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

Fang Ping pursed his lips, even though he felt uncomfortable hearing Zhong Ning say that.

But his curiosity about that person still overcame his desire to argue: "Who is that person you are talking about?"

Zhong Ning smiled faintly, and then replied: "Who else could it be? Zhou and Deng's love and companionship is truly a lifetime!"

Fang Ping remained silent. It was difficult for him to refute this.

After all, the stories of those two people have great reputation even among the people.

"If we have the chance to go back in the future, what will they do?" Fang Ping couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know either. Maybe we'll stay here forever and never be able to go back... After all, we were already dead in that era. Even if we could go back, how would we go back?"

"This body ultimately belongs to this era, but its true owner has long since been reincarnated."

"So I don't know, if one day we can go back, will we still travel through another body like we did here?"

"It's an unknown, so I never think about it. Even if we can go back, it will be at least ten years later."

"If it's ten years from now, or many, many years from now, a lot of things will have changed by then."

Fang Ping was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke, "I've recently discovered that my face is becoming more and more like me..."

Zhong Ning suddenly turned around and stared at Fang Ping for a moment.

Fang Ping was somewhat bewildered, then continued, "What I said is true. I looked in the mirror these past few days and found that my eyebrows and eyes are already a little bit similar to my old self..."

After hearing this, Zhong Ning immediately took out the folding mirror from the space and looked at himself again and again... He hadn't paid much attention to it before, but now it seems that he does have some similarities with his real self.

When this body grows up, it will have skin as white as snow, eyes like a phoenix, and be dignified and graceful.

But Zhong Ning herself has a pair of almond-shaped eyes and a small face... Her overall temperament is more inclined to the gentle and delicate oriental temperament...

And now the two seem to be merging...

Zhong Ning couldn't quite imagine what she would look like after the fusion.

In fact, she quite likes her original appearance!

Zhong Ning put down the mirror and said, "You're right. They are indeed merging. They are already three-quarters similar. I don't know why, but I'll observe them for another two years and see how they develop."

"As for the other question you just asked..."

A hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of Zhong Ning's lips.

"In fact, when you asked me this question, you ignored the fact that they are men, and men have privileges in this era."

"If a woman suddenly loses her husband, she'll probably end up being schemed against by her family, with her wealth confiscated and left alone without help."

"But they are men, and they are from high-ranking families. Even if I weren't there, there would still be countless beauties desperately trying to get their hands on them."

"They are never short of women."

"Even if he gets lost in longing for her for a while, there are so many beauties in the world that he can quickly divert his attention."

"This is the difference between men and women."

"For thousands of years, it has been like this. If a woman is abandoned, the only way out of this dilemma is to be bullied or killed by hitting her head against the wall."

"But men can replace the old with the new."

"By that time, how will you know that I won't be the old person in their eyes?"

There was a chill in Zhong Ning's voice, and Fang Ping's scalp tingled. It was undeniable that, from ancient times to the present, patriarchal society had held absolute power, and women, being small and frail, were mostly confined to the harem, bearing children.

Perhaps it is with the unanimous consent of all men, or perhaps it is to maintain such rule and rights.

Even in later generations, when people advocate that women hold up half the sky, there is still a lot of malice directed at women.

No wonder, no wonder she would liberate herself so much after coming to ancient times. Perhaps in her eyes, the act of taking a lover was also an invisible confrontation with this patriarchal society.

Why should she, like the women of this era, give herself completely to a man's control?

She doesn't care who she loves, and she will never put all her heart on one man. Her eyes are always on the weak who are oppressed by this feudal system.

Even if it means going against the imperial class, she will not hesitate!

At this moment, Fang Ping felt that he seemed to have underestimated his fellow villager.

After all, he always felt that he would go back one day, and everything here had nothing to do with him.

Except for his fellow villagers.

As for the others, it doesn't matter whether they live or die.

What does it have to do with him?

But now, he suddenly felt that he seemed too distant. Just as Zhong Ning said, they were already dead, and every day they came here was a cause and effect with this world.

"I understand!" Fang Ping said suddenly.

He changed his usual indifferent attitude and stood up, bowing deeply to Zhong Ning. "Thank you, Your Highness. The Great Yong Weekly Report will be published within three days. I will take my leave now!"

He wanted to go back and revise the manuscript. He originally thought that the manuscript was well written, but now he felt that it was still too conservative.

Zhong Ning looked at Fang Ping's sudden departure in a daze, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought. No, what did he understand?

Suddenly, his whole temperament changed drastically.

Fang Ping, the lazy fish who always stayed out of things, seemed to suddenly become motivated. Zhong Ning held his chin and did not comment, but who can say that this is not a good thing!

If there is an opportunity to move forward, you should always take a step forward!

.........

Time flies by, and Shengjing ushers in a new day!

Small vendors set up their stalls as usual, adding to the bustling atmosphere of the entire city. Students who were about to take the spring examination had already gotten up and were standing by the windows, shaking their heads and reciting their lessons.

What is different from the familiar Shengjing in the past is that there are suddenly a few more children running and shouting on the streets of Shengjing today.

On the second floor of the inn facing the street, a student standing by the window reading was also attracted by the sudden shouting from below.

He listened carefully. The voice seemed to be saying, "Newspaper seller, newspaper seller! The Great Yong Weekly has been published. Today's headlines: The mystery behind the Fangyuan corpse case revealed. Why was Princess Zhaohua suddenly confined to her residence? Why was the Three Courts' trial suspended..."

Another student pushed the door open at this moment and said, "Brother Chen, did you hear the noise coming from downstairs?"

The student surnamed Chen turned around with a frown on his face. Seeing his good brother had specially brought breakfast, he didn't bother to think about anything else. He just turned around and sat down at the table, saying lightly, "I didn't hear it clearly, but I vaguely heard the words 'Princess Zhaohua'..."

"Brother Chen, don't worry. You'll know what it is once you see it..."

Just as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door, and it was the waiter who appeared at the door with a newspaper. "Mr. Li, this is the newspaper you asked me to buy for you. Here is the remaining money!"