After pondering it repeatedly, Wen Yang was sure that he had really crossed over.

Looking at the outfits of the official's wife, Jing Yao and the maid Xiaolian, Wen Yang, who is familiar with history, can't figure out at this moment, which dynasty and generation he has traveled to.

Daehyun Dynasty?

Wen Ning searched all the historical materials in his head, but still did not hear of such a country.

But one thing he can be sure of is that the people here are still yellow people from Asia, and Wen Ning is really afraid that if he can't control it, he will travel to a country full of black people, and then get some black African girls like carbon, and make a little gesture in front of them all day long, it will be disgusting to death.

With the shouts of the maid Xiaolian, Mrs. Guan's face was a little more surprised at the moment, and seeing that Wen Yang was intact from head to toe, she pointed at Wen Yang's nose with tears in her eyes and reproached loudly: "My son! You are frightened to be a mother, you little rabbit!"

"Woo ....."

While speaking, without waiting for Wen Yang to answer, a pair of warm arms had already taken him into his arms, making Wen Yang's nose snot and tears.

Fortunately, this intimate gesture lasted less than three minutes, and Mrs. Guan stopped crying.

She was afraid that if she didn't pay attention to one of her own, she would take Wen Yang out of her favor and pick it up, and it would be more than worth the loss.

"Congratulations, Cousin Ning has been reborn, congratulations to Mrs. Guan for reuniting her mother and son!"

Jing Yao bowed, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and it could be seen that Wen Ning woke up, and she felt a hint of joy in her heart.

Especially the eyes of the official's wife looking at her are no longer the fierce as before, and occasionally there is a hint of relief.

Wen Yang saw it in his eyes, and had to admit that the mother in front of him was so willful when she was protecting her calves.

The next moment, I felt a shake in front of my eyes, my head felt like a sting pain from being blown up, and a strange memory melted into my mind.

"This is the memory of the little prince Wen Ning before his death?"

"Daxian Dynasty, Zhennan Wangfu, Sanwen Chishui River?"

These names are very fresh, and with the loss of time, Wen Yang's mind slowly accepted all of Wen Ning's memories.

And the official lady in front of her is the biological mother of this body, Jing Yao is his aunt, Xiaolian is his maid, and she has been sleeping with him for three years.

"How can such a young girl be like this, how can she marry in the future!"

Wen Yang felt his blood boiling when he thought about the night.

However, even though he has thousands of dirty thoughts in his heart, his face is pretending to be like a dog, and he has no ability to adapt to changes, so he will not study in college for four years.

"Madam, the little prince has woken up, see what else is needed, the slave maid will go and prepare now!"

The maid Xiaolian, looking at the already energetic little prince Wen Ning, blushed and purple for a while, and didn't know what she was thinking.

"Ask the housekeeper to prepare some ginseng soup, and then make a few vegetables that the little prince usually likes to eat, it is forbidden to eat big fish and meat during this time, and Ning'er's body function has not fully recovered. ”

"Yes, ma'am, the slave will go and prepare now!"

The maid Xiaolian went out with a red face, and only Mrs. Guan and Jing Yao were left in the room.

The only thing Wen Yang wants to do now is to check his body, this is the most important thing he has crossed into this world, if he gets a blind man with a missing arm and legs, a blind and lame eunuch, then how will he mess up in the future.

Before he crossed over, he liked to read time travel novels, such as "A Good Man in the Tang Dynasty", "The Little Scholar", etc., these time-travelers with the halo of the protagonist are all alive and well, that's called a cool!

I didn't expect that I had also crossed over, and I was still a little prince, I could pretend to my heart's content, and when the time came, I would have three wives and four concubines, and my family would have a lot of money, which was really beautiful.

Thinking of this, Wen Yang slowly sat up, he wanted to see if there was a palace punishment in his body.

In fact, the other organs of the body are fine, you can see it with your eyes, is he just worried about the three holes in his belly and the little brother under the crotch?

"Oh, uh-huh!"

If JJ loses his passionate majesty, the beauty has more money to use.

But Mother and Jing Yao didn't have the consciousness to leave, which made Wen Yang anxious like ants on a hot pot.

Suddenly, Wen Yang seemed to think of something.

With a blushing face, he said to the two, "Mother, cousin, I want to go to the bathroom, can you take me for a while?"

"Bathroom?"

When the second daughter heard this, her face changed at the same time.

"Isn't this kid stupid after a long time?" muttered the official.

"Don't you know?" Wen Yang asked rhetorically.

The two shook their heads, confused.

"Where's the toilet?"

"I don't know!"

"What about the thatched house?"

"Hey, you kid, thatched huts are thatched huts! What kind of broken words do you want to make a toilet or toilet, and what are you doing with weird things!"

Wen Yang's face was suddenly covered with black lines.

If this didn't come out of the mouth of Mrs. Guan, he really had the urge to scold his mother.

"Cousin is going to Xiaojie!" Jing Yao asked tentatively with a slightly red face.

"Oh...... Yes!"

Wen Yang didn't seem to be able to find a more suitable reason, so he had to reluctantly answer.

However, Jing Yao's words almost didn't make Wen Yang squirt out two taels of blood.

"I'm a medical officer! It's a little inconvenient for my aunt to help you, I'll help you!"

"Nima! What kind of bullshit concept is this, my mother is inconvenient, you are convenient, can it be that the medical officer can be so willful?"

.........

Returning to the warm and gorgeous bedroom again, Wen Yang carefully inspected his whole body inside and out, and the little brother under his crotch was really not small, he didn't know how many times bigger than his original body.

In short, he was satisfied with his current body.

The skin on the stomach is white and tender, without any scars, it seems that except for the consciousness is his own, the others are all from this little prince named Wen Ning.

It's a pity that when I was relieved, there was a little embarrassment.

It was with the help of Jing Yao that he took off his pants with great difficulty.

Afterwards, thinking about Jing Yao's white and tender little hands, nervously holding the shy little brother, this unassuming guy actually reacted, and had to secretly despise himself deeply.

It didn't take long for the maid Xiaolian to bring a few plates of good-looking meals in the food box, and as for the ginseng soup that my mother said, it would take half an hour to boil.

During this period, Wen Yang tried the side dishes on the test plate several times in a row, and the taste was medium, the salt taste was light, and it seemed that there was a lack of cooking ingredients.

As for the mastery of the heat, he didn't dare to compliment, especially the plate of celery on the plate, which was supposed to be fried in thick oil to be delicious, but it was cooked very badly, thinking of the big pot of dishes in the university cafeteria, Wen Yang suddenly had palpitations.

Wen Yang barely dealt with a few bites, and couldn't help frowning slightly, no longer having the heart to eat those so-called decent side dishes.

These plates of vegetables are tasteless and discarded, and so many good raw materials are wasted in vain.

Wen Yang is not a gourmet, of course, the quality of the food, can only be measured by his own taste, perhaps the world's judging standards and the public's taste have a big contrast with the original world.

That's all he can do to comfort himself.

casually called Xiaolian, there was a rush of running sound outside the door, and it was just a dazzling effort, Xiaolian ran in front of Wen Yang, looking at her face was red, not panting, her face was still ashamed, Wen Yang, once again showed consternation on his face, the shock brought to him today was too much, a little indigestible.

Lian'er looked at the food that barely moved chopsticks, scratched the back of her head inexplicably, and asked in confusion: "Little prince, the food is still delicious!"

"It's alright!"

Wen Yang could only answer like this.

Originally, Wen Yang wanted to teach this young girl who has not yet **, don't be too reckless, it's easy to frighten people, but he turned his head and thought about it, in the face of an unknown era, if the people here don't eat human flesh savagely, he will be Amitabha, what civilization is there.

......

At the beginning of the curtain light, the red lights of the entire Zhennan Wangfu were hung high, the atmosphere was majestic, and a lot of black-armored soldiers patrolling back and forth began to be added to the mansion.

Half an hour later, Xiaolian eagerly reported that Wang Wen's carriage in Zhennan had arrived at the door of the mansion.

Wen Yang has a feeling that her ugly daughter-in-law is ashamed to see her in-laws.

Nima. What's this called, it's my dad who wants to see me.

Sure enough, Wen Botao, the king of Zhennan, who heard that his son had woken up, was no longer as idle as before, and ran madly towards the west wing in three steps and two steps, where was there still a little bit of a prince.

Steward Wen behind him, afraid that the road would be slippery in the dark, kept shouting behind him: "Lord Wang, slow down! Lord Wang, slow down!"

The king of Zhennan, who was sweating profusely, was angry in his heart.

"Nima, it's not your son, it's Lao Tzu's blood and bones, it's you, can you be safe?"

With a sonorous and powerful footsteps, and a red lantern behind him, three or four burly men with cold weapons came first, followed by a familiar and unfamiliar figure.

A middle-aged man in his forties, with a crimson Guan Gong face and a messy beard, was wearing a set of mighty official robes embroidered with fiery red arowana, mink combat boots on his feet, and a sky-blue jade belt around his waist, which was inlaid with nine golden stars.

"Nine Star Angler"

In Wen Yang's mind, there was an inexplicable familiar honorific title.

Then there was the majestic aura emanating from Wen Botao's body, and the whole room was as silent as night, and no one dared to speak loudly.

"Father, Wen Yang kowtows to you!"

Without waiting for King Zhennan to speak, Wen Yang had already landed on his knees, showing the etiquette that a filial son and grandson should have.

The official wife, Xiaolian and the old housekeeper Wen Hong on the side saw the scene between father and son, and they couldn't help but sneak a handful of snot.

Wen Botao's face was quite excited, and a pair of trembling big hands immediately stepped forward to support Wen Yang without obeying the call.

"Oh yes, yes, yes, yes......"

"Huh?"

"Wen Yang?"

Wen Yang was a little embarrassed, and when he was excited, he actually said the wrong name, what is this called!

However, they never dreamed that the previous Wen Ning had returned to the west, and the guy in front of him was a real traverser.

"Father, don't be surprised, my son hasn't seen his parents for many days, and he was in a hurry, and he actually remembered his name wrongly, please forgive my father and mother!"

When Wen Yang said this, his face was not red, his heart was not beating, and his face was not ordinarily thick.

"Well, yes! Knowing mistakes can improve a lot, this is worthy of my Wen Botao's ......"

Wen Yang once again had a black line, this dad is really, it's too weird......