The sun is three poles, and the scorching sun hangs high.

When Shaolan woke up, she felt that her hands and feet were soft, her mouth was dry, and she was dizzy.

Could it be a cold?

Thinking about Shaolan getting up, she was confused by what she saw.

Directly in front of it was an ancient window that had been pushed down, supported by a wooden stick.

The earthen walls are no longer smooth, the ravines are staggered, and it looks no younger than itself.

There was only one wooden chest, a low table, and a small bookshelf with a few bamboo slips on the shelf.

What's going on?

Shaolan was about to get up as soon as she lifted the quilt, and felt that the feeling was different, this quilt turned out to be a linen fabric, and it was filled with wool.

The bed underneath him was padded mainly with straw, which creaked when he moved.

I'm afraid it's not a dream.

Shaolan pinched her thigh, purple, very painful, and snorted in pain.

Squeak!

The door was pulled open, and a young man walked in.

Shaolan noticed not the youth, but the door.

It turned out to be a sliding door, and Shaolan immediately popped out of the island country in his mind.

"You're awake, that's great." The young man breathed a sigh of relief, but the joy in his eyes was quickly replaced by worry.

"Where is this?"

The young man was surprised, "I'm afraid you're not sleepy, this is your room." ”

"My room?"

The next moment, a severe headache came, and memories that didn't belong to me flooded up frantically.

The instantaneous pain exceeded the limit of patience, and Shaolan fainted on the bed.

The young man was startled, probed his snort, touched his neck, and was relieved to make sure he was still alive.

"Poor Xiaolan, alas!" The young man covered Shaolan with a quilt and left.

Shaolan, who was in a coma, was like a dream, experiencing the life of another little boy named Mu Lan from the first perspective.

The little boy's life was short, stopping at the age of eight.

His career is short, but his identity Shaolan is at least clear.

Mu Lan is not worth mentioning, but his father is not ordinary, his father's name is Mu Yi, the lord of Muyi, who inherited the position of the prince Hongye Baron ten years ago and managed Muyi.

Speaking of which, I have to mention the background, two hundred years ago, Qiuzi divided the eight hundred princes of the world.

The princes are divided into five classes: princes, uncles, and men.

This made Shaolan think of the Zhou Dynasty and the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

Shaolan was a little confused, could it be that she had crossed over? And it's still soul piercing?

Shaolan has no opinion on the identity of the crossing, but the era of the crossing makes Shaolan panic.

This era is too backward, and there is almost no guarantee of medical care, so I am afraid that I will not hit the street if I am not careful.

God, can you change the era?

Sighing, Shaolan stopped thinking nonsense, got up and walked out of the room.

Outside the room is the yard, the yard is not small, there are fifty or sixty square meters, except for the road that has been trampled for a long time, it is overgrown with weeds.

"Little boy, you're awake." A familiar and unfamiliar old voice rang out.

Shaolan turned around and saw an old man with a scar on his face and some abnormalities in his right hand.

Information about him immediately popped into Shaolan's mind.

Grandpa Wugou, a slave in the family, whose real name is Wugou, is a commoner with no surname, and also a savage (a person who lives in a wild village and is ruled).

The name of Grandpa Wugou originated from the fact that when he was born, his father's family dog gave birth to five puppies in one litter, and his father thought it was a good omen, so he named Wugou.

In a battle, Wugou saved Mu Lan's grandfather's life, for which he paid the price of broken appearance and the puncture of his right hand tendon.

His right hand was disabled and he could no longer farm, so Mu Lan's grandfather took him as a slave and stayed at home to help.

Don't look at him goosebumps and drooping old.

In fact, he was only 38 years old.

I'm afraid I'm not dreaming?

No one doubts him when he is seventy or eighty.

Do you want to be like this at the age of 38?

Shaolan shuddered.

The fear of a short life and the lack of medical care overwhelmed the overwhelm and panic that Shaolan had just crossed over.

Forty-one flowers for men, no, everything is to improve the standard of living and live well.

Shaolan swore secretly in her heart.

It's just that he never expected that the oath had just been issued, and he was facing the adjustment of the oath.

Grandpa Wugou stepped forward, "Little boy, the old slave knows that you are blessed by ghosts and gods, and nothing will happen, now you hurry up and clean up your salute." ”

"What are you packing for?"

Grandpa Wugou couldn't hide his sadness in his eyes, "Don't worry, little boy, I just fought for this old life, and I want to protect you." ”

！？？

Shaolan suddenly panicked, this is not right, is his life in danger.

"What the hell is going on?"

Grandpa Wugou shook his head, sighed, and did not explain to Shaolan.

Yes, Mu Lan is just an eight-year-old child, what's the point of telling him more.

Shaolan was a little anxious, although she was an eight-year-old doll body, she had the heart of a twenty-three-year-old single dog.

It's a pity that Grandpa Wugou is a superficial person who is easily deceived by appearances.

Shaolan really wanted to roar, can you not be so superficial, don't be confused by the dog things in the golden jade like an ignorant girl.

Look on the inside!

Psychological complaining was useless, and the continuous questioning was fruitless, Shaolan took a few deep breaths.

It seems that you need to pry open the other party's mouth first, so that you can know what kind of danger you are facing and resolve it.

Just stalking and assigning identities doesn't have the slightest effect, because at the moment he looks like an eight-year-old child.

I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm my mind, and my messy brain was looking for a new idea.

"Don't worry too much, little boy, I forgot to bring something I forgot to bring." Grandpa Wugou is leaving.

"Wait." Shaolan stopped Grandpa Wugou, and suddenly had an idea in his heart.

"Little boy, if there is nothing else to do, I'll go and get busy first."

After watching the five dogs, Grandpa was annoyed by being entangled.

"Grandpa Wugou, is the reason why you didn't tell me anything because I'm only eight years old?"

What is there to worry about with children, Grandpa Wugou is silent.

"Grandpa Wugou, why do you think my father is the upper doctor, the lord of Muyi, but you are not?"

It was a boring and discriminatory question, but Grandpa Wugou still answered truthfully, "Because you have noble blood in your body, and I am just a lowly savage." ”

"Yes, we are born different, I have noble blood flowing in my veins, and I am destined to be extraordinary.

So why do you think that eight-year-old me deserves to know what's going on at home and think that I'm not capable of solving the dilemma? Are you looking down on my bloodline? ”

"No, of course not." Grandpa Wugou was a little flustered, and his legs were a little soft, very soft.

If it weren't for the eight-year-old child, if it weren't for the absence of a third person, he would have knelt down and pleaded guilty.

"Then tell me what's going on?"

"Okay." Wugou was entangled for a moment, and said helplessly, "This matter is actually related to the head of the family......