"Young master, young master......"

Qi Xiang felt that he had fallen into the dark abyss, I don't know how long it took, he vaguely heard someone calling to him in his ear, he opened his eyes in a daze, and saw a clean melon seed face, which was very close to him.

Qi Xiang was stunned and wanted to dodge, but found that his head was dizzy and he was very dizzy.

"Young master, great, you're finally awake."

A delicate sound, someone handed over a glass of warm water, and served Qi Xiang to drink. After a while, he felt more comfortable and could see the situation outside him clearly.

At this time, he was lying in a dilapidated house, with a bamboo mat as a bed, a yellowed tent, and a thin sheet sewn many times on his body. A gust of cold wind blew in through the cracks in the broken window, making him feel physically and mentally cold.

Qi Xiang subconsciously grabbed the sheet, panicked and confused: "Where is this?" ”

"Young master, what's wrong with you, this is home."

The delicate voice was very eager and full of worry.

Qi Xiang looked and saw a girl kneeling next to him, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a thin figure, a very clean melon seed face, and her eyes were clear like water, revealing an uneasy atmosphere.

"Are you ......" Qi Xiang was stunned and in a daze. He felt like his brain was stuffed with a mess, and he couldn't remember many things.

"Young master, I'm Xiaoqing."

The girl was very flustered, and her voice was a little more crying: "Are you okay, don't scare me......"

"Xiaoqing?"

Qi Xiang's mind moved, and then he had a splitting headache, and he couldn't help but let out a low howl, and a layer of white sweat appeared on his forehead. In the blink of an eye, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down.

"Young master, young master......"

In Xiaoqing's exclamation, Qi Xiang fainted again, but his mind was strangely lucid, and memories came flooding up, making him understand where he was now.

"I actually crossed the ......"

Qi Xiang was very shocked. In his memory, he seemed to be the son of some down-and-out literati. The literati is a showman, but because he failed to take the imperial examination for many years, he borrows alcohol all day long to kill his sorrows, and he is drunk between life and death. I was really drunk.

He kept filial piety for three years, that is, he followed the ancient system, built a shed at the grave, and waited day and night for tea and light rice. After three years of hard work. Seeing that the mourning period was over, he couldn't hold it anymore and died with a whimper.

At this time, Qi Xiang crossed over and became the owner of this body.

"Miserable ......"

Qi Xiang couldn't accept this fact, you must know that before he crossed, he was a ...... The little boss, worry-free about food and clothing. Now he is passing through the body of a teenager who is on the four walls of a family and is under the food and clothing line.

Most importantly, there is no internet, no computers, no mobile phones, no TV, no movies......

There is not all modern entertainment. How could he stand it?

Qi Xiang hung his head, but Xiaoqing was very anxious, worried Zhong Zhong said: "Young master, how are you feeling, are you hungry, I'll make fish soup for you." ”

Throwing down a sentence, Xiaoqing hurriedly ran out.

Qi Xiang raised his head, looked at Xiaoqing's disappearing figure, and sighed silently: "Xiaoqing, Xiaoqing." Why don't I call Xu Xian, otherwise I will marry a white snake...... Uh, forget it, let's think about it. What to do in the future. ”

The literati father of the body, who was poor and sour and beautiful, and his only inheritance after his death was this mud house that leaked everywhere. By the way, there are also ancestral lands and an old scalper. And...... Xiaoqing.

The maidservant Xiaoqing, who was still a scholar whose father was a talent in high school, gave him a congratulatory gift in the same year. He got some money, and on the way home, he saw a lonely little girl who sold herself to bury her father, so he was moved by compassion and brought the little girl back.

The little girl is Xiaoqing, not so much about being a servant girl, but about raising a daughter.

"It's a pity that Xiaoqing is just Xiaoqing, not Aqing, and there is no white ape father-in-law, otherwise you can learn sword ...... from her"

Qi Xiang lay on the bed and thought: "By the way, there is an old cow at home, I don't know if I understand how to speak, and I don't know if there is a Tianhu Lake for bathing nearby, otherwise you can go and peep...... Ahem, go enjoy the scenery of the lake......"

While he was making all kinds of unrealistic fantasies, Xiaoqing's exclamation suddenly came from the kitchen.

"What's wrong?"

Qi Xiang struggled and ran barefoot to the kitchen. At this time, a kitchen knife fell to the ground, and Xiaoqing covered her ears with her hands, as if she was frightened.

Next to her, in a basin of clear water, a small fish swam around.

Qi Xiang glanced at it and was surprised to find that there was actually a little red on the forehead of the small fish, as if the cinnabar was bright.

"Young Master, why did you come down?" Xiaoqing came back to his senses, and the first time he held Qi Xiang was to support him, and said urgently: "You are not well, go back and lie down." ”

"I'm fine." Qi Xiang waved his hand and pointed at the situation: "This fish ...... Where did it come from? ”

"Pick one." Xiaoqing explained: "Young master, you don't know if you're dizzy, yesterday there was a sudden strong wind, heavy rain, and thunder in the dark, which almost scared me to death." ”

"Early this morning, I went out and found this little fish by the river. I thought it was dead, but I didn't want to take it home and soak it in a basin of water, and it was alive. ”

Xiao Qingjiao smiled and said, "Young Master, wait a minute, I'll kill it and make a bowl of fish soup for you." ”

Hearing this, the little fish in the basin suddenly moved its body, swam faster, and rolled up patches of water.

Seeing this situation, Qi Xiang's mind moved, and the ghost sent an order: "Xiaoqing, don't make any fish soup, I think this fish is also pitiful, release it." ”

"Huh?" Xiaoqing hesitated: "Young Master, your fish soup ......"

"I know what you want, fish soup or something, forget it." Qi Xiang said in a gloomy tone: "Besides, my father's mourning period has not yet expired, so it is not appropriate to kill." ”

"This ......" Xiao Qing immediately wavered, and reluctantly nodded: "Okay." ”

"Good boy, take it and release it." Qi Xiang smiled, glanced at Xiaoyu, and under Xiaoqing's persuasion, went back to the room to rest.

After a while, Xiaoqing walked in and told him that he had released the little fish.

Qi Xiang nodded in confusion and fell asleep again. When he woke up the next day, he regained some of his spirits and slowly left the house and went outside to check on the situation.

It is a small impoverished mountain village, and the people have been working in the barren fields for a long time. His home is on a hillside, and there is a waterfall not far away, and the curtain of pure water flows endlessly.

Qi Xiang slowly walked to the side of the waterfall, looking at the pool of clear water at the bottom of the waterfall, his mood was very complicated. In a trance, he couldn't help but pick up a dead branch next to him, gently whip the waterfall, splashing strings of splashes.

"Draw the knife and cut off the water, the water is more flowing, raise a glass to eliminate sorrow and sorrow, life is not satisfactory in the world, and the Ming Dynasty spreads flat boats."

For a while, Qi Xiang's eyebrows were depressed, and he panicked. He wasn't ready yet, why did he cross over?

When he was nostalgic, some people applauded: "Good poetry is enough to be passed down through ......the ages."

"Nonsense, Li Bai's poems, can it be bad."

Qi Xiang muttered in his heart, and when he looked back, he was stunned. I saw that behind him, a very handsome young man slowly walked up, dressed in brocade and gorgeous clothes, with a noble temperament, similar to the prince of Wang Sun.

The most important thing is that Qi Xiang noticed that there seemed to be a small red mole at the center of the eyebrows of the young man in Chinese clothes, I don't know if it was born, or if it was decorated with sand, anyway, it was like rouge, bright and eye-catching.

Qi Xiang's mind fluttered, and he saw the handsome young man coming, and said elegantly: "In Xialong Aotian, I have seen Brother Tai." I took the liberty to speak out just now, and I was worried about my brother's poetry, so please forgive me. ”

"Long Aotian?" Qi Xiang's eyes widened, and he was very surprised: "With such a domineering name, who is the protagonist?" ”

"Brother, what's wrong?" Long Aotian was inexplicable, looking at himself left and right.

“…… It's okay. Qi Xiang shook his head: "It's just that I feel that in the world, how can there be such a magnificent character as Brother Long, which makes people feel ashamed." ”

Long Aotian blushed and smiled shyly: "Thank you, brother, for your praise...... By the way, my brother is also young and prosperous, and when he is in high spirits, how can he tell his sorrow by the pool? ”

"Where do I have any sorrow, it's just that the teenager doesn't know the taste of sorrow, and he is just worried about giving new words." Qi Xiang sighed, and the meaning of loneliness on his body became more and more intense.

Long Aotian's eyes lit up again, and he invited with a smile: "Brother Tai, it's spring, spring is full of joy, we hit it off at first sight, why don't we travel together, how about it?" ”

"Huh?" Qi Xiang was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked at the bleak trees next to him, pieces of withered yellow leaves, is this spring?

"Hey, it looks like it's spring."

Suddenly, Qi Xiang felt that his eyes were flowering, and in a trance, he saw that time passed quickly, and the dead branches and leaves pulled out new green shoots, and then the tips of the buds stretched and turned into patches of turquoise green leaves.

In the blink of an eye, it is the season of spring flowers.

Everything is revived, full of interest, the bending clear stream is cheerful, and the glass of fine wine, along the leisurely clear stream, slowly spreads in the hands of literati.

The sun is shining, and the green lawn is full of wildflowers.

Qi Xiang was in a trance, and found that he was wearing a wide-sleeved robe made of fine silk, with a graceful demeanor, and holding a fragrant wood fan inlaid with jade in his hand, rich and elegant, outstanding.

Around him, strange literati, like stars holding the moon, surrounded him, either flattering, or heartfelt congratulations, laughter, and so on.

Qi Xiang frowned slightly, a little uncomfortable.

At the same time, a handsome young man walked over with light steps, his eyes shining and his smiling eyes charming.

"Brother Dragon......"

Seeing this person, Qi Xiang subconsciously opened his mouth to call, and his tone was very cordial and familiar, and he was even more at ease.

"Brother Tai, you worked hard for half a year, studied hard, participated in the county examination, the government examination, and the hospital examination, all ranked first, and won the small three yuan in a row, becoming a veritable head of the case."

Long Aotian smiled and said, "This is a gratifying thing, why are you not in high spirits?" ”

"Me? Case first? Qi Xiang was ignorant and muttered to himself: "Or, am I really the protagonist?" (To be continued.) )