When he opened his eyes, what Han Jiang saw was the beams, the kind of very old beams.

Han Jiang sat up, gently rubbed his swollen head, and then looked at his hands, the hands were not big, very white, no calluses, not a pair of working hands, and they should be very young, without mirrors, Han Jiang didn't know his current appearance and couldn't guess his current age.

Han Jiang's head was still clear, and he knew what he had been through.

The last memory, died in a plane crash.

He was still very awake after the crossing, in the middle of the night when the snow was falling, his body was naked, his stomach was empty, and after picking up a robe that he didn't know who had lost it, he couldn't walk before he could find a place to shelter himself from the cold, and he just silently waited for death to come in the wind and snow.

At this time, it seems that he has been rescued.

Han Jiang touched the bed, the wood of the bed was good, although he didn't know what kind of wood it was, but he knew that the wood with a faint fragrance must be good wood. Look at this quilt again, silk, touched it, and Han Jiang felt that it was filled with silk.

There was a brazier in the house, and there was no smoke burning on it, but a faint scent of charcoal.

The floor is paved with wooden strips, and the screen in front of the bed is a wooden frame, and the inside is very exquisite embroidery of Meilan bamboo chrysanthemum, which seems to be the style of Shu embroidery, Han Jiang doesn't study this very much, so he doesn't dare to draw conclusions.

This house, Han Jiang can be sure, must be a rich family, and it is not an ordinary rich family.

The person outside the door seemed to hear the movement inside the house and pushed the door in. Dressed in short clothes and tied a ball on the top of his head with a blue cloth, the people who came in saw Han Jiang get up, first bowed, and then said: "Please rest for a while, this is cold, don't be in a hurry to get up, the little one immediately arranged for someone to send a bowl of porridge to the little official, this was ordered by the lord." ”

Han Jiang spoke: "Don't be busy delivering porridge, please tell your lord that Han wants to thank your lord for saving his life." ”

"Yes, the little ones will go."

After the person dressed in short clothes left, Han Jiang looked at his hand again, pulled off his clothes and looked at his body again, he clearly heard the other party call himself a petty official.

Since a small word has been added, has I really become smaller?

Unfortunately, there are no mirrors in this room.

Soon, the servant in Tsing Yi came back and bowed: "Little official, my lord is waiting for the little official in the study." ”

A few maidservants entered at this time, dressed in brocade and jade belts, and had already prepared a set of clothes according to Han Jiang's figure.

When Han Jiang saw the handmaid reaching out to untie his clothes, he subconsciously was ready to stretch out his hand to block it, but soon he realized that this was not right, looking at the handmaid's dress here is very similar to ancient times, so what should the identity of a person who was called an official or a petty official in ancient times?

Han Jiang remembered that before the crossing, the most famous was the Ximen official.

What the hell is that little official?

Thinking about the servant in Tsing Yi again, he is definitely not clear without a whip. The maids who came in at this time, Qin and Han did not have this way of wearing, and they were definitely not Ming.

It was shown on TV that the clothes of the Ming Dynasty were very conservative.

The Ximen officials were from the Song Dynasty, and they were called officials, no matter how big or small, they should be regarded as people with status.

So if a person with status changes his clothes, will he lose his identity?

But since it has been blocked, Han Jiang naturally has to have a reasonable explanation. Han Jiang said: "Can my face be clean, if there is dirt on my face, it is very rude." ”

"Yes, yes, it's small, I didn't think it through."

The maidservants who were about to undress Han Jiang took the clothes and retreated to the side in turn, and Han Jiang observed very carefully.

These people seem to be very particular about what position they stand on, and how big they are, as if they have been rigorously trained.

After a while, another team of maidservants arrived, in addition to the first one, the others were holding copper basins, cloth towels, and boxes, Han Jiang didn't know what was in the box.

This time, the maidservant girl led by her stretched out her hand to Han Jiang, who kept her calm as much as possible and let herself stand here without moving.

The maids were very professional, first untying Han Jiang's belt, cleansing her face, wiping her hair with a warm clothcloth, and then recombing her hair, tying her hair, and spraying perfume powder. Then he changed Han Jiang's clothes, and finally someone held a tray, with flowers on the tray and flowers made of gold and silver.

Han Jiang didn't understand, but he still pointed to a golden flower casually.

The maidservant stood on a small stool and put the flower on Han Jiang's sideburns.

Wear flowers!

Han Jiang remembered that in the TV series Water Margin, men wore flowers, so it may be the Song Dynasty at this time.

Han Jiang thought again: Northern Song Dynasty, Southern Song Dynasty? Is it a real time and space, or an alternate dynasty?

At this time, the little student in short clothes stepped forward: "Please move, little official." Han Jiang hurriedly put away his nonsense and followed the young man dressed in short clothes to walk out.

Outside the door, there was another team of maidservants, there were those who were responsible for making lanterns, and there were handmaidens who didn't know what they were carrying.

With such a big show, then this family is no longer rich, but extremely expensive.

The short beat Xiaosheng led the way in front, the maid who lit the lantern illuminated Han Jiang, and the maid behind followed.

As he was walking, Han Jiang saw that there seemed to be light in the air in the distance, and he couldn't help but stop.

The short hit Xiaosheng hurriedly took a few steps back: "Little official, there are orders." ”

Han Jiang shook his head: "It's okay, it's just that I saw a light in the distance just now." ”

The short hit Xiaosheng bowed and replied in a low voice: "There is a place over there that stopped half of the temple in winter, and I don't know why the water suddenly went out tonight, I thought that the fire had been extinguished a long time ago, but I am afraid that there are still some fires that have not been extinguished at this time." ”

"Keep leading the way."

"Yes, petty officer."

Han Jiang didn't take the matter of a half-built temple catching fire to heart, and at the moment he didn't know where he was, and he didn't know what he had become.

After walking through a garden, then through a long waterside promenade, and then around two half-moon gates, you came to a small courtyard.

In the courtyard, two people in household clothes were being pressed to the ground, four people with sticks were beating hard, and there were people counting next to them. Han Jiang had an indescribable feeling in his heart, this kind of play must be very painful.

Han Jiang didn't dare to look more, just glanced at it, his expression was calm, and his eyes were slightly closed and he stood aside.

Han Jiang knew in his heart that this was someone else's family matter, and since he had traveled to ancient times, it seemed reasonable for the master to punish the domestic servant, and he should behave calmly and be as calm as possible.

The short-hit student who led the way quickly came to Han Jiang's side after entering the door to ask for instructions: "The little official, please." ”

When they arrived at the front of the house, the short-hit student who led the way didn't seem to even have the qualifications to enter the house, so he could only stand by the door.

At this time, Han Jiang found out that this family was highly hierarchical, and the one who led the way for him was wearing short clothes, cyan short clothes. He who was pressed to the ground and was dressed in a short coat, but it was blue. And the person who greeted him in the house was wearing a long robe, the color seemed to be pink, which could not be seen clearly under the candlelight, but it was definitely a warm color.