"Xi Zijin?" Tang Ziqian murmured and repeated Meng Po's words. The dream that had been bothering him since he was a child suddenly flashed in his mind. His heart beat violently, and he felt as if he had been thrown into an extremely cold place.
Qingqing is Xi Zijin, so who is he? Is he the Ji Zhongkang in the dream?
"Yes, Xi Zijin." Meng Po glanced at him and saw through his heart, "Seven hundred years ago, your name was Ji Zikang."
So, is he really the maid named Linchun in the dream, the ruthless and unjust King Yan?
There was a burning sensation in his throat, which was so dry that it felt uncomfortable. He ignored it and swallowed hard. His voice trembled slightly, as if it was coming from the other side, "Those dreams...are they real?" [
"Yeah." Po Meng nodded, "That's the memory left over from that life of yours."
Impossible! Doesn’t every ghost who crosses the Naihe Bridge have to drink Meng Po soup? Why is he the only one who still retains the memories of countless lifetimes?
"So... your Meng Po Soup is fake?" He hesitated and asked with a frown.
"Of course not!" Mrs. Meng jumped up and paced back and forth in the room angrily.
"Didn't I drink Meng Po soup?"
"Drink."
"Then why else..." Did you still have memories after drinking Meng Po's soup? I strongly suspect that Meng Po mixed water in the soup to create fake and shoddy products.
Mrs. Meng waved her hand, and a large mirror immediately appeared in front of her eyes, "I can't explain it in a few words, you'd better see for yourself."
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He saw himself in that mirror and also saw Zuo Qingqing.
In the first life, he was Ji Zhongkang, the seventh prince in the Ganlu Dynasty, and she was the only daughter of Xi Zhiheng, who would become a great craftsman.
That year, Prince Yan's palace was undergoing extensive renovations, and 13-year-old Xi Zijin followed his father into the palace.
That was the first time he met Xi Zijin, in the back garden of Prince Yan's palace. At that time, he was eighteen years old and full of vigor. The two royal brothers had a disagreement and fought.
The result of one against two can be imagined.
There was no brotherly love in the royal family, so the two royal brothers beat him severely. He was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he was tied behind a rockery where no one usually passed by. He was starved for three days and three nights until he was on the verge of death.
She helped her father deliver design drawings, saw them when passing by, rescued him, held the medicine box and filled him with medicine distressedly, and took him back to her house to take good care of him. After he recovered from his injury, she accompanied him and wrote a full letter.
They hid in the back garden together and pasted them in the rockery cave. Then, they put their hands on their hips happily and watched each other laugh. The two formed a deep friendship.