Lin Daokuan opened his eyes for the first time, holding his forehead, just about to sit up, and found that he was in a strange space, absolutely strange.
The thick furniture and the thin quilt make the whole room exude an antique flavor. Sitting by the bed is a woman in ancient costume. She has a white undergarment with dark pink flowers printed on it. The narrow sleeves are short and half of her forearm is exposed. She is placed lightly on her knees. The beige trousers are soft and relatively soft. Short, the ankles are covered by white stockings, the feet wear pink embroidered shoes, the hair is halved, tied behind the ears, there is a big pink flower on the top of the head, the face of a small melon seed, the head is tilted on the right shoulder, it seems to be asleep .
Where is this? Did you cross it by yourself? Or read too much through novels, daydreaming
Lin Daokuan moved his legs gently, but found no physical discomfort. Just before getting out of bed, the bed swayed slightly due to her body twisting. The woman sitting on the edge of the bed was startled and slowly opened her eyes. Seeing that Lin Daokuan was about to get out of bed, his eyes were immediately rounded.
"The King of Letters is awake! The King of Letters is awake!"
With a low cry, the silence was immediately broken. The steps inside and outside the house were suddenly chaotic, and groups of women and men poured in from every corner of the house.
An old man in sixties separated from the crowd, stepped forward, lightly picked up Lin Daokuan's left hand, squinted his eyes with a solemn expression, began to pulse, and soon his face showed a relaxed joy.
"It's okay. Your Royal Highness, your body is still a little weak. As long as you stay in bed and recuperate according to the old man's order, you can get out of bed within three days." The old man arched his hand and left.
Everyone was happy.
The woman sitting by the bed just now shouted: "Xiao Ning, take the medicine according to the imperial doctor's order, fry it and bring it up."
"Believe the king? The doctor?" Lin Daokan muttered silently, looking at the clothes in front of him, he was dumbfounded. He wanted to sit up and look at the other arrangements of the room.
"His Royal Highness, Lie down." The woman called again, turning gentle and concerned.
Lin Daokuan lay down according to Yan. He didn't know what happened and what environment he was in. The most important thing at the moment is to understand his situation.
"I am..."
"His Royal Highness needs a rest, go out first!" The woman's tone was calm, but she couldn't allow others to refuse.
Although everyone was dissatisfied, they could only file out under the urging of the woman.
"you are… "
"I'm the maid next to King Xin, Wan'er, your Highness forgot?" The woman looked at Lin Daokuan with a smile, but frowned slightly. She seemed concerned and anxious, for fear that Lin Daokuan would not recognize herself.
"Wan'er?" Lin Daokuan was puzzled, vaguely familiar, but couldn't remember who it was.
"His Royal Highness was hunting the day before. The mount was hit by Father Tu's horse and fell off the horse. She has been sleeping for two days and two nights." The woman seemed to be coaxing Lin Daokuan, but her face was very worried.
"Father Tu?" Lin Daokuan was even more puzzled.
"It's Tu Wenfu from Dongchang."
Lin Daokuan seemed to think of something, but vaguely, he couldn't figure it out. Thinking with closed eyes is his habit, he has to think quietly. Dongchang must be the Ming Dynasty. Although I studied science and engineering, my historical achievements were not bad, coupled with nationalism, I am still very familiar with the history of national struggle, but there are too many princes in Chinese history, who remembers Qingxin Wang? Not to mention remembering who the court lady Wan'er is.
"I'm thirsty, Wan'er, pour me a glass of water." Delay time by drinking water to see if you can remember anything.
"Yes, Your Highness." Wan'er is very capable, and she does not make things muddled. She replied and immediately gave Lin Dao Kuan a glass of warm water.
After drinking the water, Lin Daokuan still didn't remember who the King of Letters was, so he had to cover his head and pretend to sleep. He wanted to connect his thoughts together.
"His Royal Highness, you have not eaten for two days, do you want to have a snack first?" Wan'er's concern was everywhere.
"I'm not hungry yet. I want to rest for a while. Don't let people disturb me." Without clarifying his thoughts, how can Lin Daokuan want to eat? He doesn't feel hungry at all.