I slowly opened my eyes, and the scene in front of me was still a bit of misty feeling, with exquisite mahogany bed frames, blue bed curtains painted with complex patterns, and screens with mountains, rivers, flowers and birds. The things in front of me slowly began to form images and entered my mind. Then a sensation of pain came. Huang Tao took a breath of cold air, frowned, closed his eyes, and gently pressed and rubbed them with his hands for a while before he could recover.

Slowly supported myself with both hands and leaned against the head of the bed. The scenes before began to gradually connect from fragments to a clear vein. I closed my eyes and thought for a long time, but then I couldn't help but complain.

"It's not scientific. It's obvious that there shouldn't be a problem for digging a hole in it..."

Open your eyes and look at the things around you again. An antique room seemed to have more ancient charm than the scenes created in the movie. The styles and crafts of various porcelains are very pure, and even the carvings of bronze mirrors on the wooden table not far away seemed to be the crafts of the Song Dynasty.

I lifted the quilt and moved my feet to the edge of the bed. I probably had been sleeping for a long time, and my hands and feet were still weak. The quilt and the quilt were all silk, which felt pretty good.

I rubbed my face with my hands and felt that the light in the room was a little dim, so I thought of getting up and finding the switch to turn on the light. Who knew that I had gone around the room and didn't find any modern-related equipment and tools. Then I felt helpless and came to the front of the mahogany table, tidying up my hair that had been messed up due to a long period of sleepiness, and then I was stunned.

The effect of the bronze mirror is not good, and the images reflected inside are slightly distorted and blurred, but the outline of the human face can still be roughly seen, but...

Who is in the mirror?!

I rubbed my face with both hands again, confirming that I was awake. When I looked in the mirror, I was still as before. The characters in the mirror looked quite delicate. I just don’t know if it was because of a long-term coma or other reasons. My eyes were a little unconscious and my body was long, but I noticed that I had been hollowed out by the wine and was thin and frivolous. I could feel this without looking in the mirror.

"What are you doing?! Is plastic surgery? Just do it like this?"

Huang Tao, who was usually easy-going and generous, couldn't help but get a little angry at this time. His originally healthy and powerful image was made into the sick and slutty young man now, and no one would be angry.

Pushing open the carved wooden door, the sunlight instantly squeezed into the originally dim room. Huang Tao couldn't help but turn his head and squint his eyes. When he gradually got used to it, he began to look at the scenery in the courtyard.

It can be seen that this is a courtyard courtyard, surrounded by a small white wall, leaving only a round small door in the middle, there is a pond, rockery, various trees and bonsai in the courtyard, and there is a small bamboo forest next to it. It seems that this should be a typical Su-style garden. The combination of various scenery is very particular, and it is more flavorful than many similar hotels I have stayed in before. I can't tell what this feels like, in short, it has a very ancient charm. Although Huang Tao himself does not know what the so-called ancient charm is, it is clearly giving him this feeling.

From the round door, it is also roughly a stone road and some trees. Some rocky scenery blocks the view. This is the case with the small bridges and flowing water, and the scenery is exquisite and exquisite, but it does not make people see it at a glance. It pays more attention to some meanings that are not satisfied, so that you can explore the things outside the sight.

Just as I was about to walk out of the round door, a girl's cry came from outside the round door.

"ah……!"

I turned my head and saw a little girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, with her big eyes full of surprise, surprise, or a little... horror?

After looking carefully, I found that the little girl had a maid bun on her head, a light green round-necked, narrow-sleeved dress that was long to her knees, a round neckline and a ribbon around her waist supported the girl's exquisite figure just right, and the youthful atmosphere that was about to bloom was about to emerge.

But what is this? Role-playing? Coss is quite similar? Are there girls who are dressed like this now and run around?

Since waking up, everything around him revealed an indescribable aura. Even Huang Tao was originally casual and free and easy, he couldn't help but fall silent at this time.

"Young Master, are you awake? Let's go back to the room and stay. I will report to the master now." The girl came over and wanted to help him back to the room.

Huang Tao's brows became tighter and tighter. He believed that no one would play such a prank when he was first recovering from a serious illness.

A bone-permeable coldness hit his whole body, and his chest seemed to be stagnant, making him almost breathless. Suddenly, a stinging pain came from his mind, and Young Master Huang, who had just woken up, was unconscious again.

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Seven days after waking up.

Huang Tao, now he should be named Chen Yue, and the fifth brother of the Chen family in Lin'an in the second year of Emperor Huangyou of the Great Song Dynasty, was sitting in the room when he woke up, looking at the book "The Great Learning" on the desk in a daze.

When he fainted in the yard, the memory of the owner in front of his body turned into a stream of complicated information and rushed into his mind, which made him almost feel like Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly after he woke up again, and he had no idea who he was.

With this memory, the "new Chen Yue" has now saved him a lot of troubles, and at the same time made him grit his teeth with hatred. At this time, "time travel" has become an iron-like fact before him. Everything in the past will become a distant dream and will never go back. His longing for his relatives in his previous life has made him feel stuck from waking up until now.

What's even more hateful is that when the homework assigned by the Chen family to "Chen Yue", the memory of the former person was almost useless. When he woke up from a coma for the first time, Chen Yue's injury had actually healed, but later the memory fusion made him look a little weaker, so it was not until today that the Chen family's parents re-arranged the next new homework.

In fact, the topics of this homework are very few than those of the later middle school students. There are only one question and eleven words:

Chapter 2 of "The Great Learning" and "Kang Gao" says: "Respect for virtue."

Judging from the memory obtained, Chen Yue should have written a strategy based on it as the topic. With his previous life practice of calligraphy and personal hobbies, Chen Yue asked himself that there was no big problem in explaining the literal meaning of this sentence, but it was just that "can promote good morals."

However, using the popular Four Six-Text styles in the Song Dynasty to use this sentence to use "The Great Learning", "Kang Gao", and later quoting "Da Jia" and "Imperial Dictation" to write an argumentative essay? It is impossible to write an argumentative essay!

Chen Yue lifted the pen a few times, and finally put it back on the inkstone helplessly. Why did others travel through time either have low-level monsters who took the initiative to come to the protagonist to give experience, or copy the poem to pick up girls with endless joy in life, and I am doing my homework here so hard?

With both hands, Chen Yue sighed, gently smoothed the rice paper on the table, picked up the brush from the inkstone again, venting his anger vigorously, and the seven large characters in Yanti appeared on the paper.

"Squeak--" With a sound, the little maid who specializes in serving Chen Yue took the plate. At this time, the Qingmei Drink, which the Song people often use, opened the door and walked in. "Young master... Young master, my wife asked me to send some food to relieve the fatigue of the young master." The girl's voice was a little cowardly, and her head was so low that she could only see her toes. She seemed to be a little afraid even when she looked at Chen Yue.

Chen Yue turned his head to look at the girl in front of him. She was thirteen or fourteen years old, with a pretty appearance, big and watery eyes, and a little baby fat on her cheeks. Although her figure had not yet developed, she was already delicate and stylish, with a standard beauty, and some cowardice were even more pity.

Chen Yue thought carefully that except for meeting him when he just woke up, there was no memory of this person in his mind. He was a little strange in his heart. He was so immersed in his heart that he looked at the girl for a long time without realizing it.

The girl stood with a plate on her back for a while. Seeing the "notorious" young master staring at her, she became even more panicked. She couldn't help but take two steps back, knocking her legs on the table and almost fell to the ground. A plate of soup in her hand splashed Chen Yue's face.

Chen Yue reacted, a little embarrassed for a moment, and wiped the green plum soup on his face with his hand. He didn't know how to explain the rudeness just now, but he didn't expect that the little loli had just stood firm and immediately knelt down and apologized. He hurriedly wiped the soup stains on Chen Yue's body with his sleeves. His pink and tender face turned pale and his body trembled a little.

Chen Yue was even more strange. He had never seen me for a few times, so how could he be afraid of myself so much? Could it be that my protagonist's halo was emitting and was surrounded by a domineering spirit? However, the beauty was on his side and his body was still enjoying it. So Chen Yue sat peacefully on the chair and waited for the little maid to finish it before asking: "What's your name? Why haven't I seen it before?"

The little maid did not dare to get up, knelt on the ground and lowered her head and replied, "Go back to the young master, I was originally a native of Nanlou Village outside the city. My father had no choice but to sue for the lawsuit, so I was sympathized with Sanniang. I bought the maid as a servant and gave her the name Xianer. I just transferred to the young master's room last month. I never thought that something happened to the young master. A few days ago, the elderly grandma Zhang took care of the young master. It was not until today that the female maid was distributed to the young master again."

After hearing this, Chen Yue roughly understood that most of the "slim" signed a lifelong contract, which was equivalent to selling himself to the Chen family. Chen Yue is now eighteen years old and is at the age of getting married. In ancient times, the family with rich customs usually arranged one or several girls to "learn" for men to "learn" for the men's bedding. These girls who are lucky enough to win the favor of their masters can have the title of a concubine. Often these girls can only be used like goods and have no personal rights. These girls do not have any moral good or bad, but the social atmosphere at that time is like this.

At this time, a close-fitting maid was suddenly arranged, who was also pretty and cute. Chen Yue’s mother’s meaning was obvious. Coupled with his previous bad deeds, it was normal for the little maid to be a little afraid.

After thinking it through, Chen Yue felt relieved and leaned over to help Xian'er up. When he touched Xian'er's body, he could clearly feel her petite body trembling suddenly. Chen Yue ignored it and still held Xian'er hard with his hands. He had to live together for a long time in the future. It was inevitable that there would be some physical contact. If he kept a distance at all times, how could he live this life? (Of course, it was just Chen Yue who thought so)

Seeing Xian'er standing by silently with a blushing face, Chen Yue decided to ease the atmosphere first, waved his hand, and signaled the little maid to come over.

Although Xian'er was reluctant, she had to move her little feet toward Chen Yue, "Let's see, how is this young master's handwriting written?"

"The owner of the building...is there... little Dingding..."

Xian'er looks cute and pleasing. She followed the old scholar in the village and was recognized by these simple words.

"Yes, I recognize them all, how about it?" Chen Yue used his hand to play rice paper. Calligraphy from elementary school is not useless. Not to mention the regular Yan style, even if later generations evaluate the cutting of gold and cutting jade, many people learn about his calligraphy, but few people who get his bone marrow are as thin as Chen Xing, who can still be quite capable of taking advantage of it.

Xian'er tilted her little head and frowned and replied, "The young master wrote good characters, which are better than what I have seen before. I just don't know what these seven characters mean?" Xian'er originally wanted to make a living, but she didn't expect that Chen Yue's characters seemed to be better than her proud works hanging on the wall of the old scholar's house in the village. She couldn't help but ask more curiously.

In fact, Chen Yue's calligraphy is naturally much better than that of an old scholar. If the calligraphy is not accumulated and practiced over time, even if he is talented, he will rarely get the samadhi. With the production conditions at this time, even in the middle-class family of the Song Dynasty, which is known as the world's wealth, there is no financial resources to provide a large amount of paper for practicing calligraphy, not to mention the printed rubbings that can be bought everywhere in later generations and the experience summarized from calligraphy in previous generations.

"Ahem, it's meaningless just to practice calligraphy." Chen Yue's goal has been achieved. Xian'er's ability to ask questions is a good start. Naturally, you have to take your time for others and try to maintain this sign and always slowly reverse your image.

"Ah, I'm talking too much, please punish me."

"Pa" Chen Yue, who was a little proud just now, immediately stepped down when he heard this sentence, and angrily slapped Xian'er's buttocks, "Don't be so restrained when you are here in the future, otherwise you will be punished like this!"

Xian'er cried out, and the dizziness on her face was burning to the base of her neck. The water vapor was spinning in her big eyes and almost burst into tears. Although the defenses of men and women at this time were far from as strict as those of later generations of Chen Zhu's Neo-Confucianism, even in the Tang Dynasty, which was known as enlightened and casual, the slap just now could be considered as "sexual assault".

Seeing that Chen Yue was overplaying, he quickly got up and pretended to bow, muttering something:

"You little lady is forgiven, but you are polite." Following the actions learned in the TV series in my memory, it seemed a bit inappropriate at this time.

Xian'er was amused and laughed, and turned around to wipe her tears.

"Ahem... That, Xian'er, I'm a little tired of practicing calligraphy. Let's go out and relax." Seeing that the little maid was still easy to coax, Chen Yue simply beat the snake and followed the stick to the topic. Without waiting for her to answer, he walked out first.

"Young Master, Young Master! I just wrote these words, and Sanniang asked in the evening..."

"Then let's talk about it later."

"Young Master..." Xian'er stomped her feet and had to chase her out and follow her. It seemed that the young master was still not in a positive shape, but it seemed to be as harsh as the legendary one, although it was a bit lustful...
Chapter completed!