Dreamland.

Bizarre dreams.

Han Qian, who fell asleep at his desk after being drunk, seemed to be experiencing a life completely different from this life in a bizarre dream.

The iron box with four wheels ran faster than the purple-maned horse, and the huge iron bird crammed with people flew in the sky......

Towering towers and tall buildings fill the land......

In the palm-sized metal box, there are many villains wearing strange costumes and acting inside......

What the is this?

Han Qian, who has a violent temperament, doesn't know how he could have such a strange dream, like being trapped in a strange world that is completely different from the current world.

Han Qian struggled to wake up, but an indescribable paralyzing sensation controlled his body, his eyelids moved, and the bizarre dream seemed to have been smashed by a hammer, and it was shattered in an instant.

Then, it was like a sharp metal object piercing into the heart, and it stirred violently.

day, it hurts.

It's just half a pot of wine, how can it be so uncomfortable?

The severe pain seemed to tear the three souls and six spirits out of his body, and then tear them to pieces, so painful that Han Qian wanted to roar, but he just held his breath in his throat, and he couldn't roar!

There was the sound of the room flipping through the cabinets, like the wind, or maybe the windows were open, and the wind was blowing the pages.

Han Qian tried hard to open his eyes.

"Huh?" A suppressed exclamation was heard not far away.

"What's wrong?"

"Han Jia Qilang just moved?"

"What is mixed in the wine is the phantom poison powder given by the lady, this guy obviously looked like he died of a violent illness just now, and his breath has been cut off, how can he still move? Don't be suspicious......"

A man and a woman whispered in the room, rummaging for something; The woman's voice sounded familiar.

The sharp pain in his chest made it difficult for him to think, and he didn't understand what the two men meant, but from their tones, there was no trace of kindness to him.

"Shichiro ......"

Outside the room, there was the sound of hurried, shredded footsteps.

Someone called him outside the courtyard in a suppressed voice, as if he was aware of the abnormality in this room, but he did not dare to shout loudly for fear of disturbing this side.

"Don't Qingyun sleep and dream, right? How could it be possible to hear that there was a woman in the young master's room at this time? We still don't want to go in, just the young master's temper, if he really wakes him up, it will inevitably be a random scolding, which is really unbearable. "The people outside the courtyard hesitated not to come in.

"Someone is coming, let's go......"

The two men in the room whispered to each other, and then heard the window being pushed open.

Han Qian opened his eyes, his vision was blurry at first, and his consciousness was not completely awake, and he vaguely saw two figures, like geckos, sweeping out of the window one after the other.

When the petite figure in the back jumped over the window, he glanced back and collided with Han Qian's eyes, not expecting that Han Qian was really not dead, and his delicate and beautiful face showed a shocked expression.

The black power suit wraps the petite figure without leaking, but this palm-sized white little face is like a hibiscus flower blooming under the moonlight, giving people a stunning feeling.

Yao cherishes water!

Why is she dressed like that?

Han Qian remembered what happened yesterday at this time.

Yesterday was the forty-seventh day that he was imprisoned by his father Han Daoxun in the Qiuhu Mountain Courtyard for self-cultivation, and he was extremely tired and irritable, so he took the maid Qingyun to vent his anger and kicked him out twice, but the gate of the courtyard was locked from the outside by the family soldiers, and he couldn't escape.

He was sitting in the study sulking, and he didn't want Yao Xishui to suddenly come to visit, so he walked into the study, and asked people to prepare wine and drink with him.

Accompanied by a beautiful woman, Wu Yin was soft and glutinous in his ears, and although the rouge drunk in the Red Mansion in the evening tasted a little sour and spicy, Han Qian didn't care.

It's just that he didn't drink a few glasses of wine, and while he was drunk, his hand was just about to boldly stretch out into Yao Xishui's clothes, and he fell asleep drunk......

Yesterday at night, Yao Xishui, who entered the house to drink, was wearing a purple robe, and his face was crimson after drinking.

Probably hearing that people outside the courtyard were coming, Yao Xishui half-squatted on the windowsill and hesitated for a while, and then his body was like a flying feather that couldn't help the wind, and he disappeared into the night like a deep purple velvet.

The dark purple night outside the window really gave people a strange feeling, which made Han Qian suspect that he hadn't woken up from his dream.

The intense colic pain faded a little like a tide at this time.

Han Qian's consciousness came to his senses in a trance, and he saw his body lying on a bookcase with a dull color, delicate texture, and placed in the window, and there were bursts of convulsive pain from his paralyzed limbs.

Han Qian gasped violently, like a fish being pulled out of the water.

The cramping pain in his chest made him feel an irrepressible feeling of suffocation, making him unable to struggle out of the dream, as if that bizarre and strange dream was the real water and the real river he relied on for survival.

A piece of rice paper is spread out on the bookcase, the two ends are pressed with a bronze dragon-like paperweight, and a few lines of words are written in Lishu, the ink is not dry, and the force penetrates the back of the paper; Several thread-bound books were scattered in one corner of the bookcase, and a wolf thin tube brush rested on the inkstone.

A bronze ancient lamp stood next to the bookcase, the beast's foot lamppost was lifelike, as if there was really an ancient demon beast sticking out of the void with a thin and long scaly foot, stepping on the polished smooth stone slab next to the bookcase, in the lotus-shaped lamp bowl, the lamp oil was half shallow, and the wick rope with the thickness of the little finger was burning, scattering a bright red light, shining on the bookcase......

This bronze lamp is going to be auctioned, and I don't know if it will alarm collectors.

Auction?

What a quirky word!

Han Qian was shocked by the word that came to his mind.

In that bizarre and strange dream, "auction" is a very ordinary word, it is so familiar and intimate, but I have woken up, how can I still think about everything in front of me with the thinking in the dream?

What kind of dream is this?

Why was this dream so real that it made him wonder if everything in front of him was a dream?

Han Qian endured the severe headache and struggled to put together the messy dream fragments.

The dream is the world after a thousand years of time, the emperor and general he is familiar with have long been annihilated, and the lowly prostitute has become a high-profile acting star or artist, but he still can't get rid of the fate of being played by the powerful.

Man's understanding of the world is much more vast than he can imagine, and even the sun, moon and stars that he can see day and night, like the earth on which he stands, will be called planets by people thousands of years later.

The craftsman miscellaneous arts, which were once regarded as sideways, have become the mainstream of practical learning, and have developed beyond Han Qian's imagination; However, since the prosperity of Confucianism in the Han Dynasty, the study of righteousness and reason has long been thrown into the pile of old papers.

The war still did not stop, and the efficiency of bloody killing was even higher to the point that Han Qian was terrified, and firearms similar to crossbows could harvest human lives like cutting wheat.

A magical iron egg, thrown from a flying iron bird, can destroy and flatten a giant city.

The wealthy families have not completely disappeared, and their power does not seem to be as prominent as before, and they cannot kill their slaves and maids, but they can still control the world through "money" – more obsillarily "capital" – and become the most central factor in the world of a thousand years later.

In the dream world thousands of years later, he was an orphan named Zhai Xinping, who grew up in a welfare home, studied in a government-run school, and only entered a private equity investment fund when he was a young man.

The accumulation of a large amount of wealth in 20 years also allows him to enjoy the glory and wealth that the world should have in a thousand years, and to know the deceit and deceit in the world after a thousand years.

One night, he was out of the glittering bar with two beautiful girls he had just met out of the glittering bar, ready to go to a hotel to enjoy the ultimate pleasure of all people, when a black sedan roared out of the back alley of the bar and knocked him into the air.

The bizarre dream came to an abrupt end at that moment, and it also signaled the end of his dream life.

pain

It hurts

What kind of messy dream is this?

"Shichiro!"

The door was pushed open from the outside, and an old man in a gray robe with a short chin and a gray beard stood outside the door, and glanced into the room with a puzzled probe, and his eyes stared at Han Qian's face for a while, probably not seeing anything abnormal, and said as if explaining,

Qingyun said that there was an unusual noise in the house of the seventh prince, and the old slave was worried that a thief would break into the villa. It's okay for the seventh son to be fine, the old slave didn't bother the seventh son to read at night, and went out first. ”

With that, the old man closed the door and withdrew.

I'm like this now, like I'm fine?

Seeing that Fan Xicheng, an old soldier who had followed his father Han Daoxun for many years and disciplined him in the villa, left like this, Han Qian was grumpy and wanted to call him, but he had to open his mouth, and he felt that his mouth and tongue were numb, and he couldn't make a sound.

The numbness in his limbs was still strong, making it impossible for him to stand up, and although the cramping pain in his chest was not so intense, it was definitely uncomfortable.

How the could this be what it feels like to be drunk?

Thinking of the conversation he had just heard, Han Qian only felt a chill rushing up from his tail vertebrae.

Poisoned yourself?

Is it Yao Xishui's little bitch, and the concubine who only sees a vague back, poisoned him together?

Fan Xicheng's old miscellaneous dog went out after taking a look, didn't he know that Yao Xishui, a little bitch, came to visit at night, didn't he see that he was highly poisonous?