Song Yunxiu saw that he replied shyly, and only then did she realize that in this ancient world, where even a woman's feet could not be seen by others, her words and deeds just now seemed to be a little out of line.

Song Yunxiu's eyes were filled with chagrin, and while turning around, he said to him, "I'll help you urge the imperial doctor." ”

She had long lost these shames because she was infected and treated, but she forgot that this is not the modern era, and there is no concept that in the eyes of doctors, patients are just a piece of meat.

Fortunately, at this time, the long-overdue imperial doctors finally arrived.

Song Yunxiu hid out and stood outside the door, looking at the high-walled compound with a strong ancient atmosphere, and finally had a sense of realism about his true soul in ancient times.

"Little ...... Princess. A girl dressed in a festive dress and a bun walked cautiously to her side.

Song Yunxiu turned her head, and after recognizing that this was the dowry maid Sizhu given to her by the Song family, she couldn't help but say softly: "In the future, we will live in this regent palace, I have something I want to ask you now, I hope you tell me truthfully." ”

Sizhu saluted: "Yes." ”

"What's the year now? Who is the Emperor? What is the age? ”

"In the year 324 of the Great Zhou, the national surname is Zhou, and today it is thirteen."

"Who is the First Emperor?"

"Nickname, Dongyang."

Song Yunxiu pondered, Da Zhou, the emperor's surname was Zhou, thirteen years old, the first emperor's name was Dongyang......

These are completely inconsistent with the histories she knows, is it a parallel time and space?

Yes, the wheel of history of her world has been rolling forward for thousands of years, and even if she crosses, she should not wear it until the events of time have been frozen.

If it's a parallel time and space, everything is explained.

"Princess, what's wrong with you?" Sizhu looked at Song Yunxiu suspiciously, the more she looked at it, the more she felt that the young lady in front of her was unfamiliar, coupled with the questions she asked just now, Sizhu thought of the lonely ghosts in the script, and thought that she had obviously touched the young lady a month ago, but when she led the old lady over, the young lady quietly regained her vitality, could it be ......

Song Yunxiu saw that Sizhu's face was pale, and her eyes were still full of vigilance and scrutiny, she instantly understood that she might have guessed the truth of the matter, and Song Yunxiu just wanted to say something, when she saw a strange little guy sneakily running in front of her, and the archer saluted: "Princess, the punished imperial physician entourage asked me to bring you a message, saying that you are both from modern times and should take care of each other." ”

"Ho-"

Sizhu widened his eyes and gasped, took a few steps back in horror, turned around and ran directly.

Song Yunxiu: "......"

Song Yunxiu turned her head to look at the little girl, and said with a faint expression: "I don't know what she's talking about, I only know that if the prince knows that you are sending a message for others without authorization, you should be blamed." ”

The little girl's face changed greatly, and before he had time to kneel down and cry, he saw that the door closed behind Song Yunxiu was opened, and Mo Feng came out of it and said to Song Yunxiu with a respectful expression: "Princess, the prince, please come in." ”

Song Yunxiu turned around, crossed Mo Feng, and walked into the house.

Mo Feng looked at the little guy with a pale face and a trembling body, and before he could make a sound, he directly covered his mouth and dragged him out.

The other side.

Sizhu trembled and returned to the room prepared for her by the Regent's Mansion, hurriedly packed up a few clothes and valuable items that Song Yunxiu had rewarded her before, and was about to flee the Regent's Mansion with a burden.

But as soon as she opened the door, she saw Mo Feng wearing a blood-stained power suit, standing at her door expressionlessly.

"Smack-"

The burden in Sizhu's hand fell to the ground, and before he could shout "help", his pupils dilated and he fell to the ground and lost his breath.