The Great Yan Dynasty, the capital, and the Du House.

Du Yong woke up, feeling tired all over and breathing heavily.

The first thought in my mind was: I'm so hard-working. I was hit by a big truck and didn't die.

I opened my eyes hard, and what caught my eye was not the white ceiling, but the simple and elegant bed curtain. I couldn't help but feel a little strange, so I quickly sat up.

He just glanced a few times and was stunned on the spot.

This is not a hospital. It seems that in ancient wing rooms, the outer hall is lying inside, separated by bead curtains in the middle. Various types of furniture are decorated in antique colors and the whole room is extremely quiet.

Du Yong was surprised and couldn't help pinching his thigh hard, grinning in pain, it seemed that it was not a dream.

etc……

This hand is very young, it seems that it is not my own, and its thighs are not right. It is not so strong, and it has vision. It can be seen so clearly without glasses.

After a brief blank, absurd thoughts flashed through my head and rolled and crawled to the bronze mirror.

It turns out that I was not myself in the mirror. I was a strange young man of eighteen or nineteen years old. He had long hair, a terrifying look on his face, wearing white ancient clothes, and bloody gauze wrapped around his waist.

If Du Yong hadn't been nervous, he would have fainted on the spot.

At this moment, various memory fragments quickly filled their minds like tides, their bodies kept shaking, and their heads were about to burst. After a long time, they calmed down and gradually became clear.

Du Yong, whose courtesy name is Changsong, is 18 years old and the only son of the three-person family of the Du family.

His father, Du Zongming, was a general in the army and died on the battlefield twelve years ago.

My mother, Qiong Hu, is a Kunmian tribe in the northern border. After giving birth to Du Yong, she became weak and left after a few years.

Du Yong lived with his old lady and uncle Du Zongcheng since he was young. He did not live in another house until he was fourteen years old. Although he had no errands yet, he had some industries under his name, so he lived without worries.

The Du family's ancestors were founding generals and were named Fengyang Marquis. In the capital where there are many nobles, the marquis is actually nothing, but this Fengyang Marquis is extraordinary. It is not like ordinary titles that will be demoted from generation to generation. As long as the Du family does not rebel, they will be marquis for generations.

This kind of title is quite precious, commonly known as the iron hat, and only won more than ten titles when it was founded.

Du Yong's father was four brothers. His eldest uncle, Du Zong, inherited the iron hat. His second uncle and fourth uncle are currently working in the capital. Although the current Du family is not as glorious as their ancestors, they are still considered to be a big family and are an active member of many parties.

"What a time travel!"

Even though Du Yong was mentally prepared, he still felt very frightened. Yesterday he was still a modern white-collar worker, but today he became an ancient young man. Anyone who came here would be so excited.

The key is that the Great Yan Dynasty has never heard of it, and there should not be any of this dynasty in history.

Du Yong reluctantly calmed down and walked to the table to sit down. He was about to carefully adjust his thoughts, but there was a faint pain between his ribs. Fresh blood spilled out of the gauze, and the pain quickly spread throughout his body, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Why are you so seriously injured?

Following the memories in my mind... I went hunting outside the city, and suddenly ran into a dozen desperate people who were seeking money and killed in the dense forest. Although I had accompanying guards to protect me, I was still hit by several swords. After escaping, I only had half my life left.

This should be the second assassination I have encountered in recent months.

The situation last time was similar, and I was playing outside the city, but there were not so many thieves, so the injuries were not serious. Afterwards, the yamen concluded that it was Meng Ji's killer who caused the trouble.

"Young Master, how do you feel now?" Yang Jin was very excited.

"You are in good spirits, but you still have some pain in your body." Du Yong answered truthfully, and said with concern: "You are not seriously injured, why don't you rest in the room?"

Du Yong and Yang Jin have been with each other for more than ten years. They are not relatives, but better than relatives.

After being separated from my uncle, Yang Jin was mostly responsible for the big and small things in the family, including the housekeeper, guard, and accountants, and occasionally he also played guest roles as chefs and supporting actors.

"I'm fine." Yang Jin patted his chest and looked at Dr. Liu.

Dr. Liu is a famous doctor in the capital. It is said that medical skills are not inferior to imperial doctors. He has noble medical ethics and is steady. At this time, he is a little stunned and stares at Du Yong blankly.

"Doctor Liu?" Yang Jin reminded.

"What a miracle!" Doctor Liu twisted his beard and sighed: "I had previously judged that the young master would have to lie for at least ten days, but I didn't expect that it would only be three days."

Du Yong thought to himself that of course it was a miracle, it was a time travel.

"Take the pulse first, please trouble Mr. Du to stretch out his hand." Dr. Liu sat next to Du Yong.

Du Yong stretched out his right hand, but his eyes looked at the food box. He smelled the fragrance of beef and chicken soup and couldn't help swallowing.

Zhang Yi smiled and said, "Young Master, wait."

Doctor Liu took his pulse very seriously and it took several minutes to stop, with a very serious expression.

Yang Jin felt a bad premonition in his heart: "Doctor Liu, what is the situation of the young master? You might as well say it bluntly!"

Doctor Liu did not answer immediately, as if he was speaking, and finally sighed: "Young Master Du's trauma has improved greatly, but the meridians and Qihai still have not improved at all, and there is even a tendency to deteriorate. You may have to make plans to give up martial arts!"

Yang Jin and Zhang Yi changed color at the same time.

Dayan established the country with martial arts. For the children of the gentry, martial arts are something engraved in their bones, especially after generals like Du Yong. The world is now difficult. If there is no martial arts, there will be no minimum self-protection ability.

Yang Jin couldn't help asking: "Can you slowly adjust it with your true qi?"

Doctor Liu shook his head slightly: "In view of Mr. Du's current situation, true energy is just a burden. If you wear big feet and small shoes, it will not be comfortable no matter how external force is adjusted. Only by taking out the feet is the solution."

Although Du Yong was sad, he was not too entangled and said with a smile: "Doctor Liu, can I eat now?"

Seeing that he was optimistic that this was different from normal, Doctor Liu thought he could not stand the stimulation, so he quickly comforted him: "Mr. Du, I just judged it from the pulse and cannot be considered the final conclusion, because some injuries can be supported by perseverance, and the young master is astonishingly perseverance, otherwise he would not have woken up in three days. As the saying goes, if you survive a disaster, you will have good fortune. You must relax."

"Thank you, Dr. Liu, I will pay attention." Du Yong said with a smile.

Doctor Liu helped Du Yong change the gauze, left a pair of prescriptions for strengthening the foundation and practicing the yuan, and told him to pay attention to it, so he said goodbye, and Zhang Yi sent him back.

Du Yong opened the food box, held the chicken soup with his left hand, and grabbed the beef with his right hand, and enjoyed it.

Yang Jin couldn't help but sigh, obviously very sad.

Du Yong said silly: "Brother Yang, that's more than a dozen outlaws. You have to pay a price. It's a great luck for me to save this life. The most important thing is that you're fine, we should be happy."

Yang Jin was a little relieved: "It is of course the best thing for the young master to think so."

Then he changed into a solemn expression and said in a deep voice: "Young Master, what do you think of this assassination?"

Du Yong said in surprise: "Isn't it the killer of Mengji? That boy Zhang Yi said just now that Dali Temple and the Beijing Government Office asked you about it. You also judged that it was the killer of Mengji. What else can I think?"

Yang Jin shook his head: "I only say that those people's martial arts are the way of Meng Ji people."

Du Yong was a little confused: "What does Brother Yang mean?"

Yang Jinsurong said: "Young Master really doesn't think there is anything wrong?"

Seeing that he was so serious, Du Yong thought about it carefully and nodded, "It's indeed a bit strange. With Meng Ji people's scheming, how could he waste his energy on a young man like me who is not of high quality, and he has also come twice in a row."

This is not self-deprecation, but the truth.

Du Yong's civil and military affairs were not outstanding among his peers. He had no reputation in the capital, no official position, no power, no wealth. Although he was worthy of the title of a child of the Du family, he had almost no influence.

Even if such a young man kills hundreds of them, he will not cause a substantial blow to Dayan.

Du Yong pinched his chin: "If it weren't for Meng Ji people, who would it be?"

He is a low-key person and rarely blushed with others. Even if he occasionally acts like a playboy, he will stop at the right time and never do anything. Therefore, he has no reputation in the capital.

Could it be that he accidentally offended some vicious character?

Could it be that fool Zhao Dezhu? He shouldn't be that stingy. He just won him a few hundred taels, and he still made friends through martial arts, and many people witnessed it at that time.

Could it be that little silly girl Xie Caiyan? No, either. Didn’t it just touch her? Who made her dress colorfully and stood at the gate of Fengcui Building? At that time, she thought it was a kiln sister, but it was just a misunderstanding.

Du Yongsi thought about it but found no suspicious characters.

Yang Jin said leisurely: "The Marquis suffered from a serious illness at the beginning of the year and has not yet recovered. He is still old!"

Du Yong was shocked and grasped Yang Jin's meaning.

The old man Du Zongcheng is old and is not the key. The key is that he only has a daughter but no son. The iron hat must be passed on. He either takes the time to give birth to a son or recognizes a son from the second, third and fourth rooms. If he dies suddenly, he will have to trouble the emperor to personally slap him. Du Yong has a chance in the latter two situations.

And if I remember correctly, the first assassination was at the beginning of the year, shortly after my uncle fell ill.

Du Yong murmured: "Brother Yang means, second uncle or fourth uncle?"

Yang Jin sighed: "I also hope to be too worried, but I must be careful! Even if you don't want to fight for this kind of thing, others will think you want to fight for it. In fact, I was suspicious for the first time, but I didn't find any clues after a long time of investigation, so I didn't tell you. But this time I'm sure those people are definitely not Meng Ji people, because they pay too much attention to imitation, but instead they lose their true nature."

Du Yong's face was gloomy and calm. After careful consideration in his heart, he finally felt a great sense of crisis and said self-deprecatingly: "Yizhou is poor, this is a good start!"

He really doesn't want to fight, but he has to save his life.

【Strong desire to survive, activation assistance.】

[Open the mission and show the enemy to be weak.]
Chapter completed!