Falling down the stairs of less than ten steps, there was a thick velvet blanket on the ground, even if Kyogokuhiko was really unlucky and landed on his head, he was only in a coma for less than two hours, and after waking up, he vomited neatly and threw up the Ximen Sojiro who accompanied the bed, and then lay quietly on the bed and pretended to be dead.

The last shot of the memory is the flame-colored clouds under the slanting light of the sunset.

He said that he was a middle-two disease since he was a child, he had the air of a tyrant, he never lacked the stunts of being called, and the strange worldview of the supremacy of the widow and the rest of the servants definitely has a source. Forced to relive the throne for decades in two hours, even death is unstable, forced to be dragged to another world, and repeatedly tossed hundreds of years of memory, the only feeling is that the nature of the country is easy to change and difficult to change.

In his previous life, he was not a Ming Jun, and in this life, he showed the signs of a tyrant early in his life, and the little young master stared at the baroque ceiling above his head expressionlessly, and turned over silently.

It's better to take a leave of absence for the math test in the afternoon.

Beside him, the gray-haired doctor smiled kindly and asked for the fifth time, "Young Master Jingji, do you remember how you were injured?" The tone is naturally unconcerned about his state of being completely ignored, he has been a family doctor in the Kyogoku family for more than ten years, and he has long been accustomed to this little young master's good words, which is called calm, wise, and individual, but in fact, it is the attitude of autism and poisonous tongue.

"Yes." Kyogoku said that the wonderful taste of eggs and vegetable leaves plus ink and paint made it difficult for him to forget it.

The doctor nodded with a smile and wrote a few lines in the notebook, opened the door and asked Ximen Jiro, who was waiting outside, to come in to visit the patient.

Saimen asked him nervously, "How do you feel now?" Still want to throw up? Or do you want to eat something? Do you want to drink water? ”

The second young master of the tea ceremony family, dedicated to running errands. Staring at the face in front of him for a while, he found that he had successfully matched the voice of the face with the identity for the first time, and Kyogokuhiko gave Ximen Sojiro a rare good look, "Help me take a week's leave, prepare the chestnut yokan of Shuiyue and the fish fillet porridge of the Rice Flower Hotel, now, go out." ”

Ximen Sojiro's good-natured voice should be yes, Kyogokuhiko closed his eyes and opened them again, "By the way, you guys are boring games, stop it for me." The patients were entitled to be willful, and he happily made up his mind, lay back and pulled up the quilt, closed his eyes and enjoyed his sick leave.

Most of Yingde's teachers are very acquainted, and with the status of the Jingji family, even if the little young master skips class every day, it will not affect his final grades at all

When he woke up again, Kyogokuhiko was in his own home, and after a little effort to wake up, he sat up with his eyes blank, and opened his mouth with a stiff face on his messy hair, and immediately a sweet fruit candy was put in his mouth, which perfectly healed his groggy head when he woke up.

The young man squatting on the side of the bed was very familiar, and after silently recalling it, Kyogokuhiko found his name: "Misakuaki? How did you end up here? "The young master of the American writer, a special shield for middle-aged and elderly women who are overzealous.

It seems that after the memory was restored, the face amnesia that had plagued him for more than ten years did not heal itself.

"His Majesty the King is injured, how can he, a knight, not show up?" As he spoke, Mr. Jiro Nishimen walked into the room with a food box, and Kyogokuhiko sniffled, feeling that his stomach was beginning to show a sense of existence, "But you actually know him, and I was shocked when I knew." ”

"Yes, yes, yes." Mei Sakuaki nodded and made a sad expression, "It's really sad." ”

"I don't know." Hua Ze, who was lying on the sofa in the room reading a book, followed suit.

It's weird, isn't it, all three of them knew Kyogokuhiko and thought they had a good relationship with him, but it wasn't until today that they found out that they knew the same person as each other.

In this regard, Kyogokuhiko turned a deaf ear and sat down on the bed by himself, Ximen Zongjiro diligently opened the special small table on the bed, and brought out fish fillet porridge and chestnut yokan, if it weren't for Kyogokuhiko's eyes being too cold, he probably wanted to feed it one bite at a time.

I tasted a mouthful of porridge first, the taste was right, it was indeed bought from the Rice Flower Hotel, and there was no problem with the color of the yokan, after the identification was completed, the yokan was pushed aside for supper, and Kyogokuhiko immersed himself in feeding his empty belly.

As for the three people who were watching aside, he didn't think he was obligated to report to them about his friendship.

And they're not friends

silent

Plaintive

Something dark began to creep in

Looking at the inexplicably rippling eyes of the Hua Ze class, the arrogant and domineering young master Jingji moved a certain string in his heart, raised his eyebrows and said: "If you don't ask, do you want me to report after you at any time?" It's not your dog. ”

The young man's appearance is handsome and soft, but a pair of eyes are round and raised, which makes him look like a cat whose arrogance is justified, even if he is now pale and sitting on the bed, it makes people feel that they are a head shorter.

With this kind of look, all the mistakes have become their own faults, and several people shrunk their necks and honestly bowed their heads to apologize: "Yes, yes, yes ”

This is about the same, Kyogokuhiko raised his chin and tried to adjust his tone: "I'll remember to inform you next time." He tilted his head slightly and snorted coldly, "Why don't you leave to spend the night at my house?" ”

The arrogant tone of alms can't hide the thin red at the root of the ears, the first time I saw such a soft Kyogokuhiko in more than ten years, and the three of them left with the same dreamy expression on their faces.

It's like a dream

So they all forgot about it, and the Daoming Temple Division was still at home anxiously waiting for them to go back and report how the little master was feeling.

Listening to the footsteps outside the door, Kyogokuhiko had a cold smile on his face, climbed out of bed and watched the three cars leave one after another by the window, and sighed that the children were getting better and better at fooling them now.

It seems that it is quite a pleasant game to satisfy the stupid heart of the servant once in a while.

It was six o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was going to set and hang on the horizon, every qiē was stained with a strange dim yellow color, the familiar and subtle chill enveloped him again, the stiffness from his bones made him a little sick to his stomach, covered his mouth and retched a few times, he endured the dizziness and climbed onto the windowsill, closed his eyes and jumped down without hesitation.

The chill that had haunted him since the old man's death was never believed to be a hallucination caused by the so-called qi deficiency and body cold, especially after his memory was restored, as long as he remembered what it might be, he was so disgusted that he couldn't bear to stay in that room any longer.

Looks like we're going to have to get something back.

The boy jumped out of the third floor in a wide nightgown and rose in the wind like a light butterfly.

That's right, Kyogokuhiko didn't fall, an invisible but tangible force allowed him to float in the air. "Take me to Ichihara's Yoko." He spoke, relaxing his body and letting the power fly high with him.

On the other side, Ichihara Yuko prepared the refreshments early, closed the door to thank the guests, holding the teacup and smiling as Kyogokuhiko staggered to the ground.

"It's been a long time." Ichihara Yuko spat out a smoke ring and looked at Kyogokuhiko's now soft young body.

"Put out the cigarette." Kyogokuhiko sneezed, frowned and coughed a few times, and commanded, kneeling on the tatami mat with his back straight, his eyes undisguised with sharp arrogance.

"Look at me, I've forgotten about your fragile lungs right now." Ichihara Yoko put the pipe away, smiled and poured three cups of tea, one to Kyogokuhiko, and one to the other side of the table, "It's hard work to bring this all the way, please use a cup of coarse tea too." ”

"Him?" Kyogohiko asked.

"It's a very cute tengu-shang." Ichihara Yoko said, pretending to cover his mouth in surprise, "But can't you even 'see', I'm really lucky to see you so weakly." ”

Kyogokuhiko pulled away a sneer, "I should already know the purpose of my visit." ”

"Here's what you want." Ichihara said, "Presumably you are also ready to pay me the price. ”

"Trying to touch my prestige and glory, your courage is worthy of praise." Kyogokuhiko raised his head and said, as a variable outside the rules, he had long expected his forced reincarnation and unplanned amnesia, and also left a safe way out for himself, who made the world so desperate to wipe out his variable from the outside.

And who told him that he never had a good feeling for the world.

"Then, please inspect the goods." Ichihara Yuzi took out a wooden box and pushed it to him, and the wooden box contained a piece of jade, to be precise, it was a jade seal.

Symbolizing the supremacy of a country, the jade seal of the country.

Ichihara Yoko was responsible for keeping the jade seal when Kyogokuhiko was reincarnated, and in return, Kyogokuhiko had to give his name to Ichihara Yoko, the name of the vast kingdom that ruled in another world.

Kyogohiko took out the jade seal, dipped his finger in the tea and wrote a pardon on the table, covering the jade seal.

Forgiving one's own sins is really something that only an emperor can do, just like more than ten years ago, he also stamped a big seal under a mighty edict of sin, sentenced himself, deprived himself of all his strength, and was reincarnated into the dead baby as a simple wanderer.

With his original weakness, this is the only way to keep his strength from being swallowed up by the world.

The word forgiveness gradually exuded an extremely dazzling brilliance under the jade seal, and the jade seal gradually melted into a point of light into Jing Jiyan's body, and a certain power that had been far away from him for more than ten years once again surged up from the deepest part of his soul, and at the same time, something was forcibly stripped out.

He heard Ichihara's laughing voice.

"Thank you for your patronage."

Profiteer. Jing Jiyan scolded secretly, worried that he would not admit it after recovering his strength, so he simply took advantage of his lack of ability to resist and forcibly collected the payment, if it weren't for the fact that Ichihara Yuzi had been diligently guarding his jade seal under the prying eyes of many forces for more than ten years, he would definitely immediately open this broken shop.

However, he only had the strength to think about it, and the excessive impact of power was not something that his current body could bear lightly, and by the time his consciousness recovered, it was already the next day.

This meant that he had to deal with the constant stream of visitors.

I'm so irritable, I really want to get them all out.