Raiders of the Villainous Emperor[Transmigration Book]

Between dreams and waking, Si Jin seemed to hear someone calling him, one after another.

"Why are you still awake?"

"It's been 12 years, and it's not easy for me to wait for you back."

"Wake up quickly."

Si Jin opened his eyes in a daze. The light from nowhere gave his eyes a tingling sensation, which made him subconsciously raise his hand to block the light in front of him.

Just as his hand was raised, another hand held his hand tightly.

interlocking fingers.

The other party sat in front of him, blocking the sudden light.

Si Jin slowly opened her eyes, looking at the familiar face in front of her, the memory before fainting flashed in fragments, it seemed complete, but something seemed missing.

What was left were some memories that he didn't remember originally, but almost completely appeared in his mind.

The memory is too complex, and there are many fragmented content, a large number of memories stimulated his mind, so that the drowsiness when he just woke up was completely washed away.

He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse: "what's wrong with me?"

"You suddenly fell into a coma. I asked the imperial doctor to see it, but they couldn't explain why. Fortunately, I finally woke up now." Murong Qi said, holding Si Jin's hand slightly, as if he was afraid of something.

Si Jin was lying on the bed talking to him, but after a while she felt that this posture was really uncomfortable, and struggled to get up.

Maybe it was because he got up too fast, but he felt that he couldn't use his strength when he was halfway up, and his body went limp.

Fortunately, Murong Qi grabbed him in time at this moment, and put the cushion placed aside behind Si Jin.

Si Jin turned his head and looked, this cushion is the same as the one he used before, but this cushion needs to be updated, and the comfort level of lying on the cushion is also higher than before.

I don't know when it was done.

Murong Qi comforted in a low voice: "No rush, take your time."

Si Jin looked back at him with a complicated expression.

Murong Qi was not gentle 12 years ago, but at that time his gentleness was always a bit domineering and tough, even when he was gentle, he always had the meaning of intolerance and rejection.

Now 12 years have passed, and Murong Qi has become a 30-year-old Murong Qi, with a much more mature appearance, but the childish overbearing at the beginning has been restrained as much as possible.

Memories come back, although some of them are fuzzy, but fortunately most of them have been recovered.

Those things 12 years ago, those things 24 years ago.

In his memory, it was only a few months, but in Murong Qi's life, 24 years have passed.

"Did you believe it?" Murong Qi whispered, his eyes carefully fell into Si Jin's eyes, afraid that he would say "don't believe it" again.

Si Jin turned her head and looked at the environment of the room.

This room is not the same as the one where he was unconscious before, and there are not many pens and inks belonging to him, just a few calligraphy and paintings for chatting.

One is a Q version of Murong Qi that he painted 24 years ago.

One is a "beauty poem" written by him 12 years ago.

There is another one with the words "Murong Qi" written on it.

These three can be regarded as his "graffiti" works, they are not serious calligraphy and paintings, but Murong Qi framed them well, as if they were serious literati calligraphy and painting.

"I wrote it, and I also drew it." Si Jin admitted, but did not directly explain that she had recovered her memory.

Murong Qi carefully helped Si Jin up from the bed, put his arms around him and carefully looked at the calligraphy and paintings, and said in a low voice: "There will be no one else but you. Since you have the ability to resurrect a dead body, you can think that if I never met you, It is absolutely impossible to have the ability to forge your handwriting."

Si Jin nodded. Murong Qi's words really hit the point. Even if he hadn't recovered his memory, he might not be able to refute Murong Qi's explanation.

Handwriting and handwriting, of course there must be someone who can have handwriting. If Si Jin has never appeared before, where did Murong Qi know about his handwriting?What's the use of forging his handwriting?

These calligraphy and paintings are indeed evidence that Si Jin once appeared.

However, when Si Jin looked at the calligraphy and painting not far away, she still had doubts in her mind.

For example, why did he suddenly lose his memory when he appeared this time?

And why, even though he has recovered his memory now, some memories are still fragmented?

Si Jin thought about it, then looked at Murong Qi who was looking at him seriously, and sighed silently in her heart.

Forget it, appease this person first, and ask the system later.

"I believe that your majesty is the king of a country and the proud son of heaven. There is really no need to lie." Si Jin did not say that she had recovered her memory, but admitted Murong Qi's words, "What's more, if I hadn't appeared However, it is true that others cannot imitate my calligraphy and painting."

What Si Jin said was mainly about the Q version of Murong Qi's painting.

When he first painted, he didn't think too much, but he was tired of writing "Murong Qi" all the time, so he drew something casually to change his mood.

These Q-version paintings are all in a modern style. Unless there is a second traveler besides him in this world, he really can't think of anyone who can draw such a painting.

Murong Qi had a smile in his eyes, and was about to say something when a trembling voice came from outside the door.

"Your Majesty, the imperial doctor has arrived."

"Come in." Murong Qi said, getting up to make room.

The imperial doctor was brought in by the little eunuch, and he kept bowing from the moment he entered the door, until Murong Qi got up and walked aside, he looked up carefully, and saw that Master Si, who had been unconscious until now, was awake, he was greatly relieved .

It's okay, okay, if he still fell asleep, he would have to be scolded again.

The imperial doctor stepped forward slowly, and took out the pulse pillow from the medicine box: "Master Si, please reach out, and the old minister will take your pulse."

"Thank you." Si Jin smiled slightly, and took the initiative to stretch out her hand and put it on the pulse pillow.

The imperial doctor took the pulse carefully, pressed it for a while, and then changed his posture for a while, and after a long time, he asked in a low voice: "Master Si, is there any discomfort recently?"

Si Jin thought about it carefully for a while, mainly thinking about the original physical condition of this body.

After thinking about it for a while, I didn't think of anything wrong. After all, although the original owner's family background is average, he is in excellent health. Even in the previous few exams and such a difficult environment, he has never been sick. Get weak.

Thinking of this, he shook his head directly: "No."

The imperial doctor's expression was complicated, he seemed to be heaving a sigh of relief, and he seemed to be relieved at the same time.

Murong Qi stood aside, watching the change in the imperial doctor's expression, he felt a little unhappy: "How about you just say it, what's the point of putting on this appearance?"

The imperial doctor quickly retracted the pulse pillow under Si Jin's wrist, shook his head and said, "I have no other intentions, but Mr. Guan Si's pulse is steady and powerful, calm and gentle, and does not seem to be a disease..."

As he was speaking, the imperial doctor looked at Murong Qi's expression, saw that his expression still seemed a little wrong, and said: "But before Mr. Si was unconscious, I thought that Xu was frightened by Bai Sunset, so I'm going to Prescribe some anti-shock... anti-shock medicine."

In the end, maybe the imperial doctor also felt that his words were not reasonable, and his voice became lower and lower, and he felt a little guilty.

I also know that if it is just frightened, it is absolutely impossible for him to faint for no reason. It is just that there is nothing wrong with Si Jin's pulse. Not to mention sick people, or strong people. Some people's pulse is not as good as the boss's. Jin is strong and powerful.

Si Jin's pulse was very normal, and it was exactly like this that he couldn't come up with any prescription other than "suppressant medicine".

The medicine is three-point poisonous, and he really dare not prescribe other medicines indiscriminately. Only this "sedative medicine", just add a few doses of mild food and tonic medicines, to strengthen the body and nourish Qi, even a person without disease can also nourish it. The body is not bad at all.

Murong Qi was really dissatisfied with the imperial doctor's perfunctory, his face turned cold and he was about to explode, but the corner of his eye fell on Si Jin.

He suppressed the anger in his heart, and looked at the imperial doctor coldly: "Have you read all the books I bought for you before?"

The imperial doctor quickly bowed his head: "Look... I've read most of it."

"I'm afraid it's not enough. As an imperial doctor, if you don't think about making progress, you will be bound one day." Murong Qi looked at him coldly, "From today onwards, the imperial doctors of the imperial hospital will go to Beijing to treat the common people in turn, at least once a day. Hundreds of clinics, no rest if you can't finish reading!"

The imperial doctor's mood became more complicated, and he knelt tremblingly: "Yes, your majesty, I obey the order."

"Aren't you going to prescribe the prescription for suppressing shock?" Murong Qi started to chase people away.

"Yes, I will leave." The imperial doctor stood up carefully, turned around and left with the medicine box on his back.

After the imperial doctor left, the eunuchs and maids who had been in the house withdrew out of the house one after another, keeping a distance where they could be called at any time without being disturbed.

Murong Qi sat down by the bed again, with a gentle voice: "How do you feel now?"

Si Jin shook her head: "I'm fine."

His body is completely different from that of Concubine Hong before, so naturally he won't suffer from Concubine Hong's discomfort.

On the contrary, after being mentioned by Murong Qi, he suddenly remembered his current physical condition and planned to get up and get out of bed.

It's a pity that as soon as he made a move, he was suppressed by Murong Qi.

"What are you doing when you get up? Take a good rest and take care of your body. Even if you have forgotten what happened before, my heart is still the same. Listen to my words and lie down on the bed and rest." Murong Qi comforted him carefully, and twitched from the side. A corner of the over-thin quilt lightly covered Si Jin's body.

Si Jin lowered her head, she couldn't help the corners of her mouth twitching, and she couldn't refuse Murong Qi's kindness, so she could only politely say: "Doesn't your majesty feel... hot?"

While talking, Si Jin looked up at Murong Qi.

Murong Qi resentfully lifted the thin quilt covering Si Jin's body, and folded it back to its original place.

Si Jin breathed a sigh of relief, he was really not used to such a gentle Murong Qi now.

To avoid embarrassment for both of them, Si Jin thoughtfully changed the subject: "Your Majesty, did you and I do the same?"

He looked into Murong Qi's eyes, intentionally showing a bit of bewilderment.

He has always been used to keeping things in his own hands, now that everything is unclear, it is not appropriate to directly reveal the truth to Murong Qi, so he simply keeps it a secret for now.

It's just amnesia, it has nothing to do with the business.

Si Jin's question caused Murong Qi to lower his eyes slightly, he took Si Jin's palm and clasped it behind his back, and after confirming that he had tightened his grip, he slowly raised his head.

"At the beginning, you and I were in love, we agreed to live and die together, in the huge harem, apart from you, I have never met other concubines. If it hadn't been for your accident, you and I must be a couple of gods and gods now." Murong Qi said solemnly. Dao, the tone is full of regret.

Si Jin's pupils opened slightly: "The two love each other, live and die together?"

Murong Qi clenched Si Jin's hand even more, and nodded earnestly: "I have been waiting for you to come back."

Si Jin looked at Murong Qi's affectionate appearance, if he hadn't recovered his memory, he might have believed Murong Qi's words.

If I don't remember that he is pretending to have amnesia now, I really want to ask:

Murong Qi, where's your face?Do you still want your face? ! ! !