What should I do if the protagonist of every world I travel to is sick?

In the first year of Qinghe,

The laws of the Dajing Dynasty were officially established

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Article 234: Women have the same opportunities as men. Women can also go to school and take exams.

Article 235: Children within marriage and children outside marriage have equal rights and can also inherit the family property.

Article 236: If anyone is found to have committed adultery with another and then abandons him, he will never be employed by the court again and will be punished with eighty strokes of the cane as a warning.

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In the tenth year of Qinghe,

It was New Year's Eve again. Except for the main hall, the rest of the palace was decorated with lights and was filled with joy.

The young emperor was reviewing the memorials on his desk without any desire to rest.

Xiao Liuzi, now the chief eunuch, whispered to him, "Your Majesty, your body won't be able to handle this!"

Xie Zhujin still didn't raise his head, "No problem."

As if thinking of something, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Xiao Liuzi, "You are tired too. It's so late. Go reunite with your family today on New Year's Eve."

Xiao Liuzi shook his head. He was an orphan, sold into the palace by a man. He had no family, so this festival meant nothing to him. Besides, after midnight, it would be the anniversary of that man's death.

Seeing that he was unwilling, Xie Zhujin did not force him anymore. After a moment, he wrote the last word and stopped.

“It’s been several years now.”

Xiao Liuzi replied respectfully, "This year marks ten years since Your Majesty ascended the throne. In a few minutes it will be the eleventh year of Qinghe."

Xie Zhujin sighed, it’s been ten years.

That person has been gone for ten years.

"How are those two now?"

"Your Majesty, the late emperor spent the last few years in seclusion in Buddhism, ignoring the secular world. In recent years, after Empress Dowager Nan returned from her travels and visited the late emperor, she renounced worldly affairs and became a monk."

After hearing what Xie An had done, Xie Zhujin was stunned. "Which Buddhist temple?"

"Yongnian Temple"

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Xie Zhujin arrived at the door, but kept hesitating and didn't go in.

When he was about to return home, a lady and a child got out of the carriage.

Their eyes met. Xie Zhujin looked at Nan Zhiyi in front of him. Time had not shown much on her face. She just had a more mature woman's charm than when she was young. Perhaps it was the travels in the past ten years that made her firm and powerful aura feel even though she was just wearing a plain dress.

Nan Zhiyi held the hand of the little boy beside her, and greeted him in a calm tone without any excessive emotion on her face.

"Long time no see, but I came to see someone."

Xie Zhujin looked at the child with a serious expression.

"What's his name?"

Nan Zhiyi lowered her head, her expression softening, "Nan Jinyue."

After saying that, she rubbed his little head and said, "Jinyue, didn't mother teach you to say hello when you see people?"

The little kid tugged at his mother's sleeve, looking up at Nan Zhiyi with his clear eyes.

"But mother's attitude towards him is not good. Mother doesn't like him, right?"

Nan Zhiyi bent his knuckles slightly, wanting to hit him but put them down when he saw his eyes.

She shook her head helplessly and apologized to the man in front of her, "My child is naughty. Your Majesty, please don't take it seriously."

"No problem."

Xie Zhujin chuckled. Looking into the child's eyes reminded him of an old friend.

He waved to Nan Jinyue. Nan Jinyue looked up at her mother and saw that she agreed. Then she slowly walked towards him.

Xie Zhujin squatted in front of him, looking at him at eye level. He took out a slightly old red cloth bag from his arms, took out a small ingot from it, and placed it in Nan Jinyue's palm.

"I am considered your uncle's nephew, so you should call me cousin. I didn't expect to see you today. This is a New Year's gift your uncle gave me ten years ago, and now I am giving it to you as a New Year's gift."

Nan Jinyue held the gold ingot in his hand and pointed at his red cloth bag.

"I have this cloth bag too. My mother said it was my uncle's birthday gift to me, but she treasures it so much that she won't even let me look at it. Was this puppy also embroidered for you by your uncle?"

Xie Zhujin looked at the cloth bag in his hand with longing, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "Yes, he gave this to me."

"Nan Jinyue, if you don't go in and find your father, he'll get angry soon!"

Nan Jinyue pouted and muttered, "Daddy is so gentle, he won't lose his temper with Jinyue!"

Having said that, he still opened the door. When he saw his father walking towards him with an umbrella, he jumped and jumped into his arms.

Xie An threw away the umbrella in an instant and hugged the boy tightly with both hands.

"I told you not to do such a dangerous thing. What if Daddy didn't catch you?"

Nan Jinyue's lips curled up into a big smile, and her brows were full of spirit. "Daddy will definitely catch me, right?"

Every year, Xie An couldn't help but be stunned when he saw these eyes that looked more and more like his. The older this kid got, the more he took his self-righteous attitude like that man did. It was really the same mold that tortured him.

He tapped his forehead and said, "You have the same personality as your mother, you love to play!"

Nan Zhiyi interrupted, "I don't know who spoiled him so much."

Xie An then looked up and saw that there was another person behind Nan Zhiyi. "It's snowing heavily outside. Come inside now."

Nan Jinyue snuggled in Xie An's arms, tilting her little head back.

"Daddy, you're out in this heavy snow, are you here to pick up Yue?"

Xie An pinched his little face and said, "Yes, otherwise you would be afraid of the cold like your uncle and come out to play in the snow."

Xie Zhujin looked at the happy family and didn't want to bother them any more. He politely said goodbye to everyone and left.

Behind him could be heard the sounds of the three people fighting and laughing.

"You won't come with us this year."

Nan Zhiyi looked at the man who was gently coaxing Nan Jinyue to sleep.

He was wearing a white cassock, and the Buddhist aura accumulated over the years had imbued the once moody emperor with a face full of compassion.

He lowered his brows and stroked Nan Jinyue's head, "Here, I always feel closer to him."

Nan Zhiyi didn't say anything, but just looked at Nan Jinyue.

Xie An chuckled lightly, "I don't know if it's my illusion, but the older this kid gets, the more he looks like that guy. Sometimes I wonder if he's back."

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, and her eyes swept across Nan Jinyue's face gently, "Forget it, he is just our Ah Yue. I believe that brother would not like us to think of him as someone else, and Ah Yue would not like it either."

Xie An nodded and looked at Nan Zhiyi seriously. "Over the past few years, you have seen things more clearly than a monk like me. Have you suffered any injustice outside these years?"

Nan Zhiyi shook her head. "You're too obsessed with him. How can you see through his affairs? You stay here because you believe in the afterlife and want to see him again. But you can't stop thinking about him. Staying here is meaningless. Is it worth it?"

Xie An clasped his hands together, his eyes filled with joy.

“There is no such thing as worth it or not, only unwillingness or not.”

Nan Zhiyi saw that he was as stubborn as ever and stopped trying to persuade him.

He has his beliefs, and so does she.

She promised him that she would see the world with his perspective.

Whenever she arrived at a new place, Nan Zhiyi would take out some of the medicinal herbs from the lucky bag and bury them in the local soil.

Before she knew it, the bag was empty. So she scooped a small spoonful of soil from each spot and put it back into the bag.

She is free now, just like the bird in the window at that time. Her brother has kept his promise.

The new year has begun, and Nan Zhiyi and Nan Jinyue are about to embark on a new journey.

"Don't worry, your Yingyi and the masters left behind by your brother, plus the guards that man gave me, as long as I don't bully others, everything will be fine."

Xie An stood at the door, watching the carriage go farther and farther away until it could no longer be seen.

He returned to the hall and knelt before the Buddha, his slender fingers slowly clasping the string of agarwood Buddhist beads, turning them one by one.

Decades later,

Because Xie Zhujin diligently governed the country for years, he died at the age of forty. The court was once again transformed, but during Xie Zhujin's reign, the nation came to pay tribute, the country enjoyed peace and prosperity, and every household enjoyed warmth and food, and lived in peace and contentment. Therefore, every subsequent monarch continued to implement the system established by Xie Zhujin.

Xie Zhujin died of a heart attack while handling official business one night.

When the tomb of Emperor Jingwen was excavated in the 24th century, it was discovered that the tomb of this emperor of the heyday was devoid of any precious treasures; it was truly utterly barren. Historical records indicate that during the fourth reign of the Jing Dynasty, Emperor Jingwen, during his lifetime, requested a simple burial, leaving all his gold and silver artifacts to future generations for greater use. Truly, he brought nothing with him in life, and he will take nothing with him in death.

Students who like to dig up unofficial history discussed it after class.

Student A: "Is this the legendary workaholic? Dedicating everything to his career!"

Student B: "He never married or took concubines in his life. Maybe he likes men?"

Student C: "But I haven't seen him have any romantic history with other people!"

Student Ding had a sly look on his face, shaking his head and saying, "You can't dig up any gossip about this person, but the unofficial history of the people around him is quite fascinating~"

A, B, and C: "Hurry up and tell me, don't be like that old man Jiang Taigong, fishing without bait."

Student Ding: "The third emperor of the Jing Dynasty, Emperor Jingwen's father, Emperor Jinghuan, was a playboy. He spent his youth with many women, but after Emperor Jingwen ascended the throne, he became a monk! He was the man with the most children in the Jing Dynasty! But his favorite was his last son after his monastic life. He was born to his queen. This couple is also a unique couple. The husband became a monk, and the wife traveled around the world with their children. And this little prince is the only prince in the entire dynasty to take his mother's surname!"

Student C: "Oh my god, there must be someone really special among these people!!"

Student A: "Who says we history postgraduate students aren't as interesting as the entertainment industry? We history postgraduate students have our own gossip too!"

Student Ding: "Don't get too excited. There's definitely something fishy going on among these people, but I just can't figure out their relationship."

Student C: "You said that Emperor Jinghuan loved his youngest son, but he and his empress lived apart, so he must not have liked her. And then there's the story that the empress brought the child to visit him every year. Wait a minute!! I get it!! Could it be that Emperor Jinghuan's beloved lover died, and in despair she became a monk? Then the empress, obsessed with Emperor Jinghuan her whole life, finally watched the man she loved shave his head and become a monk. So, in despair, she traveled around the world with the child, returning every year to see her old lover! As for Emperor Jingwen, could it be that he and his father loved the same person? That's why these two never spoke to each other until they died!"

A, B, and D gave a thumbs-up: "It's a shame you didn't study to become a screenwriter and committed yourself to this place!"

Ding joked, "Without you in the director's group, I won't watch Chinese dramas~"

So this period of history passed by like this, and perhaps only I know what happened back then!