When I woke up again, the scene around me was a great change.

He was lying on a bed with a mattress underneath him, a pillow on his head, and a tent hanging from the four pillars of the bed. He turned his head and saw a middle-aged man intently checking his pulse, his brows silent. On the left side of the middle-aged man was a little girl, who saw him open his eyes and said with a smile: "Brother is awake, brother is awake." ”

He smiled reluctantly, not pretending, but feeling weak and weak, and did not obey the call at all, this laugh was already the maximum action.

"Dad, my brother is fine, my brother is fine." The little girl smiled happily, and her face seemed to bloom as if a lotus flower was blooming.

Even though he was still completely ignorant, his heart was drunk when he saw this smile.

"It's okay, of course he's fine." The middle-aged man pretended to snort coldly. "Entering the pharmacy on an empty stomach is a taboo for doctors, but unfortunately many doctors don't know this. Take that lesson to heart. ”

The middle-aged man let go of the fingers that were pressing his wrist, and he was also relieved.

The little girl pouted and said, "Dad, my brother has just woken up, so don't teach him a lesson yet." ”

The middle-aged man touched her head and said with a smile: "Where is my lesson, it is just for him to remember this matter." ”

The little girl looked into his eyes with concern: "Brother, what do you think?" ”

His mind was still muddy, and his body was still the same, so he could only grin bitterly again.

"Silly girl, he was smoked by those medicinal gases, and when he woke up, he didn't hinder it, how could he recover so quickly. Go to the kitchen and ask Zhou's mother to make porridge, remember to add some lotus seeds, yams and licorice. The middle-aged man commanded.

"My brother is drugged, and you give him medicated porridge, isn't that adding fuel to the fire?" The little girl wondered.

"What do you know, yam nourishes the stomach and replenishes qi, although licorice is a medicinal material, pharmacology is the key to neutralizing the compatibility of monarchs and ministers in various prescriptions, which can relieve the risk of drug overdose, so all prescriptions are inseparable from licorice, this is the truth. His body was already impregnated with a large amount of medicinal gas, and he was using licorice to neutralize it. ”

The little girl understood, smiled, and ran out of the room. The middle-aged man stood beside the bed for a moment, looked at him with pity on his face, and then walked out as well.

"So, that bullshit quantum teleportation really succeeded?" He felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart, no matter what, he was still alive, no matter whether he lived in the 21st century or the feudal and decadent Ming Dynasty, as long as he lived.

Those bastards are really capable, and they have developed science and technology to such a fantastic realm that they can send people from the 21st century to the Ming Dynasty in an instant.

His heart was both amazed and delighted.

As a flood of memory information that did not belong to him surfaced in his mind, he had figured out the situation of the body he was covering, which was actually himself.

His name is besides, he is fifteen years old this year, his father's name is Zhong, he is a famous doctor in Suzhou, and he has a younger sister, who must be the little girl standing in front of the bed, Fang is named Guo Yu, eleven years old. He followed his father to study medicine while studying, and he is still a child, that is, an ordinary student, and even Xiucai has not been admitted, not because he is not good enough, but because his father does not want him to become famous in his early years.

Moreover? That's enough to say. It's not even a noun, it should be an adverb. His grammar in middle school was a mess, and the distinction between conjunctions and adverbs was really unclear.

After figuring out the current situation, he had a cold war again, he was deep behind the "enemy", and the "enemy" was all the people of the Ming Dynasty, as long as it was discovered that he had the characteristics of a 21st century person, he was afraid that he would be possessed by a demon, tied to a pillar of fire and burned to death, and he would not even get a complete corpse.

After figuring out the current situation and absorbing and digesting the memory information, he found that his body was able to move freely. He was happy again, but he didn't rush to get up, but continued to pretend to be sick.

Pretend, I'm afraid this is what I have to do every day in the future. Maybe to be more precise, it's acting, playing this role. Thinking of this, he suddenly thought: maybe life is really like a play, everyone lives in the world, but unconsciously plays the role arranged by the Creator, but he was unconscious before, and now he is conscious.

"Brother, are you better?" The little girl walked in and interrupted his train of thought.

He said with a slight groan: "I am nothing, I just feel dizzy and have no strength at all." What's wrong with me? ”

"You're really nothing." Guo Yu grinned and said, "I just went to the pharmacy on an empty stomach to sort out the medicinal materials, and I was caught by the medicinal qi." Dad still scolded you, but his old man hadn't said anything about it before. You say you're not wronged. ”

He smiled bitterly, and in his memory, he was not caught by any medicinal herbs, but when he was filling the medicine box with medicinal herbs, he was suddenly hit by something, and the feeling was extremely strong, I am afraid that I will never forget it in this life, and the feeling at that time was that my brain was shattered and my body was torn to pieces.

It turned out that the Ming Dynasty was already dormant, and the soul and body were temporarily covered. At this moment, two souls dwell in one body, one awake and the other asleep.

He thought again, my brother in the Ming Dynasty, I don't want to come either, but the country is in trouble, so we can't ignore it. When he thought of these mysterious questions, he really had a headache, and if he really thought about it and figured it out, he might really have his brain shattered.

"Brother, your illness is not light, I'll go to my father to take a look at you." Guo Yu looked at his painful expression and was a little worried.

"No, I'm just ...... It's just a bit of a stomachache. He hurried to find an excuse.

Pretending to be sick can only be done in moderation, if you really come up with some miracle doctor to check for yourself, it will be really troublesome to find out the problem.

"Young Master, if you have a stomachache, it's hunger, not a disease." With a hearty laugh, a stout middle-aged woman walked in, holding a lacquer plate containing a bowl of thick porridge with a faint medicinal fragrance.

"Mother Liu, I'll feed my brother." Guo Yu rushed to serve the porridge bowl and picked up the spoon to feed him porridge.

That Mother Liu knew that their brother and sister had a deep relationship, so she just watched with a smile from the sidelines.

After drinking porridge for one night, he really felt that he had more strength in his body, and he was eager to get up. Guo Yu and Liu's mother both stopped it.

"Brother, what are you anxious about, lie down for a day, drink medicinal porridge for a day, and you will get better tomorrow."

"That's it, young master, no matter how busy you are, it's not bad for this day."

Guo Yu and Liu's mother lay down on him, and when they saw that he closed his eyes and wanted to sleep, they tiptoed out.

He really closed his eyes and lay down for a while, but his mind was very chaotic, there were so many things that he couldn't sort out for a while. He let the chaos in his mind churn and didn't think about anything.

He still couldn't lie down, anxious to get acquainted with his surroundings, although this was all in his memory, and there were vivid scenes, after all, he didn't experience it himself. He sat up and moved his upper body, feeling a turbid air emanating from him, and his limbs were no longer stiff. With his foot stretched out, he kicked it against the wooden shelf on the edge of the bed, and there was a hint of piercing pain.

He lifted the quilt, bent down to touch his feet with his hands, and as soon as his hands touched his feet, he couldn't help but cry out with an "ah".

Six!

Moreover, he found that he actually had six toes on his right foot......

He froze. I have a lot of thoughts in my heart, but one thing is clear, I must not let others see the flaws. Calming down, he turned and got out of bed.

Besides, walking around the room, looking at his bed, it was just an ordinary pine bed, and the tables, chairs, and books in the room were all ordinary things, and if you moved to the 21st century, of course, they were all fine furniture.

There are calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls of the four walls, this is all the handwriting, he stared at it carefully, his heart was frightened, the ancients really could not be underestimated, a fifteen-year-old boy's calligraphy and painting level has reached the master's level, of course, the technique is still a little immature, but the depth of the realm may not be reached by all the masters of the 21st century.

Will you show your stuffing? He was really troubled.

He walked to the table, subconsciously opened the inkstone, and began to sharpen the ink, practicing calligraphy is his daily compulsory course, painting is secondary.

After grinding the ink, he found the daily small character pen in the pen holder, spread out a piece of rice paper, and began to write Wang Xizhi's masterpiece "Huang Tingjing".

It is said that Wang Xizhichao liked white geese, and he took a fancy to a group of white geese raised in a Taoist temple, so he offered to buy them, but the Taoist priest did not sell them, and offered to let him write a few Taoist scriptures in exchange.

Wang Xizhi didn't put up the scores of celebrities, and really sat down honestly and wrote a few Taoist scriptures, one of which is the calligraphy masterpiece "Huang Ting Jing" that has been handed down to future generations. After writing it, he triumphantly drove a flock of white geese home. At that time, he may not have known that the characters he wrote would become the originator of calligraphy in later generations. Although Zhong Miao was before him, his influence was a little worse.

He first brewed for a while, remembering the form of each character in the copybook, and then began to memorize, that is, not looking at the copybook to copy. Write and write, and get into the state. When he finished writing, he felt like he was in a floating cloud.

"Okay, this one is well written."

The sound of the bell came from behind him, and he shuddered with fright and hurried to get up. Holding him on the shoulder, he continued:

"It seems that this illness has inspired you. This copy has a very good flavor of the two Jins, and there are many dots in it that are very innovative, but it is full of the flavor of the two Jins, it seems that you have suddenly realized some truth. This article is good, it must be put away, this may be a turning point on your calligraphy road. ”

After listening to Guo Zhong's words, he suddenly realized that his heart was not good. He looked at the words he had written, and still found a problem, although he copied the words of the notebook in his memory, but this memory mixed up a lot of his.

The ancients learned little and were refined, and often specialized in one technique, which was naturally not comparable to modern people in later generations, and then this calligraphy was the opposite. Moreover, the copybook is only an ordinary version, and it has been extended many times, and many places have been distorted, but the copybook in their memory is the best version of the ancient times restored with photographic technology.

"This word should be hidden, neither discarded, nor seen by outsiders, I know you are a little unwilling to bow your head and lower your eyebrows, but what our family needs most is not to be famous in the world, but to survive safely."

His back was a little cold when he listened, and he couldn't taste the meaning of the bell's words for a while, could it be that he just teleported over and missed the horse's feet? Still is...... Besides, the clock is the one who was sent by the previous group to teleport?

No way? Two people who teleported back and forth were left in one family, and they became father and son?

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