"Back to a thousand years ago?"

Zhao Jun was silent for a moment. Uncle Lari's question was too abrupt and he was completely unprepared.

After a moment, he forced a smile and said, "This is impossible, Uncle Lari, you are not kidding me, right?"

"It's just a metaphor."

Yan Shu soothed him, "If you were in the Song Dynasty now, what would you do?"

Zhao Jun fell silent again.

In fact, he has felt something is wrong these days.

Because there are many unreasonable things.

Being able to be admitted to Renmin University proves that his intelligence is definitely above that of an average person.

But no matter who puts themselves in Zhao Jun's perspective, it would be impossible for them to imagine that they have traveled through time.

It’s still that cognitive relationship.

When one is certain that one is in the deep of the Daliang Mountains and encounters a mudslide near Nini Village, one will instinctively think that one must be in Nini Village, not the Song Dynasty.

This is really too far-fetched. No matter how rich one's imagination is, even if there is something weird here, it is difficult for people to change their cognition easily without seeing it with their own eyes.

Therefore, up to now, Zhao Jun only had some vague guesses, but he did not dare to imagine that this guess would come true.

But now, the words of the village chief, Uncle Lari, have made him feel that something is wrong.

This doesn't seem like a joke, but rather a test.

No way.

Did I really travel through time?

impossible!

The villagers all love history, and it is very likely that this is a joke they play on themselves.

It must be like this!

Zhao Jun kept telling himself this in his heart and giving himself this hint.

He was now trembling with fear.

He couldn't imagine what it would feel like to be born a thousand years ago, leaving his parents, relatives, friends, and classmates and going to a completely unfamiliar environment.

He was also unwilling to believe this matter, even though there had been all sorts of strange things happening these days, and even though Yan Shu had hinted at it almost too clearly, he still hoped it was fake.

After all, the feeling of being away from the society you are familiar with and being alone and helpless is really despairing.

So Zhao Jun almost had a hoarse voice and forced a smile and said, "Uncle Lala Ri, I don't know what to do. Okay, stop joking with me. I'm going to take off my veil."

"Wait a moment."

Yan Shu stopped him from raising his hands to untie his veil, then took a deep breath and said, "I want to take you somewhere."

"where?"

"Everyone in the village we usually chat with wants to meet you."

"Does it have to be at this time?"

"Yes."

"Oh well."

Feeling Uncle Lari's firm tone, Zhao Jun had no choice but to agree.

Yan Shu took Zhao Jun's hand and pulled him out, just like he usually took Zhao Jun to bask in the sun in front of Guanjia Palace.

This time the speed was very slow because Zhao Jun's mood was fluctuating and Yan Shu was also very nervous.

So both of them walked slowly, as if they were strolling.

But the journey was not long. After just a few minutes, he was taken to the Guanjia Hall and entered the hall.

At this time, the atmosphere in Guanjia Hall was extremely solemn. Zhao Zhen sat high on the prime minister's chair. On his left and right, the three ministers, three counselors and Fan Zhongyan sat in awe.

Everyone is waiting for this exciting moment.

"Are we there yet?"

Zhao Jun felt the number of steps in his mind, and at the same time, he vaguely saw the bright lights outside the gauze through the gauze.

Yan Shu said, "We're here."

"Can I take off my veil now?"

Zhao Jun asked again.

Yan Shu glanced at Zhao Zhen and others. Zhao Zhen was nervous. He took a deep breath and nodded slightly.

"Okay, let me help you."

Yan Shu said.

He picked up a pair of scissors from the coffee table next to him and pointed them at the back of Zhao Jun's head.

Because they were afraid that Zhao Jun would remove the gauze without permission and discover the truth, the imperial physician not only covered it with several more layers, but even tied a knot.

At this time, Zhao Jun had not cut his hair for three months, and his original buzz cut now had side bangs.

If he hadn't prepared shampoo, shower gel, soap, facial cleanser, toothpaste, toothbrush and other daily necessities in his suitcase, it would probably have smelled terrible by now.

Yan Shu twisted a piece of gauze and gently cut it with scissors, and the gauze fell off. The old man helped him loosen it in circles with his right hand.

As the thick gauze began to become thinner and less, Zhao Jun's body continued to tremble.

Sweat dripped down his forehead.

As his eyes became clearer and clearer, he could vaguely see the outlines of many people.

These people are the most familiar strangers he often meets in his daily life.

Finally, the gauze was removed.

Zhao Jun was unable to open his eyes at first because of the dazzling candlelight, and he couldn't help but squint. After a while, when he slowly adapted to the light, the originally hazy picture gradually became clear.

Then his pupils suddenly contracted as he saw a shocking scene that he would never forget.

In front of him, about five meters away, on a throne, sat a young man wearing a bright red robe and a wide-legged fu hat, looking at him with a smile.

On the left and right sides of the young man sat some middle-aged and elderly people. They were all wearing different clothes. The only thing in common was that they were not modern clothes, and they were all staring at him.

Where he was standing was a spacious hall. The hall was magnificent and supported by six pillars. Oil lamps were lit on the left and right pillars, and on both sides were red gauze palace lanterns and three-halberd candlesticks, lighting up the entire hall.

After a few seconds, the young man said to Zhao Jun with a half-smile, "Zhao Jun, I am your ancestor, Zhao Zhen!"

Zhao Jun's whole body began to tremble violently.

Then I felt dizzy and sweat fell on my cheeks like rain.

He looked like he was about to have a seizure.

The whole process was so fast that people couldn't react. After just two or three seconds, Zhao Jun's eyes went dark.

All I heard were words like "Zhao Jun", "What's wrong with you", "Someone come quickly", "Call the imperial physician quickly", and then I felt my body become light and I lost consciousness.

"Bang!"

(End of this chapter)