Royal Road

A burst of unbearable pain rushed forward, and Liang Feng snorted and woke up. His head was dizzy, his whole body bones seemed to be run over by a road roller, and a bone scraping steel knife was poking in his abdomen. It hurts so much! Rao has been seriously injured several times, and has never tasted it like this. Gritting his teeth, Liang Feng wanted to survive this while, but the pain was endless and it could kill people.

Isn't it an analgesic valve? Unable to support it anymore, he tore open the chapped lips that were about to stick together, and squeezed out a voice: "Guard..."

Perhaps the voice was too weak, and no one responded to his call. A poisonous fire ignited in the throat, rolling down the esophagus, burning the heart and lungs, and the colic became more and more intense. For a moment, fear suddenly struck. Hasn't he been sent to the hospital yet? Did the action fail, and he was lying on the ground waiting to die? Regardless of the crazy pain, Liang Feng suddenly opened his eyes.

In front of me, there was a hazy light green. The breeze was blowing and the gauze tent swayed, rushing into the nasal cavity with the smell of Chinese medicine and spices.

After a few seconds, Liang Feng reacted. It was a curtain of gauze tent, and the material was not visible, the pattern was fine, and the fabric was light, winding down from the carved wooden board above the head. He was lying on a bed, a huge wooden bed, with wooden screens on three sides, and a light gauze hanging on the front, wrapping him in the claustrophobic bed.

What is this place?

With his head buzzing, Liang Feng raised his arm, trying to lift the curtain in front of him. I don't know where it was affected, the crisp ringing rang.

"Lang Jun! Lang Jun, you are awake!"

The drapery slammed open, and a thin figure rushed up. That was a little girl, probably under thirteen years old. He wears a pair of hair buns and a standard period costume. The face that hadn't opened yet was full of surprises, and tears flashed in his eyes.

There is no doubt about her joy, but Liang Feng doesn't know this girl, let alone understand everything in front of him, he stretched out his hand and wanted to catch the other person: "Where is this, you are..."

Before he could finish his words, his eyes froze suddenly. In mid-air, a thin hand with joints hung there, trembling slightly, white, lanky and undulating, with indescribable elegance and nobility. That's not his hand! Where the **** is this? What happened!

An exclamation came from his ear, Liang Feng had no time to take care of him, his anger surged with sharp pain, his eyes went dark, he fell back on the bed, and lost consciousness again.

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"What? Liang Feng woke up?" Cha Zhan slammed on the case table with a bang, causing the kneeling maid to shiver. The middle-aged beautiful woman who was sitting behind the case was pale, and asked in a dull voice: "Didn't Dr. Sun say that he is not saved? When did he wake up?"

The maid hurriedly replied: "About half an hour ago. The little maid of the Liang family said that Liang Langjun can already make decoction, I am afraid it is slowing down..."

The beautiful woman clenched her fingers, angrily in her heart. Unexpectedly, the sick rice seedling could survive this situation, waking up while being so tightly closed, and wasting their hands and feet for nothing. The most urgent task now is to keep people stable and not to spoil the important affairs of the son.

After thinking for a moment, she coldly ordered: "Let Lang'er visit. Tell the servants to take good care of my nephew, so that he can recuperate."

Can hear the meaning of the mother's words, the maid hurriedly bowed, and stepped out cautiously. The beautiful woman didn't get up, looked at the light and clean celadon cup in front of her, and snorted coldly. What about Tinghou? Two generations of Liang's family had no official appointments. It was time to put Xijue's mind off and make some compensation for her married wife.

"Liang Zixi actually woke up and turned around?" Li Lang was also taken aback when he heard the news from the maid, and his heart immediately became flustered. No one knows the cause of Liang Feng better than him. Not only did he fail to achieve his goal, he also happened to run into Yaji ahead of schedule. How could it not make people panic.

Lost for a moment, he suppressed his anxiety, followed his mother's maid, and walked towards the guest room. Although the Li family is not a grand prince, but the fourth generation is an official, and there was also a prefect in his ancestors. It has some foundation, and the house is also considered beautiful, elegant and exquisite. After passing through two corridors, he came to the front door of the side hall. Before entering the door, a pungent medicinal smell floated out, and Li Lang frowned and pushed in. With just a glance, his eyes were locked by the figure leaning on the bed.

Because of a serious illness, the man on the bed was pale, his eyes darkened, and his long crow-colored hair was scattered behind him. His clothes were half-covered, and his bones were as thin as bamboo, making his figure more slender and weak. However, his appearance could not be concealed by such a sick appearance, and his picturesque eyebrows became a little more haggard, which made people unable to look away.

The jealousy flashed in his heart, Li Lang piled up a smile, and quickly walked up: "Brother, you finally woke up! I have sent someone to invite Doctor Sun, and I will be there in a short time."

His voice was sincere and joyful, and he looked like he was concerned. However, the man on the bed didn't mean to answer, he drank the porridge in the bowl without hesitation. This was the bean porridge he ordered specially, and he didn't know what kind of illness he had committed. After waking up, Liang Feng insisted on drinking bean porridge, and even called Xiaodou by name. After vomiting twice, I still drank a lot, just like being hungry and reborn.

Li Lang was not surprised, and said with a gentle smile: "Brother, don't be too worried. It is common to take fainting, and it will not be a big problem as long as the medicine is dissipated. You should take good care of your illness first, and let those mundane things go away for the time being. By the way, I heard that you can't drink medicinal juice. Turn around and ask Jianjia to take some candied fruit to make the bitter taste. As for medicinal soup, you should drink it or drink it."

A bowl of porridge finally bottomed out, and the man passed the empty bowl in his hand to the servant girl beside him, and said lightly, "Thank you, brother."

The person's voice was not as clear as it used to be, and there was a little more dullness, but it was not detrimental to the sweetness of the voice. Li Lang suppressed his hatred with all his strength, and smiled: "You and I are brothers, so why do you see outsiders. Now your body is the most important thing. If you have any needs, you can tell Jian Jia and she will arrange it."

As he said, Li Lang bent down and tucked the quilt for the man himself: "Brother, I know you are impatient to take medicine, but your health is important, so you can't let your temper behave."

That's nothing more than brothers. Liang Feng raised his eyes, glanced at the gentleman in front of him, and nodded slightly: "I'm troubled my third brother."

Not salty, not indifferent, and a few more comforting words. Li Lang didn't say anything about Yaji ahead of schedule. He smiled gently and said, "When you feel better, your mother will come to visit. For the time being, feel relieved to recuperate. Jian Jia, you two days. Just follow the big brother and take good care of him."

The maid obediently replied: "Don't worry, Mr. Lang, the servant girl will take good care of Mr. Liang Lang."

After arrangements were made, Li Lang stopped staying and got up to leave. The maid who was left behind, Jian Jia, was nowhere to be seen, and she told herself: "Luzhu, go to the stove to see how the soup is going. If you boil it well, get it as soon as possible, don't delay."

After all, Lu Zhu was still young, so he was taken aback for a moment, and took a peek at his family, but Wei Nuonuo retired. Jian Jia smiled and put down the raised drapery: "Liang Langjun, it's better to rest for a while. I just woke up, so you shouldn't be too troubled."

With an impeccable posture, the curtain of the bed fell, isolating the space for communication. Looking at the soft curtains, Liang Feng sneered across his lips and lay back on the bed.

After the last time he was in a coma, he had a rather long and very strange dream. In the dream, some people and things appeared, some were vague and some were clear. The protagonist in the dream is a descendant of a family named "Liang Feng". The ancestor's name is Liang Xi, and the official worships Da Si Nong. He is one of the Nine Qings. There are multiple official titles. Liang Feng does not have an intuitive concept, but it is certain that the Liang family is considered to be famous. It is a pity that Liang Xi was too incorruptible, and his family was not rich. His son and grandson died prematurely, failing to become a new rich man. By the generation of Liang Feng, the Liang family has only left a short title.

Because of years of war and chaos, the court deliberately eliminated some officials. If Liang Feng was unable to serve as an official again, the title of "Marquis of Pavilion" might not be kept. Therefore, Liang Fengcai left his youngest son and went to Shangdang counties to participate in the triennial "Nine Grade Official Appraisal" in order to seek an official position.

The place where he settled was the family of Li married to his aunt Liang Shu. The Li family is a branch of the Shangdang Tongji Li family, and the county is afraid that it is not as good as the Liang family. Liang Shu's youngest son Li Lang happened to be participating in this review, so he eagerly received this cousin. It is a pity that Liang Feng fell into a coma before staying for a few days, and did not wake up until today.

Just woke up and changed a core.

Liang Feng is not a history fan, nor is he aware of the complicated details. But something in his dream told him that the emperor who had enlisted Liang Xi had the surname "Cao", while the current emperor had the surname "Sima". With the addition of the Nine-Rank Zhongzheng system, no matter how shallow historical common sense is, an answer can be drawn. This is the short-lived dynasty of the Western Jin Dynasty, which inherited the troubled times of the Three Kingdoms and underwent the Five Hus and Sixteen Kingdoms.

Inexplicably, he came to an unfamiliar era and changed his identity. Is it resurrected by the corpse?

From the outskirts of Beijing late at night to ancient times more than a thousand years ago, anyone with a normal mind will have doubts. However, Liang Feng was doing criminal investigations, and he didn't need to look more to distinguish the people around him and the authenticity of these objects. No matter how luxurious the studio is, it can't produce such an effect, let alone the skin he replaced. This is not a **** joke!

Taking a deep breath, the bitter medicinal smell mixed in the spices penetrated into my heart and spleen. Liang Feng suppressed the complicated things in his mind. If you don’t understand, just let it go. The most important thing now is to find out the cause of death of "Liang Feng". It is probably not accidental that he will be in this body. Who killed the original owner of this body? If the goal is not achieved, will the murderer continue to attack? What was their motive for committing the crime?

Being locked in this remnant body, even the memory in his brain was confused, but Liang Feng couldn't let go, leaving his original self to vanish. Glancing at the maid who was guarding outside, he slowly closed his eyes.