There was a sound of horses' hooves outside, and after a while, I heard a person running in and saying loudly: "Your Majesty, the spies have important information to return." ”

"Doctor, you stay, and then check the Snow Dancing Girl's body. That Yu Wenyong said sternly to the imperial doctor who was kneeling on the ground. And turned around, and said softly and gently to An Qianqian, "Xue Wu, don't worry! I will definitely heal you! I will not allow anyone to hurt you!" After speaking, as soon as he turned around, he walked out with the tall man who came in behind.

"Can any of you tell me where I am?" An Qianqian felt that he was hoarse, but the sound he made was still like that of a mosquito. It didn't have the effect she had imagined.

"Snow Dancing Girl, do you really not remember?" the two women on the side asked softly. At the same time, expressions of sympathy, pity, and sadness appeared on their faces.

"What do I remember? I just remember, I was still there—" She didn't say the word (Demon Realm). Although her body is very weak, her brain is very clear. She was afraid that if she spoke out about the Demon Realm, it would add a lot of trouble.

"You're still there? Oh, Snow Dancer, the one you said was five days ago. At that time, you were still in the Qi Kingdom. The two women beside her rushed to say.

"Five days, how could it be?" An Qianqian thought to himself: It won't be that long? Obviously, I felt that it was a gust of wind blowing, and I could still talk about it in a day or two. How could this gust of wind blow for so long? But she wanted to think about it, but she didn't say it. Because, the facts of the past six months have told her that there is only the unimagined, and there is nothing that cannot happen. Now, I don't have the power to control my fate, so I can only listen to God's arrangements and tricks. Moreover, there is no opportunity and possibility to talk about conditions. I can only be at peace with what happens.

"Really! Snow Dancer. It's really been five days! You must mourn! After all, people cannot be resurrected after death. The taller woman patted An Qianqian's arm distressedly, and said with sincerity on her face.

"Dead, who is dead, who is dead, you tell me?" As soon as An Qianqian heard the word "death", she reflexively screamed, she was most worried about her parents. Because, she is already very sure that she is back in the world.

"Xiaohong, Xiaoyu, don't talk too much!" the imperial doctor loudly stopped the two women's words.

"Yes". The two women were reprimanded by the imperial doctor, and they could only look at An Qianqian with sympathetic expressions, but they didn't dare to speak.

"Tell me, who is dead?" Tell me?" asked anxiously.

"Heavenly Maiden, there is really no one. It has nothing to do with you. Don't worry!" The Imperial Doctor replied with a blank face. At this moment, a thought suddenly popped up in the imperial doctor's heart: Since the Heavenly Maiden has forgotten herself, why should we let her remember it? Perhaps, forgetting is not a bad thing! In this way, it is not a good thing for the emperor!

"Really?" asked the two women anxiously.

"Yes". The two women, looking at the face of the imperial doctor, replied mechanically.

"Heavenly Maiden, you rest for a while, and the slave will go and prescribe a decoction for you. The Imperial Physician said to An Qianqian very seriously.

"Lady of the Heavens, who is the Lady of the Heavens? You seem to be calling me?" An Qianqian felt that the dead person they were talking about must not have any contact with his parents, and if he had, then they would tell him anyway. So, her heart relaxed a little. However, the brain turned to the title of the imperial doctor.

"Of course I'm calling you! This Heavenly Maiden is what everyone calls you. Have you forgotten that you are a witch goddess?" said to An Qianqian in a very sympathetic and sad tone.

"What are you talking about? You say: I am the Heavenly Maiden of the Wu Clan?" As soon as An Qianqian heard the explanation of the imperial doctor, he suddenly became two heads and two big. For a moment, she thought of her favorite TV series "King Lanling". I remember that I seemed to be thinking in my brain just before the arrival of that gust of wind, it seems to be this TV series, right? Just now, that Yu Wenyong said that he was the emperor of the Zhou State, and now he said that I am the Heavenly Maiden of the Wu Clan, is it? Could it be that I really traveled to ancient times? No, it is impossible! I remember that because I liked it at the time, I clearly checked it on the computer, and that Yang Xuewu was just a character made up by the author, and there was no such person at all. You can't say that the historian left her out, right? No, I must have thought too much! This cannot happen. It's impossible!

"Yes, you are the descendant of the Wu Clan, the Heavenly Maiden Yang Xuewu. The Imperial Physician answered An Qianqian's question very seriously.

"Ahh

"That's just the way it is. Don't worry, you only have temporary amnesia, and you will be fine in a few days. When the time comes, you will remember everything. Don't worry, everything will be fine. The Imperial Doctor sincerely comforted An Qianqian.

"What kind of facts? I'm now, I'm now, cough! How can I tell you, can you understand?" An Qianqian's fire has become bigger, how did he suddenly become a character in a TV series, and he is still a person who has no record in history at all, is it possible that those wild histories can also be read as official history? These are not important, but what about me? Where did I go? Am I a person now? Or are I two people? Heaven? Earth? What have I done to lack morality? Are you going to punish me like this? At this moment, you really want to cry without tears!

"Miss Tiannu, you don't have to say anything, we all know you very well. Now, you can take a good rest, drink the medicine in a while, sleep again, and you will be better. After the imperial doctor finished these words seriously, he glanced at the two women, and he hurried out. Only An Qianqian and the two women were left in the house.

Maybe the two women were afraid to say anything, and they were not allowed? They also deliberately distanced themselves from An Qianqian's bed. Silently doing the work in his hands.

"Two sisters, I want to ask, what year is it now?" An Qianqian still couldn't believe his chances. She wanted to know if she really came to the era of Yuwen Yong and King Lanling as she had just analyzed.

"Snow Dancer, don't call us that. I'm Xiaohong, and she's Xiaoyu. You've been calling us by name. Why don't you even remember this? It's 573!" replied the taller woman.

"What? Say it again, how many years?" As soon as An Qianqian heard about this year, her heart sank, but she still couldn't believe it, and wanted to be sure again.

"Snow Dancing Girl, Xiaohong is not wrong, it is really May 573. The woman, named Xiaoyu, replied again.

"May 573. "How could it be so coincidental? An Qianqian's brain flashed again that after watching the TV series "King Lanling", he had checked the content on the Internet: One day in May of the fourth year of Wuping (573 AD), the queen Gao Wei sent an envoy to visit King Lanling, and the gift he sent was a cup of poisoned wine. King Lanling was only 33 years old when he died.

"Yes, Snow Dancer. It's 573 years now. Xiaohong watched An Qianqian repeat the question again and again, and hurriedly answered patiently.

"Then the dead person you just talked about is the King of Lanling, right?" An Qianqian thought for a while, straightened out the year and the name of the person, and she was sure that the thing they had just made themselves mourn should be the death of the King of Lanling. However, how ridiculous is it to think about it? There is a difference of 16,700 years between myself and the King of Lanling, and for me, the King of Lanling is a story, a historical figure, and I am indeed very sorry for his death, but it is impossible for me to be particularly sad, after all, it has been too long, and I don't know him! Oh my God? What are you heavenly staff doing, how can you mess up time?