The woman recovered and continued, "Don't go to your father's grave alone again. You were unconscious for who knows how long before your family's guards found you. God has mercy on you. Fortunately, nothing happened. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to survive."
"Father, in front of the tomb, he fainted for a long time." Zhao Huan pondered these words in his heart. Could it be that Cong'er died of excessive grief in front of his father's tomb, and he happened to travel through time and was discovered by the guards?
Have I become another person just like that?
What about yourself on your way to work? Have you ever been found dead?
Zhao Huan knew how the ancients expressed it, but he couldn't remember it for a moment, so he nodded.
Not long after, he fell asleep again.
Early in the morning of May 7th.
Zhao Huan was awakened by his mother Jiang in this world, changed his clothes, and went to the living room.
The living room was packed with people, including burly men, old men in their sixties, eunuchs with pale faces and no beards, and dandies who looked like bad guys at first glance.
At this time, Zhao Huan did not know that these people were: Duke Dingguo Xu Guangzuo, Minister of Rites Mao Cheng, Eunuch Zhang Yong, Marquis Shouning Zhang Heling, and Imperial Concubine Cui Yuan.
After the imperial edict was read, Zhao Huan, accompanied by his mother Jiang, boarded a carriage bound for Bianliang City.
At this moment, Zhao Huan finally knew his name, Zhu Houcong, the future Emperor Jiajing.
Life is unpredictable, and the big intestine is wrapped in the small intestine.
Zhao Huan cleared his mind of unnecessary thoughts and quickly stepped forward to greet him.
"Qiong'er greets the Queen Mother. Thank you for your hard work on the journey."
"Chong'er!" Jiang hugged Zhao Huan and choked up, "You've lost weight."
Zhao Huan gestured at the muscles on his arms, then gestured at his head, and said, "I've grown taller and stronger. Mother, don't worry. I'm fine."
"Let's go to the capital." Zhao Huan welcomed his mother onto his shoulders, then signaled to return to the palace.
Jiang asked someone to go back to the carriage and fetch something. She handed it to Zhao Huan and said, "Chao'er, this is what you were holding tightly in your arms when you fainted in front of your father's grave before coming to the capital."
"After returning home, the guards handed it to me and I put it away. You went to the capital in a hurry. I didn't have time to tell you then, so I brought it to you this time."
Zhao Huan curiously took the thing handed to him by his mother Jiang, lifted the silk wrapping to reveal the things inside.
It turned out to be a black backpack. Zhao Huan was very familiar with it. It was clearly the backpack he carried every day when he went to work.
Zhao Huan opened his cell phone, computer, notebook, carbon pen, and a magazine called "Qiushi" which introduced scientific knowledge with trembling hands.
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