In the east palace on the east side of the imperial palace in Beiping City, the imperial capital, the dim oil lamp was spitting light, and a young man with a blue face was lying on a simple bed in the corner.

The boy looked fifteen or sixteen years old, his eyes were closed at the moment, his thick eyebrows were sometimes stretched and sometimes furrowed, and his lips were blue and purple. In his abdomen, under the torn robe, a black blood hole was dripping out thick black blood.

On the side of the bed, an old man in a red brocade robe was sweating profusely to check the pulse of the young man on the bed, and if you looked closely, you could find that his fingers were trembling slightly.

Behind the old man, there stood a young man in a blue cloth robe, this young man was only twelve or thirteen years old, his face was childish, he was pacing back and forth with an anxious face, and from time to time, the young man would look at the bed.

After a long time, the old man in the red brocade robe took a deep breath, removed the fingers on the wrist of the young man on the bed, turned around and knelt on the ground with a puff.

"Imperial Doctor Liu, what are you doing here? Lone is for you to save people, not for you to kneel for Lonely. The young man in Tsing Yi's face turned pale, and his voice trembled and scolded.

The old man on the ground shook his body: "Your Highness forgives your sins, this son is poisoned into the bone marrow, and the old minister can't do anything." ”

The young man in Tsing Yi's face became hideous, and grabbed the old man's shirt: "Lonely, if you can't save him, Lone wants your life!" ”

The old man became panicked, and was asking for mercy, when he caught a cold glimpse of the killing intent in the eyes of the young man in Tsing Yi, he said ruthlessly: "The old minister has a strategy, I don't know if His Highness dares to do it!" ”

The young man in Tsing Yi was overjoyed when he heard this: "Come on!" ”

The red-robed old man took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, and poured out a red pill from the porcelain bottle: "This pill is refined by the first master, and there has been a jiazi so far, and the old minister does not dare to guarantee that this pill can save his life." ”

"What nonsense, don't give up if you have a glimmer of hope, it's a big deal, Lone let your whole family bury him with you!" The slightly improved face of the young man in Tsing Yi turned iron blue again, and he stared at his eyes and gritted his teeth.

In desperation, the red-robed old man had no choice but to dissolve the elixir and forcibly pour it into the mouth of the young man on the bed.

Waiting is the most painful process. The young man in Tsing Yi waited as he struck the solid wall with his fist, and before he knew it, his fist was already full of blood.

At this moment, the young man on the bed suddenly turned over and vomited, and the eunuch Gong'e who was waiting next to him hurriedly used a silver basin to pick up the filth he vomited.

The young man in Tsing Yi ignored the injured Shang, and pushed the two eunuchs away: "What to pick up, let him vomit." ”

The things spit out by the boy on the bed were blue-black, and a foul smell escaped with the appearance of those filths in the room, and several little eunuchs endured the stench and kept patting the back of the boy on the bed.

The red-robed old man secretly wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and was about to let go of his hanging heart, but he saw the young man on the bed suddenly spurt out a mouthful of black blood, staring at him with a pair of big eyes like copper bells.

The young man in Tsing Yi rushed to the side of the bed with an arrow step, and grabbed the arms of the young man on the bed with both hands: "Huzi, you can be regarded as awake." ”

The boy in bed looked at the young man in Tsing Yi like a monster, and then shouted: "his grandmother, it hurts." ”

Before he could finish speaking, he fainted.

Streams of memories poured into Zhang Ru's thoughts in his sleep, and those memories forcibly tore apart his original memories and then merged with them.

I don't know how long it took, but the complicated memory fusion finally ended, and when I opened my eyes, I was greeted by an antique situation. Surprised, those fused memories naturally appeared in his mind, and he realized that he had crossed over.

The owner of this body is the same as his own name, also called Zhang Ru, the only difference is that he is a good young man from the 21st century, and the owner of this body is the iron buddy of Zhu Youzhang, the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty.

Yes, the twelve or thirteen-year-old boy he saw when he opened his eyes was the famous Ming Xiaozong Zhu Youzhu in history.

A literary and artistic young man who drank a little wine a moment ago, at this moment he has become the life and death brother of the next emperor of the Ming Dynasty, which makes Zhang Ru somewhat unacceptable. He moved his neck with great effort, but woke up Zhu Youjiao, who was lying on the side of the bed.

The prince with a childish face grabbed Zhang Ru's hand tightly for the first time, and said with great concern after being surprised: "Huzi, you can be regarded as awake, but you scared me to death." ”

Zhang Ru only felt that his throat was dry and hoarse, and the original memory of the owner of this body needed a digestion process, so after he said the word water, he stopped talking.

Pity the prince of Daming, who was only twelve or thirteen years old in front of him, poured water for him in a hurry, and then fed him carefully a little bit to drink. This behavior is very normal in Zhang Ru's opinion, whether it is himself or in his memory, it is a matter of course. It scared the little eunuchs around him a lot, you must know that the prince of a country who pours tea and water is a great Ming, but I am afraid that only the old queen mother of Renshou Palace and His Majesty today, plus the young master in front of him who can't be provoked.

After drinking the water, Zhang Ru's spirit was slightly better, he closed his eyes and thought slowly, he remembered that he was just hit by a car, who would have thought that he did not die but came to the Ming Dynasty hundreds of years ago.

His first reaction was: I actually crossed over? How do I get back?

In his previous life, he had watched a lot of time-traveling dramas, and it seemed that there were few who could go back after crossing, and he couldn't help but beat a drum in his heart: Do I really want to continue my life in this era?

There was a sudden stinging pain in the brain, which seemed to be the stinging pain brought by the residual memory of the original owner of this body, and in an instant, there were only six big words in the whole mind: If it comes, it will be safe!

When Zhang Ru wanted to find clues from that memory, he couldn't find any traces.

He lay on the bed, slowly sorting out the memories in his head.

From memory, I know that the dynasty he is in now is the Ming Dynasty, and it is the thirteenth year of the Chenghua of the Ming Dynasty, and the crown prince Zhu Youzhu is still a thirteen-year-old child. Even he himself was only a fifteen-year-old boy.

Because his mother is Zhu Youzhang's nursing mother, and his parents died to protect Zhu Youzhu and his mother Ji, and the original owner of this body sacrificed his life to save him many times, the prince Zhu Youzhu was closer to him than his own brother.

This poisoning was instructed by Wan Zhen'er, the concubine who lost her son in her early years, personally planned by Wang Zhi, the governor of the West Factory, and caused by the action of the master of the West Factory.

Its purpose is to kill the crown prince Zhu Youzhang.

And the original owner of this body in order to save the prince Zhu Youjiao, blocked the flying poison cold arrows, by mistake, it happened that he, a poor man with the same name and surname as this body, was hit by a car in the 21st century because of lovelornness, and then, he occupied this body inexplicably.

Thinking of the girl who ruthlessly left her six-year relationship behind for money, Zhang Ru couldn't help but feel angry. After six years of relationship, just when she worked hard to save the money to buy a house, she sat in the back seat of the BMW and threw him a hateful look.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he couldn't help but punch out, slamming the bed.

Zhu Youjiao, who was taking a nap on the recliner not far away, was awakened, and suddenly lifted the thin quilt and ran to the bed, his face anxious: "Huzi, but what is the discomfort in your body?" ”

The eyes of the young man in front of him were so sincere, which was rare in the royal family.

He sighed and said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay, Your Highness don't worry." ”

"Are you alright?" Zhu Youzhu was still a little uneasy, one time he touched Zhang Ru's forehead with his hand, and the other time he seemed to take his pulse.

Zhang Ru moved his wrist with difficulty, and said with a forced smile: "Your Highness, don't worry, Zhang Ru is really fine." Since last night, His Highness has only slept for a short time, so let's go and rest! ”

Although Zhang Ru spoke according to the tone in his memory, Zhu Youzhu still heard the difference, his thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his hand held his chin and thought for a while, and then asked suspiciously: "Huzi, what's wrong with you?" How do I feel that something is wrong with you? ”

Zhang Ru whispered: "It's nothing, it's just that after walking on the road of the underworld, King Yama said that I still have something to do, and my life should not be broken, so let me come back again." I have died once, and many things have been figured out, and if you come, you will be safe, Your Highness is not in good health, so let's rest early! Don't let Zhang Ru's hard work come to naught, when the time comes, Zhang Ru will die, and he won't be able to give an explanation to his aunt and parents under Jiuquan. ”

Zhu Youzhu nodded after hearing this, and glanced at Zhang Ru several times uneasily, and then slowly walked to the recliner and lay down again.

Zhang Ru sighed in his heart: Could it be that I really want to stay in this Ming Dynasty? It's easy to say, but it's easier said than done!

Having never believed in fate, he couldn't help but have a feeling that everything was arranged by God, otherwise with his limited knowledge, it would be difficult to explain what all this was all about.

The pain and exhaustion of his body made him fall into a dream again in his thoughts, in which the girl in white clothes and holding a scroll was still quietly reading a book on the Bund of the Demon Capital, while he himself became a passerby.

All of them were swallowed up by Jin Ge's iron horse in an instant, and the sound of arrows breaking through the air vibrated in the ears, and the black-clothed Xichang Fanzi was like a wolf and a tiger, with swords and swords, and flesh and blood flying.

When he woke up in his dream, it was already noon, Zhu Youzhu was sucking the thick chestnut gruel, and looked at the bed from time to time.

As soon as Zhang Ru opened his eyes, he was the first to find that he took a bowl of chestnut porridge with a moderate temperature from the little eunuch next to him and rushed to the bedside, and said impatiently: "Come, Huzi, eat something." ”

After hundreds of years of dreaming, Zhang Ru has figured out a lot of things, since he has come to this world, he is afraid that there is no other way than to survive in this era as the sentence in his memory.

Here, there is a crown prince who sees himself as a brother who has always cared about him, but in the twenty-first century, he is just an orphan, and he has nothing but her. Rather than go back to that era, it's better to live here.

Thinking of this, like an initiation, my thoughts became unimpeded, and the depressed mood I had just arrived in became much more relaxed.

The corners of his mouth hooked up to reveal an evil smile: "Da Ming, I'm here!" ”