After Being Robbed of Everything, She Returns as a Goddess: 788 He is Emperor Yin

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Both of them have experienced history, and it is perfect for them to film a historical dialogue variety show like "The Treasure of the Great Summer" face to face.

Director Qin felt that his life as a director had reached an unprecedented peak, and he felt elated for a moment.

Si Fuqing was a little surprised: "Your Majesty...ahem, Ninth Brother, what are you going to write?"

Yu Xiheng lowered her eyelashes and smiled softly: "I recalled some things, which are very suitable for use in variety shows."

Perhaps when he died, he was already inextricably entangled with modern society.

Otherwise, how could he have such a real dream before he died.

It was exactly the same as the Daxia he saw now.

"Director Qin, don't worry. If anyone is more suitable for writing scripts than me, it's Brother Ninth." Si Fuqing looked serious, "Please be prepared."

Director Qin waved his hand nonchalantly: "It's done. At most, we have found Emperor Yin's tomb. I understand."

Is it possible that something shocking could happen?

He took out a new version of Sisi brand Suxiao Jiuxin pills and ate a few like jelly beans.

Then he ordered the publicity personnel to start a new round of publicity across the entire network.

Director Qin thought happily.

When the new issue of "Daxia Treasure·Yinhuang Chapter" comes out, it will be scary no matter what.

**

Here, Si Fuqing and Yu Xiheng left Daxia Terrace and embarked on the road to the Thousand Army Alliance.

On the way, Si Fuqing tried to write down her experience as a military advisor on her mobile phone, but found that there was only a blank.

She sighed.

As expected, she couldn't take the initiative to write out the history she had experienced.

Only after Yu Xiheng guessed it, she could continue to follow the topic he mentioned.

Yu Xiheng suddenly called her: "Qingqing."

Si Fuqing raised his head: "Huh?"

His eyes locked on hers tightly: "You have traveled through time many times, won't it cause harm to your body?"

Si Fuqing was startled: "Not yet, but if there is some damage, it will be worth it."

If she had not traveled through time by chance, she would not have been able to obtain the Mo family's lost secret weapon map.

It is even more impossible to force Ji Chunyuan to practice the art of yin and yang and the five elements, so as to avert the disaster of the Ji family and protect the people of Dongzhou from danger forever.

Da Xia's luck has been restored, and it's all worth it.

Yu Xiheng's lips pursed slightly, and he touched her head with a gentle movement: "I don't want you to get hurt."

"I know." Si Fuqing also stood on tiptoes and patted his head, "Brother Ninth, think on the bright side, what if "Eternity" is here to help us?"

Yu Xiheng sighed and said lightly: "I just don't want to place my hopes on a game."

He held her hand and she followed him through the main entrance of the Thousand Army Alliance.

As soon as I entered, I heard the sound of metal.

Following the source of the roaring sound, we arrived at the armory of the Thousand Army Alliance.

The Dragon Bird Sword is suddenly in the center, and the whole body exudes an aura of joy.

Si Fuqing raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "No wonder His Majesty never enters through this door when entering the Thousand Army Alliance. It turns out that once you enter, your identity will be exposed."

"Well." Yu Xiheng slowly held the Dragon Bird Sword. He was silent for a moment, "I am no longer Emperor Yin. I don't want their attitude towards me to change. We all have goals and tasks. It’s the same.”

Protect the huge empire of Daxia.

Yu Xiheng suddenly smiled: "Qingqing, touch and see?"

Si Fuqing took it.

Miraculously, the Dragon Bird Sword did not escape from her hand, but stayed safely in her palm.

She could feel the sword ringing gently.

Yu Xiheng smiled: "Dragon Bird is greeting you."

Si Fuqing touched it again and blinked: "It's so considerate."

"According to you, Longque follows me to conquer the world and is a loyal CP fan of Yintian." Yu Xiheng thought thoughtfully, "But it accepted you, so it is now a CP fan with selfish desires?"

Si Fuqing: "...your character has collapsed again!"

Yu Xiheng’s eyebrows moved slightly: “I don’t have a set personality. I can change whatever the girl wants me to be.”

"Brother Ninth, I want to ask you to do me a favor." Si Fuqing thought for a while and said, "I want to ask you to write something in your original handwriting."

After speaking, she said meaningfully: "As expected, you even changed your handwriting."

If not, she would have recognized it long ago.

"I have to be cautious." Yu Xiheng took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone and asked her, "What to write?"

Si Fuqing slowly said: "Some words for Wen Changyi."

**

Daxia Dynasty.

It’s the hot summer of July now.

Wen Changyi is like a wisp of wind, drifting uncertainly.

During this time he came to Nanzhou.

Nanzhou has a hot climate but beautiful scenery.

Wen Changyi became very interested in poetry and immediately wrote many poems.

While he was writing poetry on the boat, the ship's plank made a sound.

Looking up again, there was already a figure on the boat where one person was living alone.

When Wen Changyi saw Si Fuqing, he blinked at first, then smiled and said: "This is the third time that the young master has come to see me. Could it be that he has found many more poems?"

"No." Si Fuqing walked over and sat down cross-legged, "I'm here to tell Mr. Wen that His Majesty Emperor Yin knows about your three regrets in life."

She slowly took out a letter and smiled slightly: "I asked Your Majesty to write a letter to Mr. Wen. Maybe Mr. Wen can read it?"

Wen Changyi, such a free and easy person, was shocked to the spot.

If someone else said this, he would just think it was a lie.

But the young master in front of me is different.

They are people from the future.

Wen Changyi reluctantly regained consciousness and said in a hoarse voice: "Who do you think wrote the letter to me?"

"It's Your Majesty." Si Fuqing blinked, "Mr. Wen, put it away."

Wen Changyi wiped his hands quickly and took the letter with an extremely pious gesture.

The envelope is still warm.

He carefully took out the letter and unfolded it.

The words on the paper are like dragons and phoenixes dancing and penetrating into the wood.

[The gentleman did not carry a three-foot sword to achieve immortal achievements, but his poems will remain in history and will last for thousands of years, so there is no regret. 】

This short sentence shocked Wen Changyi.

He looked over and over, his fingers trembling: "This word is Your Majesty..."

No...it's absolutely impossible!

Emperor Yin has been dead for two years.

He wrote very few articles, all of which are included in the palace treasury.

Wen Changyi did not remember that Emperor Yin had ever written such words.

And this ink has clearly just dried.

But this is clearly the word of Emperor Yin!

In an instant, Wen Changyi thought of many things.

He suddenly raised his head: "You came to see His Majesty first, and then came to find me. Then Your Majesty..."

"Mr. Wen, this may be the last time we meet." Si Fuqing smiled and clasped her fists at him, "I wish Mr. Wen a bright future and a safe journey."

**

The real world.

Morning.

Si Fuqing opened the game cabin and stretched: "It's done."

Yu Xiheng turned his head: "How?"

Si Fuqing held his chin: "You, a big idol, wrote to him, and he was so moved that he almost cried."

Yu Xiheng paused and suddenly raised his eyebrows: "What about you?"

Si Fuqing turned her head and didn't look at him: "What are you doing? I've already cried."

Yu Xiheng remembered the day she came to him crying.

There seems to be some new clues coming together.

The phone rang.

Yu Xiheng came to his senses: "Chairman Gu’s phone call."

Si Fuqing pressed the hands-free button.

"Disciple, what a great thing!" Gu Huiyan's beaming voice came from the microphone, "Just now there was news from Nanzhou that we found several excellent poems, all of which were written about His Majesty Emperor Yin. ”

"Wen Changyi is indeed a loyal lover of His Majesty Emperor Yin, and has written so many poems for him."

Si Fuqing: "..."

Oops, how could she accidentally change history again? !

Yu Xiheng raised his hand and tapped her forehead lightly: "Let's go, I've finished writing the script."

Si Fuqing finished washing up: "Here we come."

**

Daxia Terrace.

Early in the morning, Director Qin rubbed his hands and sat at the door to wait.

Seeing Si Fuqing approaching, he immediately greeted him: "Teacher Si."

Si Fuqing dragged the Dragon Bird Sword out from behind: "Dangdang! Director Qin, look quickly."

"This, this is..." Director Qin couldn't help but his eyes widened, "You went back in time and brought back all the swords of Emperor Yin?"

Si Fuqing: "..."

What kind of person is she in Director Qin’s eyes?

Will she do this?

Si Fuqing said politely: "Director Qin, maybe you can have another guess?"

"Another guess?" Director Qin was stunned, "Oh, so you coerced His Majesty Yin to give it to you? Remember to give it back."

Si Fuqing said again: "..."

If you don’t explain it, the more you explain it, the more confusing it will be.

"Anyway, this must be true." Director Qin lowered his voice, "I just heard that Wen Changyi has released a new poem. Is it Teacher Si's doing?"

Si Fuqing sighed: "We are going to be hunted down by the student party again."

On the other hand, the screenwriter was very surprised: "Mr. Yu, does this script mean that Mr. Si should dress up as a man?"

Good morning~

Drop the horse, let her fall!

(End of this chapter)