Traveling through troubled times, he fled with his stepson

The morning sun shone through the heavy curtains and sprinkled on the bronze wooden bed. Lin Qingyin slowly opened her eyes, and in front of her was a strange and quaint room. She tried to get up, but found that her vision was unusually high and her body became heavy and strong. Looking down, she was surprised to find that she was wearing a blue shirt, and the outline of her chest was actually a male body.

"You're finally awake, husband." A gentle voice broke the morning silence.

Lin Qingyin looked up and saw a woman in a light-colored long dress standing beside the bed, smiling and concerned. She was Su Wan'er, Lin Qingyin's wife, a talented woman known for her gentleness and virtue. Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes were like autumn water, and every movement revealed the upbringing of a scholarly family.

"Where...where am I?" Lin Qingyin's voice was low and hoarse as she tried hard to adapt to this new identity and environment.

"This is your home, our home." Su Wan'er gently held her hand. "You drank too much last night. I guess you were quite drunk."

Lin Qingyin was shocked. She remembered that she was studying the mysterious ancient book in the library last night, and then she felt dizzy and woke up like this. She tried to stand up, but every step seemed clumsy and heavy.

"Husband, you seem a little different today." Su Wan'er frowned slightly, as if she had noticed something strange about Lin Qingyin.

"Really? Maybe he's still drunk." Lin Qingyin tried her best to hide her panic. She needed time to sort out her thoughts.

At this moment, hurried footsteps were heard outside the door, and a middle-aged man hurried in. He was Chen Ming, Lin Qingyin's good friend and a scholar of this era. He was of medium build, with a serious face and a thirst for knowledge in his eyes.

"Qingyin, you're finally awake. I heard that you were drunk last night, so I came to visit you." There was a hint of blame in Chen Ming's voice.

"Thank you for your concern, Brother Chen." Lin Qingyin tried her best to imitate the etiquette of that era, but her heart was surging.

The three of them sat in the study, and Lin Qingyin tried to understand the situation of this world under the pretext of asking for knowledge. She learned that this was a society similar to that of ancient times, and that she was a scholar of some fame.

As time goes by, Lin Qingyin gradually adapts to this new identity, but the confusion and uneasiness in her heart still follow her. She begins to think about how to survive in this strange world, and at the same time, she is looking for a way to return to the modern world. All this requires her to gain a firm foothold in this era and play the role of this "scholar" well.

As night fell, Lin Qingyin sat alone in the study, playing with an ink pen in her hand, her heart was full of ups and downs. She knew that her journey had just begun, and the road ahead was full of unknowns and challenges.

The moonlight was like water, sprinkled in the quiet courtyard. Lin Qingyin walked alone among the flower paths, with a lot of thoughts in her mind. She had gradually gotten used to the pace of life in this era, but she was still puzzled about the mystery of her identity. Whenever it was late at night, she would always think back to that night in the library and the mysterious ancient book that triggered everything.

One afternoon, Lin Qingyin and Su Wan'er went to the market together. The shouts of vendors on both sides of the street were heard one after another, and pedestrians were coming and going. However, Lin Qingyin's eyes were attracted by the ancient books on a stall. She walked forward, gently stroked the yellowed pages with her fingers, and an inexplicable sense of intimacy surged in her heart.

"Husband, are you interested in ancient books?" Su Wan'er asked softly, with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

"Yes, I have been studying ancient books." Lin Qingyin came back to her senses and answered with a smile.

At this moment, a figure quietly appeared behind them. It was Chen Ming, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

"Qingyin, I heard that you are quite knowledgeable about ancient books. How about we discuss it together?" Chen Ming suggested.

Lin Qingyin's heart moved. This was exactly the opportunity she had been looking for. So the three of them found a teahouse to sit down and began an in-depth discussion about ancient books.

As the topic deepened, Lin Qingyin showed her profound knowledge of ancient books, which surprised Chen Ming. He thought Lin Qingyin only had a superficial understanding, but he didn't expect that she could discuss with him so deeply.

"Brother Qingyin, your knowledge is eye-opening to me. I wonder if you are interested in joining our academic group?" Chen Ming's eyes were shining with anticipation.

Lin Qingyin was delighted. This was a great opportunity for her to integrate into this era and find clues to return home. She agreed without hesitation.

However, as they were talking, an unexpected piece of news interrupted their conversation. A commotion suddenly came from a corner of the market, and people gathered around to watch. It turned out that an old man was telling a legend about time travel, claiming that someone had witnessed the appearance of a time traveler.

Lin Qingyin's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly pulled Su Wan'er and Chen Ming into the crowd. Although the old man's words were absurd, Lin Qingyin caught a clue that might be related to her own time travel.

"Husband, why are you so nervous?" Su Wan'er noticed that Lin Qingyin was acting strangely.

"Nothing, nothing." Lin Qingyin forced a smile, but the waves in her heart became more and more turbulent.

From that moment on, Lin Qingyin decided to explore the secrets of this time and space more deeply and find a way to return to the modern world. And the key to all this seems to be hidden in every corner of this ancient world.

The autumn breeze was refreshing, and the leaves were falling. Lin Qingyin stood in front of the window of the study, staring at the yellowed old locust tree in the yard, but her heart was surging. Since that trip to the market, she became more and more convinced that her time travel was not accidental, but related to some mysterious power. In order to find the truth, she began to frequently go in and out of various antique book stores and libraries, hoping to find more clues.

One day, Lin Qingyin met a mysterious old man in an antique book store. He was dressed in a simple gray robe, with a gray beard, but his eyes were sharp. The old man called himself Zhao Banxian, a Feng Shui master who traveled all over the world. He seemed to have heard about Lin Qingyin's experience and offered to help her solve the mystery of time travel.

"Young man, you have an extraordinary destiny. The time travel may be closely related to your fate." Zhao Banxian's words shocked Lin Qingyin.

"Sir, can you give me some advice?" Lin Qingyin asked anxiously.

"The secret cannot be revealed, but if you really want to find the answer, you can go to the ancient temple in the west of the city at noon tomorrow to find out." Zhao Banxian said mysteriously and then floated away.

The next day, Lin Qingyin came to the ancient temple in the west of the city as agreed. The temple was simple and quiet, with smoke curling around. Under the guidance of Zhao Banxian, she found a secret entrance to the basement. The basement was full of ancient runes and murals, which seemed to record the secrets of time travel.