Liu Jun slowly woke up.

There was a voice calling in the darkness, which was a gentle and unfamiliar voice. He reached out to touch the bedside lamp, and after a few times, he didn't find anything. He reached out to touch the cell phone on the bedside table, but he felt empty again.

"Master Jun Er, are you awake? Do you want to have tea?" The gentle voice became clearer, and then after a sound, the room became brighter.

Liu Jun narrowed his eyes and looked around. The first thing he saw was a bedroom full of Ming and Qing style, with a bed with a door frame. There was a bamboo basket for clothes and a high basin rack next to the bed, a towel was placed on the top of the rack, and a floor-to-ceiling clothes rack and a large coat box placed on a low cabinet.

On the side of the bed is a four-piece cabinet, one for several tables, and a high-backed southern official hat chair is placed on both sides. A square table is placed near it, with a set of tea sets on it, and a few stools are randomly scattered beside the table.

There are not many furniture in the room, but the few pieces of furniture make the bedroom look a bit sparse and open, and it also reflects a simple, elegant, dignified and steady temperament.

"Where am I?"

Liu Jun was very surprised that when he saw those furniture, his names would appear in his mind, such as the bed with door circumference, high basin rack, four-piece cabinet, and official hat chair. He knew that he should never know these. He might have seen these ancient furniture in TV and movies, but it was impossible for him to even know the names of these furniture so clearly.

"Master Jun Er, of course you are at home." This time the voice was clear and sounded in his ears.

Liu Jun turned his head and suddenly realized that he hadn't noticed that there was another person in the room just now, a pretty but a little immature girl, very slim and even obviously not growing, wearing a pair of buns, wearing a blue robe, with clear eyebrows and cherry mouth, and no natural appearance of makeup.

She stood beside the bed, the walls around the bed were surrounded by painting screens, with a canopy on the top, like a room in the room, and Liu Jun didn't notice her just now.

Seeing such a pure and beautiful little girl, Liu Jun became more and more confused. What exactly is this?

"Are you?" Looking at her, Liu Jun was extremely unfamiliar.

"Jun Er was really drunk yesterday. Why can't I remember it? It's not my baby or someone else. There will be no one here to serve you all night." The little girl's voice was soft and gentle, but her mouth was very sharp, "Do you want to drink tea? I'll pour it for you."

Liu Jun nodded to her, then swept the bedroom again with sleepy eyes. An oil lamp was shining in the room. It was pitch black outside, as if it was not yet dawn in the middle of the night. Is this a dream?

He was confused. How could he wake up in a bedroom full of Ming Dynasty furniture, and there was a little girl with sharp teeth, clear eyebrows, pure eyes and pure eyes?

At this time, his eyes gathered on a slightly wrinkled paper on the flat bedside table. There was a portrait on it, which depicted a long and thin man in his thirty-year-old wearing a white pointed old felt hat, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a beard on his head, and a green cloth sheepskin robe with iron armor, a arched back and a sword hanging on his waist. He was a very tough man.

Under this very good portrait, there is another poem: This is a rebel from Gucheng, but now the dog's life is dead. Xing'an, Pingli travels all directions, and the heavenly soldiers are catching up. They flee to change their names and surnames, and they escape to hide in the dark night. Military and civilians and others are tied up to surrender, and they are jade-belted and brocaded clothes are promoted. There is also a line of larger characters below, "Those who can capture Zhang Xianzhong will be rewarded with tens of gold and the title of Tonghou."

Liu Jun frowned, Zhang Xianzhong?

As soon as he said this name, a large number of memories immediately emerged in his mind.

"Zhang Xianzhong, the leader of the peasant uprising in the late Ming Dynasty, established the Daxi regime. He was as famous as Li Zicheng. Later, the Qing army advanced southward, and Zhang Xianzhong led his troops to resist the war and died of defeat. It is said that he was from Shaanxi and was a fellow villager with Li Zicheng. When he was young, he studied and worked as a constable. He was dismissed for his post and joined the army. He was removed from office for breaking the law and later became the leader of the peasant army."

"Damn!" Liu Jun couldn't help but whisper. Zhang Xianzhong, a hero who was as famous as the King of Breaking King Li Zicheng in the late Ming Dynasty, why did the wanted order in his hand actually want Zhang Xianzhong? He must be dreaming. All of this is too strange and difficult to explain. This strange bedroom, the strange girl, and this inexplicable reward notice from Zhang Xianzhong.

Liu Jun reached out to get the wrinkled paper, and then was stunned again, with a little abnormality in his hand.

The hand stretched out, and the wide sleeves slid down the elbow, revealing the strong arm. It was obviously not my hand, and my arm was also very strong, but it was very white. But what happened to this arm now? The arm was thick and dark. After pinching, red appeared on the pinched arm, and the pain came back from there, which hurts so much.

Liu Jun was really confused, something was very wrong.

"Jun Er, the tea is ready." Abao's voice sounded again.

"Let's go, I don't want to drink it now," said Liu Jun.

"If you can't sleep, just enjoy me, right? You haven't been so busy with people back and forth. You have to drink it for a while, but you don't want to drink it after getting it." Abao pouted, without any awareness of lowering his voice, and said without any scruples in front of Liu Jun, "You are such a master."

"Bao, do you know this Zhang Xianzhong?" Liu Junyang said the reward notice in his hand.

Abao curled his lips and looked at him with some contempt.

"No one of Zhang Xianzhong, the 'Eight Kings', is known. It is said that he studied in his youth and worked as a constable in Yan'an Prefecture. He was dismissed for his post and joined the army. He was also killed for violating military rules. As a result, the general saw that he was strange in appearance and spared his life. He was responsible for one hundred military sticks and then dismissed him from the army.

Later, he rebelled and called himself the Eight Kings, and the thieves also called it Huanghu. The rebels under his command were the strongest battalions among the 36th battalions when Wang Ziyong was the leader of the rebel army. Later, when the rebels Gao Yingxiang was the leader of the rebel army, he was one of the thirteen families of Gao Zhe.

Four years ago, he led his troops to Fengyang, cut down hundreds of thousands of pine and cypress trees from the imperial tomb, demolished the Longxing Temple where Taizu became a monk, and then dug the emperor's ancestral tomb, killing all the wealthy families in Fengyang.

Just at the beginning of the month, Zhang thief, who had been recruited by the court, killed officials and rebelled in Gucheng. The court had sent Prime Minister Xiong and Yang to mobilize troops to encircle and suppress them. The one in your hand is the notice that the court offered a reward for Zhang thief. If you can kill Zhang thief, you can get a reward of ten thousand taels of gold, and what about the title of Tonghou."

Listening to Abao's long and loud words, Zhang Jun was so impressed that he was so impressed. Abao looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, probably only a junior high school student. Why is this so? No, something is wrong. Bao just said that just at the beginning of the month, Zhang Xianzhong killed his official and rebelled again. Zhang Xianzhong was the leader of the bandit in the late Ming Dynasty. Now?

"Abao, what year is it now?"

"Ji Mao, born in the rabbit."

"What year name?" In response to Abao's suspicious gaze, Zhang Jun gritted his teeth and asked again, Jimao, what year it was, the year of the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches was repeated once in sixty years.

"Since Jun Er Master is still drunk, then lie down for a while and don't use Abao to have fun." Abao seemed a little unhappy. She seemed to think that this problem was deliberately using her to have fun. Does Young Master Jun think she is so stupid and doesn't even remember what year it was this year?

"You definitely don't remember." Yi Feng saw that it was impossible, so he turned around. Sure enough, Abao snorted and raised his little head, "It's May of the 12th year of Chongzhen. It has been 271 years since the founding of Taizu of the Ming Dynasty. Young Master, are you talking about Abao right?"

Liu Jun tried his best to keep his tone calm, "Abao is so smart. Oh, I'm a little sleepy again. Will you be fine if you let me lie alone?"

"Well, I'll wait outside, call me if you have something to do." Abao nodded, helped Liu Jun lie down, carefully covered him with a quilt, then turned around and picked up the oil lamp and left the bedroom.

When Abao left, Liu Jun sat up, picked up the reward notice again, and frowned at the portrait of Zhang Xianzhong, the bearded thief leader above.

He has basically confirmed that this is not a prank or a dream. Although it is strange and even better than a dream, his reason is telling himself that all this is true. This is no longer the world he is familiar with, but the end of the Ming Dynasty in the twelfth year of Chongzhen and the twelfth year of the Ming Dynasty.

Oh my God, what are you kidding?

"Twelve years of Chongzhen!" Liu Jun shook his head and muttered bitterly, "More than three hundred years ago?"

"Damn!" He couldn't help but curse again. When he thought of the twelve years of Chongzhen, many memories suddenly surged in his mind.

"In the 12th year of Chongzhen, 1639 AD, there were five years before the demise of the Ming Dynasty. Five years later, in the 17th year of Chongzhen in the Ming Dynasty, Li Zicheng attacked Beijing, and Emperor Chongzhen hanged himself in Coal Mountain. The last Central Plains dynasty established by the Han people in Chinese history was destroyed. It lasted for twelve generations, sixteen emperors, and the country's reign of 276 years..."
Chapter completed!