"Young Master, Young Master..."

Qi Xiang felt like he fell into the dark abyss. I don’t know how long it took, but he vaguely heard someone calling him in his ears. He opened his eyes in a daze and saw a clean melon-shaped face, which was close to him.

Qi Xiang was stunned and wanted to avoid it, but found that her head was dizzy and very confused.

"Young Master, it's so good, you finally woke up."

A delicate sound came out, and someone handed him a cup of warm water and served Qi Xiang to drink it. After a while, he felt more comfortable and saw clearly the situation outside.

At this time, he was lying in a dilapidated house, with bamboo mats as beds, a yellowed tent, and a thin sheet covered with a cover on his body. A gust of cold wind blew in through the crack of the broken window, making him feel both body and mind cold.

Qi Xiang subconsciously grabbed the sheet, panicked and confused: "Where is this?"

"Young Master, what's wrong with you? This is home."

The delicate voice was very anxious and full of worry.

Qi Xiang looked and saw a girl kneeling beside her, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a thin figure, a very clean face, her eyes as clear as water, and a breath of uneasiness.

"You are..." Qi Xiang was stunned and dazed. He felt like his brain was stuffed with a ball of paste and could not remember many things.

"Young Master, I am Xiaoqing."

The girl was very panicked and her voice became a little more crying: "Are you okay? Don't scare me..."

"Xiaoqing?"

Qi Xiang's thoughts moved, then her headache was split. She couldn't help but howl, and a layer of white hair sweat appeared on her forehead. In a blink of an eye, beads of sweat as big as beans rolled down.

"Young Master, Young Master..."

Amid Xiaoqing's shock, Qi Xiang fainted again, but her mind was strangely awake. The memories emerged like a tide, which made him understand where he was now.

"I actually traveled through time..."

Qi Xiang was very shocked. In his memory, he seemed to be the son of a down-and-out literati. A literati was a beautiful man, but because he failed the imperial examination for many years, he drank all day long and drank sorrows, and was drunk and dreaming. He was really drunk and died.

He had been mourning for three years, and he followed the ancient system, built huts on the graves and waited day and night with light meals. After three years of such hardship, he could not hold on and died.

At this time, Qi Xiang traveled over and became the owner of this body.

"miserable……"

Qi Xiang couldn't accept this fact. You should know that before he traveled through time, he was a... little boss, who had no worries about food and clothing. Now he was traveling through time in a young man who was barely in the middle of his family and was under the line of food and clothing.

The most important thing is that there is no Internet, no computer, no mobile phone, no TV, movies...

Without all modern entertainment activities, how could he bear it?

Qi Xiang was dejected, but Xiaoqing was very anxious and worried, saying: "Young Master, how do you feel? Are you hungry? I'll make fish soup for you."

After throwing a word, Xiaoqing hurriedly ran out.

Qi Xiang looked up, looked at Xiaoqing's disappearing figure, and sighed silently: "Xiaoqing, Xiaoqing. Why don't I call Xu Xian, or marry a white snake... Well, forget it, let's think about it. What to do in the future."

The only inheritance of the literati father, a poor scholar, after his death was this mud house with air leakage. By the way, there were some ancestral land, an old ox, and... Xiaoqing.

The maid Xiaoqing, a scholar of the literary father, was also a high school scholar in the same year. A group of people sent him gifts to him in the same year. He got some money. On the way back home, he saw a lonely little girl selling herself to bury her father, and he felt compassion and brought the little girl back.

The little girl is Xiaoqing. Rather than being a maid, it is better to say that she has raised a daughter.

"It's a pity that Xiaoqing is just Xiaoqing, not Ah Qing, nor does it have Bai Yuan's father-in-law, otherwise you could learn swords from her..."

Qi Xiang lay on the bed and thought: "By the way, there is an old ox at home. I don't know whether I know whether I can speak or not, nor do I know if there is a bathing Tianhu nearby, otherwise I can go and peep... Cough, enjoy the scenery of the lake..."

While he was having all kinds of unrealistic fantasies, Xiaoqing's scream suddenly came from the kitchen.

"What's wrong?"

Qi Xiang struggled and ran to the kitchen barefoot. At this time, a kitchen knife fell to the ground. Xiaoqing covered her ears with both hands, as if she was frightened.

Next to her, a small fish was swimming around in a basin of clear water.

Qi Xiang took a look and was surprised to find that there was a little red on the little fish's forehead, as if the cinnabar was bright.

"Young Master, why are you coming down?" Xiao Qing came back to her senses, and immediately supported Qi Xiang and said anxiously: "You are not in good health, go back and lie down."

"I'm fine." Qi Xiang waved her hand and pointed: "Where did this fish come from?"

"I picked it up." Xiaoqing explained: "Young Master, you are so dizzy. Yesterday, it suddenly blew heavily and it rained heavily. The sky was dark and the earth was thundering again, which almost scared me to death."

"I went out early this morning and saw this little fish picking up by the river. I thought it was dead, but I didn't want to take it home and put it in a water basin and it would be alive."

Xiao Qing smiled silly and said, "Young Master, wait a minute, I will kill it and make a bowl of fish soup to nourish you."

Hearing this, the little fish in the basin suddenly moved its body and swam faster, rolling up splashes of water.

Seeing this, Qi Xiang was moved and ordered by a stranger: "Xiaoqing, don't make any fish soup. I think this fish is also very pitiful. Let's release it."

"Ah?" Xiaoqing hesitated and said, "Young Master, your fish soup..."

"I know your intentions, fish soup or something, forget it." Qi Xiang said in a sad tone: "Besides, my father's mourning period is not yet over, so it is not advisable to kill animals."

"This..." Xiaoqing was immediately shaken and reluctantly nodded, "Okay."

"Be good, take it and release it." Qi Xiang smiled, looked at Xiaoyu, and then returned to her room to rest after Xiaoqing's persuasion.

After a while, Xiaoqing walked in and told him that the fish had been released.

Qi Xiang nodded in confusion and fell asleep again. When he woke up the next day, he recovered his energy, slowly left the house, and walked outside to observe the situation.

This is a poor mountain village, and the people have been working in barren fields. His home is on the hillside, and there is a waterfall not far away, with a clean water curtain flowing down endlessly.

Qi Xiang slowly walked to the waterfall and looked at the clear pool of water under the waterfall, feeling very complicated. In a trance, he couldn't help but hold on to a dead branch next to him, gently whipping the waterfall, splashing a bunch of water.

"The water flows even more when you draw a knife and cut off the water, and raise a glass to relieve your sorrow and sorrow. Life is not satisfactory in the world, and I am emitting a small boat in the Ming Dynasty."

For a moment, Qi Xiang's eyebrows and eyes were so blocked that he was so blocked that he had not yet prepared, so why did he travel through time?

When he was moved, someone applauded: "Good poems are enough to pass on through the ages..."

"No, Li Bai's poems are not good?"

Qi Xiang muttered in her heart, and when she looked back, she was stunned. Behind him, a very handsome boy slowly walked over, with gorgeous clothes and noble temperament, similar to the princess.

The most important thing is that Qi Xiang noticed that there seemed to be a small red mole on the center of the eyebrows of the young man in China. I don’t know if it was born or decorated with sand. Anyway, it was like rouge, bright and eye-catching.

Qi Xiang's thoughts flew away, and saw the handsome boy coming and bowed gracefully, "I have seen Brother Tai in Xialong Aotian. I just took the liberty to speak out and was amazed by my brother Tai's poetry interest. Please forgive me."

"Long Aotian?" Qi Xiang opened her eyes wide and was very surprised: "Who is the protagonist with such a domineering name?"

"Brother, is there anything wrong with it?" Long Aotian looked at himself from side to side for no reason.

"...It's okay." Qi Xiang shook her head: "I just sigh that there is such a beautiful and charming person as Brother Long in the world, which makes people feel ashamed."

Long Aotian blushed and smiled shyly: "Thank you brother for your praise... By the way, I watch my brother is also young and elegant. At the time of high spirits, how can I express my sorrow by the pond?"

"I have no sorrow, it's just that the young man doesn't know the taste of sorrow, and he just wants to say sorrow in order to write new poems." Qi Xiang sighed, and the loneliness in her body became more and more intense.

Long Aotian's eyes lit up again, and he invited him with a smile: "Brother, it's spring, spring is full of joy. We feel the same way at first sight. Why not travel around together? "

"Uh?" Qi Xiang was stunned for a moment, turned her head and looked at the bleak trees beside her, withered yellow leaves. Is this spring?

"Hey, it seems that it's really spring."

Suddenly, Qi Xiang felt her eyes blurry, and in a trance, she saw time passing by quickly. The dead branches and leaves dripping out fresh and tender green buds, and then the tips of the buds stretched out and turned into green green leaves.

In a blink of an eye, it is the season when spring is in full bloom.

All things are revived, full of fun, curved clear streams and flowing waters happily, and a cup of fine wine spreads slowly along the leisurely clear streams in the hands of literati.

The sun is shining, and on the green lawn, wild flowers bloom everywhere, colorful and colorful.

Qi Xiang was in a daze and found herself wearing a wide-sleeved robe made of silk, graceful and graceful, holding a fragrant wood fan inlaid with jade in her hand. She was rich and elegant, and outstanding.

Around him, strange scholars, like stars, surrounded him, either flattering, or sincere congratulations, laughter and joy.

Qi Xiang frowned slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable.

At the same time, a handsome young man walked over with his eyes shining and his smile charmingly.

"Brother Long..."

Seeing this person, Qi Xiang subconsciously shouted, her tone was very friendly and familiar, and she felt more at ease.

"Brother, you worked hard for half a year and studied hard. You took the county exam, the government exam, and the hospital exam, all ranked first. You won the small three-yuan prize in a row and became a veritable leader of the case."

Long Aotian smiled and said, "This is a congratulatory thing, why are you not in high spirits?"
Chapter completed!