriously ill, could it be that you have suffered a stroke?" ”

Zhao Dongting looked down and saw the snow white that broke free from Ying'er's chest being bound by her chest, and he was even more confused.

He finally sensed something was wrong.

It is impossible to film without a camera and director, and he found that his voice was extremely childish.

"I ......"

"You ......"

He tried to say two more words, his eyes were already full of puzzlement, and then he got out of bed and walked to the bronze mirror in the room, looked into the mirror, and froze completely.

He was already a young man, but at this time, he was a teenager in the bronze mirror, and he looked sick.

Lao Tzu has crossed?

He rubbed his face vigorously, only to feel a hot pain.

Look at your body shape again, even if your face can be changed, can your body still change?

Did Lao Tzu really cross over? And became an emperor?

It took Zhao Dongting a long time to come back to his senses.

started from scratch and created a media company with a valuation of tens of millions, but in the end, he was deceived by his beloved and his good brother and conspired to bankrupt his family, and he was forced by them to swallow a whole bottle of sleeping pills.

Although this is too unbelievable, but his face, figure, and timbre have completely become a child, what else is impossible?

Zhao Dongting turned his head, looked at Ying'er, who was worried and timid, and sighed softly, "You called me...... What the? ”

Ying'er hesitated and replied: "Slave maid, slave maid call you emperor, emperor......"

"What's my name?" Zhao Dongting asked again.

Ying'er buried her head in the ground and said with a crying voice: "The slave doesn't dare to call the emperor by his name. ”

Zhao Dongting waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I won't blame you if I let you say it." ”

After saying that, he suddenly felt a little headache, and a thick exhaustion came up to him, "What kind of sick emperor is this?" ”

He hurriedly moved to the bed and lay down.

Ying'er's beautiful eyes always followed him, and when she saw him lying on the bed, she hurriedly got up and helped him fold the quilt. The five-clawed golden dragon embroidery on the quilt is delicate and elegant, sparkling.

Zhao Dongting still felt that he was quite lucky at this time, although he had become a child and was still sick, but with such a superb maid, he was also considered a beautiful blessing, right?

Looking at Ying'er's beautiful cheeks, he coughed lightly twice, and said, "You haven't answered my question yet!" ”

Ying'er frowned slightly, thinking to herself, "The emperor used to call himself 'I', why has it been changed to 'me' now?" ”

She always felt that although the appearance of the emperor in front of her had not changed from before, there were always some indescribable and inexplicable changes, at least her eyes were different from before.

"The emperor's name is Zhao Yu."

After two seconds of stunned, Ying'er replied softly.

"Zhao Yu?"

Zhao Dongting was not familiar with this name, and his head began to search for this name.

Fortunately, he used to graduate from the Department of History, and although he joined the business world after graduation, he did not forget all the things in the books.

Zhao Yu did not leave a few colors in the ancient long river, far less brilliant than the Qin Emperor and the Han Emperor, was the eighth emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty, one of the three emperors at the end of the Song Dynasty, and hiccups after two years of reign.

"How did you cross over to this hapless little brat?"

Zhao Dongting's surprise disappeared instantly, and a little bitterness appeared in his heart, and then he asked, "What year is it?" ”

Ying'er's eyes were even more puzzled, but she still replied honestly: "Back to the emperor, it's now the third year of Jingyan." ”

"What day and month?"

"April 15."

"it!"

In Ying'er's extremely stunned look, Zhao Dongting scolded indignantly.

On April 15 of the third year of Jingyan, isn't it the day when Song Duanzong Zhao Yu died of illness? I actually crossed over to a dead person.

Moreover, according to historical records, the Southern Song Dynasty was destroyed by the Yuan Dynasty within two years of Jingyan's three years.

Did you cross over or do you have to be killed by the Yuan army?

Zhao Dongting's heart was filled with countless grass and mud horses galloping by, and he asked Ying'er again, "Then here...... Is it the island of Jiezhou? ”

Ying'er knelt on the ground and nodded gently, "The emperor is right." ”

"It's over...... It's over......"

Zhao Dongting was extremely bitter in his heart, and originally hoped that Emperor Cheng could live a comfortable life for decades, but now it seems that he has not been jumping for a few days.

Today's Southern Song Dynasty is at the end of its rope.

Ying'er saw that the emperor didn't speak for a long time, and asked worriedly, "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?" ”

Zhao Dongting came back to his senses, looked at Ying'er's face that was captivating the country and the city, and his eyes couldn't help but light up.

Since Lao Tzu has crossed over, he can't come in vain. Even if it's a ten-minute emperor, it's good to have fun.

He waved his hand and said, "Go and close the door." ”

The eunuchs, royal relatives and nobles who fled in a hurry have not dared to come back yet.

Ying'er was puzzled, but she still took small steps to close the door.

She's so well-behaved.

When she returned to the bed, Zhao Dongting patted the empty space of the bed beside her, "Lie down and serve me...... I rest. ”

"Yes!"

Ying'er responded softly, slowly retreated from Luo's skirt, and lay down next to Zhao Dongting, wrapping her body in the quilt a little shyly.

Zhao Dongting looked at the snow white exposed outside Ying'er's belly pocket, and couldn't help scratching his eyebrows, "Isn't it a bit too much for me to do this?" ”

"No matter! Anyway, Lao Tzu can't cross this trip in vain. ”

After a fierce ideological struggle, his hand slowly groped towards Ying'er's waist and abdomen.

Touched.

The soft touch only made Zhao Dongting's heart feel a strong sense of guilt, but at the same time, he felt extremely stimulated.

Ying'er looks eighteen or nineteen years old, she is not a child anymore, she is originally a bed warmer, so there is nothing wrong with being like this, right?

"The Emperor's ......"

Ying'er's face was flushed, and even her voice began to tremble, her long eyelashes flickered, and her nervous appearance was charming.

Zhao Dongting was silent, and his right hand slowly groped upward.