Regarding the two choices given by Zhe Xinyi, Li Miao just considered the first one for a while.

After getting Li Miao's answer, Zhe Xinyi left the room and asked Li Miao to stay in the room and recuperate.

Before I knew it, the sun had begun to set.

Gugu~~Gugu~~

At this time, there was an unbearable growl from my stomach.

Should we go out to find something to eat?

While I was struggling with this problem, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?" Li Miao asked towards the door.

"Sir, it's me, I've brought you dinner."

This is the voice of the little maid with a steamed bun, and Li Miao can recognize it.

"Please come in." Li Miao said.

"Sir, Mr. Tang said that you are not suitable for eating greasy food now, so I asked the kitchen to prepare some light food for you."

The bun-faced maid came in holding a wooden tray. On the tray was a bowl of steaming lean meat porridge. Perhaps considering that men generally have a large appetite, this bowl is quite large.

"Thank you very much, girl." Li Miao thanked her.

"Master, no need, this is what I should do."

The bun-faced maid smiled sweetly at Li Miao, placed the tray on the dining table, and finally took out the bowl of lean meat porridge and placed it on the dining table.

Li Miao also came to the dining table. He was not in a hurry to eat, but asked: "I don't know what to call the girl?"

The bun-faced maid said: "Master, just call me Xing'er."

Li Miao said: "Miss Xing'er, where is this place?"

The bun-faced maid said: "This is Zhe Mansion!"

Speaking of the word "Zhefu", the protein-filled face is full of indescribable pride.

After a pause, Li Miao said: "Then... what era is it now?"

"Ah?"

Hearing this, the bun-faced maid looked at Li Miao in great surprise, as if she did not expect that Li Miao would suddenly ask such a question.

Seeing this, Li Miao showed a wry smile: "I lost my memory. When I woke up, I found that I couldn't remember anything, I didn't remember where I was, I didn't remember what era it was now, and I didn't even remember anything.

Remember who I am!"

Speaking of this, Li Miao grabbed her hair fiercely, not to mention pretending to be an amnesiac who couldn't remember things and looked extremely distressed and painful.

"Ah!"

The bun-faced maid said "Ah" again, and her eyes turned pitiful towards Li Miao.

Next, through the words of the bun-faced maid, Li Miao had a general understanding of the world.

This is an empire called Dahua. It is now the 18th year of Yongxing. The city where I am now is called Jingcheng. It is the capital of Dahua and the most prosperous place in the entire Dahua.

Throughout history, Li Miao has not found a dynasty called Dahua or similar. It seems that this is a completely different world. He originally guessed that it was a certain dynasty in the historical process of his original world.

Of course, there are no immortals flying in the sky in this other world, and there are no monsters or monsters. When he asked this question, the bun-faced maid looked at him with a very strange look.

Unknowingly, half an hour had passed. At this time, Li Miao stopped the topic without saying anything. The lean meat porridge that was still steaming just now had already cooled down.

"Yeah!"

The bun-faced maid also discovered this problem and said quickly: "Sir, this porridge is cold. I'll help you reheat it."

After saying that, he quickly stood up from the stool, thinking of picking up the bowl of lean meat porridge to warm it up.

"No, just eat something cold."

Li Miao also quickly stood up from the stool to stop the bun-faced maid. At this time, he forgot about the injury on his chest. His movements were too hasty and too large, and he inevitably pulled it again. The violent pain suddenly came, making him

He couldn't help but let out a hiss and fell back on the stool, with a look of pain on his face.

"Sir, are you okay?"

The bun-faced maid showed a worried look.

"No..."

The words came to an abrupt end, and Li Miao's face was startled, and he asked with some uncertainty: "Miss Xing'er, did you say anything just now?"

"Yes, Young Master, I just asked you, 'Sir, are you okay?', Young Master, why do you ask like that?" The big eyes of the bun-faced maid were full of puzzlement and confusion.

Li Miao asked again: "Besides this sentence, is there anything else?"

The bun-faced maid shook her head.

Is it just an illusion?

Li Miao frowned slightly.

No!

Wrong!

He suddenly remembered that when he was knocked into the air by the war horse of the woman in the war robe, he seemed to vaguely hear the woman say something, but she did not speak at that time.

Li Miao frowned and thought hard.

The bun-faced maid looked at him steadily and blinked her big eyes.

Suddenly, Li Miao's eyes lit up, and he thought of what the two have in common.

However, this requires verification.

So, under the confused gaze of the bun-faced maid, Li Miao raised her right hand and tried to press lightly on her chest.

The pain came, but what I imagined did not happen.

Isn’t it enough?

Li Miao pressed his chest again, much harder than before. The pain was naturally doubled, but what he imagined still did not happen.

Li Miao was heartbroken, gritted her teeth and slapped her chest hard. Suddenly, severe pain hit her, the corners of her eyes twitched unnaturally, and her face turned slightly white.

‘Ah, is this young man crazy?’

The bun-faced maid did not speak, but her voice appeared in Li Miao's mind.

Sure enough!

Li Miao was so happy that she ignored the pain. In order to confirm her suspicion, she said to the maid with a steamed bun face: "Miss Xing'er, how about we play a game?"

Although she didn't understand why Li Miao suddenly had this idea, the bun-faced maid couldn't help but asked curiously: "What game is it?"

Li Miao smiled faintly: "It's a very simple game."

……

"Miss, that young man is so pitiful."

After bringing the freshly brewed tea to her lady's study, the bun-faced maid couldn't help but say something like this.

Zhe Xinyi was slightly startled at first, and it took her a while to realize who the 'young master' was referring to. She couldn't help but ask: "Why do you suddenly say he is pitiful?"

The bun-faced maid said: "That young master has lost his memory. He doesn't even remember who he is."

Zhe Xinyi said: "What's going on? Tell me in detail."

So, the maids with bun-faced faces came chirping one by one.

Zhe Xinyi frowned slightly.

She remembered clearly that Mr. Tang had also checked that apart from the injuries on the chest, the scholar did not suffer any damage to other parts of his head, so he should not have amnesia.

So...this person is pretending to have amnesia?

Zhe Xinyi quickly thought of this possibility.

But...why are you pretending to have amnesia?

Thinking about the two choices I gave him today, for normal people, most people would probably choose the second one, take the money and go home or find a place to recuperate. It is unlikely that they would choose to stay in a strange place.

Recuperate at home?

But he chose the first one.

"Miss, besides losing his memory, that young man also behaves strangely in some places."

The words of the bun-faced maid pulled Zhe Xinyi out of her thoughts.

"What's so strange about it?"

Zhe Xinyi's face straightened, and she had already concluded in her heart that there was something fishy about Li Miao staying in the Zhe Mansion, and she couldn't help but be concerned about his actions.

"It's like this. I don't know what the reason was, but the young man took pleasure in pressing the wound on his chest hard, and then made a 'hissing' sound of pain..."

Saying that, the girl with a bun face imitated Li Yu's chest pressing action.
To be continued...