Yang Guang's whole body seemed to be overpowered, and Ji Ling Ling shuddered, and in an instant he felt that the lines of traditional Chinese characters in front of him had become unfamiliar. www.biquge.info He blinked his eyes twice, trying to stare at the text again, and only then did his mind flash the pronunciation and meaning of the lines of traditional Chinese characters.

If the sound that rang in his ears just now was an illusion from himself, then in an instant, the familiar line of the Heavenly Sacrifice Text suddenly became unfamiliar in his mind, how could this be explained?

Yang Guang read the text according to the script, and looked up at the sky with a peek: But after the spring thunder sounded, the sky was already a blue tile, and he couldn't even see the shadow of a cloud, let alone any visitors from outside the sky, and he spoke through the air.

Who are you? Did you just talk to me?

Yang Guang tried to ask in his mind the person who may or may not exist.

It wasn't until he finished reading the edict that Wang Shao stepped forward to announce the second ritual of the spring ploughing ceremony: the king of Jin went to the field to help the plough and start plowing on behalf of the Son of Heaven, and Yang Guang never heard any response again.

Maybe it's really an illusion!

Yang Guang breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at the sky again, and walked down the high platform under the guidance of Wang Shao, wanting to go to the field to help the plow with his own hands, his body shook slightly, and he immediately felt a stabbing pain in the back of his neck, as if he had been pricked by a sharp thing. He raised his hand and straightened the collar of his robe, and faintly felt that something cold had slipped into his robe along the collar of his robe, and Yang Guang couldn't help frowning.

Duan Da, who was standing at the entrance of the high platform as a guard, saw Yang Guang twisting his body constantly while walking down the stage, with an uncomfortable expression, mistakenly thinking that Yang Guang was in a hurry for a while, and wanted convenience, so he hurriedly approached, stretched out his hand to help Yang Guang get off the high platform, and asked softly: "Does the prince need to rest for a while, and then go to the field to help the plow and start plowing?" ”

Yang Guang was hindered by the thousands of people in the audience looking forward to him going to help the plough and start ploughing, he shook his head with the discomfort on his back, insisted on coming to the field, pulled up his robe, and with the help of two farmers, he picked up the plowcart and walked back and forth between the ridges of the field, which was regarded as starting ploughing on behalf of the Son of Heaven.

When he returned to the field amid the cheers of everyone, a sergeant had already brought him a pair of clean boots, Yang Guang was about to change into boots and re-enter the stage to watch the grand occasion of thousands of farmers working in the fields, but saw Duan Da come over again, and said flatteringly: "The last general has ordered someone to set up a tent behind the stage, please let the prince change his clothes, rest for a while, and then go on the stage to watch the grand occasion of spring ploughing." ”

Duan Da didn't say that it was okay, but when he said this, Yang Guang felt that his back was scratched again, because he thought that scratching his back in public would hinder the view, so he nodded, and followed Duan Da to the stage, and walked into the temporary tent alone.

In the tent, Duan Da had already ordered people to prepare the clean bucket, toilet paper, and bath beans for Gong to use, Yang Guang ignored all of them, entered the tent, and immediately untied the placket, took off the big red brocade robe from his body, and reached out to touch his back.

"Smack......

An object fell from inside the robe and fell to the ground with a crisp thud.

Yang Guang heard the sound and hurriedly looked down, only to see a fingernail-sized object shining on the ground in front of him.

Glass!

Yang Guang bent down and picked up the piece of glass, put it in the palm of his hand, and came to his eyes to look at it carefully: that's right, this is a small piece of glass, and the top of the back of his neck was almost scratched by it.

In the Great Sui Dynasty in the Middle Ages, where did the glass come from?

Yang Guang thought of a "boom" in his head, and remembered the two strange voices: This piece of glass could not have been accidentally left by that person.

This surprise is not trivial, Yang Guang subconsciously held this small piece of glass that fell from the sky, opened his eyes vigilantly, confirmed that there was no one in the tent, pretended to be respectful, undressed and sat down on the net bucket, stretched out his hand to pull up the curtain in front of him, locked himself in a small space of less than two square meters, and began to ponder this unbelievable thing that made him feel incredible.

The existence of this piece of glass in the palm of his hand made Yang Guang first rule out the possibility of his own auditory hallucinations: no matter how loud and long the thunder sounded in the sky, it would never knock a piece of glass that was only hundreds of thousands of years later from the sky to the back of his neck, someone must have either intentionally or accidentally dropped this piece of glass.

"Are you leaving? Do you want me to take you out of here? ”

"Are you still reluctant to go? Don't regret it. Well, I'm leaving......"

Yang Guang sat alone on the net bucket, repeatedly recalling the two words that sounded in his ears with the rolling spring thunder, racking his brains to figure out the tone and intention of the speaker, and fell into a deep uneasiness.

Yang Guang vaguely recalled the time travel novels he had read before the time travel: whether the protagonist in the novel travels back to distant antiquity, or travels to the future hundreds or even thousands of years later, he can mostly return to the reality in front of him at the end of the novel.

Who is the person who keeps saying that he wants to take him away? What kind of skills does he have to bring him back to the modern day more than a thousand years later?

Yang Guang couldn't help but recall the situation before his crossing: June 1st, that's right, the crossing happened on the day of his thirteen-year-old "June 1st Children's Day", he was about to follow his mother back to the provincial capital to take the junior high school exam, that morning, he went to the river to memorize English words, I don't know who pushed him behind him, and pushed himself into the Qinglong River...... After waking up, he lay on the bed in the palace of the Jin Dynasty in Chang'an City, and then his cousin Li Yuan summoned him to the Hongsheng Palace where his eldest sister Yang Lihua lived on the orders of his mother......

However, he is clearly dead, otherwise, how could his appearance become very different from before the crossing?

Wrong. You don't necessarily have to cross over. Yang Guang suddenly remembered the mobile phone that traveled back to the Sui Dynasty with him, as well as the mysterious 4G network that appeared in the Sui Dynasty, and couldn't help but have strong doubts about whether he had crossed over.

If it's not a crossing, then how can you explain everything and everything you have met in the past two years? Not to mention anything else, at the beginning of his crossing, when the battery of his mobile phone was not exhausted, he searched in detail on the Internet for the life experience of Emperor Yang Guang of Sui, and still clearly remembers that Yang Guang did go out of the town and state at the age of thirteen or fourteen to resist the Turks. By the way, it seems that Yang Guang and Xiao E, who is known in history as Empress Xiao, did get married in the second year after he left the town and merged with the state. How can this be explained?

Also, the delicious and unpalatable food that I have eaten, the lingering and sad nights that An Ruoxi and Xiao Er once spent, the pain of falling from their horses, and the scene of leading tens of thousands of soldiers and horses out of the pass to attack the city...... These are all things that I have seen, heard, tasted, and experienced, if not crossing, what can it be?