Although the spring rain of March has passed, there is still a fluffy drizzle in the sky of Bianliang, Tokyo, but the cold air of spring has gradually faded, the dawn air is filled with humidity, Bianliang City is shrouded in white fog, and most of the people in the city are sleeping comfortably at home.

And in a mansion somewhere in the east of the city, a handsome young man was lying quietly on the bed, his shirt had been removed, revealing his back, only to see that there were several red marks on the young man's delicate and white back, which looked like the traces left by the whipping of the bamboo ruler, and the most serious one of them also oozing a trace of blood, tightly stained on the clothes.

Next to the young man sat a beautiful woman with a beautiful face and full of charm, looking at the young man sadly, and her frowning expression made people feel pity.

"Mrs. Megumi." The pretty girl Qiu'er saluted softly.

"Hostage." Mrs. Hui stretched out her slender and smooth fingers to avoid several marks, and gently stroked the young man's back, although after the doctor's treatment, the wound no longer oozes blood, but the redness and swelling still did not subside.

"The doctor said that Son's injury is not a big deal, and after a few more medicines, he will be fine after a few days of recuperation, and Mrs. Hui doesn't have to worry too much." Qiu'er persuaded on the side, but she didn't have any confidence in her heart, after all, the doctor just said that if it wasn't for the timely treatment and delayed for another hour or two, the situation of the young man would be difficult to say.

Qiu'er's persuasion didn't seem to have any effect, Mrs. Hui still looked at the young man with a sad heart, the young man tugged at her heart tightly, and unconsciously, a trace of resentment welled up in the depths of her heart, if it weren't for ......, how could Qian'er be like this.

"Mrs. Hui, you haven't closed your eyes all night, so let's go back to your room and rest for a while." Seeing that Mrs. Hui still ignored herself, Qiu'er's eyes turned dexterously, and she continued: "When the chief comes back from taking the medicine, the little maid is clumsy, and you have to decoct the medicine for the son yourself." ”

Mrs. Hui's beautiful eyelashes beat slightly, decoction is a mind-consuming thing, the requirements for fire control are extremely high, there is no energy to do it, Qiu'er's words obviously moved Mrs. Hui, she didn't insist anymore, gently put on a tulle coat for the young man, and with Qiu'er's support, she walked out of the room step by step.

After helping Mrs. Hui out of the room, Qiu'er gently closed the door, the light in the room slowly dimmed, and when everything was calm, the young man who was supposed to be unconscious on the bed quietly opened his eyes and confirmed that there was no second person in the room except himself, the young man suddenly exhaled and cursed in his heart.

Yesterday I was still working in the company and chatting with colleagues on the Internet, and in the afternoon I helped my colleagues who usually had a good relationship to drive and run an errand, but I didn't expect to encounter a car accident, and I was mentally prepared before losing consciousness, and I thought that I should wake up in a hospital full of disinfectant smells, and when I opened my eyes, I saw a respectable but impossibly beautiful angel in white.

It's a pity that the situation is much beyond my expectations, just wake up and feel pain all over my body, it seems that I still have a high fever, car accidents, it's normal to be injured, this is acceptable, as long as there is no lack of arms and legs, it's not a big deal, but when I find myself becoming another person, there is a beautiful young woman holding her hand tightly, crying and crying, how can this make people stand it.

Before he could accept this unbelievable thing, the pain from his body had almost collapsed, and when his mind was not completely blurred, he naturally pretended to talk nonsense and reminded the person next to him to call a doctor, but fortunately the beautiful woman understood what she meant, otherwise she would have been burned into an idiot by a high fever if she didn't die.

Gently lifted the tulle on his body, put on his coat, the young man sat up slowly, it seems that the doctor also has two strokes, I don't know what I put on my head just now, I don't feel so hot, but the back is still very uncomfortable, but the most important thing now is to figure out where I am now, what the hell is going on.

Listening attentively to confirm that there was no movement outside the door, the young man endured the discomfort and got out of bed gently, and carefully looked at the environment in the room by the light coming in from the window.

And what surprised the boy the most was that the inside and outside of the house were all pure wooden structures, and no matter how much the boy looked for it, he didn't find a single item that should be modern times, not even a single wire, let alone an electric light and telephone.

"If these things are genuine, I'm afraid there aren't millions of dollars that can't be purchased." The young man sighed, carefully observed the inkstone on the table next to the bed, if he hadn't looked away, this should be a very valuable inkstone.

The boy picked up the paper on the desktop with great interest and watched, this kind of paper should be used to write in ancient times, although the quality of this paper does not look good, but with the experience accumulated in his own profession, the boy knows that like this kind of retro paper, the general paper mill has no longer produced, only to a special manufacturer can be customized, the price is a few points more expensive than the best paper.

Flipping through a few blank pages of paper, revealing a few pages with handwriting, sure enough, it was traditional Chinese, the young man nodded clearly, and some unaccustomed to looking from top to bottom from the upper right corner, the content was a concept published for a certain sentence in the "Book of Rites", the teenager was too lazy to read carefully, and directly skipped to see the signature in the lower left corner, hoping to get some clues from the name to solve the confusion in his heart.

Chu quality, the first year of Emperor You......

The young man was stunned, Chu Zhi, Huang You and other words kept appearing in his mind repeatedly, the sequelae of high fever did not seem to have disappeared, many images poured into the young man's brain like a tide, his thoughts seemed to be unable to tolerate it anymore, his brain was getting bigger and bigger, ready to crack, the young man could no longer bear such torture, screamed and threw himself back on the bed, rubbed his head vigorously, and rolled on the bed.

Mrs. Hui, who was resting in the side room, heard the sound in the juvenile room, where could she still sleep, hurriedly put on a coat, hurriedly ran to the juvenile's room and pushed the door in, crossed the screen to the young man's bedside, saw the young man's painful appearance, and hugged the young man into her arms with all her might.

"Quality, don't be afraid, my mother is here." Mrs. Hui kept comforting, and a pair of clear eyes filled with tears.

"Mother."

The young man was not disgusted by this sincere voice, and the comfortable and warm embrace, there seemed to be a trace of infatuation, and his brain became dizzy, and he opened his eyes in some confusion and called in a low voice.

"Quality, you've finally woken up."

Although the voice was subtle, Mrs. Hui heard it really clearly, and looked at the young man in front of her with surprise, her tears could no longer be controlled, and she fell gently, and the worrying moment finally passed.

Tears fell on the young man's forehead, the young man suddenly felt that the tears were hot and hot, and the image in his mind flashed slowly and clearly like a movie, and in an instant, the young man already understood what was going on, it turned out that this was not a conspiracy, but he had crossed by himself.

"Mrs. Hui, what's wrong?"

Qiu'er broke in in a hurry, the eager voice just fell, and when she saw the young man who had woken up, she was stunned for a moment, and then cheered.

"Childe woke up."

Qiu'er's voice woke up Mrs. Hui in a trance, she quickly wiped away her tears, her beautiful face showed a smile, and said gently and kindly: "Qian'er, your body has not recovered yet, lie down quickly." ”

The boy didn't resist, and lay down on the bed again according to Mrs. Hui's wishes, saying that he was lying, but in fact he was lying on his stomach, after all, the injury on his back was not good, but fortunately he didn't show any more pain, but his eyes were a little confused, but Mrs. Hui and Qiu'er, who were full of joy, didn't pay so much attention to it, and when the boy lay down, it was very natural to tidy up his messy clothes.

"Mrs. Hui, the medicinal herbs have been retrieved." Qiu'er said happily, it's really auspicious, the medicine has just been brought back, and the son has also come to his senses, it is really a double happiness.

"Quality, you rest for a while, and my mother will go to boil medicine for you." Mrs. Hui was also thinking like this, and Yurong looked radiant, without seeing the sleepiness of not sleeping all night.

"Qiu'er, you are here to take care of the quality." Mrs. Hui took the herbs, gave a casual order, and walked out of the room with a light gait.

Qiu'er replied sweetly, her delicate little face smiling, and her watery eyes staring at the boy, as if she was afraid that he would suddenly disappear from the room.

"Qiu'er...... Sister. The boy blinked, and called out hesitantly, as if trying to adjust to something.

"What do you command?" As if hearing a heavenly voice, Qiu'er's little face was happy, and she hurriedly approached and asked.

"My mother hasn't slept all night, and she's so haggard, you go and help her decoct the medicine, you don't have to stay here with me." The boy said in a deep voice.

"But Mrs. Hui has an order......" Qiu'er felt that this was reasonable, but she was worried and hesitated.

"Looking at the appearance of her mother, you know that she is just enduring sleepiness, if she is in a trance and hurts herself by boiling medicine, you better go over and take a look." The young man said with a look of anxiety, although he was a little surprised how the young man became so clear, but Qiu'er also thought that what the young man said was not wrong, and with full of confusion, he pushed the boat out of the river.

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