Since the establishment of the first dynasty, the Ming Empire, the world has begun a new calendar.

266 years in the new calendar.

The Han Dynasty, the imperial palace.

Han Yan was frightened in his sleep, his ears were full of the sound of the wind in the hunting ground, and his body fell rapidly, with the illusion of falling into the abyss...... It wasn't until the body trembled that he woke up.

Looking blankly at the curtain on the top of the bed, looking around, everything in the house is simple and simple, the furniture is no higher than knees, mainly black and brown, old and rough, like the countryside in the sixties, even the windows are small wooden lattices, covered with cloth, and the light is not good.

In a trance, Han Yan found that his arms and legs were thin, his palms became smaller, and his skin was immature, as if he had returned to his youth...... crossed.

Beside him, a sleeping teenager looked two years older than him, with a round face, slightly condensed eyebrows, and a graceful and resolute demeanor.

I was looking at it, and suddenly felt a pungent smell of urine, and my crotch seemed to be wrapped in a wet cloth, which was very uncomfortable, and I was about to take some measures, but I saw the young man waking up slowly, stretching his arms lazy, lazy, and his nose moved and asked, "Are you wetting the bed again?" ”

For the unknown environment, it is natural to be wary and afraid, Han Yan sat up slightly on the bed, smiled timidly and embarrassedly to express his friendliness, and replied without a face.

The young man didn't say anything, just turned over and stood by the bed, and shouted out the door: "Come on, go to the tiger." ”

The door opened, and the two slaves took small steps, bowing their heads and serving respectfully.

The boy just stood on the ground, his arms outstretched, his head tilted slightly, waiting to be served.

A slave carefully unbelted his trousers and pulled them down.

A slave and maid held a tiger-shaped night pot, the tiger's mouth was the mouth of the pot, and he was half-kneeling under the young man, his head was deeply bowed, and he did not dare to look at it.

The slave who untied her waist was probably of high status, and she was qualified to hold the young man's crotch at the mouth of the pot, and blew "shhhh......h

"Bang bang bang ......" a dense sound of water droplets hit the wall of the night pot with great force.

After shivering, the slave lifted his pants and tied them, and the young man didn't forget to ask Han Yan on the bed, "Do you want to pee again?" ”

"No need......" Comrade Han was dumbfounded, everything was so real and natural, not like acting at all. The ancient aristocracy was so extravagant, even someone had to pee, and the pants had to be worn by others.

Seeing that he didn't pee, the young man waved his hand and said, "Stand down and prepare for a meal." ”

"Oh, Your Highness." The two maidservants replied in unison.

As soon as he heard this, Han Yan understood in his heart that he had reached the Qin and Han eras, and only Qin Han shouted "Oh" in the TV series.

It can't be the last years of the Qin Dynasty, right?

Han Yan was excited when he thought about it, patted his thigh, his eyebrows fluttered, "The hero rose in Weimo, Qin II died, how can Lao Tzu wear it back and get the addiction of the emperor, sit on the dragon chair and look at the Quartet, and the power is overwhelming the world......"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The young man saw him vainly seeking authority, talking nonsense, and his eyebrows gradually condensed, "A few days ago, the imperial doctor said that your intelligence has a tendency to deteriorate, I still don't believe it, today you are wetting the bed again, and your IQ is weak, it seems that you have to be cured, it just so happens that Nian Daming passed a copy of the "Compendium of Materia Medica", I have also studied it, let's try it today." ”

In Han Yan's puzzled eyes, the young man called the maid and muttered in her ear, and the maid found the pants in the low cabinet and said respectfully to Han Yan, "Please change your clothes." ”

Han Yan was overjoyed in his heart, the son of the world, how can he also be the son of a prince, right?

Without much thought, he took his trousers, closed the curtain and pounded it, and when he got dressed and got out of bed, the maid took away the wet sheets as soon as possible, quite diligently.

Han Yan was dressed in ancient costumes, with big sleeves that could fan the wind, robes and wooden shoes, and his whole body was tightly wrapped as if he was wrapping zongzi, and the back of his neck was so twisted by the collar that he couldn't help but twist twice, still uncomfortable.

The slaves and maids also rushed in, carrying the food and putting it on the table, and the slave and maid who had just collected the sheets were in the queue, holding the hot porridge of corn in their hands, inviting Han Yan to sit down, and putting the porridge in front of him before standing aside.

Opposite, the young man picked up his robe and knelt at the desk with his legs together.

How can Comrade Han understand the etiquette of this era, the desk is so low, and it is uncomfortable to squat, so he can only sit on the ground, cross his legs, and look at the people in the room with a big ruffian.

"That's what you usually eat?" A glance swept over the food on the table, shoddy, and the color and fragrance were the same.

"Hot rice can't stop you." The young man picked up the corn porridge and drank it, but out of the corner of his eye, he secretly looked at Han Yan.

Comrade Han didn't think much about it, and he was about to drink the hot porridge, but he realized that the porridge was wrong, and there was an obvious smell between the steaming, like ...... Urine.

The fox looked down at his crotch suspiciously, his lower abdomen was forced, and he felt his lower body stand up and up, on call, I didn't pee?

Looking at the young man who was drinking porridge with relish on the other side, Han Yan hesitated for a moment, maybe this is the taste...... As soon as he closed his eyes, he lowered his mouth.

"Poof......" A breath of urine filled the mouth and tongue, and I couldn't bear it, and I vomited in my mouth.

The teenager on the other side laughed heartily, and the "pants, pants, pants, pants" twitched in his throat.

Han Yan's face changed, he didn't know that he had been tricked, damn, he drank urine just after crossing, whether it was tolerable or unbearable, and humiliating people was not such a method, Lao Tzu stopped doing it.

When the young man saw that he was angry, he quickly explained, "Yanzi, don't worry, the "Compendium of Materia Medica" contains an ancient recipe: people wet the bed, take a hot meal, pour the wetting place, mix it with food, and don't let the sick know. ”

In layman's terms, if a person wets the bed and uses urine bibimbap, eating it can be cured, but don't let the patient know.

"Damn!" Han Yan was angry, but his reaction was wrong, the Ming Dynasty should not wear Hanfu, and asked: "What did you just say about the Ming Dynasty, is it now the Ming Dynasty?" ”

"Your intelligence has degraded to this extent?" The young man was surprised, "My Han Dynasty has been established since Gaozu, and now it has been seventy-eight years, there are Xiongnu in the north, Sui and Tang dynasties in the west, the Ming Empire in the southwest, the princes in the south fighting for hegemony, and the rest of the small countries are numerous, only my Han family occupies orthodoxy and is the central empire." ”

"......" Han Yan was stunned, his brain was a little insufficient.

Seeing that he was stunned, the young man asked suspiciously, "You don't know this?" ”

"I don't know." Han Yan shook his head honestly.

“…… It's over, your intelligence has regressed to the level of a baby child, how can this be, is it someone who has been poisoned? The boy muttered, then gritted his teeth and said, "Come on, go find me sow." ”

Then he said to Han Yan with a serious expression: "Yanzi, don't blame me, this "Compendium of Materia Medica" is written by the medicine saint of the Ming Dynasty, I let the people of the imperial doctor order read it, and they praised it as the Bible, which records: antidote all poison, sow feces, water and take it." If you don't heal, you'll be an idiot, and for the sake of your health, you must endure it, and you'll be fine after eating sow. ”

Hearing this, Han Yan's pupils dilated, and his heart could no longer be described as a grass mud horse, and if he stayed there, he would be played to death.

Seeing that he was about to run, the young man was anxious first, and shouted: "Come on, block the door!" ”

Suddenly, there were four tall soldiers at the door, swords and soldiers, the momentum was mighty, the four of them stood side by side in front of the door, and the sunlight in the room was dim, blocked by these majestic figures.

"You hurt me, Lao Tzu fought with you!" Han Yan is really angry now, Shi Ke can't be killed, let Lao Tzu eat sow, bury your father's, and kill you.

Seeing that he was about to commit murder, four soldiers rushed in an instant, drowning him like a dark cloud.

Han Yan had no strength to resist at all, so he could only struggle in fear, "I'm not sick, I'm not sick, I don't eat sow feces......"

"Yanzi, don't be afraid, it's okay to have me with you."

“…… I bury your father, do you dare to tell me who you are?! "Hysterical roar.

"Even I forgot?" The young man was stunned, and then with a sad face, he instructed the maidservant: "Go and call the imperial doctor for me, it is said that the brain-dead have no medicine, see if they have a way to crack it." ”

After speaking, he stared at Han Yan seriously, "My name is Liu Che." ”

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