On the first day of time travel, I was woken up by the dead.
On the second day after traveling through time, I picked up a man from the pile of corpses.
Daya said: "Mom, our family is short of a man, let him be the one."
Later I found out that he was actually the prince of the former dynasty, wanted across the country, and his head was worth tens of thousands of gold.
The pursuers came, and I scratched my neck with the pottery shard: "You touch him, and I will die here first."
He said I was crazy.
I said, "You taught me."
Nine children, one escape route. When you are sweet, you hang yourself on a hook for a hundred years; when you are crazy, you risk your life for a life without blinking an eye.
Others were running away to beg for food, but I was running away and picked up a rebel king.
