The Struggle of the Reborn Prince

Chapter 2 Past and Present Life ()

Now is the season for harvesting rapeseed. The farm fields are bright and golden, and various machines are roaring and busy harvesting. In the farm director's office, Zhao Cheng is not busy in the fields as usual, but is staring at a piece of paper placed on the table.

The front page news of the military region newspaper published today is the news that the military region chief, accompanied by the leaders of the Logistics Department, inspected the Red Star Farm and designated it as a 'military food supply base and invested in the construction of a material distribution center.'

The general was chatting and laughing, and half of his face was exposed in an inconspicuous place on the edge. It was really hard to find it unless you looked closely.

Zhao Cheng is in his thirties this year. He was transferred here a few years ago and quickly managed this unit that gave the leaders a headache in an orderly manner. Thousands of acres of sandy land were transformed into tons of grain fields, and he built feedlots, oilseeds and grains.

Processing factory, and a comprehensive shopping mall to provide employment for military family members, the farm has become a model unit with an annual profit of nearly 100 million yuan. He has made such a big contribution, it is normal to be published in newspapers, but

He didn't look happy at all.

"I have to leave again, I can't stay here any longer!" Zhao Cheng said to himself. He picked up the phone and dialed a number with only three digits. The call was quickly connected, "Hey, who are you looking for?

!" "No. 1, I am a hidden arrow, I have revealed my identity!" Zhao Cheng said in a low voice.

"Oh, prepare to evacuate immediately. I will send someone to pick you up immediately. Pay attention to your safety!" The other party did not have any doubts and made arrangements immediately.

"Yes!" Their conversation lasted less than ten seconds. Even today's most advanced monitoring equipment could not determine his location in such a short period of time. After Zhao Cheng finished speaking, he immediately put down the phone without even asking himself.

Where is the next place you will go to?

"Pack your things? What's there to pack? I'm always ready to leave!" Zhao Cheng muttered with a wry smile. The room in the office was his dormitory. The suitcase under the bed contained all his belongings and all his property.

There are only a few military uniforms issued by the army, no wife, no children, and no house. There are only a bookshelf full of books. If you browse by yourself, most of them are books on agriculture, and a few are history books.

Zhao Cheng is not afraid of death because he has seen too many deaths. He once had a happy family, parents who loved him, and an eldest brother who loved him. Everything changed when he was admitted to the military academy. He learned

He is majoring in mechanical engineering, and it can be said that he has nothing to do with the combat army. When he was in the third grade, he went to the army for internship and participated in a Sanda competition. Because he had practiced martial arts since he was a child, he actually reached the finals, and his performance was...

He fell into the eyes of the commander who selected special forces members and recruited him into the special forces brigade. It took another three years of hard training for him to stand out. From then on, he stayed away from normal life and cut off contact with his family, friends and classmates.

Using various means to destroy his last traces in this world.

As a special operations master, Zhao Cheng is active in various hot spots, assassinating terrorists who endanger our country's interests, getting rid of traitors who surrender to the enemy, and cleaning up enemy agents who have infiltrated our country. Successful operations have made the enemy hate Zhao Cheng to the bone.

A reward was placed on his life, but no one knew his appearance. They only knew his code name - Dark Arrow. During a foreign rescue operation, his opponent accidentally got his true face. From then on, he became invisible on this farm and never used it again.

Any advanced communication facilities never appear in the camera lens, hiding themselves as deeply as an ostrich.

Just because he doesn't take photos doesn't mean that others don't have his photos. Now there are at least hundreds of top killers from various countries using his photos to search for him and the traces he left behind, because his life is too valuable! Yesterday's newspaper

In the hands of major organizations that have been transported at the fastest speed, killers motivated by money are gathering here from all corners of the world.

When the lights-out signal blew, Zhao Cheng walked to the bed and took out the pistol from under the pillow, turned on the safety, put the bullet in the top and put it at hand. He lay on the bed with his clothes on, picked up a "History of the Song Dynasty" on the pillow and opened it casually.

"From November of the first year of Jingkang (1126), Jin soldiers besieged the capital for the second time to April of the second year of Jingkang, before Zhang Bangchang's puppet regime was established, Song Huizong, Song Qinzong and officials of the Northern Song Dynasty had always fantasized about retaining power through mediation at any cost."

"On the 22nd day of the first month of the second year of Jingkang, the two parties reached an agreement: (Jin Kingdom) was allowed to exempt Daozong (Song Huizong) from traveling north, and took Prince Kang, the prime minister and six other people as hostages in exchange for the Song palace utensils as tribute; and was allowed to avoid cutting the river.

To the south of the (Yellow River) and Bianjing, there are two emperors (princesses), four clan concubines, four clan concubines, 2,500 maids, 1,500 female musicians, and 3,000 craftsmen of various kinds.

Five million pieces of silver silk will be added every year and two tributes of gold will be added; the prince, the prime minister, and the blood relatives of the ministers outside the river are originally scheduled to be dispatched at full speed and will be released after delivery; the army is originally scheduled to be rewarded with one million ingots of gold and silver.

Five million gold ingots must be transferred within ten days." "If the number is not enough, the emperor's concubine and princess will receive one thousand gold ingots each, the Zong concubine will receive five hundred gold ingots, and the clan concubine will receive two hundred gold ingots.

The wife of the clan is allowed to receive 500 ingots of silver, the wife of the clan is allowed to receive 200 ingots of silver, and the daughter-in-law of the noble family is allowed to receive 100 ingots of silver. It is up to the commander-in-chief's choice." "At noon on the seventh day of the second lunar month, Marshal Nianhan of the Jin Army held a special meeting.

Under the close surveillance of tens of thousands of cavalry, Huizong of the Song Dynasty led his wives, concubines, sons-in-law, and female slaves out of the imperial city. After being identified and inspected by his chamberlain, the emperor, concubines, kings, and emperors all rode forward in carriages and sedans;

Below, the cavalry gallops with their backs on their backs."

"Damn it, God is just a blind sparrow. His wife and children were kidnapped by others. How can such a guy be the emperor!" Zhao Cheng threw the book on the table angrily and cursed.

'Whoa' Suddenly the closed window was knocked open, and a black figure rushed in. The lights in the room were immediately extinguished, two gunshots were heard, and there was a dead body on the ground. Zhao Cheng did not turn on the light, and walked to the window, preparing to start again.

When the curtains were closed, a comet streaked across the night sky, and his body was exposed to the bright starlight. There was a muffled sound, and Zhao Cheng clearly felt a hot projectile tearing apart his muscles.

Broken his sternum and passed through his heart.

"I finally died. I don't know who got rich. This money is enough to buy ten such farms." Zhao Cheng smiled helplessly, with a stream of blood pouring out of the corner of his mouth. He tried to raise his head and looked out the window. A figure quickly

Passing over the wall, he raised his hand and fired a shot. The figure fell and disappeared into the darkness. At this time, there was a roar in the air, a helicopter hovered in front of the building, several zip lines were thrown down, and several fully armed

The man in black quickly slid down and rushed into the building, but Zhao Cheng's eyes had lost all energy, and he was still leaning on the window sill, holding a gun in his hand, and the unfinished "History of the Song Dynasty" was thrown on the table.

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"Who is crying? Am I dead? How can I hear crying?" Zhao Cheng woke up suddenly, but his body seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. He tried his best but could not move his fingers. "My condolences, Your Highness, I'm afraid

It's no longer possible, I've tried my best!" "Mr. Wang, is there really no hope of salvation?" a woman sobbed, still holding on to her last glimmer of hope.

Zhao Cheng heard clearly this time. What he heard just now was the woman's cry, but he was even more confused. The voice was very unfamiliar. He had never interacted with him. How could she cry for him? Huanniang,

The imperial doctors, they thought they were making a movie.

"My Majesty, please forgive me for my incompetence. Your Highness has no pulse at all and is powerless to save his life!" Imperial Physician Wang knelt on the ground and cried. "Zun'er" The Imperial Majesty looked up at the comet in the sky outside the window and howled loudly before fainting. The maid in the room was also

He hurriedly stepped forward to support her, and Dr. Wang quickly applied the acupuncture. After a while of busy work, the empress finally woke up. Although Concubine Zheng is deeply favored by the emperor, she only has a son and a daughter. Once she gets old and loses her lust, her son will be her future.

Hope, this child was less than a month old when he was born, and was judged by the imperial physician to be injured at the root, making it difficult for him to grow up. However, he took good care of him and treated him carefully, and finally grew to be seven years old.

While enjoying the lanterns in the palace, he was squeezed into the river. He did not wake up after being rescued and died today.

"Where is this place? What's wrong!" Zhao Cheng, who was left alone, listened to the commotion and crying, and felt uneasy. Years of military life had made him develop the habit of always being vigilant. He tried to open his eyes and saw what was in front of him.

The scene still made him, a battle-hardened subway warrior, almost faint again. Why is his body so short? Those people crying don't seem to be acting. Their expressions really can't be more real. Am I also like those in the great books?

Like a pig's feet 'worn'.

Zhao Cheng quickly calmed down from the shock and looked around where he was. He saw the "Red Plum Picture" hanging on the wall in the middle. The branches on the picture were still tall and straight, and the green calyx was still sticky. There was a light red picture by the window.

There is a large snake-patterned marble case with several square inkstones and several pen holders of different shapes with lake pens inserted into them. The tall bookshelves are filled with books, some old and new, and there are several on each table, all revealing elegance. Look again

The empress, that is, the mother of her own body, although the pear blossoms are covered with rain and her face is stained with tears, she is still graceful and beautiful, maintaining a fresh and solitary charm.

"Zhu'er!" The empress threw herself on Zhao Cheng again, caressing the body and crying bitterly. "Ahem" Zhao Cheng's chest was squeezed violently, and a mouthful of thick phlegm stuck there was squeezed out from the corner of his mouth. "Zhu'er"

Son, Tamer!" Zhao Cheng was so suppressed that he rolled his eyes, vomited out phlegm, and couldn't breathe anymore.

"Empress, Your Highness is awake!" A palace maid saw Zhao Cheng's eyes and hurriedly pulled up the empress and shouted loudly. "Resurrection from the dead!" This was the first time that Wang Taiyi had seen him after being a doctor for more than half his life. She stepped forward and stretched out her hand without caring about the courtesy of a monarch and a minister.

He grabbed Zhao Cheng's wrist and after trembling for a long time, he finally touched his veins. "Empress, Your Highness is really alive," the old man said excitedly with snot and tears streaming down his face. He felt that his life had not been in vain and he finally witnessed it.

Return to Miracle.

At this moment, three people broke in. The leader wore a nine-beam crown and a yellow dragon robe. He had a slender figure, a face like gelatin, and eyes like paint. He was handsome, but his brows were furrowed, as if he was worried about something.

, followed him were two Taoist priests, one old and one young.

"Your Majesty!" In the chaos, someone finally noticed that the emperor had arrived, and everyone in the room knelt down in an instant. "My dear concubine, Erlang has gone. You have to express your condolences and don't hurt your body!" The emperor helped the empress up and advised. "Erlang is not here.

He died and he came back to life again!" the empress said with tears of joy.

"Oh?!" The two Taoist priests behind the emperor exclaimed. They both took a step forward and looked towards the couch. They happened to meet the eyes of Zhao Cheng looking over. Both of them were shocked. How could this child have such a thing?

Such murderous intent?