Chapter 1 (1/2)

According to the Tang Dynasty, in the third year of Yonghui, the palace was covered with dark clouds, thunder and lightning, and torrential rain poured down like wind. Eighty one thunder shocked the sky and the earth, and forty-nine lightning were sonorous and bright, just like a golden dragon dancing in the sky above Chang'an city. The first test of the sound of the palace cry, dark clouds scattered, Jinglei silence, golden dragon around the palace three circles into the sky after the rain.

The six senses of a newborn baby, like the memory of the past life, the present life and the ninth life, is slowly pouring into his mind under the irrigation of breast milk.

”The prince! It's in the front room, your majesty The woman panted weakly, her happy face was covered with sweat, and the maid in waiting was carefully wiping it for her.

”I'll go What a mess While sipping sweet * *, while accepting the memory slowly into the mind.

His baby like body obviously can't bear the memory of the first nine generations. In a short time, he has fallen asleep in the arms of a woman.

At the moment when he went to sleep, the young man in the Dragon Robe walked quickly to the couch under the guidance of the maid. He grabbed the woman's hand and said with surprise and excitement, ”it's hard for you to give birth to a prince for me.”

The woman is full of happiness, with deep fatigue on her face. She grabs the man's hand with her backhand and shakes her head with a smile. She looks at the man quietly and caresses the sleeping baby with her fingers.

When he woke up again, he was scared by his cry. He wanted to shout, but he didn't want to cry. The loud cry startled the woman and the maiden. The woman quickly picked him up, held him in her arms, and gently coaxed him with a low voice. While lifting her skirt, the snow-white Gao Ting did not wait for the woman's action, and the baby had automatically stretched out his mouth, tightly held it, and began to bang it vigorously.

”You'll wake up when you wake up.” The woman happily bowed her head and looked at the small eyes in the dark, which were moving in a disorderly way.

One side of the palace maid, accompanied by the woman is also full of joy, watching the little guy enjoy the sweet breast milk with relish.

”Reincarnation? Or rebirth? How could that be possible! I've been reincarnated nine times! This is my tenth life? What an international joke! This is...! ”

Memory like the sea water again slowly into the baby's mind, the baby also once again with sweet * * slowly sleep.

Nine to nine generations of memory, every time to increase some as if to consume his weak physical strength, and breast milk has become the best tonic. As time goes on, more and more memories are pouring in as his body grows.

Nine to ten! Reincarnation to the tenth! But to his dismay, he lived in the 21st century in his last life. In this reincarnation, fate seems to have played a small joke with him. Instead of reincarnation before time, it seems to be the Royal reincarnation in which era!

Lying on the soft couch, the small body of small hands and feet was held in the arms of a maid in the palace, and he was gently coaxing him to sleep.

He lay quietly in the arms of the maids, trying to sort out the memory of ten generations in his mind. The previous nine generations never had the same memory, and never had the memory of the previous life when he reincarnated. Therefore, every time before his reincarnation, he did not remember his reincarnation.

But the crazy thing is that in this life, fate and reincarnation unite to make fun of him. Not only did he achieve the nine to ten life that the emperor should have, but also let him take away all the memories of the previous nine generations.

Nine to ten, and with all the memories of the previous nine! Painfully, he closed his bright little eyes in the palace maid's arms, but in his mind he remembered the situation of his first nine generations: he had been reincarnated and followed Baiqi, a famous general of the state of Qin; he had been a beggar in the Hongwu year of Ming Dynasty; he had also been a businessman and opened a bank in the Qing Dynasty. Even in the 20th century, he once worked as a sailor and traveled all over the world with cargo ships.

In the northern and Southern Song Dynasties, he was once a thief along the Qinhuai River and a housekeeper in a rich family.

He had been a private school teacher for half his life and died of tuberculosis.