The wonderful world of fast time travel

When Zheng Ling woke up, the memory had already been received.

He never expected that this time he would travel to ancient times, and the original owner was the only son of the prime minister's family, who was only sixteen years old.Thinking of this, Zheng Ling felt a headache.

Throughout the ages, the higher the official position, the more jealous the heavenly family, let alone the prime minister who is the head of all officials.It stands to reason that the Prime Minister, who is well versed in officialdom, should also know this, but his behavior is the same as in the past, and he has never learned to keep a low profile.

That's right, according to Xu Yuan's memory, the prime minister has always been upright, discussing things as they stand, he is so upright and outrageous that even the emperor would shy away from his edge if he got angry.Therefore, he also offended many high-ranking officials and nobles, and he could be said to be alone and helpless in the court.

Thinking in this way, Zheng Ling began to admire this father who hadn't formally met yet again.Compared with making great achievements, forming cliques is also arousing people's suspicion.

After much deliberation, Zheng Ling came to a conclusion - it is better for a high-ranking and powerful person to be a lonely minister.

Seeing Zheng Ling lying on the bed with his eyes rolling, and a veil covering his forehead, Jin Fenghuang couldn't help saying: "Don't think about it, as long as you, a brat, can think of it, As the prime minister of the dynasty, would someone not think of it? Just don't worry about it."

Zheng Ling admitted: "I'm really worrying about it." After finishing speaking, he took off the veil and was about to get up, but saw a little girl sitting on the footrest with her head lowered lying on the edge of the bed, she seemed to be asleep up.

Zheng Ling was startled, but luckily he didn't make any big noises. He patted his chest and was about to take a peek around when he heard the wooden door of the bedroom being gently pushed open, followed by the sound of footsteps.

Zheng Ling hurriedly lay down again, covered the quilt, and quickly put the veil on his forehead, then closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, but his ears were listening to the movement in the room.

Someone walked around the screen, first bent down to take the handkerchief away, and then stretched out his hand to cover his forehead to feel it carefully. After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief, then turned around, and looked at the other people who walked beside him. He whispered: "Finally back."

Everyone couldn't help but make a loud noise.

"Shh..." Someone dissuaded him: "Keep your voice down, don't disturb the young master."

The room was quiet again, and only then did someone find the sleeping girl next to the bed, and hurriedly woke her up: "Zisu Zisu, wake up, wake up quickly."

The little girl woke up rubbing her eyes, was dazed for a while, then patted her forehead and said in surprise: "Oh, I fell asleep, now it's time to change the veil." Just got up and sat back: "Legs are numb."

"Shh, keep your voice down."

"It's just that you are frizzy." Someone walked over to help her up, and whispered, "Young master's fever is gone."

Hearing this, the little girl raised her voice again: "Really? I'll go and have a look." Then she walked towards the bed.

"Can this still be fake?" The person who checked earlier raised his hand and patted the little girl's outstretched hand, urging: "Quickly report to Madam."

The little girl hurriedly withdrew her hand, and smiled naively: "Hey, I'll go right away." Before she finished speaking, she ran out quickly.

Then someone wiped his forehead lightly with a handkerchief.

After a while, several people walked into the house, and they bowed and called softly: "Ma'am."

An eager voice came: "Is Yuan'er's fever really gone?"

One person replied: "Report to Madam, yes."

"Bodhisattva bless!" The voice of the visitor became gentle, and he stopped after reciting a few times softly. In a low tone, he said to the people on the side: "Go and invite the doctor."

"Yes" someone answered and hurried out.

At this time, someone brought a stool and placed it on the side of the bed. After the prime minister's wife sat down, she held her son's hand loosely and watched quietly. —" Before he finished speaking, he picked up the handkerchief and gently wiped away his tears.

Hearing this, Zheng Ling didn't want to pretend to be asleep any more, moved his hands slightly, opened his eyes slowly, looked at the woman beside the bed, and called in an inaudible voice: "Mother!"

The prime minister's wife heard it clearly, and hurriedly responded: "Hey." Tears couldn't stop streaming as she said that, and said with a smile, "My son is awake."

Seeing this, Zheng Ling got up, and the prime minister's wife hurriedly picked up the big police pillow and said: "My son, don't move around, just woke up, let's rest a little longer."

Zheng Ling stretched out his hand, gently wiped the tears on the woman's face, and said guiltily: "The child made mother worry."

The prime minister's wife shook her head, held her son's hand tightly, and said teasingly, "When did my son become so polite?"

"Mother..." Zheng Ling couldn't help calling again.

"Hey!"

The warmth here is still going on, and two people come to the door.

Someone replied: "Madam, Dr. Li is here."

After hearing the words, the prime minister's wife hurriedly let go of her hands, wiped away the tears on her face, then got up and stepped aside, saying: "I'm sorry, Dr. Li."

The old man with a long beard saluted and said, "Ma'am, you are serious." After finishing speaking, he took the box from the servant girl's hand, took out a small pillow from inside and placed it under the back of Zheng Ling's hand, and took the pulse intravenously.

After checking carefully, he stood up and said, "My lord is fine, and he will be back to normal after a few more days of recuperation."

The prime minister's wife bowed slightly: "Thank you, Doctor Li."

"Where?" Dr. Li turned sideways to avoid the ceremony, then prescribed a secondary prescription, and handed it to the maidservant, Zi Yuan.

After thanking Dr. Li generously, and personally sending the person to the door, the prime minister's wife turned back and said softly to the crowd: "You have worked hard during this period, and you will all be rewarded." Before waiting for everyone to salute, She sat by the bed again and looked at her son carefully, her joy was beyond words.

After a while, the prime minister's wife raised her hand and touched her son's face, and said distressedly: "My son has lost a lot of weight."

Hearing the word thin, Zheng Lingxi said, "It's good to be thin."

Xu Yuan is the only child in the family, and since he was a child, he has wanted everything from the wind to the wind and from the rain, and his food and clothing are meticulous. It is conceivable that his body shape has never been related to the thin character, and his personality is even more domineering and willful. Fortunately, he still knows the difference between inside and outside, and he loves the people around him very much, so everyone in the house is willing to get close to him.

I wanted to say that chubby is good-looking, but looking at her son's handsome face, the prime minister's wife swallowed the words she was about to blurt.Xindao: My son looks good no matter how fat or thin he is.

In a blink of an eye, Zheng Ling rested in the room for another three days, and after he fully recovered, the prime minister's wife was willing to let him go for a walk in the mansion.

Although Zheng Ling inherited the memory of the original owner, but compared to this, what he saw with his own eyes will always be more shocking.

Stepping on the corridor, he was afraid that if he took another step, he would miss the scenery here.Inside and outside the corridor, everyone stopped to look carefully.

The warm sunshine in spring falls on the garden lined with strange rocks, and the big peach trees are just charming. The pink peach blossoms dancing with the wind are floating on the small bridge and flowing water, either drifting with the current, or swirling one after another.There are plantains planted by the pool, and they are freshening up by the water at this time, the bright green is very delicate.

Zheng Ling leaned over the railing, and saw a school of fish playing in the corridor, their posture was very beautiful.

The maids who followed closely seemed to be frightened, and rushed forward to dissuade them.After Zheng Ling moved away from the water, Qiqi let out a sigh of relief.

After thinking about it for a while, Zheng Ling understood the reason.