It seems like centuries have passed, and it seems like just a short time to close your eyes. The endless darkness faded, and a glimmer of light pierced into the eyelids. Slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a blue-colored gauze tent.

Where is this? I'm sure this is definitely not the house I stayed in before. Just as he wanted to tilt his head to look at the situation in the house, a sharp pain hit him, and his eyes went dark, almost making him faint again.

"Huh?"

The intense pain made him snort.

"Childe is awake! The mother woke up......"

Before he could get used to the momentary dizziness caused by the sharp pain in his head, he heard a slightly trembling male voice in front of him suddenly sound, and then quickly left from near and far.

"Poof!"

A dull thud brought the shout to a halt.

It's not a light fall.

"Mother, Childe is awake...... The mother woke up......"

Before the thought was finished, the man who fell to the ground sounded earth-shattering again, and he should have been rolling and crawling when he heard the movement. He couldn't help but silently say his admiration for this person in his heart.

Just "Childe? "Mother?" What's the deal with this quaint title?

The vertigo from the severe pain slowly subsided, and experience told him that he must have had an injury to his head, and it should have been a minor injury. When I opened my eyes again, the first thing I saw was the antique round table, the round stool, and the blue-glazed teapot and teacup on the round table, which were only a few steps away.

That is, blue glazed porcelain pot?

On the ground, there are brightly colored blankets of birds and phoenixes, and the workmanship is fine and lifelike. The carved beams and painted beams, the beautifully made hollow doors and windows, etc., everything is so antique.

Yourself, where the hell is this?

In a trance, the courtyard seemed to suddenly become noisy because of the boy's waking call. The sound of hurried footsteps came from far and near, and five or six figures rushed into the door with the sound of the wind.

"Erlang, are you awake? Is it better? ”

I felt that the figure in front of me flashed, and a rich but not strong fragrant wind came to my face, but it was a beautiful woman wearing a goose yellow costume and a high bun running to the bed.

Jia Guifei looked at her younger brother who was looking at her blankly with her eyes open, and when she saw her brother staring at her, her eyes instantly turned red under the agitation of her mood.

"Erlang, you can be regarded as awake, if you have three strengths and two shortcomings, how can you let my sister explain to my father under Jiuquan. Whining. ”

Jiro? … Who is it? Now that I'm alone in this bed, is it calling myself? But this is clearly not his name. Besides, I didn't have a sister at all.

What's going on here?

"Erlang? Jiro? ”

At this time, Jia Guifei found that the eyes of her younger brother on the bed were very erratic, and she trembled close and stretched out ten fingers like cardamom in front of his eyes, and her voice was sad.

He could feel that this beautiful woman he didn't know and was about to fall on his face cared for and worried about him, pure and unadulterated.

"I... Where is it? Where is this? ”

"Jiro spoke? Dong Banban, Erlang spoke? ”

After waiting for a long time, she finally heard her brother speak, Jia Guifei didn't seem to believe her ears, the crystal tears in her beautiful eyes slid down, and she covered her red lips and turned her head to ask the person behind her.

"Niangniang, Uncle Ji has his own natural appearance, and he has indeed spoken."

The voice is a little delicate and sharp, why is it a little bit of a feeling of neither male nor female? When he looked up with doubts, he saw a white-faced middle-aged man wearing a round-necked crimson costume, a round top hat, and a dusty whisk in his hand.

Singing? Acting? Or something else?

He clearly remembered that he should have been studying the East Pagoda Relic Bead that he had just arrived in his study, and then he woke up again in the dark, but it had already become such a scene in front of him.

What happened to me?

"This palace knows that Lu Daojiro will be fine. Woo, Dong Companion, there is news of the murderous woman in Lin'an Mansion......"

"Who are you? Where is this? What Lin'an Mansion? What about my phone? ”

He opened his mouth impatiently, his voice dry, startling himself.

Is this your own voice?

Dong Songchen, who was about to reply, was stunned when he heard this, and he knew what the first three questions meant, but what was my mobile phone? Dong Songchen looked at the stunned Jia Guifei blankly, and did not answer.

In the room, because of his four consecutive questions, he fell into a deathly silence.

Long.

"Erlang, I'm my sister. Don't you even know your sister? What's wrong with you? Dong Banban, Erlang, what's wrong? Xuan Taiyi, Dong Companion, Quick Xuan Taiyi ......"

Jia Guifei's heart-rending crying sounded inside and outside the courtyard, and suddenly there was another burst of chickens and dogs.

……

Half a month later, he had already taken off the bandage, and he looked at the koi fish competing to eat in the lotus pond, and his eyes were wandering.

Well, this is really not the plane I was from. The scenes that appear in various time-traveling dramas are real to themselves.

Well, crossed.

The earth is still this earth, and the sky is still this day, but he came to the Southern Song Dynasty eight hundred years ago.

In the second year of Jiaxi, if there were no mistakes and forgets in the history he knew when he played antiques in his mind, then this year should be 1238 AD.

In 1279 AD, the minister Lu Xiufu committed suicide by throwing himself into the sea with the last emperor Zhao Yu, who was only eight years old. So, that is to say, there are still forty-one years before the fall of the Southern Song Dynasty, the entry of the Mongols into the Central Plains, and the first real death of the Chinese nation.

At the moment, he is still the same, he is not wrong, and it is not wrong to say that he is no longer him. Because, except that this body is not his, but the thoughts, memories, and past experiences are his.

It's like the same computer, but with the most important operating system.

Now the identity is also clear.

The owner of this body is also a celebrity, but this celebrity is a little disgraceful in the history of later generations. A traitor who controlled the power of the last Southern Song Dynasty for decades, but was infamous for 10,000 years due to the fall of the Southern Song Dynasty.

Jia seems to be the way, the word Shixian.

That's who he is now.

His father, Jia She, once served as the envoy of Huaidong to Jingdong and Hebei soldiers and horses, and a famous general of the Southern Song Dynasty against Jin; The half-sister Jia Shi has been in the palace since the fourth year of Shaoding (1231) and has been favored by the current emperor Zhao Yun of Song Lizong.

For the concubine sister who spoils the harem, he already knows that Lu Dao is the glamorous woman he saw at the first sight when he woke up. In the past half a month, Jia Guifei went out of the palace and returned home every three days, except for herself, she would inevitably bring a ticket of imperial medicine and large bags of various medicinal herbs and royal tribute tonics to see herself.

Song Lizong's Zhao Yun's love for his cheap half-sister can be seen.

It's clear how he took this body.

Half a month ago, the Southern Song Dynasty had just released the list of Jinshike. This body of his own, Jin Shi and the first, immediately feasted on relatives and friends in the West Lake. Of course, this relative and friend can also be called a fox friend and a dog friend.

During the banquet, Jia Rudao, who was in a half-drunk state, was very prosperous and wanted to recite a poem on the flower shop, but because he saw a woman enjoying the scenery on the West Lake on a nearby cruise ship, when he was teasing, he was smashed on the head by a wine jug by the guard next to the woman and fell into the lake.

The rest is much simpler.

Obviously, that flask was the life of his own body. Of course, maybe that pot of wine didn't really kill Jia Nidao, but it was the direct cause that caused Jia Nidao to fall into the lake and finally die.

Then, he was supposed to be a wandering soul, but he happened to be in the body of Jia Nidao, who had already lost his soul, and through eight hundred years of time and space, Li Dai Tao stiffened and became Jia Nidao.

Think of yourself in another time and space. Born in poverty, he was admitted to a key university with his own efforts, and it took only five years for him to become the regional CEO of a multinational company from a small salesman after graduating from university. Then he quit his job and started his own business, started a company from scratch, and for another three years, became the youngest billionaire.

When the spring breeze was proud, he was imprisoned and was imprisoned. Three years later, when he returned from all the blame, he found that not only had the company changed hands, but even the most beloved woman had been taken over by his most trusted brother and partner.

Relatives and neighbors from the original flattery to contempt and white eyes, all kinds of gossip is full of all kinds of gossip, the elderly parents left in three years. In prison, he didn't even see the last side of his parents.

People and money are empty, and the family is surrounded by walls.

After kneeling in front of his parents' monument for a day, for the next five or six years, revenge has become his everything. When he regained the company six years later, his former brother jumped to his death, and he was immersed in the joy of revenge, but the woman he once loved the most sent him an email.

The next day, the headlines in the major newspapers were the news that she had committed suicide by slitting her wrists.

When he opened the email tremblingly, he only saw seven words: "I do, I don't regret it!" ”

She was no longer willing to even pick up a pen to write a letter to herself.

Feelings are the most difficult thing in this world.

Although it was only seven words, it was enough to show everything in her heart.

Everything is over, looking back, the brothers are gone, the women are gone, and if you want to fulfill your filial piety, even your parents leave with hatred.

He found that he seemed to have nothing but money. Physically and mentally exhausted, he handed over the company that he had lost and expanded several times to an independent team of professionals, but he spent the whole day touring the mountains and rivers, and then plunged headlong into the world of antiques.

Now think about it in two lifetimes, eight hundred years later, I seem to have spent all my time and energy in another time and space on intriguing and calculating, fighting with people, fighting with brothers, fighting with the women I love, and being away all the year round, giving birth to my parents has never fulfilled my filial piety, and I have been endlessly busy, but I have never really belonged to myself.

My hands are dirty, my heart is tired.

I really don't want to live the old days anymore.

At this moment, I have a cheap sister who specializes in the harem, the emperor is my brother-in-law, and I have the status of a jinshi, but I also gave myself another relief, didn't he?

It's just that the Southern Song Dynasty, which still has forty years to live, can really give itself a lifetime of leisure? Should I continue to enjoy what I want, or should I let go of my hands and feet and do something, "turn the tide and help the building to fall"?

In troubled times, can you really be alone and protect yourself?

……

"Childe, Childe. The concubine has returned home. ”

A chant with a little anxiety and surprise suddenly made the koi fish competing for food in the pond scatter in a hurry.

You don't have to look up, Jia Rudao also knows who Lu Dao is.

The little guy by his side, Jia Quan.

His grandfather was his grandfather's little servant, and his father was his father's personal follower, and in his generation, he naturally became his own personal companion.

"Come back, come back, won't she come back every three days? There's something to scream about, scare my fish away. Jia Rudao put down the blue-glazed porcelain bowl containing the bait in his hand, clapped his hands casually, and said lightly.

Jia Quan, who was running in a hurry, stumbled when he heard Jia Rudao's words. He has been waiting for Jia Nidao for half a month, of course, he has been by Jia Nidao's side before, although these days he thinks that he has quickly adapted to the son whose temperament has changed greatly after amnesia, but at this moment, hearing the comparison between the concubine and the fish still makes him messy.

That's a concubine, not a cat or a dog.

"Childe, the concubine also brought the holy decree."

Jia Quan stood still.