Infinite flow: The non-African's partner is the European emperor

Chen Xuan didn't expect the answer he got would be like this.

He touched his nose uncomfortably, with a look of apology on his face.

Xie Zhixing leaned back slightly, against the back of his chair, and for the first time he felt the urge to talk to someone.

Maybe it was because he was already dead, and there was no telling how long he would have to stay here before he could leave. Perhaps he would never be able to leave, and would just become a wandering soul in this city. Then, like those evil spirits outside, sooner or later he would lose his mind and forget who he was and why he came here.

"I was adopted." Xie Zhixing said in a calm tone: "If you are interested, you can listen to it."

Of course Chen Xuan is interested!

Not to mention that this is Xie Zhixing, just because he looks so much like their Brother Fei, maybe they have some relationship in past lives or present lives. It would be a shame not to listen to it.

But before he said that, Xie Zhixing couldn't help but ask, "Is it still the Great Yong Dynasty now?"

Chen Xuan paused. Although he didn't know, he still said against his conscience, "Maybe not?"

How could Xie Zhixing not hear the hesitation in his words? He shook his head and sighed, "Forget it, it doesn't matter whether it is or not."

"Do you know what the royal family's surname was before the Great Yong Dynasty?"

Chen Xuan shook his head in confusion. Wasn't this a story? Why was the history test suddenly on him? He was really bad at history and slept through almost every class. The dynasty before the Great Yong Dynasty seemed to be called... Daliang?

Xie Zhixing lowered his eyes and said, "Daliang is the world of the Xie family."

Chen Xuan's brain froze at first, and then he stood up the next second. He didn't care that the chair had fallen to the ground, and said incredulously: "So you are the former dynasty..."

He swallowed back the word "remnant" that almost came out of his mouth, smiled awkwardly at Xie Zhixing and said, "I was just too surprised."

Now he was willing to believe it. Maybe the historical records had been tampered with. Otherwise, with Xie Zhixing's identity, it would have been good enough if he had not been criticized so harshly in history books. How could he still have the reputation of a young general?

"My biological father was the last prince of Daliang. I was not yet born when the Zhou family started a rebellion. The Zhou family is a family of military commanders and holds military power. There are three people of the same generation as my father. The one who sat on the throne after overthrowing Daliang was the eldest son of the Zhou family, and the other two were both named princes."

"Prince Qing and my father were sworn brothers. He saved me without telling anyone and told everyone that I was his concubine's child and that I took my mother's surname, Xie."

Xie Zhixing's voice became deeper and deeper, and the look on his face became more and more desolate.

"Actually, I took the surname Xie because it was my mother's last wish. At least the Xie family could keep the last bit of blood. But she didn't want me to grow up in hatred, so she asked Prince Qing not to tell me my true life story."

Chen Xuan almost took out a handful of melon seeds to eat. He listened with great interest and asked casually, "But wouldn't the surname Xie be more suspicious?"

Xie Zhixing explained: "The Xie family is a large family. You can just find a distant relative. Not all people with the surname Xie are members of the royal family. Besides, the war was just beginning, and the emperor would not care about a newborn child."

"That's right." Chen Xuan nodded in agreement, muttering to himself, "It's just like the development of a TV drama."

"So you became the leader of the rebels because you knew your own life experience and wanted to take back your throne?"

Xie Zhixing paused and whispered, "Actually, I don't want to be an emperor."

Chen Xuan exclaimed: "Then why did you become a rebel?"

Xie Zhixing clenched his hands and looked at the scar on the palm of his hand. Even if he died, the scar would be visible and follow him like a shadow.

"Prince Qing has an eldest son, Zhou Jinli."

"Wow, I know this, a famous tyrant in history!" Chen Xuan blurted out without thinking. He realized something was wrong after he said it, so he quickly closed his mouth and carefully looked at Xie Zhixing's expression.

"In history?" Xie Zhixing really knew how to grasp the key points. He frowned and asked, "What year is it outside?"

Chen Xuan scratched his head guiltily and said, "I don't know either."

Xie Zhixing frowned, obviously not believing what he said.

Chen Xuan's heart skipped a beat. This was the end. He was already suspected by the protagonist before he even finished listening to the story.

But Xie Zhixing was not so petty. Instead, he asked, "He is called a tyrant, but what has he done that goes against heaven and earth?"

Chen Xuan thought about it until his head was bald, but he could only think of one thing. He said unconfidently: "It seems to be a massacre of the city? I don't remember the details."

Xie Zhixing's expression changed instantly, and he asked with trembling lips, "Which city?"

"How would I know?" This was too difficult for him. It was already a great thing that he could think of massacring the city.

"Bang bang bang!"

A sudden knock on the door interrupted their conversation.

Xie Zhixing stood up warily and looked towards the direction of the courtyard gate. There was nothing there, but the knocking sound came from there.

Chen Xuan asked quickly: "Isn't this door in good condition? Who is knocking on the door?"

Xie Zhixing didn't know either. He looked around and picked up a stick from a corner for self-defense. "I'll go take a look. Stay here and don't move."

"I'll go with you." Chen Xuan followed him out without saying a word.

But when I reached the yard, the knocking had stopped.

"No sound, is he gone?"

"Shhh."

Xie Zhixing told him not to talk, he felt that thing was still outside.

A gloomy wind blew in from outside the door.

Chen Xuan shuddered.

It was pitch black outside the door, and the evil spirits playing hide-and-seek seemed to have disappeared.

Behind the half-open door, a dark shadow could be vaguely seen. It didn't look like it was going to attack them, but after Xie Zhixing saw the shadow clearly, his body began to tremble unconsciously, and the wooden stick in his hand loosened and fell to the ground.

"elder brother……"

"What?" Chen Xuan also looked over, but did not see anyone, but a faceless ghost.

"Xie Zhixing, this is the Thousand-Faced Ghost." Chen Xuan grabbed Xie Zhixing, pulled him behind him, blocked him in front of him, and used a skill directly at the ghost.

But Xie Zhixing hadn't come back to his senses yet. From his perspective, he only saw the person he would never forget until his death, standing on the street in a white coat and holding an umbrella, waving at him, with a gentle look through the rain, as if saying, "Let's go home."

Xie Zhixing showed a look of pain on his face and knelt directly on Chen Xuan, which scared Chen Xuan.

"Depend on."

The Thousand-Faced Ghost works like this. It can draw out the people or things that a person or ghost is obsessed with, and then make them indulge in them until they are completely devoured by the Thousand-Faced Ghost.

Chen Xuan quickly fought off the Thousand-Faced Ghost, then supported Xie Zhixing and took him into the house. When Xie Zhixing stood up, he clearly saw the hole in his chest, as if it had been pierced by a sharp weapon, killing him instantly.

"Xie Zhixing..." Chen Xuan's mood was a little complicated. From this wound, one could tell how miserable this person's death would be.