Tianfeng State has three counties and sixteen cities, among which Gucheng is a city located in the northernmost part of Tianfeng State and is affiliated with Fenglin County. This city is not simple. It has a history of tens of thousands of years since its establishment, which is earlier than the founding of Tianfeng State. Since Tianfeng State was founded three hundred years ago, Zhong Yuekuang, as a meritorious minister, was named Shen Yonghou by the royal family, it has become the fief of Shen Yonghou. It has been three hundred years since the title of Shen Yonghou has been hereditated for four generations.

In the backyard of Zhong Mansion, there is a loft called Qinglianju. In the bedroom, there is a 12-year-old boy who is named Zhong Wuhen, Shen Yonghou's second son. In fact, it sounds nice and it sounds nice and it is Shen Yonghou, which is the product of Zhong Wuhen's father and a maid having an affair after drinking.

At this time, the boy was lying on the bed, with pain all over his eyebrows, as if he was suffering the most painful things in the world. The maid serving around him was already scared and she was so scared that she didn't dare to get close to her, let alone leave like that.

After a while, accompanied by a burst of rapid footsteps, before the person arrived, the voice came in, "Hen'er, is He'er okay!" Finally, a middle-aged woman dressed in luxuriously walked in, and the traces of the passing of time could be seen from the woman's face.

This is Mrs. Shen Yonghou, a princess in the royal family. She has been married into the Zhong family for twenty years. At this time, the woman's steps were fast and she suddenly threw herself on the couch and grabbed the boy's hand. "Hen'er, what's wrong with you?" The eyebrows and eyes were full of kindness.

Suddenly the woman turned her head and stared at the maid next to her fiercely, "How do you take care of Hen'er? If my Hener has any shortcomings, I want you to look good!"

As soon as Feng Ling (that is, Mrs. Shen Yonghou) finished speaking, the two maids immediately fell to the ground, crying, "Madam, we really don't know what's going on. Yesterday afternoon, when the young master came back, he was covered in moisture. We prepared hot water and ginger tea and then left. But this morning, the young master became like this. Madam, I really don't care about our affairs!" The two fifteen-year-old maids were anxious and tears were about to flow out.

Feng Ling touched Zhong Wuhen’s forehead without getting hot, and then said coldly: “Why don’t you go and ask the doctor to come quickly!”

The doctor is a doctor hired by Zhong’s mansion and specializes in treating some physical illnesses for the Zhong family. He has lived in Zhong’s mansion for more than 20 years and is highly skilled in medical skills and is praised!

"Madam, Chunzhu has already been invited. According to the time, she should be back at this time!"

Spring bamboo, summer lotus, autumn chrysanthemums, and winter plums are Zhong Wuhen’s four maids who have been with Zhong Wuhen since childhood.

Hearing this, Feng Ling's face became a little better, and he asked casually, "Have you notified me?"

Dongmei lowered her head, "Madam, Qiuju went to the courtyard. The master should have known it now, but..." Speaking of this, Dongmei did not continue, because everyone knew that the second young master Zhong Wuhen was welcomed. Even the master did not give any good faces. Instead, the wife treated the child as her own.

Fengling frowned and waved his hand, "Okay, I understand, no need to say more!"

At this moment, a little maid ran in with a broken step, followed by an old man with a weak and empty wave. After the old man came in, he put down the medicine box and nodded at Fengling, "I have seen Mrs.!"

Feng Ling also stood up and held the old man's arm, "You don't have to be too polite to me. Speaking of which, you are still our elders!"

"Madam, please be polite. Let me see the second young master's condition first!"

Feng Ling moved sideways, and Lao Yi took two steps forward, grabbed Zhong Wuhen's arm, closed his eyes and took the pulse. Suddenly, Lao Yi's face changed drastically, and his hand suddenly let go, and he almost fell to the ground with a staggering stagnation.

Looking at the appearance of the old man, Feng Ling and the three maids were all anxious, "Old Man, what happened?"

The old doctor calmed down and opened the medicine box while saying, "Let's talk about it when I make sure!" As he spoke, the old doctor took out seven silver needles and inserted them into the boy's body in an instant. Seeing the young man's brows stretching in front of him, the old doctor took his pulse again.

After a while, the old man stood up slowly and bowed to the wind chime.

"Old Yi, what's wrong with Hen'er?"

The old man sighed and shook his head helplessly, "I am sick in my body in my nature, and my acquired essence and blood are hollowed out. There are evil curses in front of me, and there will be great disasters in the future. How can I do this in my life? The word "hard" is so great!"

Feng Ling was anxious and grabbed the doctor's hand, "Well, does the doctor have a way?"

The old man showed a hint of embarrassment on his face, "This congenital disease body is powerless and has lost its essence and blood. As long as there are genius treasures, it can be replenished slowly. As for the evil curse, it is definitely not something that our generation can solve. Madam, let me say more, even if the essence and blood in the second young master's body is replenished, the second young master will have no hope of practicing in this life. After all, the congenital disease body has cut off his hope of practicing martial arts."

As the wind chime heard it, tears instantly flowed out, "This child, why is this child so miserable? But no matter what, ten or eight years, I want him to live well. Even if he is an ordinary person, I want him to be happy. Medical doctors, it depends on you for the treatment of the disease!"

The old doctor shook his head, "Madam, please be polite. I will write a prescription. After the second young master wakes up, it will be fine to replenish his body." As he said that, the old doctor took out a pen and pen from the medicine box, wrote the prescription, and handed it to Dongmei, "Remember, once every three days, don't be too frequent, too much is as bad as it is too late!" After saying that, he bowed to Fengling again, "Madam, then I'm saying goodbye!"

Feng Ling ignored the old man, but sat by the couch, grabbed the boy's hand, and looked at the boy's face. She could still see the shadow of the lively and cute woman from the boy's face. The woman was originally her maid named Zi'er, and she was even a friend and sister who had been young since she was a child. On the day she got married, she was dowry.

She could see her unhappiness and her uneasiness. In the sedan chair, she kept holding her hand and whispering all the words of encouragement. Finally one day she told herself that she was pregnant and told herself that she fell in love with that man.

At first she was angry that her good sister wanted to compete with her for her husband, but slowly, when Zi'er was staying in Qinglianju, she began to feel a little distressed about the girl because the man had never set foot in this area again. Even when He'er was born, he didn't come in. The name Zhong Wuhen was chosen by the silly girl himself.

About a month after giving birth to Hen'er, the silly girl jumped into the lotus pond in Qinglianju. The lotus pond covered with mud instantly swallowed the body, and the bones remained. From then on, she swears that this child is her own child.

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At the same time, Zhong Wuhen's head was in chaos at this moment, "Damn, what is this place?" Zhong Wuhen, a gaming otakus, suddenly popped up a web game page when he was browsing a web page. He just wanted to close it, but as a thunderbolt came down, he knew nothing. When he woke up, he was already here.

It was covered in dust here, and Zhong Wuhen didn't know where it was, so he could only keep walking and shouting, "Is there anyone? Is there anyone not? Can those who are alive say a word!" Of course, no one answered.

After walking for some time, a gray tree appeared. A twelve-year-old boy sat under the tree. Zhong Wuhen walked over and looked at the little boy with his eyes closed, and couldn't help but curl his lips, "Hey, this little guy is very handsome, but he seems to have seen it somewhere!"

Suddenly, Zhong Wuhen slapped his head, "I'm going, this is not me when I was a child, but what's going on with this ancient costume? Although he looks quite handsome, he will be suspected of being a transvestite like this, hey!"

Just as Zhong Wuhen approached the boy, Muran, the little boy opened his eyes and looked at him. The little boy said, "I have been waiting for you for a long time!" This sentence made Zhong Wuhen creepy, but at this moment, something that shocked him even more happened. The little boy suddenly approached him and suddenly crashed into his body. It disappeared. Oh no, to be precise, it was a fusion.

It is not only the soul that is fusion, but also the memory. Although the fusion process is painful, Zhong Wuhen also survived, leaned against the tree, gasped, and smiled bitterly, "Grandma, it's really caught up with the big wave of time travel, and it's also very tacit understanding. You are also called Zhong Wuhen."

Wiping off the sweat from his forehead, Zhong Wuhen stood up with the big tree, "Ha, Jiuhua Continent, Northwest Region, Tianfeng Kingdom, Gucheng, is this my beginning?" After integrating all the little boy's memories, Zhong Wuhen sighed uncontrollably. He sighed at the little boy's experience, the little boy's pitifulness, and the little boy's state of mind. It turned out that he knew everything, but he was unwilling to fight back, unwilling to resist, and even unwilling to take revenge. Everything is in the word Wuhen.

Suddenly, Zhong Wuhen opened his eyes, and then saw a familiar face. He couldn't help but shout, "Auntie!" His voice was very weak, but it was clearly imprinted into Feng Chime's ears.

Fengling's tears instantly flowed out. Whether it was because of her care or her identity, Zhong Wuhen should have called her mother. In fact, Zhong Wuhen has been calling her for many years, but who knows that she wants this child to call her "aunt".

Feng Ling hugged Zhong Wuhen, "Good boy, Hen'er, you're finally awake!" As he said, he said to Dongmei on the side: "Dongmei, bring the prepared medicine quickly!"

"Hen'er, you can have a good rest after you take the medicine, don't get sick again!"

"Auntie, I understand!" Zhong Wuhen smiled. In his memory, this woman, the master of his biological mother, was really nice to him. Even if she was the illegitimate son of her husband and others, she still treated herself like this, allowing herself to feel the warmth of maternal love.

Thinking of this, Zhong Wuhen slowly got up, got out of bed and came to the window, and opened it. The lotus pond was directly opposite. It was not summer yet, and the lotus flowers were not blooming, and there was nothing good to look at. Zhong Wuhen could see the gods, "What kind of thought did you jump down?"
Chapter completed!