Dressed in ancient times to be a master of women's clothing

Song Yu was scared to death when she thought she would not be able to come back. Now that she has truly returned to the modern age, she has a sense of surprise for the rest of her life, and comforted her: "Mom, I'm fine."

"What's wrong with your voice?" Mother Song's focus was on his voice first, and she was a little surprised that her son suddenly spoke like a gentle girl.

Song Yu was also taken aback, remembering that because he took Yiyin Wan in ancient times, even his modern voice changed. Fortunately, he was familiar with his own voice and didn't say too much, imitating his previous voice. The voice, umm, huh, huh, huh.

He smelled the familiar aroma of home-cooked food, and suddenly he was hungry, rubbed his stomach and ran to the dining table to eat, thinking that he was too homesick to have a dream.

But the scent in the nose, the temperature in the mouth, and the taste on the taste buds are all too real, but now he feels that the ancient line is like a dream.

Recalling carefully, he fell asleep when he was too sleepy in ancient times. It seems that every time he wakes up, the time and space he is in will switch. From this point of view, the medium of time travel is his sleep.

Song Ma continued to pick up food for him, Song Yu ate them one by one, and burped when he was full, Song Ma carefully asked: "Is it because your mother forced you to find a job recently, you are under too much pressure , that’s why you always sleep like this?”

Song Yu looked at her worried eyebrows and swallowed all the words he wanted to confess.

How can he confess?Said that he will travel back to ancient times as soon as he sleeps, and he wants to be a female substitute?She estimated that her mother would take him to the psychiatric department for an examination without saying anything, so she immediately shook her head, "No."

After a meal, Song Yu had just returned to the room, but was caught off guard and fell asleep again. He yelled in his heart that something was wrong, and hurriedly dragged his mother to explain: "I'm very tired these days, so I sleep for a long time. Don't worry, I'll check it out as soon as I'm free."

After finishing speaking, her eyelids weighed a thousand catties. Song Yu hurriedly threw herself on the bed, and fell asleep in a short while.

Song Yu was awakened directly by the splash, and the ancient-style room pillars appeared in his eyes, which confirmed his idea that his sleep was through a medium.

At this moment, he was tied to the chair, his heavy dress was soaked and stuck to his skin, the biting coolness penetrated, and his fingers were pinched by a row of torture instruments with cotton pads, severe pain slowly gushed out from this body up.

What cruel instruments of torture were not used, but dark torture with no visible wounds.

Seeing King Fusui's black face appear again, Song Yu sighed. It turned out that he was forced into a dark room again. After one or two times, he seemed to be getting used to it.

"What did you tell that boy Yin Fan?"

The aggressive words were harsh, as if Song Yu entered the palace and caused some catastrophe.

It's just that he and his party are calm, the queen is not as vicious as in the TV series, the arrogant and domineering prince did not make things difficult for him, Yin Fan also looks weak and gentle, and it really looks like he has visited the palace museum.

Song Yu thought he had done nothing wrong, so he didn't take it seriously, "I didn't say anything, let me go, I'm so cold."

King Fusui was annoyed by his perfunctory attitude, and caught off guard and slapped him: "Why did he delay the marriage without saying anything, ah?"

Song Yu's heart was full of crap, the slap print on Lao Tzu's face disappeared and you got a new one not long after?

But at this moment, he was under the fence, poisoned and tied up, and the row of torture instruments hanging beside him was shining coldly, so he had no choice but to swallow his breath and stare back with cold eyes.

"He said he was in poor health, so he said he would delay the marriage. Could it be that I, a woman, still wish to marry him?"

Song Yu's voice was a bit sarcastic, although what he said was reasonable, but this stubborn face was really not flattering, King Fusui suppressed the urge to curse, and snorted coldly: "Don't play tricks on me!"

Aunt Qing was soft-hearted, looking at the same face as Song Yuyun, she had a heart of love, begged for a few words of love, and King Fusui just flung his sleeves and left.

She stepped forward to untie Song Yu, and the instrument of torture she took off was smeared with a faint smell of blood, and she couldn't help but click her tongue. Song Yu also rolled his eyes in pain and gasped.

Fearing that others would see his wound, Aunt Qing put a heavy cloak on Song Yu and slowly helped him back to the courtyard.

Mo Gufei who was on the eaves immediately saw Song Yu, who was pale and wearing inappropriate clothes—he didn't wear a cloak when he went out.

As soon as Song Yu stepped through the door, he suddenly became dizzy and fell down limply.

Aunt Qing summoned two personal servants to serve her, and they delivered medicine and soup, and even brought out a pot of shocking blood.

Mo Gufei was slightly taken aback, suppressed his curiosity to rush down, and sneaked into the beam of the boudoir, just in time to see Song Yu fainted...

With the lessons learned from the past, Mo Gufei naturally knew who did it, and a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes——

Song Zhan, an old fox, can even kill his own daughter, no wonder he can ignore the lives of the whole village...

Song Yu, who fell into the darkness again in a short period of time, seemed to have a circle of gold stars in front of his eyes, his body was numb, wondering if he had returned to the modern age this time.

Sure enough, when he opened his eyes again, what he saw was indeed modern times, but he found himself lying in a clean and tidy ward, surrounded by dazzling white, and the disgusting smell of disinfectant coming from all directions.

"you're awake?!"

The voices of surprise from the mother and the doctor sounded, and Song Yu rubbed his head in a daze and asked, "Why am I in the hospital?"

"Have you forgotten? You passed out and fell asleep just after eating. I couldn't wake you up, so I contacted my colleague directly and sent you over."

Song Ma explained, and the doctor next to him also looked at the report in his hand and said, "I did some physical examination for you just now, but there are no abnormal indicators."

"Why am I numb all over..." Song Yu regained his senses, feeling as if an electric current had flowed through his limbs and bones, and asked weakly, Song Ma said distressedly: "You haven't been able to wake up, so I just gave you Stimulated with a slight electric current, your body's reaction is much weaker than that of ordinary people, and you just woke up now, but there is nothing abnormal about your body..."

When Song Yu finished eating at home, he was woken up by torture by King Fusui in ancient times, so the modern self suddenly fell asleep.

It's just that he didn't expect that he was tortured again in ancient times. Although it was quite painful, he didn't faint. It is probably because of the electric shock in the hospital that he returned to modern times.

Song Yu, who had just been punished in ancient times, was exhausted physically and mentally, and his face was pale. Although the scars on his body were not obvious, his whole body was obviously weak. Song's mother couldn't help feeling sorry for her son, and called to stop the examination.

"Don't worry, Mom, I've been under a lot of pressure recently, and I haven't adjusted well... If it doesn't work after a while, I'll come and see for myself, don't worry about it all the time, I know you are a doctor, and you can't see your son being sick—" —”

"What nonsense! Forget it, you can have a good rest at home, Mom won't worry about you."

Although Song Yu was still looking weird, Mama Song also let go and promised not to send him to the hospital casually.

It is estimated that the ancient self got a good rest, and Song Yu's mental condition has improved a lot.

After tidying up in the hospital, I went home, contacted my familiar friends and classmates, and posted a post to tell my circle of friends about my "narcolepsy", explaining that I have to rest for a while, and I can't agree to any invitations to go out and participate in social activities.

After finishing these tasks, Song Yu turned to the medical books, wanting to learn about the poison on his body.

Song Yu's family has a lot of medical books. Although he is also a medical student, his mother guided him to fill out the volunteer application, and he didn't have much interest in it.

It's just that his mother, who also studies medicine, wants him to inherit his career ideals.At this time, because of this strange disease, he had to stop his studies, so he could only scratch his head and do nothing.

He searched for the memory of when he swallowed the pill, trying to find some clues from the taste and smell, but he was forced to eat it too quickly and couldn't recall it.

I only remember that "Thousand Arrows Piercing the Heart" is red in color and has a pungent smell. The root of the tongue is pungent when swallowed, but the tip of the tongue still has sweetness.I wrote down all the information, flipped through modern books, and memorized the ancient books mentioned that might be helpful.

It is very difficult to find these ancient books now, even if there are, they are very valuable, but when he travels to ancient times, as the princess, it is not too difficult for him to search for some.

At about twelve o'clock in the evening, Song Yu felt sleepy, lying on the comfortable Simmons, fell asleep peacefully, and then opened his eyes, it was Mo Gufei who was frowning tightly, staring at him by the candlelight beside the bed.

"Princess, are you awake?"

The author has something to say: Song Yu: I have endured too much after waking up repeatedly between the two worlds...