He woke up faintly, and the first thing he saw was a tall beam, and there was a faint pain in his head, and he didn't know where it was. After closing his eyes and thinking for a long time, he took a breath, and only felt that it felt good to be alive, but he didn't know who saved him, and he wanted to thank this person.

Lifting the quilt covering his body, he got up from the bed, Xu was a little anxious, and a dizziness came. He lowered his head and closed his eyes and shook his head slightly, he felt much more comfortable, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw the clothes on his body. The style was very strange, and when he touched it it seemed to be made of linen, suddenly he felt something was wrong, and this hand did not seem to be his own. He raised his hand in front of him in surprise, looked at it carefully, his hand was slender and immature, he rubbed it with his thumb and forefinger, and felt that the skin was also extremely smooth, and he knew that it was not his own hand.

What's going on?

He asked himself in his mind, but he didn't know the answer, and there was no one here to tell him the answer to his question. He looked around in a panic, wooden walls, wooden cabinets, wooden tables and chairs, all of them were very shabby and old-fashioned, without the slightest modern feeling, and he didn't see what he was looking for.

He stood up, walked over to the wooden cupboard, and began to rummage through it. Inside the cabinet were some clothes, and at the end, he finally found a mirror under the clothes. It was an old grape mirror, but he didn't notice it, he just lifted it up with his hand and slowly rose it in front of him.

When the mirror rose in front of him, he looked at himself in the mirror with a dull gaze, and at this moment, he realized the feeling of the Supreme Treasure looking at the demon mirror in the Journey to the West.

With a bang, the bronze mirror fell to the ground, and his hand hung down weakly. At this time, he ignored the mirror on the ground, and went straight to the wooden door, pushed it open, and then went out of the room. Outside the door was a somewhat desolate courtyard, an ancient well, an old tree, a stone platform, and a stone-paved path leading to the arch of the courtyard wall.

He raised his head slightly, the sunlight was shining directly, and he involuntarily blocked it with his hand.

There were a few pavilions not far as the eye could see, but nothing more than that, he didn't see any signs of tall buildings. The courtyard was very quiet, and there was no one but him. Without much thought, he walked out of the porch and walked out along the stone path.

When he reached the archway, he finally saw a man, a young girl holding a wooden basin. Then, he heard the girl shout in surprise: "San Lang, are you awake?" ”

Saburo? Who is Saburo?

He was asking again in his heart, but in his mouth he asked another question: "Who are you?" ”

"San Lang, I'm Luzhu, what's wrong with you?" The girl's brow furrowed as she replied.

Who is Green Bamboo?

He had another question in his mind, but he still didn't ask it.

"You are Luzhu, so who am I?"

As soon as he asked this, he felt that his head began to hurt again, and his body became frivolous. In the end, he only heard the girl shouting something, but he didn't hear what it was, and he fainted.

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The sun and the moon turned, and it was already ten years old, and he sat in his room, looking out the window at the rain.

The summer rain is always so urgent. It is not like the rain of early spring, ticking and ticking, full of vitality; It's not like the rain after autumn, so poetic; It's not like the snow in winter, it dances softly in the air and then falls faintly. The summer rain, rattling, is always so urgent, full of passion and vitality. The rain was mixed with a breeze, blowing on his face, and his spirit was much better.

In these ten days, the girl who called the green bamboo had to lead him out of the courtyard at his request. This walk, a whole day, his heart became more and more calm. When he finally returned to the courtyard, he had accepted that this was no longer the world he remembered. After his return, he lived quietly in this courtyard, and only talked to the girl every day, and knew more things.

Now he is called Wei Jue, and he has not been crowned, so he has not yet taken the word, he is a concubine of the Zhongwei Mansion in this Gusu City. His father's name was Wei Chengmou, Sima from Suzhou, and his mother was said to have died due to childbirth. As a result, he has no status in this Wei Mansion.

In this courtyard, in addition to him and the green bamboo, there is also an old woman named Aunt Mei. That Aunt Mei is his nurse, but according to Luzhu, she is a mute, and rarely enters this courtyard, just doing some cooking and laundry work outside.

The Wei family's ancestral home is Luoyang, which was originally a big family, but moved south here because of the war. After a few generations, the people gradually prospered, but finally lost the prosperity of the past. His father, Wei Chengmou, seems to have poor official luck, and when he is nearly fifty years old, he is only a magistrate from the fifth rank. And Wei Chengmou's wife is from the Cui family, which is a stronger family than the Wei family, so this Wei Chengmou is inevitably a little afraid of guilt.

The Cui family has two sons, named Wei Qing and Wei Xi, who are Wei Jue's eldest sons, and everything in this Wei Mansion will belong to these two in the future. And a concubine like Wei Jue, after being crowned, has to fend for himself.

Perhaps because of this, his father and grandmother never visited him during the days when he was injured, but this saved him a lot of trouble.

As for where the wound on his head came from, he couldn't remember, but Luzhu heard some words. It seems that in the academy, he had an argument with the other students, and the young man started to do it when his blood was up, and in the end he ended up like this.

In this regard, he is noncommittal, and it makes sense to say so, but he feels that there is less empirical evidence.

Gusu is a name handed down from the Yu era, and has been used until the Sui Dynasty, and then changed its name to Suzhou. But now although this city is also called Gusu, but today's dynasty is not any of his memory, to sum it up in one sentence, that is: Tang is not Tang, Song is not Song, the surname Chai is the country, and there are many gate valves.

Today's emperor's name is Chai Zhe, the country name is Da Zhou, and the year name is Tianyou, which is the fourteenth year of Tianyou. This is an economically developed dynasty, especially in the south of the Yangtze River, although the north has been repeatedly troubled, but there has been no major incursion, as if it is a peaceful and prosperous era.

He didn't have an answer to how to explain all this, thinking that maybe it was a parallel world, or something else he couldn't think of, but in short, many things here were very different from what he remembered.

The summer rain came and went quickly, and it didn't take long for the rain to stop, and the sun shone through. At this time, flowers and grasses always grow well, which attracts many butterflies. They fluttered around the courtyard, adding a bit of color.

A colorful butterfly floated in through the window and landed on a flower pot by the windowsill. This is a plate of lilac bellflowers, which are placed here by green bamboo, and the butterflies stand on the pentagonal bellflower flowers, flapping their wings from time to time.

As soon as Wei Jie's hand reached out, he pinched the butterfly's wings, and the butterfly struggled to break free, but this effort was in vain.

Looking at this butterfly, his heart fluttered.

He was originally a lecturer in a university, so he naturally knew the story of Zhuang Zhou Mengdie. Now he is like Zhuang Zhou, who turned into a butterfly, but the butterfly that Zhuang Zhou turned into can still fly freely, but what he turned into is like the one in his palm.

With a sigh, he let go of his hand, and the butterfly flapped its wings again and flew out of the window and into the outside world.