He opened his eyes a little weakly, but Peng Yue was startled by the scene in front of him: what greeted him was an ink-colored curtain, swaying slightly with the wind outside. The bed under the pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info is a little hard, but the bed is relatively large.

A slightly green little girl beside the bed was secretly wiping her tears, and from time to time there was a burst of sobbing.

An old man with a white beard with a medicine box on his back at the door shook his head, glanced at Peng Yue lying on the couch a little helplessly, and sighed deeply: "Little girl, I can't do anything about it, this... I'm afraid it's time to prepare for the future. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, Brother Yun... It's going to be fine! The little girl stubbornly shouted at the old man at the door, turned her head and wiped away her tears.

"Which hospital is this?" The question in Peng Yue's heart became even heavier. I wanted to move my body, but I was half painful and half numb.

Peng Yue remembered the last scene in his memory: he was dragged by a professor from the Department of Archaeology to conduct a field investigation, but the old man was trembling, and he was so tired and out of breath as soon as he went up the mountain, and he had to collect many things by himself.

Peng Yue was still a little reluctant at that time: This is the Department of Archaeology, it is clearly picking up the rags, how can there be a Department of Archaeology who runs up the mountain every day to do this...

Of course, complaining is complaining, the work still has to be done, and the coolies still have to be done. After all, the old professor is old, so he naturally has to do these things by himself, and doesn't this just show that the old professor values himself? Peng Yue was comforting himself like this, and at the same time absentmindedly doing the work in his hands.

"Ahh

"Peng Yue..."The last scene in my memory was that the old professor stood up at a speed that he couldn't usually see, and rushed towards him in a hurry, but the trembling hand with age spots still failed to touch Peng Yue.

And the screams of myself in my memory and the rapidly changing scenery around me became my last memory.

"I'm still alive..."Peng Yue opened his mouth to laugh, but he couldn't make a sound, "I'm really in a big disaster, I will have a blessing in the future..."Peng Yue thought in his heart.

"Ahh This time it was not Peng Yue, but the little girl next to him.

"Dr. Li, poetry... Shiyun wakes up! The little girl covered her mouth with her hand and took two steps back in disbelief.

"What is this?" Peng Yue's mind suddenly became a little chaotic, and the scene in front of him became more and more blurry in front of him.

"Brother Yun..."When Peng Yue woke up again, only himself and the busy little girl were left in the room.

"Where's Professor Wang?" Peng Yue wanted to ask this question, but he couldn't speak, he still remembered the professor of the archaeology department who wanted to save him.

"You're not going to be a mute, are you?" Peng Yue's heart suddenly became frightened.

"Brother Yun..."The little girl looked at Peng Yue's dull eyes, and was so frightened that she hurriedly shook her little hand in front of Peng Yue's eyes.

"Ahh My head hurts! Peng Yue finally shouted, but at this time he didn't have time to rejoice that he could speak again, because he could now say that he had a splitting headache.

"Brother Yun, what's wrong with you?" The little girl shouted anxiously beside her.

"Dr. Li... Dr. Li... Come on..."The little girl was crying next to her again, wanting to go out to find someone, but looking at Peng Yue, who was rolling on the bed with a headache, she couldn't move her legs, and stood there crying at a loss.

At this time, a stream of memories suddenly poured into Peng Yue's mind: he was originally a scholar of this family, named Shiyun. When he went out to play with the young master, the young master was naughty and accidentally fell to his feet, and in order to save the young master, he accidentally fell off the cliff... It turned out that I had crossed over!

Peng Yue's headache gradually lessened, and he slowly calmed down on the bed, just gasping for breath, his forehead covered with beads of sweat.

"Brother Yun, what the hell are you... What's wrong? The little girl looked at Peng Yue, who had quieted down, and moved to the side of the bed in small steps.

"Brother Yun?" Peng Yue suddenly felt that this title was so unfamiliar, but the memory that had been engraved in his mind clearly told him that he was now a scholar named Shiyun, and he had indeed crossed over! This kind of thing that can only happen in novels and TV series really happened to me!

"Well, am I miserable or lucky?" Peng Yue sighed helplessly.

"Brother Yun, are you really okay?" The little girl saw Peng Yue muttering to herself there, looking a little unusual, and couldn't help but worry.

"I'm fine," Peng Yue said weakly, "You... You are..."

"I... I'm Ziling! When the little girl saw Peng Yue like this, she was shocked, "Didn't you lose your memory?" ”

"Of course I remember, how could I forget Sister Ling'er..."Peng Yue barely squeezed out a smile, but he was worried in his heart: although he knew that he had crossed over, although he had some memories of this life, it was incomplete, like fragments. For example, the little girl in front of me now, I don't know what her identity is. On the contrary, I remember the memories of my past life clearly, every person, every thing, every history book I have read, every history lesson I have taken...

Hearing Peng Yue say this, the little girl blushed and pouted slightly: "I didn't fall in vain, and I learned to say witty things." ”

"Sister Ling'er, I think... Drink some water, eat something..."Peng Yue found a reason to get the little girl named Ziling out, he really wanted to be quiet now and sort out all these things.

"That's... Okay... Wait a minute..."The little girl smiled sweetly at Peng Yue, then turned around and went out, but there were still some tears in her eyes.

Peng Yue got this empty space and looked at the room carefully. Next to the couch is the window, exquisite carving, rare wood. Outside the window, there is a beautiful scene, although it is not very clear, but the rockery, the pool is still faintly visible, and from time to time there are servant manservants hurriedly walking by. Under the window is a large desk, simple and elegant, and tidy. There are many porcelain ornaments on the table by the window, with different styles, but they are placed in a patchwork manner. Looking elsewhere, there are some calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, and Peng Yue doesn't know how to appreciate them, but he thinks they are very good-looking. The huge room is not empty, but the various decorations are neat.

"It seems to be a rich family, but it's a pity that I'm just a scholar." Peng Yue smiled helplessly.

"But who is that little girl, her sister? No, how can a scholar still bring a sister to someone's house? Who is all the people here? I must find a way to figure it out quickly..."Peng Yue's mind spun and thought quickly.

At this time, the little girl also came over with some food, and her slightly tired face had a hint of satisfaction and comfort: "Brother Yun, you can be regarded as awake, and when you come back, you are covered with injuries and unconscious." It really scared the hell out of me. That old man Li is still scaring people, saying something... It's okay now. He smiled sweetly.

Peng Yue looked at the little girl in front of her, she was clearly thirteen or fourteen years old, her slightly round face was smooth and smooth, and the looming baby fat made her very cute. Her eyes were dark, her cheeks were flushed, and there was a youthful and lively atmosphere around her, and I saw her pursing her lips and squinting at herself with a smile, and her two obvious dimples made her even more charming.

"Come, drink some soup first..."Ziling took the spoon and blew lightly as it was sent to Peng Yue's mouth.

"Ah, I'll do it myself." Let such a little girl who is younger than himself serve him, Peng Yue really can't help it.

"You're badly wounded, no!" Ziling pouted and snatched the soup bowl over, "Come on... Open your mouth..."

"This is the soup specially cooked by the kitchen for the young master, I will serve you a bowl..."Ziling looked out the window and whispered: "You saved the young master this time, but you have made a great contribution, the master specially ordered to clean up this room in the mansion to take care of you, and also invited Dr. Li, who has the best medical skills in the capital, to treat you..."

"So, I'm still lucky?" Peng Yue smiled a little helplessly, he didn't expect that although he had survived, he had traveled back to ancient times and was in such an embarrassing position as a scholar.

"Of course I'm lucky! With such a serious injury, I thought..."The little girl next to the bed laughed stupidly, with tears on her face, and looked very funny.

"Then the one just now... What about Dr. Lee? Peng Yue finally remembered the old man's surname.

"Doctor Li..."Ziling squirmed, as if she was embarrassed to say, "Doctor Li has gone to take care of the young master, although the young master's injury is not a big deal, but..."

"Ahh It doesn't matter, the young master's injury matters..."Peng Yue said with a wry smile, he already understood his status, after all, he was just a scholar. For example, finding a famous doctor to see yourself and find a good room for yourself is no longer in line with your perception of ancient scholars, maybe your treatment in this house is quite good.

"Sister Ling'er, I did fall hard, but I can't remember some things in this house, and I bother you to tell me about it." Peng Yue knew that there was no way to go on like this, and he had to find out all these things clearly, so that he could survive here smoothly.

"Then you won't even forget Young Master Yang Jisi, right?" Ziling smiled, but it made Peng Yue feel very embarrassed.

"How come, hehe..."Peng Yue smiled embarrassedly, and he understood the necessity of finding out what was going on in the house.

"Actually, don't blame the young master, after all, we've all grown up, actually... Actually, the young master usually takes good care of us..."Ziling's tone was also a little helpless, and by the way, he continued the conversation and told himself about the things in the house.

Only then did Peng Yue know that he and Ziling had been bought by this mansion since childhood, one was a scholar and the other was a maid. However, because he grew up with the young master Yang Jisi, he has a very strong relationship. And the young master Yang Jisi is also because the old man in the house has no children under his knees, and he has passed the younger generation from the family, so he named "Jisi" to fit the meaning of the heir.

"Don't worry, I'll stay here and take care of you these days..."Ziling stuck out her tongue mischievously at Peng Yue, "This is what the master ordered, and the master said that I will just take care of you in the next few days." ”

"Then I'll thank Sister Ling'er..."Peng Yue looked at Ziling with a smile, and the indescribable warmth in his heart. After all, this is the first person she has just come into contact with in this world, and she is so considerate and caring for herself, so that she deeply understands the warmth that a home should have.

"Brother Yun, you take a break here first, I'll boil medicine for you..." Ziling smiled and tucked the quilt for Peng Yue, then turned around and went out.

In the past few days of recuperation, Ziling and Peng Yue have said a lot of things in this house, what Wang Ma Zhang San, the parents are short, and they are very detailed, lest they fall behind.

"I know this, how can I forget, haha..." Peng Yue always used similar excuses to alleviate his embarrassment, I don't know if Ziling is sensible or naïve, and he doesn't care if he's stupid.

"Ziling..."A big mystery lingered in Peng Yue's heart, but he didn't know how to speak.

"I've heard other people say that our lord has been promoted recently, I don't know if it's true?" Peng Yue sweated for his not-so-successful temptation.

I saw Ziling couldn't help laughing: "Our lord is the first assistant of the cabinet, what else can I do?" ”

"Look at my memory, I forgot when the master advanced." Peng Yue suppressed the surprise in his heart and pretended to be calm.

"Of course it's been six years since Jiajing, this was two years ago, and you were the happiest when the house celebrated." Ziling's tone seemed to be a little resentful.

"Ah, you mean it's the eighth year of Jiajing, and our master is Yang Yiqing!" Peng Yue couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart anymore, and shouted out a little loudly.

"Shhh I saw that since you came back this time, it has been a little abnormal, and people have ignored you! "Say it. Ziling raised her eyebrows, pursed her small mouth, and turned around to leave.

"Sister Ling'er, I was wrong, I didn't mean it." Peng Yue was about to get up, and then let out a sighing sound.

"Oh, didn't you tell you not to move if you were so careless?" The tone was half angry, half worried.

"Didn't I see that you were angry?" Peng Yue pretended to be pitiful and innocent, and said secretly in his heart: "This trick is the most effective way to deal with a little girl." "But I knew in my heart that my injury was half healed, and there was no problem with normal activities at all.

"The medicine should be fried, I'll hurry up and serve it, you can rest here." Ziling looked back at Peng Yue who was lying on the bed with concern, and only after confirming that he was okay did he go out with confidence.

"Eight years of Jiajing... Eight years of Jiajing..."Peng Yue, who was familiar with the early history of Jiajing, quickly recalled what happened in the eighth year of Jiajing, and gradually, an ominous premonition came to his heart.

"Not good! Yang Yiqing is going to suffer! Peng Yue finally clearly recalled all the events of Jiajing's eight years, he remembered that this was the time when Zhang Xuan and Yang Yiqing fought the most, and... Yang Yiqing was defeated...

Notes: 1. Yang Yiqing did not have any heirs in history, but there was no character of Yang Jisi, an adopted son, which was created by me for the sake of writing, I hope readers will not blame him.