Traveling through ancient times: daily life on the run

On one hand, it is so lonely and desolate, and on the other hand, it is so noisy and full of human life.

The world is always full of extreme contrasts.

Qin Bingrui had a dream. In the dream, there was a man of noble status and luxurious clothes. He had a playful attitude towards women in the world, but was favored by young women.

He looks like a decent man, with dragon eyebrows and phoenix eyes, showing his romantic and dashing temperament, which really meets the aesthetic taste of most women, especially Xia Liang, who is a big fan of handsome men.

The first thing Qin Bingrui thought when he woke up was: Oh my god, why did I dream of a man?

Moreover, the man in the dream was quite difficult to please. Qin Bingrui was actually sent by a gorgeously dressed aunt to perform her talents for the man.

Qin Bingrui has killed countless zombies. He has both brains and strength. When will he be reduced to performing his talents for others?

The most abominable thing was that the man, who looked like a dog, said with disdain: "There are only a few beautiful people in the world, but there are countless mediocre talents."

We can put aside the fact that Qin Bingrui is ugly, but to say that he is mediocre, Qin Bingrui must let all the respectable men know why he, Qin Bingrui, is the only man left at the end of the world.

As he thought about this, he touched the coat beside the bed. The weather was so cold, and he didn't know what kind of place he was wearing it.

Then he felt a thin layer of gauze. The fabric was light and silky, but it didn't look like men's clothing.

He looked down at the white area exposed on his chest, and said, "Oh my god, what a pair of big, white rabbits."

Could it be his own?

Hey, it feels pretty good, soft and smooth, and it shakes when you rub it gently.

Could it be that his soul had been reborn as a woman? Although I knew Qin Luohong wasn't very reliable, this was too unreliable, wasn't it?

No, touch and rub it again, and think about what is going on?

Then, he heard a crisp knock at the door, followed by a soft female voice: "Miss Ling Hong, are you awake? My mother said today that a well-known young man in the capital has booked the entire place and insisted on seeing you. He's accompanied by two of your most admired young men from prominent families, Young Master Xiao and Young Master Zhao."

Miss Ling Hong?

The girl who everyone wants to see? What kind of a name is that?

Since he was traveling through time, he could quickly accept this reality. The girl outside the door must be the maid of Miss Ling Hong, so he could just invite her in.

But how did Miss Ling Hong die? Why did he end up as a woman? After all, in this life, he was a sturdy man standing 194cm tall. How could he end up as a delicate woman?

The more I thought about it, the more depressed I became. My chest felt tight and I couldn't relax. I had failed many times before, so this time should be considered a half-failure, right?

Thinking that she could start over again, her restless heart gradually calmed down. Never mind. It was so hard to see living people other than Qin Luoqiong and Xia Liang, so she might as well join in the fun.

The maid who served Ling Hong was called Qing'er. She was pretty and cute, about thirteen or fourteen years old. Such a child had to be a maid and serve others. It was really a cannibalistic ancient society!

When Qin Bingrui saw the furnishings of the house and Qing'er's dress and restrained manner, he guessed that this was not the style of openness to all people in the 21st century.

She now vaguely felt a sharp pain in her head, like the aftereffects of drinking.

Qing'er placed a bowl of soup on the table in front of her and said, "Miss, this is a hangover soup. You drank too much last night, so you must be in a bad mood today. Mommy asked the kitchen to make a special hangover soup for you."

"Oh, so how much did I drink last night? Why don't I remember?"

Qing'er was familiar with the place and explained, "Mom said it was amnesia caused by drinking. All the people who came yesterday were young men from the families of court officials. They all wanted to see the lady's extraordinary beauty!"

"A peerless beauty?" Qin Bingrui muttered. Those two big white rabbits were indeed rare and peerless. Qin Luohong and Xia Liang's figures were definitely not as beautiful as hers.

"Miss, you haven't forgotten what you're thinking due to drinking, have you? Your beauty is known throughout the capital. Even the gentlemen who have seen many beautiful women have secretly praised you after seeing you once. Miss, you have won the title of the most beautiful woman in the capital for two consecutive years."

Oh my god, could it be that I have been transported to the body of the most popular courtesan in an ancient brothel?

Sigh, I hope to find Qin Luosheng and Xia Liang soon so we can escape this damned cannibalistic society together. Seriously, I'd rather go back and fight zombies than serve a bunch of dead men.

As he thought this, Qing'er arranged for him to dress up at the dressing table. He accidentally glanced at the beauty in the bronze mirror and thought, "Oh my god..."

Qin Bingrui's heart was so shocked that it was like a thousand horses galloping through the water. Tens of thousands of words emerged in his mind that he wanted to use to describe the stunning beauty in front of him. All the words of beauty that could make fish sink to the bottom of the water, geese fall to the ground, and the moon hide in shame seemed pale and powerless.

In the end, he couldn't help but sigh. It must be because he couldn't see many real people in this world, let alone great beauties, so he was shocked!

The grinning expressions of Qin Luohong and Xia Liang when they exploded the zombies' heads had nothing to do with the appearance of beauties.

"Um, do I need someone to sleep with me?"

The comb in Qing'er's hand trembled slightly. What was wrong with Miss Ling Hong that she would ask such a blunt question?

"Miss Ling Hong, are you afraid that this young master in the capital will need your service?"

"Dare he?"

If you really want to force Miss Ling Hong to sleep with you, then you have to castrate that thing first. Qin Bingrui secretly puffed out his chest, wondering if this body can fight well now?

"Don't be afraid, young lady. I heard that the young master simply admires your talent. If you can make him smile, perhaps he will even marry you in a grand sedan chair!"

Qin Bingrui laughed out loud.

“你倒是会做梦，人家好好大户人家的公子哥，怎么会娶一位青楼女子做夫人，不仅令世人不齿估摸他老祖宗都会掀开棺材盖板出来揍他。”

Even if you haven't eaten pork, haven't you seen pigs run? Qin Bingrui has some knowledge of the cultural concepts and hierarchies of the feudal dynasties.

"But I've read some storybooks, and there are some beautiful stories and legends. Why should we care about family background and status when two people are in love?"

"That's why I call it a storybook. Don't read these indecent books. From now on, I recommend you read serious storybooks."

Are there any serious storybooks?

After finishing his makeup, Qin Bingrui looked left and right in the bronze mirror. He never got tired of looking at it. He didn't care whether others looked at it or not. He just wanted to enjoy the look himself.

After breakfast, it was already past noon.

The legendary wealthy young man from the capital has gone to Hongxiang Pavilion.

Qing'er was so excited that she broke into Miss Linghong's boudoir.

"Miss, that young man is really handsome. He's wearing a gorgeous dark blue brocade robe. His slender body stands straight. He's handsome and has an innate sense of nobility. Compared to those young men before, he's so much more handsome."

"Well, is it as good-looking as me?"

Qin Bingrui smiled sharply. What he was talking about was naturally his present self. Just looking at his proud and sturdy figure and his fist that could blow a zombie's head apart with one punch, Sister Luo Yu praised him as the strongest and most handsome man at the end of the 23rd century.

Luo Yu was right. After all, he was the only man at the end of the 23rd century.