Zhang Bao felt that he had a dream, a long, long dream. The dream is beautiful and romantic.

It was a secluded wilderness, with the moon shining lightly and the shadows of the trees hazy. As far as the eye can see, everything is shrouded in the blend of moonlight and night. All the scenery is so misty, revealing a mysterious vastness.

At the end of this picturesque wilderness, a purple dress slowly floated towards Zhang Bao like the wind. The fluttering clothes constitute an intoxicating gesture. The long hair like a waterfall flutters gently in the cool night breeze. Silently watching, his heart soaring and rippling lightly with the gently shaking shadows of the trees.

Holding the slender hand, there is no trace of worldly luxury and imagination in my heart. Looking at each other and smiling, what overflows in my heart is the unspeakable tenderness and affection. Holding hands with each other, they wandered happily in this deserted wilderness.

Suddenly, the picture turned, and there was a sudden cold light in the sky, and the murderous aura in the cold light was terrifying. Zhang Bao felt a pain in his chest, and gradually lost consciousness, and the girl cried heartbreakingly beside her.

The elf-like girl, tears like rain, made Zhang Bao burst of heart-rending pain.

Looking at the patient who was sleeping on the bed, he suddenly burst into tears. Huang Long was startled, "Master, master......"

I felt like a voice from near and far was calling out to me. Zhang Bao slowly opened his eyes, and what greeted his eyelids was a blur, and his pupils slowly adjusted the focus, and the surrounding environment became clear.

The young man in his early twenties with a surprised face in front of him was dressed as a Taoist priest, but the color of the Taoist robe was not the same as in his impression, because he was wearing a yellow Taoist robe.

Zhang Bao, who had just opened his eyes and had a blank mind, asked unconsciously weakly, "Who are you?" Where am I? ”

"Master, you ...... What happened to you? I'm Huanglong, huh? Master, don't scare me? Looking at Zhang Bao, who woke up, Huang Long, who was originally full of joy, instantly became anxious. Didn't the master say that the master would wake up soon? Wake up is wake up, why don't you know yourself?

Thinking of this, Huang Long said to Zhang Bao: "Master, don't move, I'll ask Uncle Shi to show you." As he spoke, he hurried out.

Zhang Bao, who was full of inexplicability, looked at the young man named Huanglong suspiciously and ran out to call his uncle, since he claimed to be his apprentice, then his uncle must be his brother or brother? But where did you get your brother?

Zhang Bao wanted to get up to see what was going on, and just wanted to raise his arm, he was instantly filled with pain. The right chest was tightly bandaged, and I felt a long wound there.

I was lying on something that wasn't a wooden couch or a bed, but it was comfortable. The quilt covering his body moved just now, and the smell of incense came out

The room was not very large, and there was not much furniture, with a low four-legged rectangular seat against the wall and a futon on the couch. In the middle of the house, three food tables are placed, and each is equipped with a mat in front of the food table. The tall candlestick is placed near the dining table

On the wall near the futon, there is a word that occupies most of the wall, which is eye-catching. Other than that, there is nothing else.

Wait, four-legged and square, this sofa is not like a sofa bed, not like a bed, candlesticks, aren't these ancient furniture? To be exact, it should be the era before the Jin Dynasty. Coupled with the Taoist priest wearing a yellow suit, a big eye-catching "Tao", all this shows that this is the Han Dynasty. Or the end of the Han Dynasty?

As a graduate of the Department of History, Zhang Bao didn't put much effort into studying, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know even the most basic things.

What's going on here? Who am I? Shouldn't I be dating? Why did you come here all of a sudden? Did I cross over? Wait, the point is, who is that elf-like girl? Who the hell am I dating?

Before I could think too much, there was the sound of hurried footsteps outside the door. "Second brother, second brother, I heard Huang Long say that you woke up?" Before the person arrived, a rough voice was heard. The door was hastily opened, and the three of them came in front and back.

When the man came first, his face was a little vicissitudes, and his hair was scattered, but it was not messy, but it was slightly gray. He has a yellow headband wrapped around his forehead, and is wearing a yellow Taoist robe with a yin and yang fish pattern, wearing linen shoes on his feet, and holding a horsetail to whisk the dust. There is an affinity in the whole body, which makes people willing to be close from the bottom of their hearts.

The man who came in later had a rough face, dressed in a martial uniform, but with a yellow turban wrapped around his head. The hands and feet are powerful, and at first glance he is a person who has been practicing martial arts all year round. As for the last person, it was Huang Long, who claimed to be Zhang Bao's apprentice.

Although in addition to Huang Long, the other two Zhang Bao had never seen each other, but they had a wonderful feeling, as if they were very familiar and close. Seeing the three of them coming in, Zhang Bao habitually got up to salute. Unexpectedly, this movement caused a pain in the wound on his body.

Why is there habituality? I don't know them, why do I feel wonderful? I came through time, so am I still Zhang Bao? And what about the owner of the original body?

"Our brother is not an outsider, that kid is your apprentice, he is so seriously injured, what etiquette do you care." The old Taoist priest blamed Zhang Bao while tucking his feet away.

"That's it, that's it, second brother, you take care of your illness, what are you doing with all those red tape, I want those things the most. To engage in those virtual things, it is better to think about how to improve the reality of your martial arts. "The rough man's exit is a martial artist's kiss, and it really looks like a person who has been practicing martial arts all year round.

Lao Dao glared at the man: "Third brother, what do you know?" If your second brother is like you, you don't care about practicing martial arts all day long, and you don't tire your eldest brother to death? ”

The man smirked all over his face and scratched his head with his hand: "The eldest brother is a capable person who works hard, and the second brother is also capable, and the third brother and I can charge the two elder brothers." Lao Dao glared at him helplessly.

Huang Long next to him looked at the three elders, neither to go, not to go. This time, after listening to Uncle Shi's scolding, I am afraid that I will not be able to escape Uncle Shi's clutches when I look back. I don't know how this uncle tortures himself.

remembered that last time I accidentally saw my uncle being scolded, and afterwards, my uncle beat himself up under the guise of pointing, which was a miserable one. I shudder to think about it.

Zhang Bao looked at this scene and seemed to be very interesting, although Lao Dao scolded the man, he could also see the heart of love, and he also wanted him not to just think about martial arts, human affairs, reading and literacy.

"Big brother. I 、、、"

"Huh?" Zhang Jiao had a gentle smile on his face: "It's such a big person, why do you still talk and spit out?" ”

"I—I can't remember some things." Zhang Bao said helplessly.

Zhang Bao secretly thought in his heart: Whether he is still Zhang Bao or not, for now, he must not be the owner of this body. There are a lot of things I don't know about. It must be disguised as amnesia.

"Huh? How so? Zhang Jiao's brows furrowed.

"You put your hand out, I'm giving you a trumpet."

Zhang Jiao grabbed Zhang Bao's outstretched arm, put his fingers on the pulse, and carefully felt the pulse frequency coming from the arm.

"Tsk"

"Second brother, although your pulse is a little weak, it is no longer a big problem. Recuperate and don't get cranky. ”

The Yellow Turban Rebellion in history was quickly suppressed by those in power, but as the leader of the Yellow Turban, Zhang Jiao was a legendary figure. Let's not talk about whether those spells and witches are real, astronomy, geography and medical skills are indeed real.

Zhang Jiao, who had been diagnosed once, comforted the second brother in front of him. Then his face changed, as if he had thought of something.

"Yellow Dragon."

"Here, what do you command?" Huang Long, who was standing in the corner, was still bathing in the fear caused by his uncle a few days ago, and when he heard his uncle shouting to himself, he quickly came back to his senses.

"Think about it carefully, is there any omission in the process of your master's injury that you said some time ago?" Zhang Jiao, who was on the side of the follow-up examination, once again asked Huang Long if there was anything missing.

"Back to the teacher's words, what the disciple said last time was true, and there was no omission. Not right......"

Huang Long suddenly remembered that it seemed that it was a small detail that he didn't say, but in fact, he didn't think it was important, so he didn't say it.

"Tell me, what are you missing?"

"Huanglong, did you kid do it on purpose? Uncle Shi will point you to your martial arts for a while. Zhang Liang on the side was worried about Zhang Bao's injury, and when he heard Huang Long say that there were missing details, his eyes immediately widened, and while he said viciously, the joints of his fingers snapped.

"Division...... Uncle Shi, it's not that I don't say it, it's because I forgot. Huang Long's whole body was trembling, and it was conceivable that Huang Long's classmate was definitely ravaged by this uncle.

"Third brother, don't scare this kid." Zhang Jiao on one side relieved Huanglong.

Glancing at Zhang Jiao gratefully, Huang Long said: "That day, the master seemed to say that his whole body was hot, so I took cold water, and then the master slammed his head into the cold water, and then the master seemed to be dizzy." ”

Listening to Huang Long's words, Zhang Jiao's face became even more ugly: "At that time, your master had just been injured, and his head was suddenly hit by cold water, and the blood reflux was likely to cause soul loss. It's a bit of a hassle......"

Amnesia was called "soul loss" in ancient times, and there was no medicine to cure it, so the patient could only recover slowly by himself, and the family members would mention more familiar things to the patient, maybe they could get better. As for the odds, it's up to God.

Zhang Liang on the side, no matter what the reason, as soon as he heard that his second brother might have lost his soul, his face was also extremely pale.

The three of their brothers are plotting big things, and now the second brother, who is the main force, has lost his soul.

"Big brother, is my illness serious?" Zhang Bao, who was lying on the bed, saw Zhang Jiao and Zhang Liang's ugly faces, and said with some hesitation.

Zhang Jiao said on the side: "Second brother, don't think about anything else in the past two days, and recuperate with peace of mind." I'll talk about it when I'm well. Let's go out first, and I'll ask your apprentice to bring you the medicine later. ”

"There's Brother Lao."

"What else is polite between our brothers?"

Watch as the three of them close the door. Zhang Bao, who was lying on the bed with peace of mind, fell into deep thought.

First of all, I am sure that I really have traveled to the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the Yellow Turban Rebellion has not yet begun, looking at the faces of Zhang Jiao and Zhang Liang, it seems that it is not far away, I have really crossed into Zhang Bao, yes, I have crossed into Zhang Bao, the second leader of the Yellow Turban Army.

Could it be that Mom and Dad had the foresight to come up with the name back then? If his surname is Liu, will he cross over to Emperor Han? Then think about the death of the little emperor at the end of the Han Dynasty, and none of them enjoyed happiness, so forget it.

I can't remember a lot of things before I crossed over, but the grief of the elf-like girl is vivid. Zhang Youbao was silent.

It has crossed, and perhaps for some people, it is very joyful. But let Zhang Bao choose, he would rather live the plain and warm life in his previous life.

But he really crossed over, and crossed into the No. 2 leader of the Yellow Turban. That's right, the Yellow Turbans, the Yellow Turbans revolted. Thinking of this, Zhang Bao finally understood what the boulder that had been pressed in his heart from the time of crossing to the present was.

According to historical records, the Yellow Turban Rebellion began in the seventh year of Guanghe, that is, in 184 AD, and ended in 186 AD after just two years.

It lasted only two short years, and of course it was the first Yellow Turban Uprising, followed by another Yellow Turban Uprising. As for the specific time, Zhang Bao himself has forgotten, because the subsequent uprisings are scattered and there is no specific record.

But those are not important, the important thing is that the first Yellow Turban Uprising failed for his three brothers, the third brother was beheaded by Huangfu Song, and the eldest brother will soon die of illness, the key is that he will be exhumed and whipped, how did he die? It seems that he was assassinated by a subordinate named Yan Zheng.

Zhang Bao was simply desperate, with an unplanned peasant uprising on one side and a powerful Eastern Han bureaucratic landlord class on the other. No matter how you look at it, there is no chance of this.

Although the little emperor has no ability, the prestige of the Han Dynasty for more than 400 years is not for fun. Thinking that Cao Cao was the prime minister back then, with millions of mercenaries, he didn't dare to be the emperor.

I was finally reborn again, can I only live for two or three years? So what's the point of being alive? No, I have to find a way to live.

Zhang Bao carefully recalled the history he learned in school in his heart, but he hated less when the book was used, and at that time he patronized and kissed me with a girl, where he remembered what he had learned. I knew that I would study hard, make progress every day, and engage in what kind of object.

Zhang Bao is meditating hard to live, the sick body doesn't give face, and it takes a lot of brain cells to make the body recover? So the body signals to sleep.

As the old saying goes, the spirit harnesses the flesh and is anti/human/class/. So although the energetic Zhang Bao didn't want to waste time sleeping, it was a pity that sleepiness gradually came to his brain, and the pensive Zhang Bao fell into a deep sleep.