"This is there, how can I ...... here?"

"Who are you, don't come here, I don't know you, don't act in front of me, send me back, I'm going home ......!"

In Zhen's mansion, several slaves and maids trembled along the corridor to carefully avoid the debris falling from the upper floor, and sighed in their mouths: "It's over, Da Lang is crazy again, just now he was stupidly running around, and now he ......!" ”

"Stop!"

There was an angry shout from the small building, and a young man stood in front of the window with a hairbeat, pointing to the servant who passed through the hall downstairs and said, "What are you sneaking around, do you think I don't know?" Where have you hidden the camera, who is afraid of who is playing reality shows! ”

The servant's face turned pale, and as for the nonsense in the young man's mouth, he naturally filtered it out, and ran out of the small courtyard like a plague god, and looked behind him with palpitations, and found that the young man did not catch up this time, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest that was about to jump out, and said, "Oh my God! Da Lang's madness is getting worse and worse! Hurry up and inform the mistress! ”

The young man standing at the window swept his eyes around, and saw that the slaves and maids in the courtyard were far away as if they were hiding from the plague, with a sneering arc on the corner of their mouths, and they covered up the window with their hands, sat quietly in front of the desk at the window, sighed, looked around the room, shook their heads with a wry smile, and finally leaned on the table with their backs and forks, showing a little helplessness and confusion in their eyes.

"It's a mess, I'm not wronged!"

Just when the young man was thinking wildly, the door "squeaked" open, and a ray of sunlight shone into the room just on the young man's face, the young man instinctively blocked the light with his hand, turned his head to look out of the door, and a thin figure walked in from outside the house, holding a steaming decoction in his hand: "Lang Jun, it's time to take medicine!" ”

"Your mother just took medicine, and your whole family should take medicine......!"

The young man went to Beijing to catch the exam and returned to Zhending, and Zhen Qian, the eldest son of the second room of the Zhen family who was frightened by Meng Xiaoya at the gate of the city, has now passed more than ten days since the incident, Zhen Qian can finally walk around the room with his support for the wall, and many contusions on his body have gradually recovered, although his limbs are still tied with splints but it does not affect his movement, but the protruding words of a mouth are incomprehensible, fortunately, the people around him think that he is crazy, and no one wants to think about it.

Qianying, who was holding a medicine bowl in front of her, was one of Zhen Qian's two personal maidservants, named Xiaozhu, who was twenty-eight years old this year, and the other was named Xiaomei, who was helping Zhen Qian prepare dinner.

"I don't drink, I'll take out the mess and throw it out!"

Xiaozhu's face was as usual, thinking that Zhen Qian was talking nonsense again, he was not angry, but he was worried that Zhen Qian would knock over the medicine bowl, so he carefully put the medicine bowl in a place that Zhen Qian couldn't hook for a while, "Lang Jun, don't be willful, obedient...... Drink the medicine and you'll be cured! ”

How did this sound like he was coaxing the child, Zhen Qian rolled his eyes and looked at the not stunning smiling face in front of him, turned his head and said, "If you want to drink it, don't bother me if it's okay!" ”

Seeing that Zhen Qian was playing petty again, Xiaozhu stretched out his white wrist and touched Zhen Qian's forehead, "Lang Jun's complexion is much better today, it won't be long before Lang Jun's condition will be cured!" ”

I know what is wrong with my body, although there are many contusions on my body, but it is not worse than a head injury, the most terrible thing is that the current Zhen Qian is no longer the Zhen Qian of the past, and he is not clear about the people and things around him, but fortunately, he is crazy as a shield, but no one has found the clues.

But things are not as simple as Zhen Qian imagined, through a few days of observation and understanding, I found that the real Tang Dynasty is completely different from the Tang Dynasty in the textbook, although I also know that there are many artificial results in later generations, but the difference between living in the Tang Dynasty and listening to history is too huge, and even daily life is understood as madness, so I have to make Zhen Qian vomit blood depressedly.

"I'm not crazy, I just can't remember a lot of things...... let me be alone for a while!"

Xiaozhu's expression was like a woman going to the street to pick out clothes, looking left and right, and the warm fragrant wind sounded in Zhen Qian's ears: "Lang Jun still remembers what happened when he fell off the horse?" ”

Zhen Qian shook his head, he really couldn't remember any of these things, when he opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the bed like a mummy, surrounded by a group of people with different expressions, saying things he didn't understand, and his mannerisms and conversations were also strange, and he knew his situation at this time, if it weren't for his nerves being still quite strong, and his body was still a little conscious and didn't report to the king of Hades, I am afraid that he would be scared to death.

Rao was so frightened by the new environment, and he was even scared and didn't know how to speak.

The collision that was separated by more than a thousand years happened to Zhen Qian, and the years of searching in the mall were not in vain, and after quickly noting down the faces, everyone's identity and role also surfaced.

There are people who really care about themselves who are crying in pain, and there are also people who pretend to wipe their tears, gritting their teeth and wishing that they would swallow their breath immediately, and more people are regretting and looking at themselves blankly.

It's one thing to know what's going on, but it's another thing to really accept the reality, the familiar environment is gone, the people who understand it are gone, the restlessness and anxiety make Zhen Qian feel at a loss, plus he is lying motionless on the bed, and he feels uncomfortable!

"Good! Open your mouth and finish the medicine...... The slave maid is added with honey, it is not bitter, it is very delicious! ”

Looking at Xiaozhu's smile on the child's smile in kindergarten, Zhen Qian was about to cramp with laughter in his stomach, he really thought he was an idiot!

Zhen Qian tilted his head to the side, there is not much benefit to drinking this medicine, in case his illness is not cured, and he drinks a decoction that he doesn't know what ingredients are, he can't be a guinea pig!

Zhen Qian doesn't want to die again, the Tang Dynasty is the Tang Dynasty, it is also the prosperous Tang Dynasty that will haunt future generations, with gorgeous architecture, inclusive and open-mindedness, poetry that has been inherited for thousands of years, and historical figures who have been in the limelight.

Regarding Zhen Qian's uncooperative behavior, Xiaozhu has the patience of a distributor and the determination to not give up if he pours the decoction into Zhen Qian's mouth and does not achieve the goal, "Lang Jun, didn't you say that Xiaozhu sang well before?" The slave and maid sang to Lang Jun every day! ”

As soon as Zhen Qian blinked, a spoonful of decoction was poured into his mouth, "This is deception!" ”

I don't know if what Xiaozhu said is true, anyway, I won't think that the song Xiaozhu sings is anything good, I don't know how many times I've heard such nonsense, do you think you're crazy?

Although I don't want to admit it, but this excuse is very good, it doesn't matter if you do something out of the ordinary, if you say something wrong, who makes them think they're stupid?

After being poured a mouthful of bitter decoction, Zhen Qian spit it out without hesitation, Xiaozhu hurriedly wiped the corners of Zhen Qian's mouth with a silk handkerchief, "Lang Jun drink slowly, there are still a lot of them!" ”

"What a sister you are! You can't murder your husband! ”

It is not wrong to use the word husband to describe the relationship between the two, there are not many people who really care about themselves in this Zhen Mansion, Xiaozhu is one, the relationship between the two has gone beyond ordinary master and servant, so that Zhen Qian scolded "Zhen Qian" in his heart for being shameless, is such a delicate flower still a human being?

"Lang Jun, hurry up, if something happens to you, what will happen to me and Xiaomei!"

Xiaozhu silently shed tears, as if he knew that Zhen Qian couldn't understand his words, and of course he wouldn't mind telling what was in his heart in front of Zhen Qian, "Lang Jun, do you know, if you don't go on like this again, this yard and the slaves and maids will not be able to be saved, the master mother is going to send you to the countryside, saying that she is preparing a secluded place for you to recuperate, in fact, she just wants to drive you out of this home, and when the time comes, not only me and Xiaomei, but even Uncle Wang and they will be bullied by the criminal housekeeper, this family can't do without Lang Jun!" ”

"Xiaozhu, what are you talking about, why don't you help me bring the food in!"

The door was pushed open again, a hand-held food box, wearing a pale pink palace dress, a little powder, three thousand green silk was pulled into a simple hibiscus bun, with a jasper hairpin, elegant outfit, the appearance is not so outstanding, but it looks gentle and amiable, with a light smile on the corner of his mouth as always.

"Sister Xiaomei, is the meal ready?" Xiaozhu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, turned his head to reveal a light smile, the two strands of hair on his cheeks gently brushed his face with the wind, adding a bit of seductive style, and the corners of his mouth sneered slightly: "Today is the same as the old three, Lang Jun is tired of eating!" ”

"Lang Jun is not in good health now, and he needs to eat more light food, so that his body can recover well!"

Xiao Zhujiao said angrily: "It's the criminal butler again, since Lang Jun lost his memory, his tail has been cocked to the sky, and the share of food for Lang Jun is getting smaller and smaller, so Lang Jun's body will be unbearable, why don't we tell Steward Wang about this matter!" ”

"Xiaozhu, don't mess around!" Xiaomei hurriedly scolded: "Now that the people in this courtyard are panicking, the criminal steward can't wait for us to make a big fuss, so he just took the opportunity to drive Steward Wang out." You also know that Lang Jun is going to be sent to the countryside, at this time, more is better than less, and when Lang Jun's condition is stabilized, we will tell Lang Jun what happened during this time, and Lang Jun will only make decisions for us! ”

Xiaozhu became more and more anxious, "But Lang Jun is ...... sick!" ”

"Didn't the doctor say that? Lang Jun's disease is slowly improving, and it will be recovered in just ten days and half a month! ”

"You believe that!" Xiaozhu sat on the edge of the bed angrily, gently held Zhen Qian's stiff arm and said, "Sister Xiaomei, our lives are so bitter!" Lang Jun is the best person for us, if Lang Jun has three long and two short, he will not be able to live this day! ”

"What nonsense, isn't Lang Jun good?" said that despite this, Xiaomei's eyes still showed a look of worry, but she was numbing herself in her heart, don't let such a thing happen, "Wang Po and Ju Niang have gone to the temple to pray for Lang Jun, Wang Peng and a few others are also outside to find medical advice for Lang Jun, Lang Jun is a Wenqu star descending to earth, and the Bodhisattva will also bless Lang Jun Ji and the heavenly appearance, we just need to serve Lang Jun well!" ”

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