"Osmanthus scented ......"

It's still that dream-like feeling, the soul seems to fill the air, absorbing the content and gradually possessing the body.

When the five senses start to work again, the first thing that works on the outside world is the nose, a faint fragrance, not like perfume, not like incense, as if you are in a flower bush of fragrant wind.

"Summer ......"

Then the hearing was restored, and the cicadas chirped in their ears.

"It's a big auditorium with a thick roof...... I hope it's not a cave! ”

The body also felt it, and there was no coolness of air conditioning, but the temperature was very comfortable.

Given that you can hear the cicadas, it's certainly not the basement. The best places to keep the room warm in summer are the old-fashioned halls, temples and caves.

"The bed was a bit hard...... Don't be Nima's coffin, right!? ”

I moved my fingers slightly, and the ones I wore under my body and those on my body were silky smooth everywhere I went. This is not a good phenomenon, generally people who can wear silk and satin to lie on the hard board are basically hanging, this is called wrapping!

“…… Damn, this big house is amazing! ”

In order to make sure that he was not in the coffin, Hong Tao had to quietly open one eye. After a short period of a few seconds of acclimatization, the first thing that catches your eye is the intricate wood carvings and floral patterns on the roof, which are on every beam and column, and there is no white space.

"Bao Buqi is a mortuary in the temple......"

This architectural model, Hong Tao remembers the most is the Lama Temple and the Forbidden City. Lying in such a place in silk and satin, the most reasonable explanation seems to be hanging!

"No, it won't! There is also a burial ...... Isn't it too forward this time! ”

Now he had to pass through the stage of holding his breath and contemplation after being reborn, and then open his other eye, and then use his neck to look to the left...... It is a wooden board with a delicate pattern painted on it. With my own artistic attainments, I really can't see useful information.

Take a look at the right again...... If it were a different person, it would have to jump up in fright. But Hong Tao, the old monster, has already made dozens of predictions in advance, after all, it is not the first time to experience this kind of thing, even if he opens his eyes and sees the alien, there will not be too many emotional fluctuations.

To his right lay a woman, with a miserable white face, blood-red lips, and black eyebrows...... How do you look like you have been buried with makeup, and the makeup artist of the funeral home has cut corners, and the cosmetics used are very inferior.

"Looks like a living ......"

However, this woman's facial features are quite exquisite, even if she is dead, she does not look hideous, and even has a soft temperament. Hong Tao has never minded taking a few more glances at beautiful things, and he doesn't care whether he lives or dies.

So the problem came again, she didn't seem to be dead, just asleep. As her chest rose and fell slightly, and hot breath came out of her mouth and nose, the fragrance of osmanthus came to her face with her breathing.

"Dressed in satin, lying in a large house with carved beams, and a sick beauty beside her...... Buddy won't be wearing it on Jia Baoyu! ”

Through the information he had just collected, Hong Tao had a preliminary judgment on his Nth life, and then a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It's not easy, my luck in the previous lives was not very good, I always can't do without the toiling masses when I wear and wear, and I have to run for life when I open my eyes, no matter what results I have achieved in the end, it is very inconsistent with my temperament.

Jia Baoyu is good, she doesn't worry about eating or drinking, and there are still a large group of girls around her, and she can't drive away. As long as you can exercise more and exercise a little moderation, don't make a loss of waist and kidneys, even if you have a group of wives and concubines in this life!

As for the problem that Jiafu eventually declined and was dilapidated, and he had to be displaced, Hong Tao felt that it was really not a problem. We don't have other skills, so it's okay to find a thick leg for the family to hug, and stand in line correctly every time.

"This dress seems to be a little familiar, it doesn't look like a ...... of the Qing Dynasty"

But when Bao Erye's excitement hadn't gotten up yet, Hong Tao frowned again, and the dress of the young woman next to him made him a little vague about the current era.

A low-cut strapless sleeveless pale yellow top with a very light fabric, and even the small bulges inside are faintly visible. The lower body is loose and fat pants, and the fabric is the same as the top, much like the pajama pants of later generations, but there is no crotch.

If you change this woman's face to Jiang Zhuyi, it will be 100% what she looked like when she slept with her in the restaurant. This kind of blouse is the profane clothes of women in the Song Dynasty, and the name is belly wrapping. It is still more subtle, and the more daring women will wear a shorter, lower-cut underwear called a bandeau top.

And the loose and fat cropped pants are the profane pants of the women of the Song Dynasty, and they usually have to put on an apron outside, and then put on a long gown such as a gown. Women who need to work will also wear a dress similar to modern culottes for convenience, omitting a skirt called a loincloth.

"It seems that the foreigner's technology is still reliable, and I'm back after a circle!"

In order to confirm his guess, Hong Tao propped up his upper body with his arms and looked at his outfit, then breathed a sigh of relief and lay back on the bed.

His shirt was a gauzy chin collar gown, cropped pants of the same texture, and he was barefoot without socks.

Hong Tao didn't know what the men's underwear was during Jia Baoyu's period, but the underwear on his body was basically the same as the men's underwear of the Song Dynasty that he had seen before.

The top is called an undershirt, and yes, it is an undershirt. This word is not a foreign language, it has been around since the Han Dynasty. The pants below are called knee pants, which is ridiculous to say, and the pants of the Song Dynasty are not divided into men and women, only the color and size are different.

"Da Lang...... When you wake up, does your head hurt? ”

It may be that the movement of lying down is a bit loud, and the woman next to her is woken up. The first sentence after she opened her eyes made Hong Tao's heart tremble: Da Lang! This Nima can't have traveled to the Golden Lotus family!

It doesn't seem right, I just looked up, and it doesn't seem to be short......

“…… It's still a little painful......"

Hong Tao didn't know who this woman was, and he didn't know what his identity was, so he didn't even dare to call him at will, so he could only follow her and say it first.

Speaking of this woman, Hong Tao was a little unbearable after just a glance. She has a very delicate face, or very delicate and small, and is beautiful according to her own aesthetic standards, but there is a strong sense of sadness between her eyebrows.

Lang Zhong said that Da Lang was kicked on the head by the horse's hooves, and he was afraid that he would faint for a while, and if he didn't wake up, he would have to bother the doctor to diagnose and treat him. I was going to go into the palace tomorrow to beg Niangniang, but how did I know that Da Lang woke up so quickly. At this time, the woman showed a little smile on her face, and it could be seen that she was really happy that Hong Tao woke up.

“…… I let the horse kick in the head! Whose horse? Hong Tao was also very happy, there was a lot of information in this sentence. The first is the issue of compensation, the ancient horse is equivalent to a car, the car hit itself, how can you pay some money.

If you want to ask what the first priority is after the crossing, Hong Tao doesn't have to think about it, it's just one word, money!

No matter how you want to live or what you want to do in the future, you can't do it without money. Instead of bothering your brain to fight for the first pot of gold, it is obviously more time-saving and labor-saving to get some traffic accident compensation.

Of course, it's very important to be hit by a car, if it's a small QQ, it is estimated that it can't be faked, if it's a luxury car...... It's going to have to be a little bit of an idea.

“…… Did Da Lang forget? It's your favorite green horse......" It's a pity that the woman's words said that Hong Tao's idea of no effort was gone, and it was a good idea that he had an accident while driving, and it was already a blessing not to compensate others.

"Uh...... Maybe the kick was a bit heavy and I couldn't remember anything...... Can you tell me first about who I am? Who are you? ”

The first pot of gold is gone, and I have to find some compensation. Sooner or later, the identity problem will have to be faced, and instead of thinking of various reasons, it is better to take this opportunity to find out first. We were kicked in the head by a donkey, and there is a good reason!

"Don't laugh with the concubine, Da Lang......" The little smile that had just appeared on the woman's face suddenly disappeared, and she got very close, trying to see the correct answer from Hong Tao's face.

"I'm not joking, my head was empty when I opened my eyes just now, and I can't even remember what my name is." Looking at this miserable and delicate little face close at hand, Hong Tao decided to take a risk, as if she would not take the opportunity to harm herself.

"Don't panic, don't panic, the concubine will go to the palace to ask for a doctor...... Lian'er! Lian'er! Hong Tao seemed to have taken the right risk, and the woman's expression was panic and anxiety, but there was no trace of joy.