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If I ask you what the consequences will be if you are hit on the head by a book, you will definitely say: "That's a bullshit, it's just a book. It will hurt for a while at most, and it will be cured after a few rubs. The worst result is
It's just a moment of confusion, and it will definitely not kill anyone."
Wang Feng thought so too, so when he saw his beautiful girlfriend who he had been chasing for four years throwing at him with a deluxe Chinese version of "The Butterfly Effect" in a coquettish way, he chose the one with a mean look.
A smile greeted her with her middle-parted head.
However, when the corner of the book wrapped in copper sheets flew toward him with a beautiful arc, he realized how stupid his behavior was, but everything was irreversible. The impact of the copper corner hit his fragile body exactly.
At his temple, with an inaudible sound of brittle bones cracking, he fell to the ground and was crushed to death by a book.
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"Master, Master, what's wrong with you?" A delicate voice shouted urgently. Wang Feng's head hurt and cracked. He wanted to tell that voice to shut up, but he still opened his eyes. It was no joke to offend his girlfriend.
Yes, you will be punished by not being able to go to bed and enjoy those charming ketones for a few days.
What slowly appeared in front of him was a young face with a pair of hair, two big eyes that were about to burst into tears, and a small red mouth that kept opening and closing, calling him: "Young Master, Young Master."
Young Master? Wang Feng is a little confused. Who is this woman? She is dressed like a maid. Is she a nurse in the hospital? When did it become fashionable for hospitals to call patients Young Master?
"Sir, you're awake, you scared me to death." The girl looked excited and struggled to hold his head and help him up.
Wang Feng pushed himself up and struggled to sit up in the direction of her strength. He smelled the scent of sandalwood on his nose. He stared blankly to find the source of the scent. Finally, he saw a red wooden stool standing in the corner.
It's a hollow copper jar, with a faint green smoke coming out of the bird's mouth on the top of the jar.
Turning his eyes again, he saw the spider plant, the brocade stool, the calligraphy and painting banners on the wall, and two large full bookshelves against the wall. Then he saw an antique table behind him.
A guqin, which can only be seen on TV, was placed on top of it. Then he saw the window opposite the desk. It was a pentagonal wooden window, covered with five-color gauze. On the wall next to the window
A long sword hangs.
Wang Feng was speechless. Before he could sort out his thoughts, there was a loud bang in his head, as if a detonator was detonated in his head. The brain matter inside was confused and messy. He suddenly felt that he had captured some information, but immediately
Then the severe pain took away his consciousness, and he fell on his back and passed out.
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It was the early morning of the third day when Wang Feng opened his eyes again. In the past three days, he had been suffering from a high fever and was talking nonsense. However, his consciousness was extremely clear. He could hear many people crying beside the bed, and he also knew that someone was about to
The bitter liquid was fed into his mouth, and he knew it was medicine.
In fact, at dawn on the third day, Wang Feng woke up. He was just unwilling to open his eyes and accept the fact. The mushy feeling in his mind had completely disappeared. At the same time, he knew that he had traveled through time and inherited his own body.
of all memories.
"Su Jin, sixteen years old, is the only son of the Su family, one of the four richest families in Luzhou Prefecture. His father passed away and his mother, Wang, is in charge of the family business." Wang Feng closed his eyes and muttered in his heart. He could not accept this reality. He wanted to be a good person for future generations.
A college student from the elite department was struck by a book about ancient times. This dynasty was called the Song Dynasty, and the year was called Qingli.
"I'm in the desert, what's this? My lovely Xihua and I will be separated by time and space from now on. And I'm afraid she will kill me with a book and she will be arrested and locked up in a women's prison.
I'm cleaning the toilet; and my parents, will I never see them again?" Wang Feng was so upset that he couldn't bear it.
"The first year of Qingli? Isn't this the reign name of Song Renzong?" Wang Feng's shallow historical knowledge really has no specific impression of this era, but as a Chinese major, he suddenly thought of a few names: "Fan Zhongyan... Yan Shu... Ouyang Xiu...
…Aren’t these great writers of the Northern Song Dynasty all from this era?”
Wang Feng opened his eyes and sat up suddenly, startling the two maids surrounding the bed.
"Master, you're awake... That's great, Xiaomi'er, go and report to the madam..." The maid in green clothes shouted happily; the other maid in pink clothes hurried out to report to the old lady.
Wang Feng's face was ferocious, and he gritted his teeth and said: "I'll take care of myself as I come. I happen to have some literary questions that I need to discuss with these guys. If I lose something and gain it by chance, I'll treat it as if I've been assigned to support. I can be regarded as a professional counterpart at least."
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Mrs. Wang hurried to the room, holding Wang Feng's head and crying and laughing.
"Son, how are you doing? You are the only one in our family. If you have a problem, how will you explain it to your father and the ancestors of the Su family..."
Wang Feng was wiped all over by her nose and tears. He finally broke away and said bravely: "Isn't my child fine? Mother, please stop crying."
"Yes, yes, I'm hungry. Xiao Sui'er, please ask Aunt Wu to bring a bowl of bird's nest porridge. My poor son has been hungry for several days. Look at his eyes, which are sunken." As he said this, Mrs. Wang's eyes were sunken.
His hands groped for Wang Feng's face again.
Wang Feng was strongly uncomfortable with it, but considering that she was the biological mother of his skinny body, and the affection for licking the calf was real, he didn't feel disgusted even though he didn't adapt to it.
The hot bird's nest porridge was served. Wang Feng had never eaten this before. He didn't expect to eat the meat here. He was really hungry. He immediately took the bowl and drank two in a row while everyone looked at him with concern.
Bowl, tears welled up in the eyes of the distressed Mrs. Wang.
Wang Feng was waiting to drink again, but Mrs. Wang said: "Son, my body is weak after not eating for three days. It is not advisable to eat too much. First, nourish the stomach, and slowly increase the food intake to avoid hurting the stomach."
Wang Feng knew what she said was right, so he stopped eating. The mother and son chatted for a while, and Mrs. Wang went to handle business, instructing Xiao Sui'er and Xiao Mi'er to take good care of them.
Wang Feng was leaning on the bedside and chatting with the two little girls standing by the bedside. The two little girls were born in poor families. When asked about the big shots in the world today, they knew nothing about them. After asking them for a long time, they only found out that the current capital is called Bianliang.
Based on this alone, Wang Feng confirmed his judgment. The memory of the skin he possessed contained extremely limited information. After searching carefully, Wang Feng discovered that the young master named Su Jin was an amputee.
A nerd who doesn't listen to what's going on outside the window and only reads books about saints and sages. He knows a little about playing, playing, chess, calligraphy and painting, but knows nothing about worldly ways and human feelings.
Wang Feng rolled his eyes and thought to himself: "There really are such people in the world."
There was a question in his mind that remained unsolved, so he asked the young maid named Xiao Suier, "How did I faint? Why can't I remember anything?"
"Young master was knocked unconscious by a book that fell from the bookshelf." Xiao Sui'er answered crisply.
Wang Feng wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. Unlucky people always have similar misfortunes. He was hit by a book and traveled through time. The body he possessed was also hit by a book. Wang Feng suddenly thought interestingly: According to this inference
, this nerd named Su Jin should also be transported to a certain person in a certain dynasty who was being smashed to death by books. Isn’t this a confusing account?
People are very adaptable, and everyone has their ability to be happy with the situation, and Wang Feng is the same; only half a day after waking up, he accepted his new identity with peace of mind.
Life is like that. Instead of complaining, it is better to adapt or even enjoy it. From today on, Wang Feng no longer exists, and only Su Jin and Haitang appear. For the first time in his life, he began to think seriously about life.
Su Jin's body is a bit thin, but he is well versed in the Four Books and Five Classics, poems and etiquette knowledge. However, this Su Jin seems to be a dull and ignorant master of affairs. This can be seen from the attitude of the people around him towards him.
Everyone in the family seems to treat me like a child. Even the two maids Xiao Mi'er and Xiao Sui'er, who appear to be younger than me, talk to me like a big sister talking to a little brother.
He had to be served when he was getting dressed, reminded when he was eating, and would come to help him pull the quilt from time to time when he was sleeping. During the day, they would follow him wherever he went like two little tails, constantly reminding himself to watch his step and pay attention to what was in front of him.
, making Su Jin dumbfounded.
This guy seems to be a rich second-generation loser! He is a disabled person who cannot take care of himself.
Wang Feng wondered evilly whether this loser had anything to do with the two dripping little girls around him, but it seemed that the situation was not what he expected. This loser had nothing to do with the girls around him.
Not only that, not even the young women in the house or the cooks in the kitchen seemed to have any ulterior relationship with this Su Jin.
Wang Feng was deeply disappointed. This was the Song Dynasty. Could it be that the life style of the high-ranking officials in Ximen was fabricated by others? The book said that in the Song Dynasty, such things were commonplace. Did they happen to wealthy families? It was all fabricated.
It’s a fabrication! Those who wrote the book are all liars!dd