王苟眼皮颤了颤，终于彻底睁开了眼。入目是古色古香的房间，木质梁柱，雕花窗户，空气中飘着一股淡淡的檀香。“搞什么？”王苟猛地坐起，脑袋疼得像被钻了钻，他晃了晃脖子，试图甩掉这该死的宿醉感。可下一秒，他傻眼了。

这哪儿是他住的那破出租屋啊！眼前这房间，明明显显的是古代大户人家的模样，而且还是他富爷爷年轻时候的老宅，以前他来过一次，但这都多少年了？

他低头看了看自己，穿着一身锦缎长袍，样式看着就老气，还带着一股子龙须拐杖的陈年檀香。王苟伸手摸了摸自己脸，硬邦邦的，不是他那张肉嘟嘟的脸。

“搞笑了，难道我穿越了？”王苟心里嘀咕， Afro risks a quick assessment of his surroundings to ensure nothing abnormal is happening. The room is indeed his great-grandfather's old study from the photos he's seen, including the antique desk, bookshelves filled with ancient books, and a large, ornate mirror hanging on the wall.

Just as he was about to stand up and explore further, a sudden noise came from outside the door. The sound of footsteps, growing closer and closer. The door handle began to turn, and soon after, the door was pushed open.

In stepped a middle-aged man, dressed in luxurious robes, with a long beard and a serious look on his face. He looked around the room, his eyes narrowing as if he had noticed something unusual.