A concubine to be married dressed as a prince

The dim room, the scorching heat, the intoxicating smell of alcohol, and the constantly shaking bed curtains.

Jiang Yanqing had a dream, in which he kept crying and crying, in pain and despair.

The darkness prevented him from seeing the man's face clearly.Physical pain and psychological pain intertwined.

Jiang Yanqing knew that he was dreaming, but he couldn't wake up.

The man in the dream had a pair of frightening eyes, hot and hot, like a big net, enveloping him airtightly, making him breathless.

He felt that his heart had been tightly grasped by the big hand of death.

Suddenly, a woman's cry came from his ear, getting louder and louder from far to near, causing him a headache.

"Young master, you just leave as you say, how can you live if you leave Chuxue alone! Wuwuwu...Young master, you are so cruel, you left, leaving the slaves alone to be bullied by them, and the slaves smashed their heads to death. ..."

Jiang Yanqing slowly opened his eyes, and he was stunned for a moment when he just broke free from the dream.

The fiery eyes of the man in his mind gradually faded away, and the dream just now was like sand blown away by the wind, becoming invisible.

The crying of the woman seemed to be still in the ear.

Jiang Yanqing thought in a daze, he didn't watch a ghost movie last night, why did he dream about a female ghost?

He opened his sleepy eyes, turned his head to look, and was startled suddenly, the drowsiness disappeared in an instant, and he almost jumped out of bed.

However, the severe pain in his ankle not only failed to make him jump out of bed as he wished, but reminded him that all this was not a dream.

"Young Master?" The woman who was lying on the bed crying with snot and tears raised her head, and said in surprise and joy: "Young Master! You are not dead! You scared the slaves to death!"

Jiang Yanqing looked at the woman with disheveled hair, and said in shock, "You are the one who scared me to death."

Seeing Jiang Yanqing come back to life, the woman immediately felt that her appearance was too outrageous, she quickly wiped away her nose and tears with her sleeve, and asked with concern while brushing her hair: "Master, what do you feel uncomfortable, do your legs still hurt?"

Thanks to the severe pain in his ankle, Jiang Yanqing didn't need to pinch himself to see if this was a dream.He looked at the wooden bed under his buttocks, then looked up at the bed curtain hanging above the bed, and then looked around the display in the house, as well as the antique windows.

An unbelievable fact floated up in my heart, is he, has time traveled? !

Jiang Yanqing, who has read various time-travel novels, quickly calmed down. It is useless to make a fuss now, the most important thing is to find out his identity first.

Jiang Yanqing heard it clearly just now, the woman in front of her, who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, called him a son, and called herself a slave, so she was probably his maid.

It seems that this is worn by someone who is either rich or expensive.

Jiang Yanqing secretly rejoiced, pretending to be indifferent on the surface, looking at the slender fingers pinching his ankle tightly, "It doesn't hurt at first, but it hurts a little when you pinch it."

The girl froze for a moment, quickly let go of her hand, and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Young master, you really scared me to death just now. No matter how I called you, you didn't wake up, you didn't even breathe..."

Jiang Yanqing probably understood in his heart, maybe it was because the original owner died, and for some reason, he came through.

"Hey, don't cry, I may just sleep a little bit. Don't you know, when a person enters a deep sleep, there will be a phenomenon of suspended animation, breathing will temporarily stop, which helps the self-repair of brain cells. "

Jiang Yanqing was full of nonsense, and Chuxue was taken aback when he heard it, "What, what happy news?"