Ling Song lay under the quilt, pricking up his ears to listen to the movement outside the door.
The beating of the heart was very clear in the dark.
He tiptoed out of bed, groped to the desk, tried his best, and turned on the desk lamp.
The moment the light was turned on, Ling Song swallowed subconsciously, stretched out his hand, and touched the light bulb carefully. He was startled by the slightly hot touch, so he quickly withdrew his hand and rubbed his fingers again.
Everything here makes him feel incredible.
He came to this place five days ago.
There was still a burning pain in his throat when the poisonous wine was scratched, and he opened his eyes again, and he had come to this strange and strange world.
He didn't expect that he could still be alive, and he could still see his father, queen mother, and prince brother who died young, although their clothes and dresses had completely changed, they spoke strange words, and they didn't even know him.
Ling Song thought, if they weren't crazy, then he himself was crazy.
In the next five days, he carefully observed the words and deeds of the people around him, and calmly recorded the usage of those strange things he had never seen before. No matter how shocked and timid he was, he tried to maintain calm on his face, Let people see it.
He has been the emperor for five years, and he has learned 70% to 80% of his ability to pretend, which is barely enough.
Taking a deep breath, Ling Song looked around with the help of the light.
This room is far less resplendent than his previous dormitory, but his dormitory does not have a light that can be turned on with a single push, especially the one above the head, which is much brighter than the night pearl, which is really rare.
There was more here that he didn't recognize.
But these are not the most important.
Ling Song's eyes fell on the bookcase in the corner, walked over, and scanned it from top to bottom.
The words here are not the same as the ones he knows, and they are not too different. Even guessing and guessing, the meaning can be understood roughly, which is the content inside...
He picked out a copy of "A Brief History of Time" casually, and after turning two pages, Ling Song put it back with a blank expression.
Finally, he saw the "General History of China" in the bottom row of the bookshelf, which contained more than twenty volumes.
After pausing for two seconds on "General History of China Cheng", Ling Song pulled out these two volumes.
The books here are arranged horizontally from left to right. He is not used to it, but now is not the time to worry about it.
What was written in the first book was all about the first few generations of the Cheng Dynasty. Ling Song roughly flipped through it, and there were some discrepancies with what he knew about the details, and there was generally no problem.
He picked up the second volume, turned to the end, and finally saw the record about him, Emperor Yong'an.
It turned out that he was the king of subjugation.
After his death, the Prince Regent went on a killing spree, almost killing all of Ling's descendants.
In the end, the rebel army invaded Beijing and surrounded the palace. The regent held his imperial sword and walked up the gate tower of the palace alone. He was pierced by thousands of arrows and died.
Ling Song sniffed, not knowing whether it was worse for him or the prince regent.
After being in a daze for a few seconds, he pulled out the history book at the back and continued to read.
It turned out that this place was not a different world, but more than four hundred years after his time.
There is no emperor in this place, only the government.
Everything has already been turned upside down.
Four hundred years passed by in a flash.
The former Emperor Yong'an became an insignificant stroke in the history books, completely covered up in the billowing dust of history.
Ling Song curled up under the bookcase and fell into a deep sleep, with books scattered all over the floor.
In his nightmare, he dreamed of those sharp and cold eyes from time to time, and he was so frightened that he stepped back again and again, but there was no way to retreat.
Huo Ran opened his eyes, the sky was bright.
The sunlight outside the window spilled in through the undrawn curtains, those in the dream were indeed just dreams.
Ling Song got up, twisted his sore neck, and found that he was covered in hot sticky sweat.
There was a knock on the door, and it was his brother's voice: "Xiao Song, are you up yet? I'm coming in."
Before Ling Song could reply, the door of the room was pushed open from the outside.
Ling Jie came in and looked at him with a smile: "Why are you sleeping on the floor? Are you reading a book?"
Ling Song scratched his face, a little embarrassed, not knowing what to say.
Ling Jie came over and rubbed his head: "Hurry up and take a shower, Mom asked me to wake you up for breakfast."
Ling Song nodded indiscriminately: "Okay."
Walking into the bathroom and closing the door, he calmly took off his clothes and turned on the shower.
Among other things, these rare and good things after four hundred years are really good, and the life of the people here is no worse than that of the emperor.
Everything back then was just a nightmare, and after four hundred years, he would never go back.
When he went downstairs after taking a shower, the whole family was already sitting at the dining table waiting for him.
His father, queen mother, brother of the prince, sister-in-law of the concubine and nephew of the prince were all there.
He had accepted the fact that he came four hundred years later, Ling Song suddenly felt that God treated him well, not only allowed him to live again, but also returned his family to him.
Even if they don't remember the past.
But don't remember, that's okay.
Mother Ling looked at her youngest son worriedly: "Does Xiao Song still have a headache? Did you think of anything?"
Ling Song could only laugh, feeling a little guilty.
He didn't know what Ling Song was like here before, so he could only say that he didn't remember anything. Fortunately, his family didn't doubt him.
Ling's father interrupted Ling's mother's more concerned greeting: "I'll remember soon, don't push Xiao Song too hard."
Ling Jie also comforted Ling's mother: "The doctor said it's temporary, mom, don't worry too much, it's fine."
The sister-in-law smiled and brought some vegetables to Ling Song, telling him to eat more, saying that he had been ill for such a long time, and his little face had lost a lot of weight, almost gone.
The little nephew threw the egg he didn't want to eat into his bowl, and made a face at him: "Uncle is an idiot, only an idiot will fall into the water."
Ling Song lowered his head, not letting them see his slightly red eyes.
After returning to his room, Ling Song continued to read the history books he hadn't finished last night.
Ling Jie came up to remind him: "Tomorrow Monday, you have to go back to school, remember to pack your schoolbag."
Ling Song blinked blankly, going to school...to study
Seeing his dazed look, Ling Jie asked him with a smile: "I really don't remember anything? Could it be because I don't want to go to school, so I said that on purpose?"
Ling Song replied calmly: "I really don't remember."
"Okay, do you remember that you have to go to school tomorrow?"
After Ling Jie left, Ling Song finally belatedly remembered his current identity. He was a student and he had to study.
Studying is not difficult. In his previous life, when he was an emperor, he had to study with the Taifus every day.
But, what do the students here learn
After pouring out all the books in the schoolbag, Ling Song picked them up and read them one by one.
In the end, his eyes stared blankly, he sat on the ground blankly, and began to think about the use of confessing his true background to others now, would it be useful
forget it...
The wind outside the window made the curtains rattle, Ling Song came back to his senses, wiped his face, and got up to close the window.
He'd seen the fuck off it, tried it, and it was pretty easy.
Raising his eyes inadvertently, he noticed that someone was sitting at a desk and reading a book in the room on the second floor of the building opposite.
From a distance, there is only one side face, which cannot be seen clearly.
After a glance, Ling Song quickly closed the window and drew the curtains.
He patted his chest, still in shock.
I almost thought I saw that person.
Pooh! The bones buried in the ground are probably all turned into slag!
Monday morning.
Ling Jie drove Ling Song and his son to school.
Ling Song is seventeen years old, a sophomore in high school, and his nephew is ten years old, a senior in primary school.
Their schools are just across the street.
Ling Songduan got into the car, he always felt that this kind of thing is very miraculous, it can run without a horse, and it runs fast, which makes him excited when he sits on it.
Although he didn't dare to show it too obviously.
He was wearing a neat gray-blue school uniform, with short hair not reaching his ears.
Before going out, he looked at the frighteningly clear mirror for a long time, his appearance was exactly the same as before, just this dress...
Ugly is ugly.
Anyway, everyone here is like this.
Convenient at least.
When the car started, someone came out of the next yard and rode past them on one of those two-wheeled vehicles.
Ling Song only saw the back of the other party going away.
The man was wearing the same school uniform as him, and was blown back by the wind.
air.
Ling Song thought to himself, he would have to try that if he had the chance in the future.
After seeing off the little nephew first, after arriving at Lingsong School, Ling Jie accompanied him in and went to meet his class teacher.
A few days ago, Ling Song fell into the water in the back lake of the school. Fortunately, he was rescued in time. After being sent to the hospital, there was no serious health problem.
But he lost his memory.
Even the doctor couldn't tell the reason, and only asked the family members to pay more attention and observe closely.
Ling Jie told his homeroom teacher Ma Guosheng about Ling Song's situation. The homeroom teacher had a very good attitude and kept saying that he would watch Ling Song more to reassure their parents.
The incident happened in the school, and the parents didn't hold the school accountable at all, so he was ashamed as the head teacher.
Even if Ling Song is a troublesome student, he doesn't care about it.
Ling Song stared at his class teacher in a daze.
Ma, Ma Taifu...
In his previous life, Ma Taifu, who had been whispering in his ear every day and urging him to seize the power of the regent, became his head teacher in this life
His eyes fell on the class teacher's shiny head, and he remained silent.
In his previous life, the Taifu often worried about his precarious hair, and I'm afraid he will still be like this in this life...
After Ling Jie left, Ma Guosheng asked Ling Song about his situation carefully. Ling Song was so far away that he didn't know what to ask. Ma Guosheng had nothing to do with him, so he had to forget it.
When the class bell rang, he led Ling Song back to the classroom.
Ling Song didn't come to school for a week, and as soon as he walked in, many classmates cast their eyes on him.
But because of the class teacher who came in with him, no one dared to say anything, and they all picked up their books.
Ma Guosheng patted Ling Song on the shoulder and reminded him: "Your seat is over there, go and sit down."
Ling Song walked to the end of the leftmost row of the classroom, where there was the only vacant seat in the class.
His deskmate lowered his head slightly, lowered his eyelids, and covered half of his face with his outstretched arms, as if he was dozing off.
An inexplicable sense of strangeness welled up in my heart, even Teacher Ling Song Xindao came, but this person didn't respond at all
It's ridiculous.
As he approached step by step, the man slowly raised his eyes, those cold eyes that were exactly the same as those in Ling Song's nightmare were looking at him just like that.
Ling Song stopped in his tracks, his heart beating suddenly in his throat.
When he realized it, he had turned around and was about to run.
Ma Guosheng on the podium frowned and asked, "Ling Song, what are you doing? Sit down quickly."
Ling Song broke out in a cold sweat and froze in place, unable to leave or stay.
... live, live to hell.