"Ahh

With an exclamation, Qin Zheng sat up from the bed violently, and then a sharp pain struck, and his body trembled, almost fainting again.

In this state, Qin Zheng could only close his eyes and rub the back of his head, gasping for a while, and the pain eased slightly.

Then, Qin Zheng, who took the time to rub his eyes, was barely able to scan the surroundings, but this hasty glance made him even more unbelievable!

Because at this moment, he is lying in a costume drama in the "cultural relics set room"!

"This red pillar and wooden window, and the carved coffee table over there...... Oh, my God! Haven't I woken up yet? But how can you have a headache when you dream?? Could it be that a ghost is hitting the wall? ”

Just as Qin Zheng, who was dazed, was at a loss for what to do while holding the horn, a sharp and strange shout suddenly came from the side:

"The king is awake! The king is awake! Come and ......"

Qin Zheng realized that there was someone else next to him, and hurriedly looked in the direction of the sound, but only saw the back of a person who left in a hurry, and his doubts were even greater.

"The king? What kind of king? ”

Qin Zheng didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, as soon as he lifted the quilt and struggled to get up, he wanted to chase it, but the back of his head hurt again, and he had no choice but to sit back.

Putting his hand back on the back of his head, he leaned back against the bed and began to try to remember, hoping to remember something useful......

"I am Qin Zheng, a freshman at Liyang University, my mother died early when I was five years old, and my father disappeared when I was ten years old. I had no relatives, and I relied on the help of the state and the neighborhood, and I endured a lot of hardships to grow up. ”

Qin Zheng's brows furrowed, this was all his sad past, and he really didn't dare to forget it for a moment.

"Alas," Qin Zheng sighed lightly and continued to recall:

"To reduce stress, the holidays wear many hats. Yesterday, I happened to come back from the night shift, and I received a call from my neighbor Uncle Wang on the way. Uncle Wang said... Comrade Civilian Police in... My dad's body was found in the women's bathroom..."

Qin Zheng's thoughts suddenly stumped, and he didn't expect that the father and son would be "reunited" in such a way.

After grabbing a handful of sheets with his hand, Qin Zhengcai suppressed the complicated taste in his heart and continued to recall:

"Later, I went to the police station and got my father's belongings, a hard drive; I communicated about the funeral again, and on the way back, ......"

Thinking of this, Qin Zheng's brain suddenly had another colic, and he could only pat the back of his head vigorously. After a few "pops", Qin Zheng's train of thought finally opened, and he finally remembered all that memory.

"I was walking in a state of mind when a black SUV suddenly came over and hit me, and... The guy in the car took my hard drive! ”

Thinking of this, Qin Zheng's face turned pale, he had indeed fallen in a pool of blood at that time, so he didn't have much impression of the car and the murderer.

"Who the hell is that man? What's in the hard drive? Does this have anything to do with my current situation? ”

It's a pity that no matter how hard Qin Zheng tries, he can't think of more clues, and now it's useless to rack his brains.

"Damn! Let's make sure about the current situation. ”

Years of habit have cultivated Qin Zheng's doer's style, so he must not sit still. So he endured the headache, moved to the bookcase in front of the bed with difficulty, and began to look for clues.

"What kind of word is this? Seems older than traditional characters? And it's all written on cloth, no paper? ”

Qin Zheng frowned and muttered to himself, it seemed that these strange words had brought a lot of trouble to his work.

Suddenly, Qin Zheng had an idea, picked up a vase next to him, and thought:

"I'm a king, I should use an official kiln, there must be a bottom on it, right? No matter how difficult the font is, the number of the year number should be the simplest. ”

Although Qin Zheng has no basis for thinking so, he can only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

So he hurriedly lifted the vase and looked at the bottom. may be the favor of God, and sure enough, he saw four square characters - the first year of orthodoxy.

"The first year of Orthodoxy? Orthodox...... Ming dynasty! Zhu Qizhen? Qin Zheng, who knew a lot about history, arrived, but he shook his head again:

"No, it can only be said that it is after Zhu Qizhen, and although the font of the document is also Chinese characters, it is different from the bottom of the porcelain bottle, which is strange."

The distressed Qin Zheng casually put the vase on the table, but he didn't stabilize it for a while, only heard a "pop", and the vase was broken like this.

"Oh, that's a pity."

Qin Zheng, who has always been a diligent and thrifty housekeeper, felt a little sorry, and picked up a fragment in his hand, wanting to take a closer look at it.

Suddenly, I heard a "whoosh" sound, and a black shadow roared in! This was followed by an urgent shout: "Your Majesty, stop!" ”

"Huh? Oops......"

Before Qin Zheng could react, he was hit in the jaw by the black shadow, and he took several steps back before he could barely stand still.

Qin Zheng endured the pain and was just about to speak, but a figure had already burst out, his arms and legs opened violently, and he hugged him like an octopus.

A slightly crying but angry voice came:

"Your Majesty, you can't be stupid anymore!"

Qin Zheng, who was hugged and breathless, was also anxious, and opened his throat and shouted hoarsely: "There are assassins!" Hurry up! Escort! ”

There was a figure at the door, and after listening to Qin Zheng's words, he didn't enter the door, and turned around and shouted desperately: "There are assassins!" Help, help! ”

Immediately after a burst of chaos outside, dozens of burly black-clad warriors swarmed in full armor and armed with short swords, and the entire dormitory immediately turned into a sardine can......

A group of guards couldn't understand what was going on, so they could only shout indiscriminately: "King! Where are the Assassins? ……”

Qin Zheng, who was blushing and thick-necked, was anxious: "This is this, it's not on me!" ”

Seeing the pressure of the guards, Qin Zheng's figure quickly let go, and took advantage of the situation to kneel on the ground and kowtow while shouting:

"Wrong, wrong, I'm not an assassin! Your lord, the minister is your imperial doctor's order! ”

"Huh? Imperial Doctor's Order? ”

This time, not only Qin Zheng was stunned, but dozens of guards were also stunned, and even the person who moved the rescue soldiers next to him was also stunned.

Qin Zheng couldn't recognize the Imperial Doctor's Order, but he knew that he had brought the person in, so he hurriedly stepped forward to take a look, and then shouted:

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, he is really a great doctor Ling Xia Wuhe!"

"Huh? It's true? ”

Qin Zheng, who had just broken free from the shackles of the "octopus", was full of doubts: "Then why did you sneak attack me?" Are you a spy? ”

When he shouted, the guards next to him also hugged him with weapons, so frightened that Xia Wu kowtowed like a chicken running into broken rice:

"Your Majesty, the minister has followed Your Majesty for many years, and he has also shot the thief Jing Ke for you, how can it be a meticulous work? I hope that Your Majesty will be enlightened! ”

Although Xia Wu kept kowtowing with tears in his eyes, it was a pity that Qin Zheng didn't have the time to care about whether he was an assassin or not at this time, he had already been completely attracted by a name!

"Jing Ke? Thorn Qin! Then I'm not ...... Qin Shi Huang? ”

Qin Zheng's brain buzzed, and he hurriedly asked the armor soldiers: "I... Am I Qin Shi Huang? ”

After hearing this, the soldiers shook their heads and replied, "No, you are not the first emperor?" ”

This time, Qin Zheng was unexpected, and he didn't know what to say for a while, could it be that Jing Ke's assassination of King Qin was fake? Textbooks deceive?

Xia Wuhe, who was prostrate on the ground here, hurriedly took two steps on his knees, stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty is the thirty-seventh monarch of my Great Qin, and the king of Great Qin and even the world!" ”

After listening to his words, Qin Zheng realized that he had not yet been called the emperor as a "Ying Zheng", so he was not the king.

"Oh, but you're not a spy, why do you want to sneak attack... I? Qin Zheng frowned and asked again.

"Your Majesty, when I heard that Your Majesty had woken up, I came to diagnose Your Majesty, but I saw Your Majesty holding a fragment of an artifact from outside the door and wanted to ...... I want to kill myself! I hugged Your Majesty in a hurry! The minister is a piece of loyalty, and the day can be learned......"

Although Xia Wuhe's "performance" was in place, Qin Zheng didn't eat him, and directly stretched out his hand to interrupt him:

"Stop, stop, Xia Wu, and you still say that you are not a spy! I am the emperor... The king is rich all over the world, why should a good person kill himself? Do you think I didn't take medicine? ”

As soon as he finished saying this, he saw Xia Wuhe, who was originally kneeling on the ground, trembling like chaff, and then "throwing his body to the ground", crying in a hurry:

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you finally remembered, didn't you just take medicine! The minister is here to deliver medicine to you......"

Qin Zheng looked at Xia Wuhe's appearance, and also felt that he was indeed not a stabbing material, could it be that he was really here to deliver medicine? But what disease did he or Yingzheng have?

"Someone will search Xia Wuhe, and then the others will exit first."

Everyone should say, "Hey! ”

Qin Zheng naturally had a physical condition related to the country, and no one could know that there was something wrong with him. What's more, he is still an impostor, so he can only believe in Xia Wuhe for the time being.

Then Qin Zheng put on the quilt and held a short sword, sat back on the bed, and watched the internal officials and guards clean up the mess and search Xia Wuji.

The personal official also stood aside, posing as if he was ready to dedicate himself at any time, but seeing that Qin Zheng's expression was not very good, he didn't dare to open his mouth to show his loyalty.

After waiting for a while, the dormitory was almost cleaned up, and the guards also withdrew, leaving only Qin Zheng and Xia Wuhe in the entire dormitory.

Qin Zheng looked at Xia Wuhe, who was kneeling on the side, and asked, "Tell me, what's going on with my body?" ”

Xia Wuhe, who had just been "ruined", looked at Qin Zheng who was holding a sword, and said tremblingly:

"Your Majesty may have lost some memories because of a long time in a coma, and Your Majesty is like this because of one person's ......"

Seeing that Qin Zheng did not react, Xia Wuhe frowned, swallowed his saliva and continued: "This person is Xu City, Xu Junfang..."

"Xushi... Junfang... It's Xu Fu! Qin Zheng pondered for a while, and then reacted.

"Yes, yes, it is this person, this thief not only deceived His Majesty's wealth boy, but also burned the pill of immortality..."

Xia Wuhe stepped forward with a crying voice and howled: "He also said that the medicine must be stopped...... Died violently! Then His Majesty only stopped taking the medicine for ten days, and then vomited blood and fell into a coma for half a month......"

At this time, Qin Zheng's brain was already a mess. I don't know why I died in my last life, and I'm going to die violently? What is the immortal medicine, why can't the medicine be stopped?

"Xu Fu, Lao Tzu***!"