After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

On the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, the emperor got up at noon, adjourned the court, and ordered a three-day palace banquet to celebrate the new year. All the meritorious generals were allowed to attend the banquet, and the emperor got very drunk.

After finishing the last stroke, Zhang Heng blew the ink dry and slowly closed the diary.

He was the historian of the four emperors of Dali, serving over four dynasties for a total of twenty-eight years.

For 28 years, Zhang Heng kept writing, seizing every opportunity to record every word spoken by the emperor that contained an imperial decree. Even the most leisurely carpenter emperor could fill four or five fans of paper with his daily notes.

However, the end of this year was the most relaxing and boring time for Zhang Heng.

The words and deeds of Emperor Shun in a day can be described in just three or two sentences. Once Emperor Shun got drunk, it basically declared that the work for the day was over. At most, he would add "did not have sex with Concubine Ling at night, but it was not successful" the next day.

It's the same old story every day, nothing new.

Zhang Heng didn't know whether he should be happy or not.

I was happy that I could finally relax for a while. I didn't have to spend the night organizing what I wrote down during the day. I could just put pen to paper and finish it.

What is worrying is that Emperor Shun does not have the qualities of a ruler.

He drank all day without restraint. Prime Minister Li Yan advised him no less than ten times, but it had no effect except to displease Emperor Shun.

In addition, Emperor Shun had no descendants, so the fate of the world... was probably uncertain.

When the king's flag changes on the city wall, it marks another ten years of disaster for the people.

Zhang Hengwei shook his head imperceptibly. Just as he closed his diary, a hand reached out from the side and snatched the diary from his hand.

Zhang Heng was shocked. The emperor's daily records were a forbidden secret in the palace throughout the dynasties. Anyone who dared to discuss or peek at them would be killed along with his entire family.

Only the Empress Dowager and the Hanlin who compiled "The Emperor's Mind" were allowed to consult the daily notes.

"Do not talk."

At this moment, a magical voice sounded, carrying with it a mysterious power that was irresistible and irresistible.

Zhang Heng swallowed the words that were rolling in his throat and took a closer look. The person who stretched out his hand was wearing coarse linen clothes, and only his straight back was left to him.

Zhang Heng felt a little relieved for no reason, but he also looked around nervously.

If someone were to see that his daily records were being peeped at, not only would the nine clans of the peeper be exterminated, but the historian's three clans would also be exterminated.

This is a royal secret and not a single word of it can be leaked.

However, it was not known whether it was because of the chaotic scene or because his corner was too inconspicuous, but no one paid attention to it.

I looked around, but no one was looking at me.

It was as if he didn't notice the person standing next to him who looked out of place.

Just when he was about to ask for it back, the daily record was returned to him.

Zhang Heng snatched it back as if he was trying to grab it, held it in his arms, and never dared to let go again.

At the same time, the visitor slowly turned around and looked towards Emperor Shun, with a cold look in his eyes.

Seeing this, Zhang Heng let out a sigh and his scalp went numb.

It is absolutely extraordinary that this person entered the palace without permission and peeked at the banned books.

If a fight breaks out, my life will be in danger no matter what.

Although Emperor Shun is a strong external force, he is probably no match for this man.

No reason needed, just intuition.

Perhaps only General Liu Zongmin can compete with him.

But Zhang Heng's shock only lasted for a dozen breaths. The person who came did not take any further action. He sighed lightly and turned away.

……

Next to Donghua Gate is the crematorium.

This is a cremation site specifically for burning the bodies of palace maids. Palace maids, eunuchs, and some concubines who were demoted to their positions would be taken to the crematorium next to Donghua Gate after their death.

There is a place for storing corpses in the crematorium, and Chongzheng's body is buried here.

Half a month ago, Li Yan, the Prime Minister of Dashun, requested a grand funeral for Chongzheng, but his request was rejected.

Later, he requested to cremate the body, cover the coffin and bury it in the concubine's tomb, but it was also rejected.

So, Chongzheng's body has been kept until now, and no one has paid attention to it.

Since this matter concerns the emperor of the previous dynasty, the place is heavily guarded.

There is a guard post every three steps and a sentry every five steps, and there are also secret guards lurking in the darkness.

However, at this moment they felt nothing about a person walking towards them.

It was Qin He.

After wiping out all the false gods, Qin He paid a considerable price, but compared with the gains, the price was not worth mentioning.

Qin He's current strength should be described as the twenty-first level of mortal body realm strength, the nineteenth level of mortal body realm magic power, the dual cultivation of strength and magic, the ninth level of merit golden body, and the ninth level of merit soul body.

The advancement of his strength has enabled him to perform advanced dream-making techniques to the level of "his words become reality".

Even those with strong external strength cannot resist it completely.

After a long time, when Qin He had left, a cry of alarm rang out from inside the prison: "Oh no! Chongzheng's body is missing!"