After my soul traveled to ancient times, I don't want to be cannon fodder

That gaze traveled through time and space, looking at her from afar. From that gentle and tolerant gaze, she only understood four words: Don't give up!

She is a Chinese.

How can the Chinese give up?

No matter where we are, we Chinese should strive for self-improvement!

No matter what situation we face, we should have the courage to break through and keep moving forward!

Listening to the familiar and pleasant voice, I recalled what I had seen: when the country was founded in 1949, the teacher stood on Tiananmen Square and loudly announced to the world: The Chinese people have stood up!

Thinking of this, the emotions suppressed in my heart suddenly poured out!

Tears flowed like the sea, out of control!

After the song, everyone was stunned.

Then, something even more shocking happened. The tightly closed palace door creaked and opened by itself.

Fang Ping pushed the door open and walked in, guitar in his arms.

After he entered, the door slammed shut again with a bang!

Inside and outside the door, they are separated into two worlds.

One belongs to Zhong Ning himself, and the other belongs to another era.

What was most heartbreaking for everyone present was that, in that new world that Princess Zhaohua had created for herself, only Fang Ping had been allowed to enter.

Seeing this, Gu Mingzhe could no longer bear it, and he spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

Qi Yu clenched his fists tightly, pressed his thin lips into a straight line, and stared at the main room door with an astonishing coldness in his eyes.

At this moment, Shen Yan had a very bold guess in his mind.

Because here, he is the only one who knows that Zhong Ning is not from this era. Then...that Xiao Fang Lord, is he also...

If this is true, then many things would make sense.

What? Lord Xiao Fang came to visit several times.

What Princess Zhaohua treated him very closely.

If the truth is as he guessed, all the fog will dissipate like a spring breeze and become clear.

........

Inside the bedroom.

Fang Ping lifted the beaded curtain and stepped in.

In the bedroom, on the phoenix couch, hidden under the pink and purple gauze curtains, Zhong Ning was wearing a black suspender top and shorts, with his arms around his knees, leaning against the edge of the bed frame.

Three thousand strands of black hair cascaded down, following the fair skin and falling naturally at the side of the body. The strong contrast of black and white creates a sense of purity in sexiness.

At this moment, Zhong Ning's almond-shaped eyes were watery and her eye sockets were red. It was obvious that she had just cried.

Fang Ping's heart ached. He ignored all etiquette and walked over. He half-sat on the side of the bed, stretched out his long arms, half-embraced the person in his arms, and softly comforted him, "It's okay, don't be afraid..."

Zhong Ning regained her composure and realized that their posture seemed too intimate. She pushed him away slightly and said in a hoarse voice, "I... I'm fine. I just... suddenly missed the teacher..."

Fang Ping was slightly stunned. He never expected that Zhong Ning would mention that person in the first sentence.

The great man who amazed an era and saved a nation.

But that person had clearly passed away long ago.

Given Zhong Ning's age at the time, it was impossible for her to have ever met him.

Even though they grew up listening to that person's stories, stories are just stories after all...

After thinking for a moment, Fang Ping understood.

The reason she mentioned teachers at this time was probably largely because the leaders and officials at that time truly cared about the people.

Rather than just for face and profit like it is now.

But this is not their era after all, and there are no great people as talented as the teacher!

Ultimately, what the emperor protects is only imperial power.

Thinking about this, Fang Ping finally said, "I understand, but... not every era has such a great man. Our nation is so fortunate..."

"You said before that you wanted to go home. Do you still want to go home now?" Zhong Ning suddenly spoke, turning his gaze to Fang Ping.

Her little face was not made up, but it was as beautiful as a lotus blooming in clear water.

The eyes seemed to be washed by water, emitting a clear and gentle light.

Fang Ping fell in love with those eyes and couldn't help swallowing his saliva. To be honest, he had seen many beauties since he came to this era, but none of them could make him feel such an inexplicable impulse as he did now.

Want to kiss!

But I'm afraid of offending!

He pursed his lips, looked straight into Zhong Ning's eyes, and replied: "Yes, of course I want to go home! What about you?"

Zhong Ning looked away, her delicate hand unconsciously caressing Ying Bai's arm, and then she said, "I want to...but it's not the right time yet..."

"You mean?" Fang Ping looked suspiciously, a bold guess in his mind, "You've found a way to get back?"

"I guess so! We're still missing some conditions...and I'm not sure if I can go back!" Zhong Ning explained indifferently, with a confused look in his eyes.

"I don't quite understand. Could you please explain it in more detail?" Fang Ping's eyes were gleaming, and he desperately wanted to know how he could get home.

But seeing Zhong Ning's slightly hesitant look, he realized that this question seemed to involve privacy and was not appropriate.

He asked cautiously, "Is it inconvenient to say?"

Zhong Ning glanced at him and smiled faintly: "No, I was just thinking about how to tell you."

"I accidentally obtained a Deprivation Fusion Card. I won't tell you how I got it, but what I am saying is that this card shows that I need to deprive at least three of my supernatural power gold fingers before I can fuse their power and create a brand new time-travel card..."

"It's just that it only says that you can travel through time and space, but it doesn't say that you can return to our world..."

"Superpower? Golden Finger?" Fang Ping suddenly asked, "Is it something beyond this era, just like our dimension?"

"Not exactly. The space is only used to store supplies and doesn't pose much threat to this world. The supernatural golden finger should refer to something like a system... or something else that can absorb luck."

"When Shen Yan was injured and on the verge of death, I discovered a soul from another world with a system in his body that was trying to take over his body."

"That was the first supernatural golden finger I took away!"

"System...?" Fang Ping suddenly realized. "Ever since I came here, I've always felt like something was missing. Isn't it the system?"

Speaking of this, Fang Ping suddenly became excited. "What kind of system did you see? Is he taking over Shen Yan's body? Is it that Ying Jibo?"

"I don't know the details, but it should be a harem cheat similar to those in the male-dominated novels..." At this point, Zhong Ning glanced at him sideways, "Why? You really want it?"

"No... I'm curious about the system, but I only want the good stuff in the system mall... Who would want to be controlled by a machine and do stupid things?"

"Oh... It's okay if you want it, it's gone anyway..." Zhong Ning continued, "The second one is with you..."