Use mobile phones to teach the ancients to do infrastructure

"One of the Nine Ministers of Ting Wei's Mansion, there is such a shameless evil in the family."

"I heard that he was thrown directly from Prince Jiao's bed under the watchful eyes of everyone. He was whipped ten times and his flesh was bloody. At that time, he thought he would not survive."

"Duanxiu who humiliated the royal family!"

"Tsk, if I were him, I would have hit the wall and died. First, I would not harm my parents, and second, I would not insult the royal family. It is a shameful thing."

Chen Bo suddenly sat up from the bed, his face covered with cold sweat.

I picked up my phone and checked, it was three o'clock in the afternoon.

On the phone, there was a message from my friend Tang Shen, "Brother Bai, I haven't been able to contact you for a few days, where are you?"

Chen Bo calmly replied with two words, "Ancient times."

"Brother Bai, are you kidding me? Send me a message in ancient times?"

Chen Bo glanced at the news, and sure enough no one would believe it.

He couldn't explain, it was a different era, why his mobile phone could still receive the signal.

He also couldn't explain why he woke up from this body.

He casually took two pictures of the scenery outside the window with his mobile phone and sent them to Tang Shen.

The photo shows the courtyard of a traditional garden, with a corridor made of black mahogany, full of ancient charm.

Added a sentence, "Authentic ancient courtyard."

Tang Shen replied, "Nowadays there is no real ancient house, which has been renovated hundreds of times. Brother Bo is on vacation in the ancient town?"

Chen Bo smiled and did not forcefully explain.

Instead, he picked up his mobile phone, opened the shopping software, and clicked on the analgesic and anti-inflammatory medicine to treat trauma.

A medicine box that was incompatible with the environment here just appeared in front of him, as if it had been there all along.

why?

unknown.

If he hadn't accidentally discovered that he could still buy online goods with his mobile phone, maybe this body would really have died.

He opened the ointment and put the medicine on his back with some difficulty.

It is enough to make people sigh that Bai, the eldest son of Tingwei's mansion, one of the nine ministers, and the once magnificent son of Shangjing, has ended up in such a deserted field.

Being disgusted by gods and ghosts, being belittled and insulted by others, and being stoned when walking on the street, this is Chen Bai's current situation.

But who knew that the shameless son Bai, who was known by everyone as the one who seduced the prince's dead sleeve, was the prince Jiao who had someone drag him to the bed forcibly, and throw him out of the bed when everyone arrived. Give whipping.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, his reputation was completely ruined, and it was useless for him to argue, how humiliating and aggrieved.

Chen Bo's current body is very strange, perhaps because he has the memories of two people, those unwarranted slander and humiliation seemed to happen to him, as if he had experienced it himself.

Even thinking about it a little bit, the body trembled, the chest was filled with resentment, making people panic, and the eyes were red.

Chen Bo quickly calmed down.

"If you come, you will be safe, and you will have to live in the end."

He doesn't have any big ambitions, it's good to live a good life, but judging from his current situation, it may not be easy to live like a normal person.

Just thinking about it, the phone suddenly flickered.

When I picked it up, it was all garbled characters.

Spam text messages, who is so boring?

mischief?

Looking at the other person's portrait, he couldn't help but froze.

Isn't this the account on his spare phone?Because it is a spare phone, there is only my own contact information on it.

Chen Bo's expression became strange.

The mobile phone in his hand was actually picked up by his predecessor when he was playing. He once suspected that his ability to wake up from this body had something to do with it.

In his previous life, when he had a car accident, he rolled off the cliff with two mobile phones.

His mobile phone can be picked up by the ancients, so maybe his spare mobile phone can also be picked up by other ancients.

Looking at the garbled codes sent over, do you think you have picked up some magical stone and are studying it seriously?

It is really impossible to imagine an ancient person clicking on a mobile phone.

Chen Bo hesitated for a moment. Perhaps out of curiosity, he set up some special effects, such as cat ears and an awl-shaped face. After ensuring that his mother would not recognize him, he clicked on the video call.

After all, if you send a message and ask who the other party is, the other party probably does not know simplified Chinese characters.

……

Dagan Kingdom, Shangjing City, Imperial Palace.

Qi Zheng recently picked up a particularly interesting stone slab.

Speaking of the origin of this stone slab is quite legendary, it was obtained when he was hit by a meteorite that fell one day on his car on the way back to Dagan Kingdom after he had stayed in Dazhao Kingdom for eight years as a proton.

The slate is square and square, the material is unknown, it is as smooth as a mirror, it feels cold and comfortable to the touch, and sometimes it has a brilliance, as if it is breathing, it is extremely magical.

Click on it, and strange symbols will appear.

These symbols are similar to words, but they are very different. He always feels that these symbols have some special meaning, but he can't find the pattern.

Because this slate feels very good and is very convenient to carry, he recently put it on his body and took it out to study when he had nothing to do.

For example, now, this slate has undergone new changes,

A green and a red pattern appeared on the slate.

Qi Zheng touched the slate, but there was no response, not even the symbols that would appear when he pressed it before.

Touching things here and there, he touched the green pattern with his fingers.

The next moment, Qi Zheng almost threw the slate in his hand.

What did he see?

On the stone slab, a monster with two furry ears, a palm-sized face, and an inhumanly pointed chin was looking at him with black jewel-like eyes blinking.

It must be a monster, with cat ears.

The key point is that the monster's clothes are disheveled, his shoulders are exposed, and his trousers are pulled up halfway, revealing two ridiculously white calves.

Isn't it just those monsters who hook up with strong men in the storybook.

In fact, it was because Chen Bo had an injury on his back, so he couldn't put on his clothes at all, and because of the hot weather, he pulled up his trousers a little.

In Chen Bo's era, this was nothing at all, not to mention showing shoulders and legs, even if he only wore shorts on TV, no one would say anything, but he ignored that the present is ancient centuries ago, and he is so in the eyes of others I'm afraid I'll break my leg.

At least in Qi Zheng's eyes, that's almost the case.

Qi Zheng took out his sword, shook it, and prepared to chop the monster.

I thought I picked up a divine stone, but unexpectedly it turned out to be an evil thing.

Chen Bo was also looking at Qi Zheng.

Unexpectedly, it was him, Prince Zheng.

People in the capital said that Prince Zheng was sent to the Great Zhao Kingdom as a proton since he was a child, lacking in upbringing, perverted and violent by nature, eccentric and withdrawn, destined to be the lone star of heavenly evil, and was disliked by the King.

If you think about it, there must be something unpleasant about being sent out as a proton.

In the past, because of the personality of the other party, Chen Bo always avoided him from a distance, and there was no intersection.

But now, Chen Bo smiled.

Since Prince Zheng returned to Shangjing, he had made trouble for Prince Jiao a lot. Just because of this, Chen Bai liked the other party a lot.

It's just that Prince Zheng's face is as cold as frost, and he is holding the sword with a serious face.

Is this going to hack the phone?

Chen Bo hurriedly said, "No, it's better to keep it as a souvenir."

It's rare for an ancient person to be a netizen, but he wants to hack his mobile phone.

Qi Zheng: "..."

Stone... Did the stone slab speak?

Chen Bo was about to say something when there were soft footsteps outside the door.

Hang up the video and put away the phone.

The door was pushed open, revealing a clever kid with a curly hair.

Seeing that Chen Bo was already awake, he opened the door and walked in, holding a medicine bowl in his hand.

He filled the potion with a spoon and fed it into Chen Bai's mouth on tiptoe.

"Brother, I have to cover my face when I go out now, and others call me the younger brother of a pervert."

"Brother, the doctor said that a pot of medicine can be boiled into a bowl of water. Your younger brother is very smart. I let someone boil it into three bowls. I will make two bowls for you later. After drinking it, your wounds will be healed."

Too clever.

Chen Bo: "..."

No wonder the medicine in his mouth tasted bad.

This child is Chen Bai's younger brother Chen Xiaobu, the young master of Tingwei Mansion.

His yard is very deserted now, no one is allowed to enter except those who deliver meals, so Chen Xiaobu sneaked in sneaking in because of his small size.

Chen Bo said while drinking the tasteless potion, "What's going on outside now?"

Chen Xiaobu is the only connection he has with the outside world now. Whether the Tingwei Mansion is for the royal family or other people, he must be left to fend for itself, so the Tingwei Mansion will be better off.

Chen Xiaobu said heartlessly, "Not all of them are the same. There is a circle of scholars on the outside of our mansion, queuing up to scold from morning to night. Now I am looking forward to the rain every day, and they will be soaked..."

Rats crossing the street, everyone shouted and beaten, people blocked the door, poked the spine with a pen, it was really miserable.

Chen Xiaobu continued, "I heard from the servants who went out to buy vegetables that Prince Jiao recently took in a great customer, and his paintings are very realistic and good, even the king praised them. Now there are many celebrities Everyone went to the Prince's Mansion to enjoy the paintings, and it was crowded with people, so it was very lively."

Chen Bo: "..."

The crown prince Jiao knows how to use meritocracy, and what he is most proud of is raising a family of strategists with their own strengths, which is well known in the whole capital.

It's just that he is so bleak now, but the other party is so beautiful, I really don't want to be reconciled.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Why are your eyes red?"

Chen Bo was taken aback for a moment, unexpectedly he was affected to such an extent just thinking about it, and the resentment in his heart was too heavy.

After taking it easy, he really couldn't drink the potion Chen Xiaobu handed over, and said, "Remember to tell me when you hear any new news."

Chen Xiaobu nodded ignorantly, "Brother, if our Tingwei Mansion collapses, will we have to go out to beg for food, you take the big bowl and I take the small bowl, it's so pitiful."

Chen Bo: "..."

After dismissing Chen Xiaobu who didn't know what was going on in his little head, Chen Bai also endured the tingling pain on his back and walked into the yard.

Glancing at the two rough maids guarding the gate of the yard, he was being grounded, and walked to a flowerbed that blocked his view.

He took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the blooming flowers in the flower garden. Even the flying bees could be clearly seen in the picture.

"A painting that is very realistic? The crowd is like a city, and the scenery is infinite? The most proud family strategist? Prince Jiao is living a bright life."

The corners of Chen Bai's mouth turned upward, he turned on his phone, found a printing shop, and sent the painting he just took.

"Color printing, pictorial size, just print it and hang it in your online store."

If you don't give Prince Jiao a retribution, how can you be worthy of his humiliation and humiliation.