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After a shout, Zhao Shuo sat up suddenly, gasping for breath. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Because he got up too violently, he was pulling his whole body in pain, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

Zhao Shuo is a senior at a prestigious university, majoring in international finance and trade. After graduating from college, the class decided to take a group trip to commemorate the four years.

Everything was so beautiful, it was just an accident that interrupted everything. Ban Hua accidentally fell during the mountaineering and accidentally bumped into Zhao Ying. And Zhao Ying rolled off the cliff because she couldn't hold her feet.

"Rub, it's really unlucky, but fortunately I didn't die. It is said that if you don't die, you will have a blessing, and I hope to find a good job in the future. Zhao Shuo moved his aching body and said with a grin.

Squeak......

Bang bang......

As soon as Zhao Shuo's words were finished, the door was pushed in, and several people ran in.

The leader was a middle-aged man, white-faced and beardless, holding a whisk, wearing a round-necked robe, the robe was covered with patches, and wearing a familiar hat, and rushed to Zhao Ying's bed first.

"Your Highness, you have finally woken up and made the old slave worry about death."

Your Highness? Old slave?

Zhao Shuo was confused by this shrill voice, and after looking around, a big question mark appeared in his mind.

It was a wooden room, with a wooden bed, wooden chairs, wooden floors, and even pillows that had been pillowed.

Looking at what he was wearing, it turned out to be a linen dress.

Quietly pinching his thigh, Zhao Shuo gasped, and the pain told him that this was not a dream.

"Where is this?"

The middle-aged man who claimed to be an old slave showed a trace of disappointment on his happy face.

"Your Highness, this is Lin'an, do you really not remember anything?"

Lin'an? This is an extremely useful piece of information, as Zhao Shuo had seen in history books, as Hangzhou, the society in which he lived, and the capital of the Southern Song Dynasty.

The capital of the Southern Song Dynasty? Did I cross over?

Through the novel, Zhao Shuo has read a lot, and he has also dreamed of traveling to what dynasty, and then doing some earth-shattering things.

Now that his dream has come true, and from the title of His Highness, who calls himself an old slave, Zhao Shuo can almost conclude that his status should not be low.

Survived? also crossed into a Southern Song Dynasty His Royal Highness. It can be seen that God still treats me well.

"I'm hungry, get me something to eat first."

Now Zhao Shuo's memory is still a little confused, and he can only feel a trace of familiarity with these anxious faces standing by the bedside, but he can't name any of them.

The middle-aged man who called himself an old slave listened to Zhao Shuo's words, opened his mouth wide, and after being stunned for a while, he sighed slightly, and then said to a thin woman behind him. "Fluttershy, why don't you go get some food for Your Highness."

Fluttershy's maid bows sideways, then says. "The slave is derelict in her duties, so let's prepare."

Before the time is up, Fluttershy returns with a round tray with only a steaming bowl.

Zhao Shuo was waiting, expecting it, guessing whether it was bird's nest or shark fin in this bowl. These things are the daily food of those princes and nobles, and they are also what Zhao Shuo wanted to eat in his last life but couldn't afford to eat.

Fluttershy gets closer and closer with the bowl, and Zhao Shuo's heart rises to his throat. After swallowing a few mouthfuls of saliva, the long-awaited bowl was finally brought to him.

"What the hell is this? Are you going to give me this? Zhao Shuo's face pulled down, pointing to the bowl that only had a few vegetable leaves, and the rest was full of water.

"Your Highness atoned for your sins, the house has long been ......"

"Ahem...... The middle-aged man, who calls himself an old slave, coughs to stop Fluttershy from continuing. He then motions for Fluttershy to take the bowl away, then says to Zhao Shuo. "Your Highness has just woken up, his body is weak, he should eat something good, and the old slave will arrange it."

The middle-aged man who called himself an old slave took everyone down, leaving only Zhao Shuo alone in the house.

At this time, Zhao Shuo had time to take a good look at himself. The fingers are thin, and the hemp clothes are open, and the slender ribs can be seen.

I got up and came to the bronze mirror, which reflected a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, with a thin face, deep sunken cheeks, and a sickly face.

Am I really Your Highness? What a miserable Highness this must be!

When Zhao Shuo was constantly doubting, his head suddenly ached violently, and the memories of this life kept coming out.

Zhao Shuo was lying on the ground, constantly rolling, and depressed.

His name is Zhao Shuo, and he is the first son of Song Qinzong, but he was born to a palace maid before Song Qinzong's wedding.

Song Qinzong always wanted to give him an identity, but the identity of an illegitimate child made this matter drag on again and again. Later, Song Qinzong got married and became the crown prince, and this matter became even more indefinite.

In 1125, Song Qinzong finally ascended the throne, and the position of the crown prince naturally had nothing to do with him, but he had no worries about food and clothing. For such a life, he is still satisfied, and he also accepts his fate.

But the good times did not last long, and two years later, the Jin soldiers captured the city of Bianliang in Tokyo, and plundered the second emperor of Huiqin and all the princes and concubines. And as an illegitimate child, he was not known to the Jin people, and under the escort of a group of maids and eunuchs, he miraculously escaped.

In the process of fleeing, his uncle Zhao Gou was called the emperor, and although he was unhappy about this, he had nothing to do. Even if his father is Song Qinzong, his identity as an illegitimate child is also not supported by too many people. What's more, unlike Zhao Gou's supporters, he has nothing.

Lin'an, became the capital of the Great Song Dynasty, in order to show the emperor's grace, as the emperor of the Great Song Dynasty Zhao Gou's uncle, arranged a residence for him, and gave him a certain amount of silver every month.

Zhao Shuo also endured this kind of life, or in other words, there was no way to endure it. It's just that God doesn't plan to let him live such a life.

In December 1129, the Jin soldiers went south and captured Lin'ancheng. Emperor Zhao Gou's uncle was the first to flee, and the Jin soldiers burned and looted in Lin'an City for several months before returning north.

In the process of escaping, Zhao Shuo accidentally fell off the horse, his head fell to the ground, and his thin body died, thus cheapening our protagonist Zhao Shuo, a college student.

After clearing his memory, Zhao Shuo struggled to get up and returned to bed, with indescribable disappointment in his heart.

He didn't expect that his Highness, his Highness, would be a Highness who couldn't even afford to eat.

Thinking about the words he had just said to his subordinate Fluttershy, Zhao Shuo now felt that he had gone too far.

After all, the bowl of soup with vegetable leaves is already the most sumptuous meal in recent times.

sighed, thinking about Gonggong Feng just now, that is, the middle-aged man with a slender voice who called himself an old slave, he said to arrange and improve Zhao Shuo's food?

Now that I think about it, it's really a little difficult for him. Zhao Shuo, who understood everything, no longer had any hope.

However, what he didn't expect was that that night, he ate meat, although it was very little, but it was indeed meat.

Although he was very unhappy with such a crossing, with these loyal subordinates, Zhao Shuo was content.