"Childe wake up, Childe, wake up quickly, wake up ......." In the pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info a slightly chubby young man was dressed in a coarse cloth coat covered with patches, and large drops of water were dripping down from his clothes. The young man lying on the ground with his hands gently swayed, his brows tightly knit and his expression full of anxiety.

Zhao Wuming opened his eyes with difficulty, a face appeared in front of him, and he was shocked, but he just wanted to open his mouth, but there was a pain in his chest: "cough, cough ......."

"Childe, slow down, are you uncomfortable lying on the ground?" The chubby young man was overjoyed, and hurriedly bent down to support Zhao Wuming.

Zhao Wuming sat up with his support and leaned against a big tree behind him. After calming down, he immediately fell into deep thought, he wasn't playing a web strategy game just now, but why did he become like this in a blink of an eye. Wait, wait for his clothes? And the patched coarse cloth clothes these days? One question after another emerged from the bottom of my heart: "This...... What the hell is going on".

"Childe, don't you really remember? ……“。 The chubby young man pointed to the river in front of him, his eyes full of suspicion.

Zhao Wuming fell into contemplation again, and after a while, he still didn't have the slightest impression and then shook his head: "Don't remember? Can you explain what the hell is going on here? “。

"Childe, have you really forgotten that just now you had a conflict with Fan Gongzi and were accidentally pushed into the river by him. It was the sparrow that pulled you up from the river." Qingque pointed to the wet clothes on her body, and thought of the scene just now.

Zhao Wuming's eyes became even more puzzled, and the cold feeling gradually spread across his body. subconsciously looked down, only to find that his clothes were also wet: "What conflict?" And who is Fan Gongzi? “。

"Childe, what's wrong with you? ……“。 Qingque's puzzled eyes gradually became confused, how did he feel that the son was weird now.

A middle-aged man dressed in Lang Zhong ran quickly with a huge wooden box, and big drops of sweat appeared on his face, and he still didn't notice it: "The fourth son, the fourth son is fine...... The villain Fan Shun was late, and asked the fourth prince to forgive his sins."

"Fan Shun?". Zhao Wuming followed his gaze, his brows gradually furrowed. What the hell is going on? I'm obviously playing a game, but why did I become like this in a blink of an eye?

Hearing Fan Shun's voice, Qingque was overjoyed, and his tone was full of complaints: "Fan Langzhong, why did you come?"

"Just now, just under the official in a small solution, so it's a little slower." Fan Shun smiled awkwardly, hurriedly ran to Zhao Wuming's side, put the wooden box on the ground and began to check the pulse.

Qingque was immediately relieved, looking at Fan Shun, who was taking the pulse, with a serious look, and his heart couldn't help beating violently: "Fan Langzhong, how is he doing?"

Fan Shun? Blue Sparrow? Fan Gongzi? Just the conflict. Questions swirled in my mind, and then a huge pain came. Zhao Wuming subconsciously covered his head with his hands, revealing a very painful look.

"Fourth son, don't think about it, according to the villain, you are only temporarily amnesia. It only takes a few days of rest to recover." After Fan Shun finished his diagnosis, he breathed a sigh of relief, as long as the fourth son was fine.

As soon as Fan Shun's words fell, countless memories poured into his mind, and two tears unconsciously appeared in the corners of his eyes. Zhao Wuming subconsciously wiped his sleeve, only then did he realize that his clothes were also wet, and he couldn't help muttering: "I am the fourth son of the king, Zhao Wuming?" ……“。

"Childe, Childe is not feeling a little unwell." Seeing Zhao Wuming's tears, they kept flowing down. Qingque's heart was sour, and she hurriedly asked.

Fan Shun looked at Zhao Wuming in front of him and sighed in his heart, as the fourth son of King Zhao, he actually lived to this extent, it was really sighing: "Fourth son, don't think about it, the villain will go to the palace to catch a few medicines for you."

"In this way, there is Doctor Lao Fan, and if Wuming is unwell, he will not thank him in return, and invite Doctor Fan Haihan." The cough sounded out inopportunely, and Zhao Wuming covered his mouth and showed a hint of apology to Fan Shun.

Fan Shun shook his head and picked up the wooden box, stood up and waved his hand again: "Gongzi is a noble son of the fourth son of the king, why should he be so polite."

"Who knows the four sons of Handan, who knows ...... in the city." Zhao Wuming thought of his current identity and showed a wry smile.

Fan Shun smiled and didn't reply, he turned around and walked quickly into the distance. Seeing this, Qingque pouted at Fan Shun's back: "Gongzi doesn't need to be so respectful to him, no one in this Handan City knows that this person is the worst person in traditional Chinese medicine in Tai Hospital." If it weren't for his son inheriting his father's business, how could he sit in this position of imperial physician."

"I respect his medical ethics rather than his medical skills, and if it hadn't been for the queen's many cares in the past ten years, I am afraid that our master and servant would have died long ago. Since he is a person sent by the queen, he can respect me, the dispensable fourth son, for ten years, Qingque, can you disrespect me? “。 Zhao Wuming looked at Fan Shun's back and explained, thinking of his current situation, he sighed in his heart. Play a good game, how can you cross over without dying.

Seeing Fan Shun's back disappear into the distance, Qingque looked at Zhao Wuming with a slight smile: "What Childe said is also reasonable, this Fan Langzhong's character really has nothing to say."

"Who are Qingque and Fan Gongzi? Why did he push me into the river? Why can't I remember?" Zhao Wuming thought of the question just now, and only felt that his brain was blank.

Qingque was puzzled and thought of what Fan Shun said just now, and then relieved: "Just now Fan Langzhong said that Gongzi you have temporary amnesia, so you can't remember."

"Can you tell me more about what just happened?" Zhao Wuming looked at Qingque, his eyes were full of questions and expectations, and the information in his mind was as messy as a mess at this time. I urgently need to understand what happened so that I can sort it out for myself.

Qingque fell into deep thought, recalling the scene just now: "In the morning, Fan Gongzi came back from the Daijun fiefdom and laughed at you as the son of King Zhao. Now that he is over twenty-two years old, he has not yet had a fief. You got into a verbal altercation with him in a fit of rage, and you were pushed into the river."

"In the river? Fan Gongzi? ……“。 Zhao Wuming fell into deep thought, and the memories in his mind gradually became clearer.

A gust of wind blew, rustling leaves. Qingque nodded, looking at Zhao Wuming with some doubts: "Childe has found something wrong."

"This year is 355 B.C., and the twentieth year of my father's reign." Zhao Wuming combed through the memories in his mind little by little, and looked up at Qingque, his eyes full of doubts.

Qingque nodded and didn't realize the slightest mistake, pinched the wet sleeve with his hand, and the water quickly dripped to the ground: "I only know that this year is the twentieth year of the reign of the king, as for whether it is 355 BC, Qingque does not know."

"Ding...... The system was successfully restored, but the product was abnormally changed due to time and space. In view of the presence of other people around the host, the system goes into standby."

"Ding...... The database has been restored successfully, and the data is being retrieved. Locked in 355 B.C., locked in Zhao during the Warring States period".

Two system prompts made Zhao Wuming stunned, and a virtual interface appeared in front of him, and dense handwriting was displayed: Referring to the information of Zhao in 355 BC during the Warring States Period of the original time and space, if the information is wrong, he will not be responsible. In the sixth year of Chenghou, Marquis Wei Wenhou died, and Wei's civil strife led with Zhao Chenghou and Korea to besiege King Wei Huiwen in Pouche. After that, King Wei Hui held a grudge and worked hard for 14 years. In the twenty-first year of the Marquis of Zhao Cheng (354 BC), King Hui of Wei led an army to attack Zhao and besieged Handan, the capital of Zhao. In the twenty-second year of Zhao Chenghou, the Wei general Pang Juan commanded the troops to capture Handan, and Handan belonged to Wei for three years.

Zhao Wuming subconsciously calculated the time in his heart. That is to say, Handan was besieged a year later, and Handan was owned by Wei two years later. While he was thinking about it, another virtual interface appeared in front of him: the database retrieved the battle of storage positions in the court of Zhao in 355 BC. In the twentieth year of the Marquis of Zhao Cheng, 355 BC. The son Zhao Yu is facing the threat of his second son Zhao Yu, and the battle for the throne of Zhao is like tea. In the twenty-fifth year of Zhao Chenghou (350 BC), Zhao Chenghou died. The prince Zhao Yu and the crown prince Zhao Yu failed to compete for the throne and fled to Korea. So the crown prince Zhao Yu ascended the throne for Zhao Suhou. The third son, Zhao Fan, Mingzhe, secretly trained the army in the fiefdom. In the third year of Zhao Suhou, the son Zhao Fan rebelled and attacked Handan, the capital of Zhao State. Marquis Su of Zhao sent troops to suppress the rebellion, and Zhao Fan was defeated and died.

"Childe, childe, are you feeling a little uncomfortable?" Qingque saw that Zhao Wuming didn't speak for a long time, but was just stunned. I was afraid that he would be unwell, so I hurriedly asked.

Interrupted by his train of thought, Zhao Wuming subconsciously pinched his sleeves, but felt that his palms were cold: "The clothes are wet and a little uncomfortable."

"Qingque damn it, he actually forgot to help his son go back to the house to change his clothes." Qingque slapped his head violently, and hurriedly got up and helped Zhao Wuming to walk in the direction of his house.