Fusu didn't know how long he had been in the air, but when his body touched a soft barrier, he quickly passed through it and smashed into the green grass.

The grass was smashed out of a human-shaped pit by Fusu, and Fusu's whole person was lying in the pit with the word "big". The pain from his body told Fusu that it was not a dream but a real thing.

Fusu took out the mandarin duck jade bottle from his arms with difficulty, bit off the cork with his mouth, and swallowed the pill in the jade bottle.

This new world was strange to Fusu, and he didn't know about it. Neither in history nor in his cognition, there has been no record of this world.

Now he can only rely on himself to slowly grope for some clues, and then write them into the history books of the Qin Dynasty.

A child sees Fusu and lets out a scream of excitement that draws the others in.

Fusu was now lying on the ground unable to move, the elixir in his body was slowly volatilizing, and the effect of the medicine flowed through his limbs and bones, recovering his injuries.

Fortunately, this time I brought an elixir instead of a potion, if it was a potion, I would have been unable to withstand the gravity shattering of the fall, and it would have been waved to an unknown place with the wind. Then it was Fusu's turn to cry and chirp.

A group of people gathered around Fusu and began to chatter about Fusu's dress and handsome face.

"This guy is really good-looking."

"We can't find anyone better looking than him, can we?"

"No, is this a man or a woman? The woman carries it home as a lady! ”

"It's supposed to be a woman, right? Men don't look so good! ”

At this time, an old man in a white robe came over, he looked at Fusu's face, and then looked at the waist card on Fusu's waist, and said: "This is a man, Crazy Bull, you carry this person to my house, let's disperse." ”

"Good Prophet."

The mad bull picked Fusu on his back and left with the prophet.

The Prophet pointed to a clean bed and said, "Put him on the bed." ”

The mad bull put Fusu on the bed and said with a smile: "Prophet, who is this person?" ”

"A man who can change the future." The Prophet smiled mysteriously, "Go and pick some herbs for bruises, and then make a basin of clean water." ”

"Okay."

The mad bull went out, and the prophet looked at Fusu and said, "I know that you have woken up young man, although I don't know how you found this place or why you came, but the time for you to come is really not the right time." ”

"You know me?"

"Here, it is the site of the Xia Dynasty." The Prophet continued, "My surname is Ji, a descendant of the ancient Ji family. ”

"The Ancient Ji Family?" Fusu said: "In the era of the gods, the Heavenly Machine God Emperor Ji was famous for divination. Legend has it that the Heavenly Machine God Emperor would not easily divination, and the descendants of the Ji family were not allowed to participate in the imperial battle. ”

"That's true. Every time Emperor Ji divination, it will consume his life. Similarly, every time the Ji family divins for others, it consumes their own life force. From the time I was born until now, I have divined three times for others, and each time I have consumed three lives. "Someone once told me that in twenty years there would be a young man coming here from the outside world. Your outfit is different from ours. It's only been seventeen years now, so I'm guessing it's you. ”

"I do come from the outside world."

"Now...... Which dynasty is it? ”

"After the Xia Dynasty, there was Shang, after Shang, there was Zhou, and after Zhou, it was Qin." Fusu said with a smile: "Now, it's the Qin Dynasty. ”

The Prophet closed his eyes, and he took out a few tortoise shells and clicked them a few times.

"The current monarch of the Qin Dynasty is Yingzheng, right, did he order the burning of books and pit Confucianism?"

"Is it a pit for burning books?" Fu Su smiled faintly, "The scholar spread rumors about Your Majesty, and the burning of books is just some of the ** that was burned." You know, prophet, that if a dynasty wants to rule, it is necessary to burn even the slightest unnecessary book. ”

"What is the relationship between you and Yingzheng?" The Prophet said earnestly: "I have calculated that you do not belong here, let alone this era. ”

Fusu was silent for a moment, looking into the prophet's eyes, "I'm from the future. Came here for some reason and I want to go back. ”

"You don't belong to this era, and you don't belong to your original era." Know first: "You want to go back, it's hard. ”

"I knew that even if it was hard, I had to go back to my own time."

"It's hard, it's hard." Know first: "Your relationship with Yingzheng?" ”

"He's my biological father today."

"Your name."

"Fusu, Yingfusu."

The prophet was stunned for a moment, and there was only one sentence that his ancestors had handed down from generation to generation, guarding the eldest son of the Qin Dynasty, Yingfu Su, and letting him return to his own era.

"Prophet, here comes the medicine."

The Prophet did not speak again, he took the medicine from the hand of the mad bull, put it in a medicine trough and began to pound it.

The Prophet was mixing medicine and reciting the words.

The herbs were pounded again and again, and the Prophet poured them out and put them in a bowl, mixed them with clean water, and handed them to Fusu, "Drink it, it's isolated here, and the herbs are still very good." ”

Fu Su moved his nose, and a fragrance of herbs came into his nose, and he said, "What kind of medicine are these?" I smelled it and felt a lot better. ”

"Heavenly Xuancao, Linghua Fruit, Dream Flower,"

(End of chapter)