The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

New Year's Eve dinner.

In the flying boat above the sky, the night seems to turn into a quietly flowing dark night stream.

On the sparkling water of the stream, there are also a little bit of starlight as an embellishment.

Song Lanyi was lying on the railing, looking at the floating clouds, the lanterns that surged with the sea of ​​clouds and stars.

"What is at the end of the lantern?"

Song Lanyi heard an invisible whisper in his ear.

She turned around, but saw King Qi and Mrs. Zhang coming together, standing behind her.

Song Lanyi was startled for a moment, then reacted, pursed her lips and smiled:

"The end of the Tianhe Lantern...is an endless world."

King Qi smiled.

Holding the wine bottle in his hand, he smiled, "Farewell to you, fireworks every year."

Song Lanyi also raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

Happy new year.

she thought.

This is the second New Year in this world.

This New Year, Dad is also not around.

Thinking about it, Song Lanyi glanced at the reincarnation points on his screen.

The above figures have reached as many as one million.

Without hesitation, she spent a lot of money and simply bought all the remaining "Samsara Sealing Words".

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The next day.

King Qi took the spaceship and hurried away again.

Ever since he made a big splash at the New Year's banquet and returned home without the usual feather duster, but was eagerly confessed by his parents, Qinglong helped these rebellious teenagers taste the sweetness, and basically obeyed Song Lanyi blindly.

Increase revenue and reduce expenditure, wealth codes, and ecological farms are all organized.

There are two big housekeepers Zhu Ji and Mrs. Zhang sitting in the rear, controlling the overall situation, so it can be said that it is foolproof.

All of a sudden, King Qi's army was actually in Daqian, and it was famous for its solidarity between the army and the people.

Isn't it just the army and the people as one?

For the people at the bottom, as long as who can let them have farmland, food and clothing, that is the best emperor.

Survive the harsh winter, and then survive the chilly spring.

Just after the gurgling stream thawed, early summer finally arrived with the first batch of cicadas.

Under Jinling City.

Hundreds of thousands of troops approached the city.

Inside the Dagan Palace, there was already chaos.

Concubines, maids, and eunuchs, who used to be orderly, are now in chaos.

Sort out packages, sort out packages, and dredge relationships.

At this moment, the palace, which once meant wealth and glory, seemed to have turned into a cage and prison, so dull that it almost suffocated.

The sun was setting.

Emperor Jiankang sat on the throne, his eyes were red.

With disheveled hair, like a madman, he swept away all the jade and celadon on the low table in front of him.

The servant next to him looked more reliable and steady, his temples were slightly gray.

Seeing this scene, a look of pain appeared on his face.

"His Majesty……"

"Your Majesty?" Emperor Jiankang was smeared, with a look of ferocious madness on his face, "Who is Your Majesty now? I am Your Majesty... or is my good uncle Wang your Majesty? People in the world only know King Qi, but I don’t know I’m Jiankang! Hahahaha, this throne, this dragon robe, even if you wear it, you won’t look like an emperor!”

When the servant heard this, his eyes were reddish, "Your Majesty, don't blame yourself like this..."

Hearing these words, Jiankang kicked the low table in front of him as if he wanted to vent all the depression in his chest.

The low table was built from new branches of the Thousand Words Sacred Tree, but under Emperor Jiankang's feet, the table top also showed fine cracks.

The dragon robe on Emperor Jiankang slipped off unconsciously, and the crown was slightly askew.

It looks like a child who steals an adult's clothes.

He lowered his head and hugged his head, but saw a shadow suddenly appear on the ground.

anyone? !
Emperor Jiankang raised his head subconsciously and looked at the person who came.

Suddenly, his eyes widened slightly, and he said in a dry voice, "Han Sheng..."

The one who came was the sage of Legalism, Han Feizi.

His cheeks are slightly sunken, his figure is thin, and he doesn't look very kind, but he is not indifferent.

To be precise, he gives people a hard feeling.

"I gave you a chance." Han Feizi lowered his head, looked at Emperor Jiankang, his expression softened slightly, and he sighed slowly.

Emperor Jiankang hugged his head, and there seemed to be a flash of water in his eyes. He said hoarsely, "I know."

"But you should never, never, conspire with the monster." Han Feizi still stood where he was, "Some things are a red line that must never be touched."

Emperor Jiankang took a deep breath, raised his head, and said with a light smile, "The winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. I lost, so let the historians of later generations write it down. My life... just be like this."

After the words fell, Emperor Jiankang got up, walked to the front of the hall, and looked at the afterglow of the setting sun.

Afterglow slowly elongated until a ray of light projected on Emperor Jiankang's body.

Han Feizi wanted to say something, but suddenly felt something was wrong.

The next moment, he saw that Emperor Jiankang started to set himself on fire.

His pupils shrank.

This is... broken heart, self-immolation to death?

In the firelight, Emperor Jiankang glanced back faintly.

This glance... seems to be full of nostalgia, but also full of... relief.

In this life, for him, there are joys and more bitterness.

So much so that he has long forgotten his original intention and direction along the way.

At the last moment of his life, Emperor Jiankang suddenly burst out laughing:
"I see how charming Jiangshan is, but I expect Jiangshan to see me like this!"

Chapter 2, the last line of the poem is from Xin Qiji, change Qingshan to Jiangshan, and use it