One Hundred and Nine Miss

"Tangning...Tangning...Eating..." A soft and kind voice called out a name that was a little vague in his memory. When Chris wanted to open his mouth to answer the familiar voice, he realized that he Don't open your mouth.

He stretched out his hand nervously to grab the people and things in front of him, but finally found himself lifting the quilt and sitting up from the bed.

Haven't had a dream for a long time? Chris looked at his palm through the moonlight outside the window and calmed down his nervousness.

Since crossing into this world, he found that he could walk around the technology tree as if he was awake every night when he was sleeping. He can look at everything he wants, and he can look up and flip through any material.

Therefore, when he sleeps at night, he is more accustomed to using his golden finger to strengthen his knowledge, because no matter how long he swims in the knowledge sea of ​​the technology tree, after waking up, he will be full of energy as if he had really slept for that long.

Like today, there are really not many days when he really slept in the past - when he really closed his eyes and enjoyed the peace that the darkness brought him, he realized that he could not have the familiar past, but only Just bury them in the depths of your heart.

Those bits and pieces of the past, those relatives who fought for them... The warmth of that familiar home, in this other world where he can call the wind and call the rain, will never return to him again.

Already the Emperor of Alan Hill, he can enjoy the most expensive food, taste the spiciest wine, and even countless women are willing to let him enjoy it, but when he wakes up at night because of longing dreams, he can only be alone. I miss the place called "home".

Although he has a million troops who can fight for him, even though he has civil servants and military officers to guard the Quartet for him, the supreme emperor of the great Ailan Hill is always only a single person.

He has no relatives in this world, and the pile of cold graves on the outskirts of Seris City is all this body cares about in this world. And his soul from China in the 21st century can only live alone in this world.

For a moment, Chris even felt that he was so crazy to build an industrial civilization, so desperate to create planes, cars, trains and ships, but it was just because of missing.

He misses another world, misses the world he may never go back to - so he can only use the power he has to turn this world into that world, and even in some details, he is stubbornly unwilling to go. Change, just to allow myself to find that familiar feeling...

Chris lifted the quilt over his lap, rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed, his feet on the soft carpet. The moonlight shone on the full-loaded pistol on the bedside table, reflecting a faint silver light.

Even if he is an emperor now, his fragile sense of security is not as good as lying on that warm bed before crossing. At least then he didn't have to worry, one day a magician would suddenly appear in his room and turn him into charcoal with a magic.

Reaching out and touching the switch beside him, Chris found a familiar feeling in this world again. He turned on the light with a click, and the moonlit room immediately lit up.

"Is there anything you need, Your Majesty?" The guard who was just outside the door pushed open the door and asked softly about the great emperor who was already a mortal co-owner. Today's duty is a young man, dressed in neat military uniform.

They followed the Emperor every day, watching the sages who came from thousands of miles away to kneel to him, watching the pious civilians screaming to him frantically, watching the beautiful woman kissing him like a pilgrimage back of hand.

Each of these guards responsible for Chris's safety is loyal, carefully selected, and even has strict height standards. Each of them is proud to be the personal bodyguard of His Majesty Emperor Alan Hill, and they are willing to lay down their lives for His Majesty the Emperor.

While guarding by the emperor's side, watching their emperor work diligently, and rushing to make Alan Hill more beautiful, they love this emperor who looks sacred, but is very human.

They have never seen other emperors, but the present His Majesty Chris is friendly and never loses his temper. There are only secretariat staff and a small number of servants serving—following such an emperor’s Majesty’s side, the work of guarding It seems to be a lot easier.

It's just that these guards have a feeling that this emperor's majesty always seems to be out of tune with everything around him. He doesn't seem to integrate himself into the world, and has been wandering in an unfamiliar gray area.

An old man who came to join Chris and was finally appointed to work in the cultural publicity department once described Chris's state vividly. After talking with Chris, the old man expressed his feelings frankly: "He lives here, but is always ready to leave."

"I'm fine, just get up and move around!" Chris stood up from the bed, glanced at the pistol on the bedside table again, and didn't reach for the sense of security that was so close at hand. He walked straight to the door in his pajamas, full of mockery of his own cowardice.

It's not bad to be a king who is assassinated in his pajamas, at least in his own castle - thought Chris. He walked out of the bedroom, walked into the corridor, looked at the exquisite landscape paintings hanging on both sides, and walked all the way to the vicinity of the stairs.

The secretary on duty in the attendant's room and the waiter on duty tonight have followed, looking at the guards behind Chris, and asking what happened with their eyes. They all have their own duty rooms. Naturally, unlike the security guards, they can lie down on the desk in the office and sleep for a while.

Chris saw more and more troops behind him at the entrance of the stairs, and the army had begun to have a mighty trend. A wry smile appeared on his face: the ordinary life he was familiar with would never return to him. His every move now represents the most eye-catching event in this empire.

He was embarrassed to say that he just wanted to walk around casually and experience the quiet and ordinary life in the middle of the night, so he could only lift his feet and walk down the stairs. And those who were already behind him, of course, could only go downstairs with the mysterious Emperor His Majesty.

Heavy and dense footsteps sounded in the castle, and more guards and servants crowded downstairs, watching His Majesty the Emperor, who almost never woke up at night, go down the stairs and go straight to the door of his office.

The guards guarding there lined up on both sides and helped Chris open the door. The waiter entered the room first and turned on the light for Chris. A yellowish incandescent light came on, illuminating the room from four directions.

The drawings slumped on the huge drawing table are as messy as they are during the day, and the books that Chris have written are all around—this room is arguably the most familiar place for Chris. He often works here after crossing, and because of his work, it is full of the atmosphere of the 21st century.

The books here are all books from the earth that Chris is familiar with, and the patterns of the chairs here are all from the earth in the 21st century. The incandescent light bulbs here remind Chris of the dim lights in his home when he was a kid…

"I'm sorry! I suddenly remembered something and wanted to record it, so I came here." Chris smiled apologetically to the attendant and the servant on duty behind him.

He didn't have the embarrassment to tell the truth, so he could only say such a white lie to cover up his embarrassment: "I don't have any orders to issue, the servants should go back to rest. Just leave a servant outside, I Will speak if necessary."

After letting the people behind him disperse, Chris walked to the front of the chair and looked at the complicated drawing he drew during the day. It was a design drawing of a large transformer, and no one could help him share the work for the time being.

Chris reached out and stroked the line that was exactly the same as the drawing reflected in his mind, and suddenly remembered that he had been in this world for more than two years. This was a very embarrassing time, because he had been familiar with everything here for two years, but he had not had time to forget himself in another world.

Go to the sofa in the corner, sit down and let the whole person fall into a soft package. Chris glanced at the books on the wall that he dictated and recorded by others, as well as the books he wrote himself, diluting his nostalgia for the past with a sense of accomplishment.

And outside the door of the study where the sentimental Emperor was, the secretaries of the servants' room who were awakened were discussing with the general manager in charge of His Majesty's daily life about the abnormality of His Majesty the Emperor tonight.

"Your Majesty never sleeps, why did you suddenly get up tonight?" the slightly panicked secretary on duty asked the butler looking at His Majesty the Emperor with some unease.

"This is not a good phenomenon. It may be too stressful, or it may be too busy..." The old housekeeper was in charge of Chris's daily life.

"Use... to inform the cabinet?" The secretary was a little unsure. He didn't know whether to bring His Majesty's daily life to the cabinet for study.

"Uh, I think it's better to inform Lord Des and Lord Deans." The butler thought for a while and felt that it was necessary to notify the cabinet about His Majesty the Emperor's mental state. After all, His Majesty the Emperor is not an ordinary person, he is Ai Lanxi God of Er...

Then, on the second day, His Majesty the Emperor didn't stay up late to draw for more than a year, and the news that he got up and went to the drawing room last night spread to the cabinet.

"As expected of the (zi) emperor (zou), the emperor (hui), the majesty (tu), the emperor (ji), the great (xg) of Wei (ren)..." After hearing the news, holding a stack of documents, the Industrial Technology Department Minister Smith exclaimed with admiration on his face.

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