bayedsolid Chapter 1143 Broken up
Chapter 1143 Broken up
You look so ugly, are you feeling unwell? Why don't you lie down for a while? You can't toss and turn like this just after waking up." The girl came over with a bowl, with a concerned look on her face. She handed the bowl to Xiao Che, and Xiao Che could see clearly that the bowl was filled with steaming millet porridge. The rice grains were distinct and exuded a faint rice fragrance. Xiao Che looked at the millet porridge in the bowl, then looked at the girl's sincere eyes, and his tense nerves relaxed a little. He could feel that there was no malice in the girl's eyes, only pure concern. In Daqi, except for the prince and a few close people, few people would look at him with such eyes. He hesitated for a moment, but still took the bowl. The bowl was made of coarse porcelain, with a small chip on the edge, and it felt rough, unlike those exquisite people in the palace. The difference between an exquisite jade bowl and a porcelain bowl is like heaven and earth. He imitated the girl, and with an unfamiliar gesture, he picked up the coarse porcelain spoon on the side of the bowl, carefully scooped a spoonful of porridge, and brought it to his mouth. The temperature of the millet porridge was just right, soft and sticky in the mouth, with a faint rice aroma. Although it was not as delicious as the delicacies in the palace, it had a simple warmth that slid down his throat into his stomach, making his stomach, which was a little cramped due to the bumps and shock, feel a lot more comfortable. He drank the porridge in small sips, and the bowl of porridge was soon empty. After drinking the porridge, he felt a little stronger and calmer than before. At least, these people had no intention of harming him for the time being. "Thank you, young lady." Xiao Che put down the bowl, trying to make his tone sound calmer, "May I ask, young lady, what year is it now? Who is the emperor of the dynasty? Is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince... okay now? "What he was most concerned about was the situation of the Daqi Dynasty. He didn't know whether the palace was safe during the time he was unconscious, and whether the prince had encountered any danger again. When the girl heard this, her eyes suddenly widened, as if she had heard something incredible. She looked at Xiao Che in surprise: "Sir, are you really stupid? How can there be an emperor now? We overthrew the Qing Dynasty and established the Republic of China a long time ago. Now it is the 21st year of the Republic of China! Puyi, the last emperor of the Qing Dynasty, abdicated as early as the third year of Xuantong. It has been 20 years now! Which dynasty is this Prince you are talking about? And I have never heard of the "Daqi" you mentioned before. Is it the old name of your hometown, or is it a dynasty you dreamed of?" "Republic of China? Overthrow the Qing Dynasty? The third year of Xuantong?" Xiao Che's heart seemed to be hit hard by a sledgehammer. The huge shock made him tremble all over. The coarse porcelain bowl in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang" and shattered into pieces. He staggered back a few steps, looking at the girl in disbelief: "You mean... the Qing Dynasty replaced the Daqi? And then it was overthrown by this Republic of China? Daqi...died?" He remembered clearly that in the 27th year of Tianqi, although the Daqi Dynasty was facing internal and external troubles, with invasions from nomadic peoples in the north, peasant uprisings in the south, and constant party struggles in the court, its foundation was still there. Several old ministers left by the previous emperor were still doing their best to assist the prince, and the princes in various places were still obeying the court's orders. How could it suddenly die? And it was replaced by a "Qing Dynasty" that had never been heard of, and finally some "Republic of China" was established? Could it be that he had fainted and slept for decades or even hundreds of years? Seeing Xiao Che's grief-stricken expression, his face as pale as paper, and his body still shaking, the girl thought he was really suffering from amnesia, so she quickly squatted down to pick up the broken pieces of bowls on the ground, and patiently comforted him while cleaning up: "Sir, don't be too sad. If you can't remember, think about it slowly. Maybe you will remember it in a few days. Don't be too attached to the past. It's the Republic of China now, and life is much better than before. There is no emperor, and everyone is equal. As long as you are willing to work, you can have food to eat. If you really can't remember your family, don't worry, you can stay in our inn first, and when you feel better, you can slowly look for them. Our shopkeeper is very nice and won't drive you away. "Xiao Che was silent. He stood there blankly, his mind blank. The girl's words were like sharp knives, completely cutting off the last glimmer of hope in his heart. He finally understood that he was not struck by lightning to some fairy mountain overseas, nor was he in a coma for decades, but traveled to a completely unfamiliar era. The Daqi Dynasty he was familiar with, his father and mother, his brothers and sisters, his people, his identity and status, everything, disappeared with the thunder. Now he is no longer the noble King Jing Xiao Che who holds military power, but just a man who has lost his memory, is penniless, and is about to lose his identity. The forgotten "Mr." was trapped in this bizarre Republic of China without imperial power and ethics. The tin box outside the window started beeping again, and the harsh sound seemed to be constantly reminding him of this cruel reality. Xiao Che walked to the window, lifted the cotton curtain again, looked at the unfamiliar streets outside, looked at the pedestrians in strange clothes and hurried around, looked at the novel objects he had never seen before, and for the first time felt confusion and helplessness deep in his bones. He didn't know where to go, and he didn't know what to do in this strange era, without the protection of his identity as a prince, without the familiar people and things, as a prince of the previous dynasty, Can he still live? He doesn't even know what the meaning of living is. His former ambitions and responsibilities to his country and family have all become a bubble at this moment, leaving only endless loss and hesitation, lingering in his heart for a long time. No one has ever really seen it, but it is unexpectedly so common here. This is not Shuntian Prefecture, nor is it the Daqi Dynasty he is familiar with! Xiao Che felt dizzy, and the scene in front of him kept shaking in his eyes. He quickly reached out to hold the window frame, and he barely stood firm to avoid falling. His heart was beating wildly in his chest, as if it was going to jump out of his throat, and his mind was in a mess. Chaos. He remembered that when he was a child, the old eunuchs in the palace told him some strange stories from overseas, saying that there were fairy mountains overseas, and there were strange people in the mountains. Those strange people could create treasures that could make people fly into the sky and hide in the ground, and could make people walk on water and hear sounds thousands of miles away. Could it be that he was struck by the thunder and sent to the fairy mountain overseas? But on second thought, the people here all speak Chinese. Although the accent is a little different from that in the palace, every word can be understood. Moreover, the appearance of the people here is no different from that of the people in Daqi, but their behavior and dress are too weird, which is completely inconsistent with the etiquette and rules of Daqi. If this is an overseas fairy mountain, how could there be so many Han people? "Sir, what's wrong with you?