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If I ask you, what are the consequences of being hit on the head by a book; You will definitely say: "That's a, it's just a book, it hurts for a while at most, it will be good if you rub it a few times, and the worst result is just a moment of confusion, and it will definitely not kill anyone." ”

Wang Feng also thought so, so when he saw his girlfriend who had been chasing for four years to get his hands on it, holding a copy of the luxurious Chinese version of "The Butterfly Effect" and throwing it at him, he chose to greet him with a cheap smile and combed his own middle-divided head.

However, the moment the corner of the book wrapped in copper sheets flew towards him with a wonderful arc, he realized how stupid his actions were, but everything was irreparable, and the position of the copper horn hit his fragile temple, and in the faint sound of brittle bones cracking, he fell to the ground with a bang, and was crushed to death by a book.

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"Childe, Childe, what's wrong with you?" The delicate voice shouted urgently, Wang Feng's head was in pain, and he wanted to shut up the voice, but he still opened his eyes, and it was not a joke to provoke his girlfriend, and he would be punished by not being able to go to bed for a few days to enjoy the charming ketone body.

What slowly appeared in front of him was a young little face with two grabbing mustaches, two big eyes that were about to tear up, and the red little mouth kept opening and closing to call him: "Childe, childe." ”

Son? Wang Feng was a little confused, who is this woman? Dressed like a maid, is she a nurse in a hospital? When did the hospital call the patient a son?

"Childe, you're awake, scared the little maid to death." The girl looked excited, and struggled to hold him by the head and help him up.

Wang Feng propped himself up and struggled to sit up in the direction of her force, smelling a curling scent of sandalwood at the end of his nose, he stared at the source of the fragrance, and finally he saw a hollow copper jar standing on the red wooden bench in the corner of the wall, and the bird's beak at the top of the copper jar spit faint green smoke.

In a blink of an eye, he saw spider plants, brocade stools, calligraphy and painting banners on the wall, and two large bookshelves full of books against the wall, and then he saw an antique desk behind him, on which a guqin could only be seen on TV, and then he saw the window opposite the desk, which was a pentagonal wooden prism window, covered with five-colored fine yarn, and a long sword hung on the wall next to the window.

Wang Feng opened his mouth, and before he could carefully sort out his thoughts, there was a bang in his head, as if a * was detonated in his head, and the exploding brain was in a daze, he suddenly felt that he had captured some information, but then the sharp pain took away his consciousness, he fell on his back and fainted.

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Wang Feng opened his eyes again in the early morning of the third day, in the past three days, he had a high fever all over his body, and his mouth was full of nonsense, but he was extremely conscious, he could hear many people crying by the bedside, and he also knew that someone fed the bitter liquid into his mouth, and he knew that it was medicine.

In fact, at dawn on the third day, Wang Feng was awake, he just didn't want to open his eyes to accept this fact, the mushy feeling in his mind had completely disappeared, and at the same time he knew that he had crossed over, and inherited all the memories of his physical body.

"Su Jin, sixteen years old, the only son of the Su family, one of the four wealthy families in Luzhou Prefecture, his father died, and his mother Wang was in charge of the family business." Wang Feng closed his eyes and muttered in his heart, he couldn't accept such a reality, he was a good elite college student of the Chinese Department in later generations, and was smashed to ancient times by a book, this dynasty is called the Song Dynasty, and this era is called Qingli.

"I'm a muddy Malegobi, what is this called, I and my lovely flower will be separated from time and space from now on, and I'm afraid that she will kill me with a book, and she will be arrested and locked up in the women's prison to wash the toilet; And my mom and dad, will I never see each other? Wang Feng couldn't stand the uproar in his heart.

"The first year of the calendar? Isn't this the era name of Song Renzong? Wang Feng's shallow knowledge of history really didn't have a specific impression of this era, but he Chinese a major and suddenly thought of a few names: "Fan Zhongyan...... Yan Shu ...... Ouyang Xiu...... Aren't these great writers of the Northern Song Dynasty all in this era? ”

Wang Feng opened his eyes and sat up suddenly, startling the two little maids around the bed.

"Childe, are you awake...... Great, Xiao'er, go and report to Madame......" The little maid in Tsing Yi exclaimed happily; Another little maid in pink hurriedly rushed out the door to report to the old lady.

Wang Feng's face was hideous, and he gritted his teeth and said: "If you come, you will be safe, just have some literary questions to discuss with these guys. ”

Mrs. Wang hurried to the room, holding Wang Feng's head and crying and laughing.

"Son, you're good, our family is your only seedling, if you have three long and two short, how can my mother explain to your father and the ancestors of the Su family......"

Wang Feng was wiped with her snot and tears, and finally broke free and said stiffly: "Isn't the child good, don't cry mother." ”

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm hungry, Xiao Sui'er quickly asked Aunt Wu to bring a bowl of bird's nest porridge, my poor child has been hungry for a few days, and look at this eye is sunken." As she spoke, Mrs. Wang's hands groped for Wang Feng's face again.

Wang Feng was strongly uncomfortable, but thinking that she was the biological mother of his own skin, and that kind of licking of the calf was real, so although he was not adaptable, he was not disgusted.

The hot bird's nest porridge was delivered, this thing Wang Feng had never eaten, but he didn't expect to pour meat here, and his stomach was really hungry, so he took the bowl and drank two bowls in a row in the eyes of everyone, and the distressed Mrs. Wang had tears rolling in her eyes.

Wang Feng was still waiting to drink again, and Mrs. Wang said: "Son, my body is weak after three days of food, and I should not eat too much, so I should nourish my stomach first, and slowly increase the amount of food, so as not to hurt my stomach." ”

Wang Feng knew that what she said made sense, so he stopped eating; The mother and son chatted a few words, and Mrs. Wang went to handle the business by herself, and instructed Xiao Sui'er and Xiao Mi'er to take care of her.

Wang Feng leaned on the head of the bed and chatted with the two little girls standing at the head of the bed, the two little girls were born in a poor family, asked them about the big people in the world today, they didn't know anything, and asked for a long time only to ask the current capital called Bianliang, based on this alone, Wang Feng sat down on his own judgment, the memory of this skin he possessed was extremely limited in this regard, and after careful searching, Wang Feng found that this son named Su Jin was a nerd who didn't listen to things outside the window and only read sage books, but the worldly people don't know anything.

Wang Feng rolled his eyes and said in his heart: "There really is such a person in the world. ”

He had a question in his heart that had not been solved, so he asked the little maid in Tsing Yi named Xiao Sui'er: "How did I faint, why I can't remember anything at all." ”

"Childe was knocked unconscious by a book that fell from the shelf." Spike replied crisply.

Wang Feng wanted to cry and laugh, the misfortune of an unfortunate person is always similar, he was smashed by a book, and the skin he possessed was actually killed by a book, Wang Feng suddenly thought interestingly: According to this inference, this nerd named Su Jin should also be crossed over to a person who was killed by a book in a certain dynasty, isn't this a confused account?

People are very adaptable, everyone has his trait of being at ease with what happens, and the same is true for Wang Feng; After only half a day after he came to his senses, he accepted his new identity with peace of mind.

Life is like that, instead of complaining, it is better to adapt and even enjoy, from today on, Wang Feng does not exist, and only Su Jin appears.

Su Jin stood in the small garden of a large mansion near the water on East Street of Luzhou Fu, facing the gardenias, wood roses and red begonias in full bloom for the first time in his life.

Su Jin's body is a little thin, but he is proficient in the knowledge of etiquette in the Four Books and Five Classics, poetry and books, but this Su Jin seems to be a master who does not understand affairs, which can be seen from the attitude of the people around him towards him, the Su family seems to treat themselves as children, and even the two maids who look younger than themselves, Xiao'er and Xiaosui'er, are talking to themselves like a big sister to a little brother.

Dressing to serve, eating to remind, sleep in the middle of the night and run from time to time to help him pull the quilt, during the day like two little tails they go wherever they go, they follow everywhere, tirelessly remind themselves to watch their feet, pay attention to the eyes, make Su Jin cry and laugh.

This guy seems to be a rich second-generation waste wood! The whole person is a disabled person who cannot take care of himself.

Wang Feng wondered a little wickedly whether this waste wood had something to do with the two tender little girls who had dripped water next to him, but it seemed that the situation was not as he expected, this waste wood had nothing to do with the girls around him, not only that, but even the young women in the house and the cooks under the kitchen didn't seem to have anything to do with this Su Jin.

Wang Feng was deeply disappointed, this is the Song Dynasty, could it be that the life style of the Ximen officials was fabricated by others? The book says that in the Song Dynasty, such things were commonplace, and did large families often have them? Fabrication, all fabrication! It's all liars who write books!