Zhao He had a very strange dream.

In my dream, there was a man who kept pinching his voice and kept using his very docile duck voice, saying: "Dalang, get up quickly, Dalang, it's time to take medicine..."

Dalang? I always feel that something strange is happening...

"Don't get close to me!" Zhao He jumped up with a scream.

Something strange really happened.

After opening his eyes, Zhao He actually found that there was really a young man dressed in a strange manner and looked a bit feminine.

And the man actually held a pottery bowl containing an unknown black liquid in his hand. Judging from the smell emitted, it seemed to be some kind of Chinese medicine.

Zhao He was stunned for a moment: "Am I still dreaming?"

The feminine man was obviously startled by Zhao He's sudden jumping behavior. He subconsciously took two steps back and spilled a lot of medicine soup in his hand.

Fortunately, the feminine man recovered immediately, with a respectful and humble expression on his face, and raised the pottery bowl in his hand and said, "It's time to take medicine, big..."

"Returned?" Zhao He widened his eyes and punched the strange sissy in front of him without saying a word.

"You are Dalang, your whole family is Dalang!"

Fight him!

Zhao He's fist hit the sissy's nose accurately. The sissy screamed in pain, took a few steps back and fell to the ground, and the pottery bowl in his hand also fell to the ground and shattered, looking at Zhao He in great horror.

Zhao He withdrew his fist, shook it twice, and exclaimed: "Strange, this feeling..."

Just the feeling of hitting the flesh with the punch just now doesn’t look like a dream at all?

Zhao He was suddenly stunned because he discovered another terrible thing - the sound that came out of his mouth was not his voice at all!

This kind of young man, with a sharp voice, sounds like a teenage duck voice that is exclusively for the vocal change period of adolescence.

"What's going on?" Zhao He looked at his hands in surprise. His fair and slender hands were well maintained, and he even had the urge to touch them.

Is this my hand?

Look at the clothes on my body. They were a red robe made of cloth of unknown texture. They felt very good. The cuffs were embroidered with gold edges and a hook around my waist. No matter how you look at them, they looked like those I had seen in costume dramas.

Who is so terrible that he puts me on a costume?

At this moment, the sissy lying on the ground suddenly jumped up and ran outside, shouting as she ran: "Come on, come on, the king is sick again!"

Seeing the sissy running out of the door, Zhao He subconsciously wanted to catch up, but he stopped before he even took the steps.

"Bang!" Zhao He slapped himself, it hurts so much.

If this is really a dream, it would be a little too real, right?

A very bold idea surged into Zhao He's heart.

"I can't have... traveled through time, right?"

Zhao He began to look around.

At this moment, I was standing on a wooden couch, with a white cloud-patterned silk quilt right beside my feet, and a small black incense burner a little further away. A slight fragrance slowly emerged from the hollow cloud pattern. A mahogany table was placed a little over the incense burner, and there was a bronze mirror on the table...

"Mirror?" Zhao He's heart moved, he jumped off the bed barefoot, and ran to the mirror in three or two steps.

This is a large and long oval bronze mirror, about one meter high. The bronze mirror clearly reflects the face of a boy. The young man has very upright facial features, small eyes but very vivid. His eyebrows are slightly frowning, and his eyes seem to be a little confused. In general, it is-

"It's a bit handsome." Zhao He pinched his chin and commented on himself in the mirror.

A few steps away from the table, there was something that attracted Zhao He's attention.

This is a bronze utensil. Two bronze lying tigers with their heads raised and their limbs bent, and their backs were lying as the base. On each of the tigers, they had long legs raised their heads and sang loudly. Between the two lying phoenixes with their wings spreading their backs, a round object suspected to be a big drum was hung on the phoenix crown with a red rope belt.

The entire instrument, including the Crouching Tiger and the Tortoise, is painted with black, red, yellow, gold, and blue colors to paint the interlaced marks of the tiger and the gorgeous feathers of the phoenix. You can tell at a glance that it is a very precious treasure.

Behind this big drum, there is a small table, and there is an instrument that is not known as a piano or a sire. It looks quaint and tasteful.

Behind the table is a long shelf. The shelf is divided into two layers, with about twenty chimes hanging on each layer, and the volume gradually increases from left to right. Each chime is glowing with a golden luster, and is engraved with strange beasts such as phoenixes, tigers, robes, and dragons, appearing vividly.

Zhao He hesitated for a moment, picked up an item suspected to be a wooden comb in his hand, walked to the chime clock and knocked it tentatively for a few times.

The chimes that were being ringed swayed gently, making a strange jingle sound, which was very pleasant.

Until this moment, Zhao He finally had no doubt that he had definitely traveled through time.

If you can pretend to be dressed and dressed, your body, face, voice and other words can also be used, then the bronzes in front of you are full of ancient styles but look quite brand new, will definitely not be pretended to be.

These bronzes were definitely not from last week, they should be from the Western Zhou Dynasty, or it was possible for the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

So, what era is this?

Zhao He couldn't help but slam his head in distress: "Damn, others can integrate memory through time. What about the memory of my body? Do you need to recite some spells or something to activate it? Mommy and mommy coax it? Liujin is open, cool? Hass? Open the door of Sesame?"

With a bang, the door was suddenly knocked open and a group of people rushed up.

Zhao He subconsciously looked up and happened to see the two people walking in front.

The leader is a man wearing a crown and is estimated to be over 40 years old. He is very majestic when walking.

Next to the man Wang Crown was a pretty face and tall lady in the palace dress. She looked gentle and dignified at first glance.

Just as he saw these two people, Zhao He suddenly snapped in his mind, as if something had been released instantly.

An unparalleled severe pain burst into Zhao He's head in an instant. Zhao He, who was completely unprepared, screamed and fell to the ground with a bang.

Countless memory clips flashed rapidly in Zhao He's mind. These memories belonged to another person named Zhao He. Zhao He was sixteen years old and had just been the king of Zhao for three years. There were Qin, Chu, Qi and other countries in the same era as Zhao...

In ancient times and modern times, two different memories of Zhao He began to merge and meet rapidly...

I don’t know how long it took, but Zhao He woke up again.

When I opened my eyes, I found that I was still lying on the bed where I was just lying. An old man with a white hair that looked like a doctor was putting his finger on Zhao He's wrist, as if he was evading Zhao He's pulse.

"Awaken, wake up!" A sharp voice screamed in surprise. Zhao He looked in the voice and found that it was the sissy he saw just now.

It seems that it is not right to say it is sissy, because when Zhao He saw this "sissy", a name suddenly appeared in his heart - Miao Xian.

Miao Xian and Zhao He's personal temple master (the temple master is the name of eunuchs in this era).

When the temple man named Miao Xian called, several people suddenly appeared beside the bed. The majestic man Zhao He saw just now appeared at the same time as the noble lady in the palace. There was also a little boy about seven or eight years old and full of childish faces beside the noble lady in the palace.

The lady in the palace dress looked at Zhao He who was looking at him, and couldn't help but smile in surprise on her face: "Wang'er, you're finally awake!"

The majestic man snorted softly and said, "I was not seriously injured, how can I not wake up?"

Zhao He opened his mouth and looked at the majestic man and the lady in the palace dress in front of him, not knowing what to say.

From this long-awaited memory, Zhao He already knew where he had traveled.

What I traveled through time was Zhao He, the king of Zhao in the Warring States Period who had the same name and surname as him, who was later called "King Huiwen of Zhao".

Now it is the third year of King Huiwen of Zhao, and the common chronology method on earth in the future is 295 BC.

The majestic man in front of him is Zhao Yong, the father of Zhao Huiwen, Zhao He, and the current father of Zhao State, the famous King Wuling of Zhao!

The noble lady in the palace dress next to her father Zhao Yong is Zhao He's biological mother, and the current Empress Dowager Zhao State Wu Mengyao.

etc!

Zhao He suddenly became a little confused. Why did I become the king? Then my father Zhao Yong was not dead yet?

Normally, isn’t it time for my father to succeed to the throne?

A stream of memory surged in my heart. It turned out that three years ago, Zhao Yong, who was then the king of Zhao State, suddenly announced his abdication and passed the throne to Zhao He, the second son of thirteen years old at the time.

Then, Zhao Yong called himself the lord father of Zhao (i.e. the Supreme Emperor) and continued to rule Zhao in the name of the lord father.

I went, and it turned out that I had traveled through time and became the son of King Wuling of Zhao, King Xiaocheng's father, King Huiwen of Zhao? Is King Huiwen of Zhao, who had famous generals and good ministers such as Lian Po and Lin Xiangru?

Zhao He's heart was mixed for a moment.

No wonder I just heard the "king" mentioned by Miao Xian as "dalang". In fact, it is the difference between ancient and modern pronunciation.

Just when Zhao He was in a daze, his father Zhao Yong had already spoken: "Doctor Gong, what's going on with Wang'er?"

The old palace doctor who diagnosed Zhao He's pulse wiped the sweat from his head and said carefully: "Back to the master's father, the king's health is not serious. It's just that some false fires have increased and affected the heart and lungs, which may be caused by some depressed thoughts."

Quake! Zhao He instantly labeled the old palace doctor.

This is my physical discomfort caused by the fusion of memory after traveling through time. What kind of virtual fire rises is simply nonsense. How can a real man be weak?

Not to mention, as soon as the old palace doctor spoke, the faces of the father Zhao Yong and the Empress Dowager Wu Mengyao immediately improved a lot, and they seemed to believe the words of the old palace doctor.

An old driver, craftsman, an old Chinese doctor, add the word "old" in front of any profession, and the words said feel much more reliable.

The master father Zhao Yong nodded and said majestic: "Since that's the case, then you can prescribe some prescriptions and let Wang'er take care of it for a few days."

The old doctor stood up and replied respectfully: "Here."

The master father turned his gaze to Zhao He again: "Can you hear it?"

Zhao He, who was lying on the bed, nodded.

The master father stared at Zhao He and said in a deep voice: "My widow knows that you are not happy with your engagement with the princess of Qi. But the widow also hopes that you can understand that you are the king of Zhao now, and everything should be considered for the interests of Zhao. Don't miss the hegemony of Zhao because of personal trivial matters!" ("Widow's widow" is the exclusive self-proclaimed by Zhao Yong, the master father of Zhao.)

The tone of Zhao Zhufu was very stern.

Zhao He was a little confused and looked confused.
To be continued...