Jiang Muyan When he woke up, he found himself dressed in ancient clothes and lying on a strange bed.
When a young man dressed as a servant saw him open his eyes, he immediately rushed towards him in surprise. "Your Majesty, you are finally awake."
It took him a long time to figure out the situation before him:
He is no longer Jiang Muyan, but the eldest son of the Jing Dynasty, the Duke of Wei, thousands of years ago, Wei Xun.
Jiang Muyan has heard about time travel.
I just didn't expect that it would fall on me.
As soon as he sat up with helpless support on his forehead, he saw a woman in luxurious clothes opened the curtain and came in, mumbling. "Young masters of aristocratic families of your age have already had several children. When will you be willing to get married?"
The old lady who was following behind waved her hand. "Okay, okay, don't rush me. My grandson is so good, he has to be picky. I happen to be going to Water Moon Nunnery later to offer incense, and I want him to stay with me for a few days, so that you don't dislike him."
Jiang Muyan was just trying to avoid the pressure to get married, so he immediately agreed and followed the old lady out the door.
After arriving at Water Moon Nunnery, after settling down with his grandmother, he walked around the nunnery at will, trying to understand the surrounding environment first.
But as I was walking, I suddenly heard sharp scoldings coming from not far away.
He followed the sound and turned into a remote courtyard, where he saw two old nuns throwing a pile of wet clothes on the ground, cursing. "I can't finish washing these clothes today, and I'm not allowed to eat. You are just a bastard who steals life, and we are the benevolent people who gave you a mouthful of food. A dirty thing like you would have been beaten to death and thrown out if you had left it elsewhere."
A thin girl squatted on the ground, rubbing her clothes with her head down, without saying a word.
The nun was so annoyed at being ignored that she raised her hand and pulled out a whip. "I'm talking to you, are you mute?"
The girl squatting on the ground suddenly raised her head and grabbed the tip of the whip.
Those eyes were as cold as ice.
Jiang Muyan's pupils suddenly shrank.
This face--
It's Song Yutang.
Did she wear it too?
He didn't have time to think about it and rushed forward, taking three steps at a time and then two steps at a time.
At this moment, another nun became angry and raised her whip. "You ignorant bitch, who gave you the courage to fight back?"
The whip whipped against the wind and hit Song Yutang's shoulder. Jiang Muyan grabbed the whip body and felt burning pain in his palm.
Hearing his muffled sound, Song Yutang raised his head in surprise.
He ignored the injury on his hand and reached out to help her. "Are you okay?"
Song Yutang, however, hurriedly retracted his hand as if he was frightened, lowered his eyes and saluted. "I'm fine, thank you sir for saving me."
Young Master?
Jiang Muyan frowned. "You don't remember me?"
Song Yutang shook his head. "Have we met?"
Jiang Muyan refused to give up and asked tentatively, "Then do you still remember who you are?"
Song Yutang's eyes darkened, he lowered his eyelashes more respectfully, and bowed with dignity. "I am the daughter of Estate of the Earl of Shun'an Song Huaiyuan and Princess Danyang, Song Yutang. Thank you very much, sir, for helping me today."
Jiang Muyan:"..."
His mannerisms, tone of voice, and demeanor are all that of an ancient person.
But under the current situation, Song Yutang couldn't possibly joke with him.
She has no memory of Song Yutang.
But she and Song Yutang have the same face and the same name.
He didn't believe it if there was no connection.
Maybe I lost my memory while traveling through time?
Or...
Is it the past life?
The old nun looked at her dazzlingly and said angrily, "Master, our Water Moon Nunnery is a place that specializes in disciplining women who make mistakes. This girl has made a mistake and will naturally be punished. You'd better not meddle in other people's business."
Jiang Muyan's eyes turned cold, and he subconsciously blocked Song Yutang behind him. "Discipline? Is it discipline or abuse? A high-ranking family in Beijing sent their daughter to be repaired. What qualifications do you have to let her wash her clothes and beat her up?"
The old nun said confidently, "This girl is restless, and the nun is just trying to temper her temper."
Jiang Muyan looked back at Song Yutang.
She was still squatting in the same place washing her clothes. Her hands were swollen to the point of disgrace, her knuckles were scabbed and festered and turned white from the blisters. They were obviously old wounds left over many years.
There was a fire in his heart, he snatched the whip from the old nun's hand, and whipped it at the two of them. "You two are very old, and I don't see you calm down. I will also temper your temper."
The two nuns were beaten so hard that they screamed and crawled on the ground to escape.
Song Yutang seemed to have heard nothing, still lowering his head and rubbing his clothes.
Jiang Muyan threw down the whip and hurriedly took her hand. "Stop washing it, your hands are almost rotten."
Song Yutang withdrew his hand and grabbed another wet suit. "Thank you for your kindness, sir, but you can help me for a while, but you can't help me forever. I can't finish washing today, and I won't have food to eat at night. But if I don't have food every day, I will starve to death."
Jiang Muyan's heart tightened, and he suddenly remembered something. "Your father is Song Huaiyuan. Do you have a sister named Song Lian'er? Your mother is Princess Danyang, the daughter of Prince Zhenbei?"
Song Yutang paused for a moment, then smiled bitterly, "So what? Zhenbei Army's entire army has been wiped out. There is no place for our mother and daughter in this world."
Jiang Muyan took a deep breath.
He remembered.
The girl in front of me who is exactly the same as Song Yutang is the Empress Dowager Duanyi in history.
On the day the private restaurant opened, Song Yutang told Professor Zeng this story.
Empress Dowager Duanyi was sent to a nunnery since he was a child and suffered a lot of torture.
This should be that time point.
So what is the relationship between her and Song Yutang?
Are they close relatives by blood, so they are so similar?
But Empress Dowager Duanyi has no descendants left.
What's more, even the names are exactly the same...
"You really don't remember me?" He still preferred that the Miss Song in front of him was his wife herself.
"The young master is joking, I have never seen the young master before." Song Yutang didn't raise his head and just rubbed his clothes.
Jiang Muyan sighed, "Then what should I do to help you?"
Song Yutang suddenly raised his eyes and glanced at him. "You can't help me. This is what I will do in my life."
At that moment, Jiang Muyan's heart felt as if it had been pricked by a fine needle, and it ached intensely.
He said nothing more, turned around and ran back to his residence quickly, asking the boy to dig out all the gold-creating medicine.
When I hurried back to the dilapidated courtyard, Song Yutang had disappeared.
He asked many people along the way before he found her residence.
A dilapidated Zen room with air leakage from the window lattice and light from the roof.
Song Yutang is sitting quietly by the window, holding a book in his hand and reading.
Jiang Muyan walked in quickly and placed the golden sore medicine in front of her. "Do you still have the heart to read?"
Song Yutang put down the book. "This is the only thing I can do at the moment."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm already trapped here. The only thing I can do is to read more books and understand more principles."
Jiang Muyan felt his heart pinched again, and he couldn't help but take her hand, dipped in ointment and applied it little by little on the festering wounds.
Song Yutang shivered in embarrassment. "Men and women do not have any intimacy."
"You are a patient now, just think of me as a doctor. Doctors do not distinguish between men and women, and patients do not distinguish between men and women."
Song Yutang did not refuse anymore, but a thin layer of red quietly appeared on her cheeks.
Jiang Muyan Seeing her reaction, he felt more and more confident.
This is definitely his wife.
Even if Song Yutang himself didn't wear it, it must have been from the past life.
Just as he himself can transform into Wei Xun, there must be some causal connection between Wei Xun and him.
There are both his wives on the left and right, and he can't ignore them.
The problem is, he has no memory of the original owner when he first came here, he doesn't know the rules here, and he doesn't know where to start if he wants to save people.
During dinner in the evening, he asked his grandmother casually, "What's going on with the Song girl who is practicing in the nunnery? How did the daughter of the princess get bullied like that?"
Grandma's expression calmed down and she lowered her voice. "Prince Zhenbei is our Jing Dynasty's last vassal king with a different surname, and he has a heavy army. Those of the Tian family don't want his descendants to live. What's more... Before I ascended the throne, I also fell in love with Princess Danyang, and Empress Wang has always had a knot in my heart."
Jiang Muyan Although he was not familiar with the twists and turns of the court in this era, he understood it as soon as he heard it.
Song Yutang is an eyesore to everyone.
That's why she lived such a miserable life and was abandoned by her scumbag father.
Later, she was sent to the palace to replace her sister Song Lian'er, probably just to squeeze out the last bit of her use value.
I'm afraid there won't be a day of comfort after marrying the prince.
Now that he has passed through, he must not just watch something like that happen again.
"Grandma." He put down his chopsticks and said seriously, "How can I help her?"
Grandma looked stern, and immediately understood what he meant, and warned in a deep voice, "Don't be shy, that Miss Song has been engaged to the prince Li Zerui since she was a child. Although everyone has agreed over the years, Song Family's legitimate daughter has been replaced by Song Lian'er..."
"Wait..." Jiang Muyan interrupted her abruptly, "What is the prince's name?"