Evening.

A misty drizzle fell from the sky, enveloping the surrounding landscape in a wet mist.

Zhu Jishi found himself sitting silently on the stone bench, in a gloomy mood, holding an antique tea cup in his trembling hands.

A sound of footsteps sounded, and a middle-aged man dressed in elegant cyan silk clothes, who seemed to have a bald head from the front, with an elegant face, but a murderous aura in his eyebrows, slowly walked up to Zhu Jishi and sighed softly under the support of several subordinates wearing Qing Dynasty official uniforms.

With a bang, the teacup in Zhu Jishi's hand fell on the ground of the bluestone slab and shattered. An indescribable fear and hatred suddenly welled up in his heart.

He slowly stood up, looked at the middle-aged man, and suddenly scolded: "Traitor! What did the Ming Dynasty lose to you? What did my father and son lose to you? Will I have a fate? ”

The middle-aged man said lightly: "Zhu Cixuan, the Ming Dynasty did not fail me, and your father and son did not fail me, but they lost the country, your father is the king of the dead country, you are the prince of the dead country, what else is there to say?" ”

Zhu Jishi snorted coldly: "Da Ming will not die!" Because the Ming Dynasty still has descendants overseas, one day he will lead the army back to take the life of the dog......"

As he spoke, he saw the middle-aged man wave his hand, and a rope suddenly wrapped around Zhu Jishi's neck, tightening it tighter and tighter...... Zhu Jishi stretched out his hand, like a helpless drowning man, trying to grasp a straw that didn't exist at all. And then all in vain......

"Jason ......"

"Jason ......"

A beautiful and pure voice, as if it were a stream of clear water, called his English name.

"Jason!"

Zhu Jishi woke up in shock, his back was covered with cold sweat, wet and cold. He was stunned for a moment before he recognized the small, warm room in front of him.

The dim light and shadow of the lamp shone on the white arms. Zhu Jishi turned his face, the corners of his mouth hooked, and he barely smiled.

Ye Yiren blinked his big translucent eyes and smiled playfully: "You have been shaking, sweating a lot, and shouting...... Jason, are you having that dream again? ”

Zhu Jishi didn't make a sound, just hugged his girlfriend tightly.

The same dreams began in his middle school days.

However, at that time, Zhu Jishi was still a nerd who didn't listen to things outside the window and only read books, and almost put all his energy into studying, and he wouldn't think about it for a boring dream at all. With such hard work and a little cleverness, Zhu Jishi was admitted to the Department of Basic Medicine of a well-known medical school in China, and after five years of hard study, he got the opportunity to study for a master's degree at the Mannheim Medical School of Heidelberg University in Germany. I also met my current girlfriend Ye Yiren at the Mannheim Medical School, and shared with her this strange dream that I have been doing for nearly ten years.

Ye Yiren is just like her name, she looks like a bird, has fair skin, and has a pair of big eyes that reveal spirits, and if she has a pair of pointed ears, she is a living elf. Although she is not a beauty, she also belongs to the kind of cute little girl. The family background is far better than Zhu Jishi, her parents are both expert doctors in Shanghai big hospitals, just such a baby daughter, as soon as she graduated from high school, she was sent to Germany to study - in contrast, Zhu Jishi is just an ordinary family from a small city in Guangdong, and she spent all her parents' savings to go to Germany to study for a master's degree with a scholarship.

However, Ye Yiren didn't pay much attention to reading, thinking about some strange things all day long, what kind of crossing, what kind of soul, what kind of rebirth. Since Zhu Jishi met her, Ye Yiren often talked to him about boring novels, movies, and TV series.

After learning about Zhu Jishi's strange dream, he actually went to check the historical materials on the Internet, and then told him seriously, "Do you know? In your previous life, it is very likely that Zhu Cixuan, the son of Zhu Youlang, the emperor of Yongli in the Southern Ming Dynasty, was strangled by order of Wu Sangui, and was only 15 years old when he died, and he also had the nickname of a mournful prince. Legend has it that Zhu Cixuan and his descendants went into exile under the protection of his confidant ministers, preparing to make a comeback one day to restore the Ming Dynasty. By the way, Jason, you are also surnamed Zhu, and you still have such strange dreams, could it be the descendant of Zhu Cixuan? ”

A 15-year-old Xiao Zhengtai already has descendants? I don't know if heaven and earth are making up nonsense or if Ye Xiaoelf is thinking nonsense. But then again, how can I keep having such boring dreams? Is it because the psychological pressure is too much? It seems that after the New Year, I will have to find a European female classmate who studies psychology for a good consultation.

"Jason, don't be in a daze, get dressed and help me pack my things, I have to catch a plane back to China today." The petite Ye Yiren had already gotten up and was getting dressed. "Bring my little medicine box, my throat seems to be a little inflamed......"

"It's just a small inflammation, don't take antibiotics indiscriminately." Zhu Jishi picked up the medicine box on the bedside table and opened it, and frowned: "There are a lot of messy things, as well as sutures, gloves and scalpels!" Knives are not allowed on the plane. ”

"Oh, I forgot, get the knife out...... By the way, bring my "Surgery" textbook with me and put it in my backpack, I will review my homework on the plane. ”

"Revision schoolwork? Wow, Miss Ye also has a time to work? ”

"Hmph, what's that? Miss Ben has always studied hard and xiangshang every day. ”

Four hours later, Zhu Jishi and Ye Yiren had boarded a flight to Shanghai. However, Ye Yiren did not study his homework on the plane, and the backpack containing textbooks and some other miscellaneous things was simply thrown to Zhu Jishi. She herself took out her iPad and read her favorite boring time-traveling novel when she turned it on, and Zhu Jishi was drowsy holding Miss Ye's schoolbag.

"Jason, why do you sleep as soon as you get on the plane?" Ye Yiren probably thought the novel was a bit boring and decided to tease Zhu Jishi. "Come, play a witty quiz, if you suddenly wake up one morning and find yourself in the Qing Dynasty, what are you going to do?"

Zhu Jishi smiled, "Of course I want to be a doctor, my dream since I was a child is to be a doctor." ”

Ye Yiren flattened his mouth and snorted softly, "Just look at your name to know whether being a doctor is your ideal or your parents' ideal." ”

Zhu Jishi scratched his head, "What can you be if you are not a doctor?" I've been studying medicine for six years. Besides, I won't make a living in other ways, do I go to the Qing Dynasty to farm? ”

Ye Yiren thought for a while, "Shouldn't there be a rebellion in the Qing Dynasty?" There is a famous saying on the Internet: Wear a clear and do not rebel, a chrysanthemum set of electric drills. ”

"Haha, chrysanthemum set electric drill, this is interesting. But I'm just a student of medicine, not politics and military science, how can I rebel? Have you ever heard of a doctor rebelling? ”

"Yes, didn't Sun Yat-sen study medicine?"

"Well, it seems that there is such a thing, but rebellion seems to be quite expensive, so you should get rich first."

"And then?"

"Of course, it's to marry a wife and start a family! Haven't you heard of the saying that you will get rich, start a family, govern the country, and level the world? And it seems that the Qing Dynasty could marry many wives...... Oh, Yiren, why are you pinching me? ”

Just when the two of them were joking, suddenly the fuselage shook slightly, as if encountering an air current. Then I heard the captain's voice coming from the loudspeaker, "The plane encounters air currents, please fasten your seat belts and do not leave your seats." ”

Zhu Jishi and Ye Yiren have encountered such a scene many times, so they are not panicked. Ye Yiren put his face on the window, looked at the rolling clouds outside, and whispered: "I always feel that your dream is not so simple, maybe there is really some fate......

She turned her head, took out a milky white jade pendant from her pocket and handed it to Zhu Jishi, "Jason, there's something I've always wanted to tell you. You see this jade pendant, it is my father's collection, it is engraved with dragon patterns, and there is a compilation-style Xuanzi, this jade pendant may belong to your previous life. ”

Zhu Jishi said angrily: "It's the same as the truth, is it difficult to make April Fool's Day today?" ”

As he spoke, the plane seemed to plunge headlong into a black hole, all the lights went out in an instant, and no light came in from the window. All the passengers screamed, the flight attendants were busy calming down, and the scene was chaotic.

After a while, the plane finally returned to normal, passed through the black clouds that seemed to appear out of thin air, and all the lights came back on. Ye Yiren breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and suddenly exclaimed again.

"Jason! Zhu Jishi! Oh my God, why are you missing? ”

She suddenly found that there was a soldier in a blue military uniform sitting on the seat next to her, looking like an Oriental, and she didn't know which country it was?

"Who are you, sir? How are you sitting in my boyfriend's seat? ”

The soldier understood Chinese, seemed to be stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked at Ye Yiren for a while, "Miss, my name is Luo Yaoguo, I am a captain of the Chinese Imperial Air Force, this seat is mine, I will sit here as soon as I get on the plane." ”

"What do you say? This seat is obviously Zhu Jishi's! Where is Zhu Jishi? Ye Yiren's eyes widened, staring at the officer named Luo Yaoguo in front of him, and the more he looked at it, the more strange he felt.

Luo Yaoguo shook his head, suddenly thought of something, frowned, and said, "Miss, who did you just say is sitting in this seat?" ”

"Zhu Jishi, he's my boyfriend!"

"Zhu Jishi!? There aren't many people who have this name. Luo Yaoguo smiled, took out a one-dollar bill from his pocket, pointed to the avatar on it and said, "Miss, your boyfriend won't be his old man, right?" ”

"This, this, this ......" Ye Yiren took the banknote and looked at it, and the avatar printed on it was an elderly Zhu Jishi. Miss Ye was stunned for a while, unable to even say a word.