Carved step bed, ink landscape bed tent, this ancient style...... Zhao Chengping slowly closed his eyes, but several questions flashed in his mind like lightning:

Where is this?

Why aren't there quest prompts?

What am I doing here?

I only remember that before entering the red aperture, there was no prompt the day before as in the past, and even the proprietress Liang Jingjing did not appear, if it weren't for the teleportation channel on the floor, he would almost think that he had made a mistake. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Except for the fact that I didn't know anything about the mission when I first entered Hoh Xili, I would inform you of what I was going to do in other spaces. Is it that the salary is not paid on time, so the space system administrator is passive and slacking off?

The complicated thoughts were interrupted by a soft and happy voice: "Third Young Master, you are awake." Master, madam, the young master is awake. ”

This time the identity looks pretty good, Zhao Chengping lay on the bed and breathed a sigh of relief, remembering that he was thrown directly into the basin just after passing through the last time, and the identity of the young master is still very pleasant.

"The mud really can't support the wall, and the idle spirit is so full on weekdays, saying that I want to do something for the family, and I hit my head before I go out, and I sleep until now, I don't know if it's real or pretended." Before the person arrived, the sound came first, and the shrill voice came to Zhao Chengping's ears from far away from outside the door.

Just listening to this voice, he knew that it was not a good stubble, Zhao Chengping only felt that his head hurt, and he closed his eyes weakly, it sounded like he had run into some big family, listening to the yin and yang weird tone, it must be the goods that he is usually used to being arrogant, but fortunately, he has been a party B who can bend and stretch for a few years, and he can still hold back his temper and probe the bottom first.

A series of small footsteps crossed the threshold from outside the door and came to the bedside: "I can't wake up yet, pretend to be a patient, Xinlan is still working with a big belly, he is so delicate......"

Wanting his wife to lie down for a while seemed to be an unattainable wish, Zhao Chengping sighed in his heart, and had to open his eyes again, in front of him was a woman in her thirties, wearing a crimson cheongsam, burning her chicken nest head, wearing flaming red lips, and her eyeliner was almost drawn to her temples.

Looking at this appearance, there are almost four big characters engraved on his forehead: "Enchanting and cheap". All the vicious female supporting characters in TV series are like this, hey, this person......

Hey...... This man......

Zhao Chengping, who was originally calm, suddenly bounced up from the bed and startled the woman: "What are you doing?" It's such an adult, and I'm still panicking......"

Zhao Chengping didn't pay attention to what she was talking about at all, just now, when he wanted to explore this woman's memory and see what she was about, he suddenly found that the historical records that he could see with just one thought in the past were not visible at all.

He instinctively raised his hand and touched it, and the meteorite pendant was still hanging around his neck, not moving at all, like an ordinary stone, or an ordinary, unsightly stone.

It's all here, you can't just pick a stone and quit because a stone doesn't work, but you have to give him a chance not to do it, if the task is not completed, he really doesn't know how to return to his own space.

The gauze was wrapped tightly around his head, and he raised his hand to touch the wound that was faintly painful, and from the woman's mouth he seemed to hear that he had hit his head while doing something.

"Where is this? Who am I? Zhao Chengping asked a special standard amnesiac person's first sentence after waking up, and sure enough, looking at the surrounding people's faces changed suddenly, the attendant Yahuan covered his mouth: "Third young master, third young master, he has amnesia." ”

The woman bent down, furrowed her brows, and glared at him: "How did you lose your memory so coincidentally, isn't it pretending?" Don't want to work? ”

Zhao Chengping looked at her, trying to see a trace of her former beauty from her heavy makeup face, persuaded himself, and squeezed out a sentence: "This sister is so good-looking." ”

There was another gasp around, and even the woman couldn't help but straighten up and stiffen on the spot: "It seems that I really have amnesia." ”

Zhao Chengping blinked, and suddenly decided to get up, and there was a maid ring on the side who hurriedly put on a dress for him, judging from the clothes of the people around him, it should be the Republic of China.

Originally, the Republic of China was a chaotic and chaotic time, and I didn't know the day. Has this devil entered the village, Sun Dacang is still in charge of Jiang Guangtou, since he is a young master, he may be able to go to Peking University to study, meet a librarian who is owed wages, chat with him, and have a relationship.

was thinking wildly, when he suddenly saw a group of people around him looking out of the door at the same time, and saluted in unison: "Master." ”

The people in the room were silent at the same time, and stood by with their hands bowed respectfully, and the man who came was about forty or fifty years old, with gray hair meticulously combed, a black silk robe and a horse coat without even a single wrinkle, a silver watch chain hanging from the placket, and a hardwood and silver-encrusted cane in his hand. He walked slowly, the muffled sound of his cane touching the floor, the only sound in the room at this time.

"You're awake." He asked.

Zhao Chengping looked at him blankly, the man frowned, and someone dressed as a servant next to him whispered to him, "The third young master has lost his memory." ”

"Lost, amnesia?" He repeated these two words over and over again, and looked at Zhao Chengping coldly: "You, do you really not know who I am?" ”

I don't give any hints, so I just ask questions, which is very difficult.

Zhao Chengping shook his head.

The maid who called people everywhere when he first woke up hurriedly pulled his clothes: "This is the master." ”

Although I don't know if the old man is the father of the third young master, but a master and a young master must be their own elders, and it is also appropriate to say hello.

So, he called out respectfully: "Master." ”

There was no emotion in his voice, just like those schoolchildren who were speechless in the morning reading.

Apparently the man also heard it, and he nodded: "It seems to be amnesia." ”

Amnesia can be determined so easily, it seems that the way the third young master usually gets along with the master should not be so distant, he waited quietly to see if the master would say something more.

"Since the third young master has lost his memory, let's keep it in peace, and leave everything in the number to the fourth young master." He said this simply, and turned away.

A woman's panicked voice suddenly came from the door: "Master, master, he will be fine, beg the master to give Chengping another chance." ”

The man stopped and looked at her coldly: "Then you say, when will he be able to regain his memory?" ”

The woman was speechless, and the bewitching slut in the room looked proud: "Third grandmother, although this Pingxin is not the largest business name of the Zhao family, it also has millions of flowing water, and there are so many things every day, do you just wait for the third young master to recover his memory?" ”

The rest of the room followed the man and walked cleanly, leaving only the maid in the room and the woman lying on the ground at the door.

Yahuan hurriedly helped the woman to the room and sat down, and the woman cried that it was not time for Zhao Chengping to be injured, and cried that her life was miserable. From her intermittent and repeated words, Zhao Chengping heard the following information:

The family is very rich, there are several big businesses, several brothers are fighting for power, they have studied, their name is still Zhao Chengping, their own mother is dead, and the crying in front of them is their adoptive mother, who has worked hard to earn the opportunity to manage the business for herself, and it has only been a month so far.

When he heard his adoptive mother Liu repeat it back and forth for the third time, Zhao Chengping couldn't help but ask, "How did I hit my head?" ”

Liu's eyes suddenly flashed with hatred: "It is said that you accidentally hit the shelf in the wine kiln, it is obviously nonsense, even if you accidentally bump it while walking, you will never hit it so hard, even the doctor said, if you don't hit the position well, you will die." Someone must be plotting! ”

There are no cameras in the cellar, and no one will believe empty words.

Zhao Chengping casually picked up the teapot on the table and poured half a cup of tea, the porcelain cup was just about to drink in front of the cup, but found that the liquid in the white porcelain cup was a little turbid, and the taste was still a little pungent.

"Hey, I'm really an unfavored young master, and I don't even want to use better quality ones when I'm poisoned." Facing the two stunned women, Zhao Chengping threw the porcelain cup on the table with infinite melancholy.