Dressed as a young King Zhuang of Chu

The next day, Xiong Lu got up very late, to be precise, he couldn't get up at all.My head was so dizzy that I could barely open my eyes, and I could only hear someone talking in my ears.

An old voice said: "Wang has a high fever all over his body. I'm afraid it was windy on the road yesterday, and he caught the wind and cold. My minister went to prescribe a medicine to reduce the fever, and he will recover in a few days."

Pressing his hands on his forehead, he put a cold towel on him, and gently wiped his face.He leaned towards the owner of those hands and shouted: "Fuxiu, water...water...give me water..."

After a while, water was brought to his mouth, and he drank greedily without opening his eyes.After a while, someone fed him some concoction again. The concoction was bitter, and Xiong Lu reluctantly opened his eyes, intending to complain.Unexpectedly, when he opened his eyes, he was startled.

The one who wiped his face just now is not Guan Fuxiu, his eyebrows, his posture, he is clearly Qu Wuchen!

Today's Wat Wuchen is wearing green clothes, the style is more casual than yesterday, like casual clothes on weekdays.Xiong Lu shrank back and said hoarsely, "Fuxiu... where did Guan Buyin go?"

Wu Chen looked at him with a half-smile, pointed his hand outward, and said, "Guan Buyin stayed in the king's bedroom for a whole night last night, and the king suddenly had a high fever, so... he was invited by Ruo Ao's family Cross-examination. But...whether it is interrogation or torture, it is unclear."

"What?" He remembered that the Dou Ke Rebellion at the beginning of King Zhuang's accession to the throne was caused by the Ruo Ao family. The assassination and disappearance of King Zhuang some time ago and his assassination on the way back to Yingdu may have something to do with the Ruo Ao family.However, because the Ruo Ao family is too powerful, there are still several people in high positions.Guan Fuxiu was invited to question him, but he didn't know if he would be hurt.

"You...Mr. Shen, go and pass on Bu Yin for the widow, and say that the widow is fine, so don't embarrass Bu Yin."

Qu Wuchen stared at Xiong Lu for a moment, and replied: "Yes, I will go right away. But..." He moved closer, almost touching Xiong Lu's earlobe, and said softly: "My lord, just now the doctor quietly told me, Your Majesty is not suffering from cold and high fever, but...he has injuries on his body. Yesterday, my ministers saw the King alive and well, but Guan Bu Yin stayed in the King's bedroom overnight, and the King fell ill. Your Majesty, there are so many beauties in the palace, why do you... ...Even if you like watching Bu Yin, you shouldn't be so used to him..."

Xiong Lu's face turned red and white at times, what was he misunderstood?

He thought he was the victim?

No!Even if it was a disturbance, if he stood with Guan Fuxiu, wouldn't it be clear at a glance who attacked and who suffered?Guan Fuxiu is shorter and thinner than him, it doesn't look like an attack!

Xiong Lu was very angry, but he didn't want to explain, and said angrily: "Shen Gong, I want to see Guan Bu Yin, immediately! Immediately!"

With a smile on his face, Qu Wuchen carefully covered him with a thin quilt, and said: "Yes, I will go right away. Your Majesty does not want to be taken care of by others, so I leave him here to take care of your Majesty until he recovers."

Xiong Lu pulled the quilt angrily, the wound on his back was burning hot.Even if you are misunderstood, you can temporarily put Guan Fuxiu by your side.The injuries on his body cannot be known by others, and he still needs Guan Fuxiu to teach him a lot.

When he woke up again, the person sitting by the bed became Guan Fuxiu.Guan Fuxiu looked a little tired, Xiong Lu asked: "They didn't do anything to you, did they?"

Guan Fuxiu shook his head and said, "No. Are you better?"

Xiong Lu said: "It's better, but my back still hurts. They didn't find that my fever was caused by my back injury."

Guan Fuxiu understood what he meant, and said, "Lie down, I'll apply the medicine for you."

The couple of bears took off their clothes, and carried them on their backs. On their backs was a vivid pattern of phoenix and birds.Guan Fuxiu pressed lightly, and said: "It's recovering well, there is no inflammation, and it will be cured in a few days."

"Like it? It's not broken, is it?"

"Don't worry, it's almost the same."

Xiong Lu remembered what Qu Wuchen said just now, and wanted to say it, but felt that it was inappropriate, so he stopped mentioning it.He said: "You should stay by my side recently. If you are not here, I will show my feet at any time. I have complained of illness these days and still do not deal with government affairs. Can you teach me to read first?"

Guan Fuxiu nodded and said, "Okay."

"Did you not sleep last night? You look tired."

Guan Fuxiu nodded again, simply fell on the bed and fell asleep.

Xiong Lu sighed, and after making sure that he was not injured, he pulled him onto the bed and said, "A child, what are you doing being brave? Are you sleepy?"

Guan Fuxiu hasn't had much rest in the past few days, and children of this age are lethargic, so he should be exhausted by now.Covering Guan Fuxiu with a quilt, seeing his sleeping face, Xiong Lu suddenly felt drowsy and fell asleep.

It was already past noon when he woke up again, the sun had already set in the west, he was very hungry, Guan Fuxiu who was sleeping beside him was nowhere to be seen.A voice came from not far away, and he got out of bed, it turned out that Guan Fuxiu was arranging dishes and arranging the dishes.He raised his head and said, "King, you are awake, are you hungry? Come and eat."

Xiong Lu saw that there was no one else but him, so he sat down in peace.Guan Fuxiu served him a bowl of broth, and Xiong Lu ate it up without any hesitation.He said: "Sit down and eat quickly, it will be cold later."

Guan Fuxiu sat down opposite him, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and began to eat slowly.Xiong Lu followed his example and also slowed down.He remembered that Shen Gong and Wu Chen also took their time when eating, so he asked, "Fuxiu, are you a nobleman?"

Unexpectedly, Guan Fuxiu shook his head and said, "I'm not a nobleman, but a commoner. I came from Sanmiao in the south of Dongting. I have the ability to divination, so I was selected as Chu Lingzi and took up the post of divination."

South of Dongting?Three seedlings?Is that in Hunan Province?Xiong Lu's eyes lit up, he quickly held his hand, and said excitedly, "We are fellow villagers! After more than 2000 years, I will be in the same province as you!"

Guan Fuxiu looked at him strangely, probably he just said something he didn't understand.People in this era do not have the concept of "province".

Speaking of his hometown, Xiong Lu talked endlessly about street food.There are not many condiments in this era, and even the pepper that Hunan people love most has not been introduced, so the taste is indeed a bit monotonous.

Guan Fuxiu asked, "The king is not satisfied with the food here?"

While chewing the meat, Xiong Lu said: "No, it's not bad, it's just that I miss the original world very much. The meat in this era tastes very delicious, which is not as good as in our era. Also... I was in our era, But I can’t eat venison and wolf meat, which is quite new to me..."

After a meal, no one disturbed, Xiong Lu felt very at ease.I ate and drank enough, and my back didn't feel sore anymore.He paced back and forth in the bedroom, where there were many personal belongings of King Zhuang, including swords, bows and arrows, and a lot of books, but most of them were piled up under low tables, corners of walls, etc. less dust.

After the palace servants removed the food, Guan Fuxiu took the lamp from the palace lady's hand and lit up the lamps in the bedroom one by one.Xiong Lu dug out a pile of bamboo slips and silk scrolls from the corner, Guan Fuxiu picked out a scroll from among them, and asked, "What did the Master teach in class in your time?"

"We started going to school when we were four or five years old. We started reading in kindergarten, teaching common sense of life, some simple alphabets and characters. Then we went to preschool, went to elementary school, finished elementary school and went to junior high school, finished junior high school and went to high school, and finished high school. University. Most people look for a job after graduating from university, and some continue to study, called graduate students. There are also doctorate and postdoctorate for graduate students...the things taught are very complicated...Chinese, mathematics, English, geography, history, politics...these are primary students. In high school courses, the second year of high school should be divided into subjects, and I am a liberal arts student. In college, you can choose your favorite major, which is more..." Xiong Lu recalled his past, and his mouth began to chatter.

"What stage have you reached?" Guan Fuxiu asked.

"I'm studying at university. I just started school for a month, and I was bombed here. The university courses have just started."

"What did you learn?"

"History. But I haven't started to study it systematically. My history grades in high school have always been very good. Apart from the knowledge in textbooks, I also know a lot of things."

"It's similar to our historian here? Are you going to record history after studying?"

Xiong Lu's eyelids twitched, and he said, "In our time, there was no such official position as a historian, only a researcher of history." Work probably has nothing to do with your major.He learns this, just as a hobby.

"Then you are a historical researcher?"

The bear couple nodded cheekily.

Guan Fuxiu was very interested in the education system and the courses he studied in the era of Xiong Lu, and asked a lot of questions. Finally, realizing that it was late, he went straight to the topic and asked: "Your...'Chinese' course , can you teach us what we need to learn now?"

"Yes, we teach "Poetry", but...the textbook only selects a few poems. I am not familiar with "Book of Songs", only "Guanju", "Taoyao", "Meng", "Shu Li", "Jiang "Zhongzi", "Caiwei"... I can recite some of these poems."

Guan Fuxiu nodded, and said: "I understand, let's start teaching from the ones you are familiar with." After finishing speaking, he picked out a few scrolls from a pile of scrolls, put them on the table, and then dragged out a large scroll from the corner. The sand table is evenly covered with a lot of fine sand.

Guan Fuxiu sifted the sand again with a sieve, took out a thin bamboo branch and handed it to him, saying: "I will read first, you write down the words of your world, and then write down the words on the scroll several times, and then record."

Xiong Lu thought it was a good idea, so he readily accepted it.

"The other millet is lili, the seedling of the other millet. The walking is slow, and the center is shaking. Those who know me say that I am worried, and those who don't know me say what I want. The sky, who is this! Write this paragraph first."

Listening to Fu Xiu's recitation of "Mi Li", Xiong Lu felt a little emotional.Holding the bamboo branch, he wrote down the simplified characters, and finally compared the words on the bamboo slips, he wrote it four or five times, barely memorizing the writing method.

It was already late at night, Xiong Lu suddenly sighed, and said, "I'm homesick, I don't know what's going on with my family. Do they think I'm dead..."

Guan Fuxiu was silent for a moment, and said: "...I also want to go back to the south of Dongting. Although my parents are not there, my relatives are still there. I don't know how they are doing. By the way, Fuxiu should teach you the most important words first. " After that, he stood up, paved the sand again, then held the hand of the bear couple, and wrote two words.

"Is this... is my name?"

Guan Fuxiu nodded and said, "It's more important to learn these two characters first."

"Then... where's your name?"

Guan Fuxiu wrote three more characters below, saying: "Please remember my name too."

Xiong Lu smiled and said, "I will definitely remember it, and I will never forget it."