Historical records:

The day the new emperor ascended the throne.

Yan King Shen Hanchuan rebelled.

Fu Yan defended the imperial city, had the merit of following the dragon, and after the court was stabilized, he was named prime minister.

is young, he is already above 10,000 people under one person, and his future is limitless!

But only those who were present that day knew that the cold-faced Prime Minister Fu, who turned his hands into clouds and covered his hands for rain in the future, hugged the woman who had lost his breath on that day, looked up to the sky and cried bitterly, scolding the world for being unkind. On that day, he personally killed the emperor's favorite concubine. On that day, he killed Shen Hanchuan, the king of Yan.

But so what?

Those people are dead, but my wife, you still can't come back after all!

Fu Yan described her appearance over and over again, with a smile and a smile, and every move, he remembered it clearly.

She forced a brute on his door and demanded that he drug her.

On the mountain, she broke her foot and asked him to carry her down the mountain.

In the ruined temple, she was frightened and threw herself into his arms.

In the Fu Mansion, she snuggled into his arms, breathing shallowly.

While she was asleep, he took her lips in his mouth and tasted it, like a villain stealing incense and jade.

……

In the meantime, Fu Yan couldn't help but hook his lips, the smile was not yet revealed, but his eyes were red, and his heart was so bitter that he almost wanted to cry-

recalled her, she smiled at first, but after laughing, it really hurt so much that she was suffocating!

"Fu Yan, I hurt!"

"I can't accompany you......"

"Take care of yourself."

From twenty weak crowns, to thirty standing, and then to forty without confusion, Fu Yan always remembers that day.

He trembled and hugged the blood-stained woman in his arms, holding it tightly, not daring to let go, as if he was treating the unique treasure in this world, for fear that he would break her if he was not careful.

But even if he was so careful, he couldn't keep her after all!

"Fu Yan......" Her delicate voice seemed to echo in her ears.

The dying old man leaned in front of a lonely grave, ** the tombstone, and whispered helplessly, "Huan'er, are you here to pick me up?" ”

The things in front of us have gradually become unclear, presumably, the deadline is approaching!

The hand on the tombstone slowly fell.

……

Tang Huan looked at the gradually extinguishing image and Fu Yan who gradually disappeared on the screen, did not speak for a long time, and quietly looked at the ceiling.

Sometimes people's luck is so strange.

The proud son of heaven who is favored by the heavens, no matter what he does, he can make a smooth sail, no matter how bad his character is, no matter how miserable he falls, he can make a comeback!

If you are not favored by God, even if you put in a thousand-fold and hundredfold effort, you can't compete with one-ten-thousandth of the luck of the son of luck, at most you can be a villain boss used to set off the ability of the child of luck. Even if you finally have the opportunity to turn the tables and change your fate, you will pay the most painful price, such as being lonely for life......

Cannon fodder and villains never seem to be treated fairly by fate.

Just like herself, it's so hard to even want to live!

The heart is depressed, and it is unspeakably uncomfortable.

Fu Yan lived a miserable life in the second half of his life, seemingly infinitely beautiful, but secretly he was drunk and irritable, like a walking corpse.

[Dear host, I think you're emotionally unstable right now, do you need me to help you erase your memories?] 】

"No, I don't want to forget any of my experiences."

"System, I have completed this task very poorly, obviously I need to support Fu Yan, but he has always been protecting me."

What's more, when she was doing tasks, she had a kind of passable mentality, and saw that Fu Yan was so capable, so she naturally attached herself to him, and only interrupted the possibility of him and the heroine at the right time.

I didn't want to blend in with him, and I didn't learn how to protect him.

That's why in the end, she'll be the one who drags her feet!

"Is the system, the world we experience, real?" Tang Huan asked.

[Of course it's all true.] 】

But she ......

Treat it as fiction from the start.

It's like playing a game, and you don't really pay attention to it.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, if she can spend her life in every world, then why doesn't she live according to her own heart in every world?

Even if in the end, she dies of a terminal illness in her own world, but at least she has lived so many lives without loss, isn't she?

[Host dear, don't you really need to erase your memory? The system asked cautiously.

System ......

[I'm here. 】

"In the coming world, I'll do my best." She will work hard, although she also knows that she is not one of those proud women, just an ordinary cannon fodder, and she may not do well, but at least she will do her best.

Strive to live according to your own heart in every world.

Try to be on your own.

Try not to lag behind.

"I'll do my best!!"

Tang Huan suddenly snorted, and the melancholy painting style just now instantly turned into a convulsion, and the system was almost scared to death by her.

....... My host may not be mentally normal.