A wisp of indescribable and indescribable aroma rushed into Yang Xiaokuan's nostrils, sweet and mellow, with a long aftertaste, he stretched out comfortably, feeling a strange change somewhere in his body. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info This is all thanks to "McT (Danglao), Ken (Deji), De (Keshi)", so that his body developed prematurely at a young age.

Immersed in the wonderful feeling, Yang Xiaokuan was still reluctant to open his eyes, but hugged the thin quilt in his arms tighter, at this time, the figure of a woman in white appeared in front of him, and it was floating among the flowers more than ten steps away from him, and disappeared in an instant.

A deep sense of loss came to my heart! It seems that this is a dream again.

Yang Xiaowan opened his eyes a little frustrated, touched the mobile phone next to the pillow, and pressed the boot button: after a familiar boot ringtone, a white picture with the words "4GLTE" flashed on the mobile phone screen, and a second later, the image of the bald head Qiang scratching his head appeared in front of him, and the clock on the desktop of the mobile phone clearly showed the words "8:00".

Today is the last time in his life to celebrate "Children's Day", after a fierce bargaining, the mother finally made a concession to her son: let Yang Xiaokuan take a day off, let him completely relax and relax, however, English words still have to be memorized, mathematics only corrects yesterday's mistakes, no longer do new papers, just write a small practice pen in Chinese...... Yang Xiaokuan roughly estimated that it would take nearly two hours to complete these assignments, well, not bad. He happily made a deal with his mother, and after that, the first thing he had to do was to sleep until he woke up naturally.

However, before he could fully wake up from his intermittent dream, he immediately heard two more timid calls from behind him: "Lord, Lord." Tang Guogong obeyed the queen's decree and had been waiting outside the dormitory for a long time. ”

This time, Yang Xiaokuan heard it very clearly: where is the sound of the TV, it is clear that someone is calling in the direction where he is!

In an instant, Yang Xiaokuan couldn't help but shiver at Ling Ling. He suddenly remembered: on the day of Juneteenth, he and his mother agreed that after spending the "Children's Day" in Jingdi Village, they would leave for the provincial capital to take the junior high school exam. But in that misty early summer morning, when he finished reciting English words as usual, sat alone by the Qinglong River, and planned to stay for a while to find a little dog to go up the mountain to catch the good-looking yellow bird, and bring it back to the provincial capital to raise it, I don't know who it was, he pushed himself from behind, and he didn't even have time to scream, so he rolled and fell into the bottomless Qinglong River......

Go, football, basketball, rope skipping...... Yang Xiaokuan can come on and off so much, but he just can't swim!

What's going on? The taste of the cold river pouring into his mouth and nose from all directions seemed to be happening right in front of him, but at this time, how could he lie on a comfortable bed and wake up from a sweet dream?

Yang Xiaokuan turned over and sat up, with a pair of eyes wide open, full of surprise to look at everything around: this seems to be a temple in the Buddha hall, the top beam is two or three times as high as the guest room of the third grandfather's house, in front of the bed on the two crane-shaped bronze lamp stands more than one person high, burning two red candles with the thickness of the bowl, although it is already bright outside the house at this time, but the inside of this big room is still dim, only faintly visible by the flickering candlelight, the room is scattered with a few cases, cabinets, hangers, screens and other dry furniture, but, The furnishings in this big house are very old, dull, and dark, but they are very realistically presented in Yang Xiaokuan's field of vision.

About twenty or thirty steps away from the big bed with the pot door where Yang Xiaokuan was sitting, outside the main entrance of this strange and strange big house, there were two people standing in shadows, because it was backlight, Yang Xiaokuan could only guess that these were two women from the buns that the two were holding. Just now, those two calls should have been made by them.

"Xiao Xiao and Cersei, why don't you two go straight into the palace and call the prince to get up? Niangniang is afraid that she has arrived at Hongsheng Palace first, and it will be rude if she is late. ”

A man's urgent urging came from outside the sight of the door.

Yang Xiaokuan clenched his mobile phone, but felt that his mind was blank: about the Qinglong River that he was pushed into, there is an ancient legend in Jingdi Village, it is said that there is a mysterious waterway at the bottom of the Qinglong River, which leads directly to the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea thousands of miles away, and there are always one or two times a year, the Dragon King in the Dragon Palace will leave the East Palace and dive all the way to the Qinglong River in the mountains along this mysterious waterway, bringing abundant rain to the people here. Could it be that he didn't drown after falling into the water, and floated all the way down that mysterious waterway to the Dragon Palace?

"yes, why don't you two come into the house and talk?" Yang Xiaokuan asked tentatively through the man's words nervously.

"Back to the words of the prince and Tang Guogong, Sister An has something to say first, and the servants dare not enter the prince's bedroom." The two women outside the threshold bowed in unison, their voices still tinged with timidity.

Dormitory?

Yang Xiaokuan glanced at the house again, only to feel that although this big house was much more spacious than the hall of the third grandfather's house, if you talked about the furnishings in the house, it was still much worse than the hall of the third grandfather's house. What kind of prince would sleep in such a humble dormitory?

"Is the prince awake?" A man's figure appeared beside the two women, bowed to him with his fists in his fist, and said loudly, "Qianniu is ready, Tang Guogong Li Yuan will see His Royal Highness the King of Jin." Niangniang has a will, and Her Royal Highness immediately rushed to Hongsheng Palace with her. ”

Tang Guogong Li Yuan?!

Yang Xiaokuan admitted that he heard correctly, isn't this Tang Gaozu? In this way, it is inferred that he did not come to the East China Sea Dragon Palace along the secret passage at the bottom of the river, but returned to ancient times, how is this possible?

There is a mobile communication transmitter base station built on the Phoenix Ridge in the west of Jingdi Village, which makes Yang Xiaokuan in this small mountain village surrounded by mountains, not only can he tutor through the 4G network at any time, but also every night after his mother falls asleep, he can quietly read one or two chapters of the very popular novel on the Internet, and then go to sleep with the reverie of the crossing, for dozens of days, this has almost become Yang Xiaokuan's only way of entertainment.

Because of this, Yang Xiaokuan is no stranger to the so-called black hole, white hole or something through the theory. Now, if you accidentally fall into the water and drown and return to ancient times, this should belong to the soul piercing, right?

For some reason, once he realized that he was very likely to achieve soul piercing, Yang Xiaokuan didn't feel the slightest bit afraid, but his mind was full of curiosity and excitement:

Haha, I actually became a prince, both expensive and rich, and I no longer have to live a life of "six in the morning and ten in the evening"!

The person standing outside the door who claimed to be Li Yuan, the Duke of Tang Guo, was really the Tang ancestor Li Yuan, the father of Li Shimin, who created the Tang Dynasty for more than 200 years in history?

So, who is this body that is possessed by his soul?

Also, Li Yuan came to look for him early in the morning, what was the matter?