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Xi Hantang had a splitting headache, as if a spoonful of cement had been poured into his brain, it was so heavy that even frowning became extremely difficult.

"Master... woo woo woo!" A large group of messy voices buzzed around his ears, causing his already heavy consciousness to be stuffed with a lot of paste.

Finally becoming impatient, he twitched his brows lightly, but there was an exclamation from his ear, "Young master is frowning, young master is frowning!"

Xi Hantang roared in his heart, "Who's idiot can't even frown, and is still a "young master"?" '

"It's so noisy!" He couldn't help but yelled, but his voice was surprisingly small, and it was still very hoarse.

When I opened my eyes, I was lying on a large carved mahogany bed, with a tent on my head, and carved dragon bedposts all around.An old man with a white beard was sitting on a chair and looking at him with squinted eyes, and a large group of people were kneeling on the floor of the room.

"Young master was frightened too much, and he finally saved his life. He still has fluid in his lungs and needs to recuperate. Please be quiet." The white-bearded old man put one hand on Xi Hantang's hand, and gently stroked himself with the other. long beard.

A huge memory rushed into his mind, Xi Hantang waved his hand wearily, as a response to the old man with white beard.

"Everyone listen to your young master, go out!" The white-bearded old man stood up and added, all the people in the room retreated, a middle-aged man standing in front still hesitated, but Xi Hantang didn't open his eyes to look at him , only a little unwilling to back out.

Seeing Xi Hantang sizing him up, White Beard also bowed his hands to him: "Young master, rest well, the old man has returned to report to his mother."

The old man with white beard got up after speaking, took a little boy out with him, and closed the door behind him.

Looking at the not-so-small two-entry suite, surrounded by elegant furniture and all the utensils are antique, Xi Hantang closed his eyes and sighed slightly.

"You're in your thirties, your legs are useless, what kind of big career are you going to do, you're not going to be high enough, you're not going to be low enough, and you're asking for help and you're pushing back and forth, what else can you do?" Guo Qi's face was full of Furious: "If I'm not your classmate, but also your brother-in-law, do you think I'd like to find you?"

"Brother, you should listen to Guo Qi, what can you do if you guard this house?" Cousin Xi Weiwei persuaded from the side.

"This place is going to be demolished soon, what else do you want to borrow?" Xi Hantang couldn't help but persuade. In recent years, his character has become more and more humble, and he has no longer the half confidence he used to have, and he can't even speak. It is half-bearing and half-listening, and unwilling to speak out when there are opinions.

"Demolition?" Guo Qi said with a mocking expression: "It's been said here for five years that it will be demolished. Has it been demolished? If it can be demolished, why do I need a house for a loan? Can I get the loan?"

"I've already visited Fangfang!" Xi Hantang couldn't help but said.

"I came to measure the year before last. Did you demolish it? Even if you want to demolish it, can I still blackmail your money? You hold these books every day, can you live in the future? Don't you have to rely on our husband and wife, and your nephew to provide for you? Is it?" Guo Qi couldn't help cursing.

After a round of contests, in the end, Guo Qi and his wife still failed to fulfill their wish and left cursing.

When sleeping at night, Xi Hantang closed his eyes and his chest felt tight. Ever since he got into a car accident and lost his job, Guo Qi and his wife gradually became like this.

Even his house is not spared now, if Wang Xiaoyun hadn't died, would it still be like this?

That night, Xi Hantang died of a heart attack at the age of 32, leaving behind a house and a room full of treasured books.

'They all got their wish, finally got their wish. Xi Hantang thought of his former good brother and classmate Guo Qi, and there was no impression of his shoulder-to-shoulder laughter in his eyes, but only the stranger who always sneered at him, always looked at him with blank eyes .

The sky outside the window was already pale, and a long night was spent in Xi Hantang's memory and the current memory called Shen Bai.

He read countless books in his previous life, and was obsessed with reading novels on his tablet at the last time. He also read a lot of time-traveling novels, but now that he has time-traveled, he is still very excited. As a human being in two lives, who can not be tempted?

This young man named Shen Bai, 17 years old this year, is the son of Shen Luo, a former scholar of the Imperial Academy. Shen Luo and his wife died early, but they left behind this son, and Shen Feier, who was already a noble concubine in the palace, was Shen Bai's older sister.

"The family is big, the business is big, and the body is strong." Xi Hantang sat in front of the mirror and looked at himself and said with satisfaction.

Now that he has lived a new life, he is ready to take good care of his own life. From today on, he is Shen Bai, the son of Shen's residence in the capital.

The State of Song is not the State of Song in history.

The name of the country is Song, but the front is the Hou Qin of the Hu regime.

The contemporary emperor is not surnamed Zhao, but Yuwen.

This is a chaotic time and space, completely inconsistent with the previous history, but Shen Bai knows from his complete memory that geographically, this place is the same as his own time and space, the capital is Kaifeng, and the name is Bianjing.

The country is the same as the Northern Song Dynasty, but it is more powerful.

On the north bank of the Yellow River is the Northern Plains Protectorate, and in the northwest is the Northwest Protectorate. Even the Daming Mansion in Hebei used to have the Liaodong Protectorate. Each of the three major protectorates is heavily guarded.

This Song Kingdom was full of prosperity, with equal emphasis on civil and martial arts, and it was at its peak.