Han Yang woke up and found himself lying on the belly of a strange woman.

The woman is very beautiful, big where she should be, and extremely slim where she should be slim.

"You are so powerful today~"

The woman said charmingly,

"Your Highness."

Damn it.

Han Yang rolled and climbed out of bed and fell heavily to the ground, making stars appear in his eyes.

How could it fall so hard?

Why is the bed so high?

"oops!"

The strange woman exclaimed, "Your Highness! What's wrong with you! Someone's here, Your Highness fell!"

Han Yang gritted his teeth and stood up from the edge of the bed, only to see that the bed was decorated with dragon carvings and three or four layers of gauze curtains mixed with gold threads.

Dragon bed!

Not his 1.6 by 1.8 meter IKEA iron frame bed!

This is not home!

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After about half a stick of incense passed, Han Yang's back pain finally got better.

He has already put on his clothes. On the left is the enchanting woman beneath him, and on the right is a doctor with a gray beard sitting on the chair under him.

No, imperial physician.

The imperial doctor held a bowl of medicine in his trembling hands and handed it over respectfully.

"Your Highness allows this veteran to overstep his bounds."

The imperial doctor gently picked up the medicine bowl, took a sip, and then handed it over again.

This means there is no poison in the medicine.

Han Yang clutched his waist, looking at the carved beams and painted decorations in the room and the enchanting concubine next to him, he felt his head hurt.

"Your Highness, drink."

The concubine persuaded him softly.

He drank medicine, very bitter medicine.

Han Yang wiped his mouth and turned his head to stare at the concubine.

"You look familiar to me."

The concubine was stunned and said softly: "Your Highness is so ruthless. Isn't it my turn to serve you today?"

Han Yang smacked his lips, thought for a while, and then said, "What's your name?"

"Your Highness is really..."

The concubine's tone was rather sad, and she sighed:

"Stop making jokes about Hanqing."

Stop making jokes about Hanqing

Stop making jokes about Hanqing

Stop making jokes about Hanqing

Han Qing?

"Are you Hanqing?"

Han Yang asked word for word.

The concubine naturally nodded doubtfully.

"The concubine of Chiya Palace, Hanqing?"

"...It was you who gave Han Qing the Chiya Palace to live in."

Han Yang's pupils became larger and his breathing became heavier.

"I……?"

The imperial physician looked at Hanqing, and Hanqing looked at the imperial physician.

"I am……"

"I am Han Dongwen, Lord of Plague???"

Hanqing shook his head.

The imperial doctor shook his head.

Han Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

It’s better if it’s not Han Dongwen.

That foolish emperor, that foolish emperor who indulged in debauchery, drunkenness, wine pools and meat forests, was extremely mediocre, and was so sick that he was called the "Plague King" Han Dongwen.

It's okay if it's not him.

"You are a wise king."

Hanqing said softly.

"Your Highness, you are wise, don't listen to the gossip of ignorant people. If you say something like a plague, in my opinion, you should find the person who said this and kill them all!"

The imperial doctor coughed excitedly.

Han Yang was speechless.

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The Plague Lord Han Dongwen.

When you open a history book, no matter which country's history it is about, you can't find this person's name.

This is a "false" history.

This is a fabricated history.

Han Yang - Han Dongwen's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and he waved his hand: "Get out."

The imperial doctor bowed deeply, put away the medicine pot tray, and turned around to go out.

Hanqing sat aside, not moving.

Han Dongwen looked at her: "You also go out."

"I also……"

Han Qing was obviously shocked, as if he had never expected Han Dongwen to give such an order.

But she was a concubine after all, so she nodded immediately, put on her robe and left the room.

"Your Highness, have a good rest tonight. Tomorrow night, Hanqing and Ke'er will come to serve you."

She spoke softly and seductively.

But just a long time after Hanqing left, Han Dongwen's back was still straight.

He remained motionless, watching warily in the direction in which the beautiful woman left.

After confirming that she was gone, all the muscles in his body seemed to relax and he let out a long breath.

"Damn it, Han Dongwen...even if it's time travel, why is it Han Dongwen..."

The nightgown embroidered with gold thread was wrinkled by him.

He had read novels and TV series, and he knew that he had no choice in time travel.

But Han Dongwen is not good.

Han Dongwen's "Seventh Palace" is even worse.

Because Han Dongwen is about to die.

Because it was Hanqing who killed him.

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Again, this is made-up history.

History has no author, but history books do.

This is a fabricated history, but the author has not been found to be this person.

Han Dongwen swallowed and paced back and forth next to his tall dragon bed.
To be continued...