Liu Jun woke up slowly.

A voice called out in the darkness, soft, unfamiliar. He reached for the bedside lamp, touched it a few times but found nothing, and he reached for the phone on the bedside table, but it was empty.

"Second Master Jun, are you awake, do you want to drink tea?" The soft voice was a little clearer, and then after a loud sound, the room brightened.

Liu Jun squinted his eyes and looked around, and the first thing that caught his eye was a bedroom full of Ming and Qing dynasty styles, with a door and a frame bed. Next to the bed there is a bamboo basket for clothes and a high basin rack, a towel rests on the top of the shelf, and there is a floor-to-ceiling hanger and a large coat box on a low cabinet.

On the side of the bed stood against the wall a four-piece cupboard, one with several cases, and a high-backed Nanguan hat chair on each side. There is a square table nearby, on which is a set of tea sets, and several stools are scattered randomly around the table.

There are not many furniture in the room, but a few pieces of furniture make the bedroom seem a little sparse and open, and it reflects a simple atmosphere, dignified and stable temperament.

"Where the hell am I?"

Liu Jun was very surprised that when he saw those furniture, their names would automatically pop up in his mind, what kind of shelves with doors, shelves, beds, high basin shelves, four-piece cabinets, official hats and chairs, he knew that he should never know about these. He may have seen these antique furniture in TV and movies, but he couldn't even know the names of these furniture so clearly.

"Second Master Jun, of course you are at home." This time the voice was clear, and it really sounded in his ears.

Liu Jun turned his head, only to suddenly find that he hadn't noticed that there was another person in the room just now, a pretty but a little green, a very slender body and even obviously not much growth, combed with a double bun, wearing a blue gown, clear eyebrows and cherry mouth, no natural appearance of makeup.

She was standing on the edge of the bed, which was surrounded by a picture screen and topped with a canopy like a room within a room, and Liu Jun didn't notice her just now.

Seeing such a pure and beautiful little girl, Liu Jun became more and more confused, where is this?

"You are?" Looking at her, Liu Jun was extremely unfamiliar.

"Second Master Jun was really drunk yesterday, why can't I even remember, it's not me Ah Bao or which one, there will be no one else who is here to serve you all night." The little girl's voice was soft and soft, but her mouth was very sharp, "Do you want to drink tea, I'll pour it for you." ”

Liu Jun nodded to her, and then scanned the bedroom again with sleepy eyes, an oil lamp was shining in the room, and it was dark outside, and it seemed that it was not yet dawn in the middle of the night. Is this a dream?

His second monk was puzzled, how could he wake up in a bedroom full of Ming Dynasty furniture, and there was a young girl with sharp teeth and eyebrows, beautiful eyes and pure loveliness?

At this moment, his eyes converged on a somewhat crumpled piece of paper on the flat head of the bed. There is a portrait of a long, thin man in his thirties wearing an old white pointed felt hat, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, sideburns, and a green sheepskin robe covered by iron armor, with a bow on his back and a sword hanging from his waist.

Under this very good picture, there is also a poem: This is a traitor in Gucheng, and now the dog is dying. Xing'an and Pingli went in all directions, and the heavenly soldiers caught up. Flee to change your name and surname, and escape to hide in the dark night. The soldiers and civilians were tied up to surrender, and the jade belt brocade clothes were rewarded. There is also a larger line of words below, "Those who can capture Zhang Xianzhong will be rewarded with ten thousand gold, and the marquis of Juetong." ”

Liu Jun's brows furrowed, Zhang Xianzhong?

As soon as he said the name, a long list of memories immediately came to his mind.

Zhang Xianzhong, the leader of the peasant uprising in the late Ming Dynasty, once established the Daxi regime. and Li Zicheng is equally famous. Later, the Qing army went south, and Zhang Xianzhong led his troops to resist the battle, and was defeated and died. It is said that he is a native of Shaanxi, and Li Zicheng is still a fellow villager, he studied when he was young, and he was a fast catcher, and he was dismissed because of the incident, so he joined the army. He was removed from the list for breaking the law, and later became the leader of the peasant army. ”

"it!" Liu Jun couldn't help but whisper. Zhang Xianzhong, a heroic figure on the same level as King Li Zicheng in the late Ming Dynasty, how could this wanted warrant in his hand turn out to be wanted by Zhang Xianzhong, he must be dreaming, everything is too weird, and it is difficult to explain, this strange bedroom, strange girl, and this inexplicable Zhang Xianzhong bounty notice.

Liu Jun reached out to take the crumpled piece of paper, and then was stunned again, that hand was a little abnormal.

The hand was outstretched, and the wide sleeve slipped down the elbow, revealing the muscular arm. It's obviously not his own hand, and his own arm is also very strong, but it is very white, but what is the matter with this arm now, the arm is thick and dark. When I pinched it, the pinched part of my arm was red, and the pain came back from there, and it hurt.

Liu Jun was really confused, something was very wrong.

"Second Master Jun, the tea is ready." Po's voice rang out on the side again.

"Let it go, I don't want to drink it right now." Liu Jun said.

"You can't sleep, just entertain me, right? I didn't toss people back and forth like this, I wanted to drink it for a while, and I didn't want to drink it when I got it. Ah Bao pursed his mouth, without the slightest consciousness of lowering his voice, and said without scruples in front of Liu Jun, "You are really a master." ”

"Bao, do you know this Zhang Xianzhong?" Liu Jun raised the bounty notice in his hand.

Po pursed his lips and glanced at him with some disdain.

"'Eight Kings' Zhang Xianzhong doesn't know which one, it is said that he read when he was young, and he did a quick catch in Yan'an Mansion, and he was dismissed from his post because of something, so he joined the army, and he was beheaded for violating military regulations.

Later, the rebel called himself the Eight Kings, and the thieves called it the Yellow Tiger, and the traitors were the strongest of the thirty-six battalions when the king used himself as the leader of the rebel alliance, and later when the thief Gao Yingxiang was the leader of the traitor alliance, he was one of the thirteen families of the high thief.

Four years ago, he led his troops into Fengyang, cut down hundreds of thousands of pines and cypresses in the imperial mausoleum, and demolished the Longxing Temple where Taizu became a monk, and then dug up the emperor's ancestral tomb and killed all the rich households in Fengyang.

At the beginning of the month, Zhang Thief, who had been recruited by the imperial court, killed officials and rebelled in Gucheng, and the imperial court has sent Premier Xiong and Yang Inspector to transfer troops to encircle and suppress, the one in your hand is the notice of the imperial court to reward Zhang Thief, if you can kill Zhang Thief, you can get a reward of 10,000 taels of gold, Jue Tonghou. ”

Listening to Ah Bao's long words, Zhang Jun simply admired the five-body throw, Ah Bao looks like he is thirteen or fourteen years old, and he is estimated to be a junior high school student, how can he be so good. No, there are some things that are wrong, Ah Bao just seemed to say that at the beginning of the month, Zhang Xianzhong killed the official and rebelled again. And Zhang Xianzhong was the leader of the thieves in the last years of the Ming Dynasty, so now?

"Po, what year is it?"

"Ji Mao, a rabbit."

"What era?" In response to Bao's suspicious gaze, Zhang Jun asked again, Ji Mao, the ghost knows what year it is, the year of the sexagenary branch, and it will be repeated once in sixty years.

"Since Second Master Jun is still drunk, let's lie down again, don't take Ah Bao for fun." Ah Bao seemed to be a little unhappy, she seemed to think that this question was deliberately making fun of her, could it be that Young Master Jun thought she was so stupid that she didn't even remember what year it was?

"You certainly don't remember." Yi Feng saw that it was not good, so he took a detour, and sure enough, Ah Bao snorted, and raised his little head, "It is May of the twelfth year of Chongzhen, and the Ming Dynasty has enjoyed the country for two hundred and seventy-one years since Taizu founded the country, young master, did you say that Ah Bao was right?" ”

Liu Jun tried his best to keep his tone calm, "Ah Bao is so smart, hey, I'm a little sleepy again, will it be okay for you to let me lie alone." ”

"Well, I'll be waiting outside, and if there's something to do, call me." Ah Bao nodded, helped Liu Jun lie down, and carefully covered him with the quilt, then turned around and picked up the oil lamp and walked out of the bedroom.

After Ah Bao left, Liu Jun sat up, picked up the bounty notice again, and frowned at the portrait of Zhang Xianzhong, the bearded anti-thief leader above.

He had basically confirmed that it was not a prank, it was not a dream, and although it was stranger than a dream, his sanity was telling him that it was all real. This is no longer the world I am familiar with, but the twelfth year of Chongzhen, the last year of the Ming Dynasty.

God, what's this kidding?

"Twelve years of Chongzhen!" Liu Jun shook his head and muttered bitterly to himself, "More than three hundred years ago? ”

"it!" He couldn't help but curse in a low voice, and when he thought of Chongzhen's twelve years, many memories suddenly surged in his mind.

"Chongzhen 12 years, 1639 AD, this year is five years from the fall of the Ming Dynasty, five years later, the Ming Dynasty Chongzhen 17 years, Li Zicheng invaded Beijing, Chongzhen Emperor Coal Mountain hanged himself, the last Central Plains Dynasty established by the Han people in Chinese history perished, a total of 12, 16 emperors, 276 years of Guozuo"

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