"The third son is awake! The third son is awake!"

He slowly opened his eyes amid a string of brittle girl screams.

"White-Su-Qi——! what kind of clothes are you wearing?"

When he opened his eyes, his mind was still dazed, and the first thing he saw was his tablemate, sitting on an antique mahogany chair, staring at him and cheering. But her silver-white costume made him feel inexplicable.

"Didn't I wear this white dress all the time?" she asked, standing up.

"Aren't you—always fond of—red dresses?"

"Cut! Are you so dizzy from a fever that you have forgotten what color clothes I usually wear? Besides, my name is not Bai Suqi?"

He stared at her, these big bright eyes, this round goose egg face, who is it not Bai Suqi? It's just that the two buns combed on the top of her head are a bit like the ladies in costume film and television dramas, and this flowing white dress is also a long skirt of ancient costumes, not the kind of delicate dress she often wears, let alone red. Only then did he notice that he was lying on a bed of carved mahogany. A few steps away at the door, there is a mahogany table and two mahogany chairs. On the table, there is a bottle and a basin of pen and ink rice paper, a white jade bottle with three green bamboos inserted in it, and a jasper basin with a three-color phalaenopsis blooming, thus adding infinite vitality to this room. On the two armrested chairs at the table, on top of the wall were stacked wooden heroes, leather monkeys, slingshots, and three-hunchucks, and under the chairs was covered with a black iron ball the size of a football, and on the other chair sat the familiar and slightly strange little girl.

"Your name is not Bai Suqi, then what is your name?"

He asked, tilting his head and staring at her.

"You don't know my name?" she asked, her eyes widening in surprise. "Hmph! I'm still pretending to be stupid with me!

As soon as the girl stomped her feet and got up, she walked out, just in time to bump into a beautiful lady in her thirties dressed in light purple clothes.

"Zhen'er, what's wrong?" the gorgeously dressed Madame Mei hurriedly called out to her.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Auntie. I was about to call you, Third Son, he woke up. ”

"Ah! the boy is awake!"

As she spoke, the lady hurried over, looked at his half-opened eyes, and suddenly a smile of surprise bloomed on her face, but tears fell down her eyes, and she hurriedly bent down and sat sideways on the edge of the bed, holding his face with both hands.

"Son, you're scared your mother to death! You've been burning for three days and three nights!"

Li Yitong immediately closed his eyes, and a gentle touch suddenly came from his hot face, and there was a little metallic coolness, he knew that it came from a gold ring in her hand. Although his mind was still hazy, he finally realized that this was not the world he had before he fell unconscious, he should have crossed over. After crossing over, the name of the baby is still called Tong'er, but I don't know what the surname is? What is the full name?

"You've finally got your fever gone. Zhen'er, go and ask Meng Jiang to heat up the ginseng soup. Then call someone to the front government office and call your uncle-in-law over. Son, where do you still feel unwell?"

"I felt dizzy, weak, and full of heart, especially my lower abdomen. He told the truth.

"Someone!" she shouted. A man scurried in.

"I just heard that Mr. Doctor Doctor came back from a trip last night, so let the housekeeper go and ask the third son to take a good look at it. ”

When the woman had finished speaking, she sat on the edge of the bed and looked at herself.

"Is this my 'mother'?" he asked himself, stealthily opening his eyes and scanning her, then quickly closing them again. The woman looked thirty-five or six years old, about the same age as her mother. Although he was wearing the hairstyle and clothes in the costume drama, which made him visually unfamiliar, he was dressed in a light purple shirt, gorgeous and elegant, noble and friendly, and revealed a natural softness. There was a soft light of joy and kindness in his eyes, and it also made him feel a kind of maternal love and concern. Seeing that he opened and closed his eyes, she took his hand with one hand, and caressed his head and face with the other, and began to talk to him.

"You climbed to the three-zhang tall tree in front of Miaomen Peak, what the hell did you get angry about? Tell me about it......"

The voice is soft, very good, and there is an inexplicable fragrance on the body. But he really didn't know how to answer, so he squinted at the carved beams and paintings in the room with his eyes half-open and half-closed, and said nothing.

"You kid, how can you have such an idea at a young age? Just like your strong father, you have to be as stubborn as ......."

He didn't say a word.

"You've been in a coma for three days, and your fever doesn't go away...... Your father looks angry with you, but he is actually anxious for you, and he came in after a while, if he scolds you twice, you will admit your mistake......"

"This loser's bastard has finally woken up?"

Before the words fell, there was a deafening roar from there, and then I saw a tall man with a broad face and a straight nose, a handsome eyebrow, and a short beard, a thirty or forty-year-old man with a sword, walking in quickly.

"The child has just woken up, why are you so loud?

Madame asked him softly.

"Today, you have to explain to me well, what the hell are you doing when you climb the big tree in front of the Miaomen Peak?" shouted the comer.

He still didn't say a word.

"You don't study, you don't practice swords, you know every day that you are stubborn and reckless! Don't do your job! This time God blesses, let you pick up a life, if you don't repent, one day, not only will your own life be lost, but our Li family will also fall into your hands!"

As soon as Li Yitong crossed over, he was inexplicably scolded and scolded, and he was very angry in his heart, but he also guessed that this person was his "father", and it was better not to resist it for the time being, so he turned his body into the wall and turned his back to him. However, in the eyes of "Daddy", this is obviously deliberately showing the dissatisfaction and wordless resistance in his heart.

"Little bastard, did you turn against you?"

"The child just woke up, are you so angry? Can you say something auspicious?"

"Look at it, look at what you're used to?

"Am I used to it? Isn't it your old Li family's strong seed? Madame retorted, her words were sharp, but her tone was always soft and tepid, and at a glance she knew that she was a lady from a wealthy family.

"So when I got here, my surname was still Li!" Li Yitong thought. Madame's rebuttal amused him to the core, remembering his parents' usual quarrels and teasing, and it also had a similar charm, and he couldn't help but smile lightly on his face. Luckily, he was facing the wall, and no one could see it from the outside.

"Wait, madam, Mr. Doctor has arrived!" the butler came in to report.

Although the husband still wanted to discipline his son and dismiss his wife, when he saw that outsiders were coming, he had to suppress his anger for the time being and hurriedly went out to greet him.

"It turns out that this 'father' of mine is a Hou master, and he has crossed into a Hou family. Li Yitong thought.