Feng Yu Jiu Tian

Fengming is dead.

He didn't even think that his life was so short. Nineteen is the beginning of life, not the end.

However, on the way home, he saw the truck crashing into the little boy crossing the road. When he pulled the little boy up from the road, he felt that he was ascending to the sky instantly, flying like an angel and looking around in the air. Surrounded by the crowd.

He knew that he was dead.

Where do the dead go? Feng Ming followed her body blankly and entered the morgue.

No one saw him or heard his cry. Everything seems to be in the cold dream.

When he was at a loss, he heard his voice.

"You're still there, right?" Unlike the voices of other living people who don't know Fengming's existence, this voice is not ambiguous at all, it is clearly talking to Fengming.

"Me?" Fengming was startled. "Are you talking to me? Who are you? God? Or another ghost?"

The voice laughed: "I'm not a **** or a ghost. I'm standing at the door of the morgue."

Feng Ming turned her head and saw a middle-aged man hugging her little boy who had just been rescued from under the wheel.

The man's mouths closed together, as if talking to the air: "I'm a spiritual scholar, and I have some super powers. In order to thank you, I can help you get your life back."

Fengming was surprised: "Is it really possible?"

"Yes." The man nodded. "Today is when the door of time and space opens. I can find a body that has just died in another time and space. Of course, this body cannot be as severely irreparable as your body. Trauma. "

"So, I want to go to another time and space?"

"Nice, and a rare opportunity. You're in luck. Not only did you run into me, but the door of time and space opened. Otherwise, your soul can only lose twelve hours after losing its body, and then it will dissipate."

"Then I was really lucky. I thought every dead person could be resurrected."

"Even if someone who also died in the door of time and space opened the day, he would have to meet someone with the ability to help me to get a new body. If it were not because you saved my son, I would not have shot it. You think about it Yet?"

"What is there to consider?"

"Then we will start."

"and many more!"

"Do you have any other questions?"

"Can I choose if I'm looking for a body?"

"What do you want to choose?"

Feng Ming made a grimace: "Of course I need a good family, preferably a young master or something. Don't get my soul on a woman. Also, to be handsome, I don't want to be short."

The man sighed: "I try."

"What is trying?"

"Everything can't be forced." The man suddenly anxious: "Oops, the door of time and space has been opened, I'm going to start ..."

Lightning suddenly struck Feng Ming's eyes, and his whole body seemed to be caught in a powerful storm center, being torn apart.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Fengming screamed and was caught in the sudden vortex in front of her eyes.

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Kingdom of West Thunder, Royal Palace.

In the most luxurious Prince's Hall, all the housemaids were pale.

The prince is in trouble.

A group of doctors came and went, their faces were ugly and scary.

Everyone's hand was shaking slightly. The prince is dead, and all the waiters must be buried.

"Prince! Your Royal Highness!" A heartbreaking wail came from the palace.

Everyone's hearts immediately drew high.

"Hurry up! Send someone to inform the regent, Your Royal Highness ... Your Highness Your Royal Highness ..." The old woman doctor nervously trembling with her feet stunned to send a message quickly, her voice has not fallen, and her crying has shook the sky.

Funeral, all people here must be buried. A few timid maids have fallen on their knees and passed out.

It was a mess, and suddenly exclaimed in the temple: "Prince ....... Prince is awake! Taiyi! Taiyi!"

The doctors in front of the palace hall were worried that the regents' accusations had changed. Although they knew in their hearts that this was impossible, they still rushed in with hope.

Hope, appeared on the faces of all housemaids kneeling in front of the temple.

After a while, an inner servant close to the waiter rushed out and shouted, "The prince is awake! The prince is awake!"

After a while of silence, the crazy cheer shook the world.

The prince was not dead, he awoke.

Fengming pressed a strong headache and opened her eyes slightly.

"Prince? Prince?"

There were many people eagerly calling around, and the first one to come in was an old man with white hair.

Where did I go?

Eyes moved slightly and turned to the two pretty little girls behind the old man.

Ancient costume?

Feng Ming roughly remembered the beginning and asked, "What is this place?"

The people around were exclaimed and looked at each other.

"His Royal Highness?" The old man asked cautiously, "what do you ask?"

Fengming blinked.

Yes, he got to the body of someone else, according to the man's words, it should be inside the body of a person who just died. But you can't say everything, you are bound to be a lunatic.

"I said ..." Feng Ming slowly turned her head and looked around: "I am the prince? Which country's prince?" Tang Song Yuan Ming Qing?

Either way, being a prince is definitely better than being a civilian.

"West Lei."

Searay? What is this?

Fengming frowned, and nodded in understanding: "Oh, West Ray. I see." After closing my eyes for a while, I found that the people in the bed were still together, looking at themselves like rare animals, impatient. And half-opened his eyes and said, "I'm going to rest, you go."

"Yes, yes ..." Everyone stepped back indifferently, leaving only two or three well-dressed palace ladies to watch at the bedside.

Fengming passed through the gate of time and space, and her whole body was sore that she couldn't sleep. I turned around a few times, opened my eyes again, and asked the maid who was standing right in front of me, "What's your name?" After thinking about it, he quickly explained: "I just woke up and my head was dizzy."

The palace lady laughed: "Even if the prince is not asleep, he won't remember the name of the slave. The slave is called autumn basket."

"I'm not sick and don't know? Why?"

Qiu Lan pouted: "The prince does not like to talk, slaves have been here for two years, and the first time I saw you asking someone's name."

That's it. Fengming gave a sigh of relief. If so, it is only natural that he doesn't know other people, and there are fewer times when he reveals his feet.

However, it is not good to be so silent as a prince. In history books, most of the introverted princes are bad luck.

"Don't I like talking?" Feng Ming smiled. "I'm seriously ill, and I might fall in love with talking in the future."

Qiu Lan looked at him in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Fengming felt uncomfortable and asked uncomfortably.

"Prince, you are not seriously ill. You fell into the river, but when you picked it up, we were all frightened. The Taiyi said at the beginning that it could not be saved."

"Fell into the river?" Fengming smiled awkwardly: "Yeah, yeah, I saw the weather was good, so I walked to the river, but I accidentally fell into it. Thanks to your early detection."

Qiu basket looked at Feng Ming carefully, and mercury-like eyes rolled, making Feng Ming very uncomfortable.

"what happened?"

"Prince, you are so weird today."

How could it not be strange? Fengming laments in her heart, and I don't want to run over to be your prince. Who calls your prince, like me, a short-lived ghost?

Falling alone to this other time and space, I do n’t even know the basic common sense, but I have to pretend to be a valuable prince.

Ugh……..

Fengming sighed in bed and finally decided that it would be better to be a fake prince than to disappear when she was nineteen years old, barely cheering up.

"Autumn basket, I want to drink water." Lazily sat up from the bed, the bones in his body as if they were hitting each other.

It's not that Fengming is starting to put the Prince on the shelf now, but he is not familiar with anything in this country's dynasty, and he doesn't know what utensils they used to drink water. In case he got out of bed and took a vanity case to drink water, I was afraid he would be locked up like a madman immediately.

Qiu Lanqi Ting came, holding a silver bottle in his hand, poured a large glass of water and handed it to Fengming.

Feng Ming carefully looked at her movements and the utensils she used. Dasong breathed a sigh of relief, as Feng Ming imagined. Theoretically speaking, treating this place as the Tang Dynasty is almost enough.

His throat was so bad that Feng Ming took the cup in Qiu Lan's hand and drank it.

Immediately, a terrible pungency slammed into the throat from the tip of the nose, and continued to burn to the stomach. Feng Ming immediately clutched her chest and desperately spit out the freshly poured things, tears and snot flowed together.

What is this? Don't tell me it's a daily drink from Sealey.

"Kheke ... keke ..." The wolf looked up, staring angrily at the autumn basket.

This little girl was acting like a prince. Although Fengming is a fake, it should not be treated like this.

Finally managed to stop coughing.

"What is this?"

Qiu Lan looked at Feng Ming with a look of surprise: "This is wine."

liqueur? Feng Ming looked at the silver bottle in her hand. Feng Ming is only nineteen and has not reached the age of legal drinking.

Fengming shook her head and decided to forgive her negligence generously: "I want to drink water, what do you give me?" As gentle as possible. I don't know if this country, like other countries in history, regards the words of the royal family as an irresistible destiny. If Fengming loses his temper, he might faint the little girl in front of him and faint.

Enraged Prince.

Qiu Lan held the wine bottle delicately, tilted his head, and looked suspiciously: "However, the prince never drinks water. This prince only prepares wine."

"Ah?" Fengming blinked.

Never drink but not drink. Could this prince be an alcoholic? Maybe he fell into the river and fell drunk.

"Cough ... The doctor said, no, the doctor said that drinking is bad for my body. From today on, I want to quit drinking." Feng Ming straightened up and said to Qiu Lan, "I will be thirsty in the future. . "

"Stop drinking?" Qiu basket looked back and forth over Fengming, like a ghost, saluting his lips, "Yes, slaves know."