In a daze, Zhang Yue felt his mind become active again, and a slight cold touch came from his fingers.

"Am I still alive?" Zhang Yue thought to himself.

The last picture of memory in my mind is a heavy truck that is rushing towards me.

The truck full of debris knocked him away effortlessly and hit his head on the concrete floor under the bridge pier.

In theory, it should not be possible to survive.

Even if you are lucky enough to save your life, you may have to spend the rest of your life in pain and suffering.

It makes oneself suffer and one's relatives suffer.

only……

After a little feeling, Zhang Yue found that his body seemed to be nothing serious.

Maybe a little exhausted.

Similar to the feeling of drinking and vomiting with friends a few years ago, I often felt unconscious when I was young.

He tried it and wanted to open his eyes and see the world in front of him.

However, if you try your best, you will be futile in the end.

Then, he fell asleep again.

While he was waking up, Zhang Yue smelled a smell of oil smoke with a peculiar smell, as if it was smoke produced by some animal oil burning.

Although the taste is a bit light, Zhang Yue's nose is surprisingly sensitive.

The sound was heard in the ears.

"Sister, I just saw my uncle's fingers move..." A girl exclaimed, her voice soft and childish, but she gave people a soft and cute feeling.

Then a warm and soft hand touched Zhang Yue's forehead.

"Blessed by our ancestors, Zizhong finally subsided..." A slightly tired and hoarse female voice said with a happier look: "I will feel relieved!"

…………

The words of these two people fell into Zhang Yue's ears, and they seemed to be a dialect that Zhang Yue had never heard of. The tone was tactful and ups and downs, which was very similar to Cantonese, at least in its pronunciation.

But what's even more strange is that Zhang Yue can understand and understand.

An inexplicable word "Yayu?" came to my mind.

This is a bit...

If the book Zhang Yue had read was correct, then the elegant language should have been lost long ago!

This is an ancient common language that has been passed down in China for thousands of years.

At least in the era of Confucius, elegant language was already the official designated common language.

The Analects of Confucius records that the elegant words of the son, poetry, calligraphy and etiquette are all elegant words.

It means that Confucius sometimes speaks elegant words, but he will definitely speak elegant words by reciting poetry and reading books and meeting people.

During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, diplomacy among countries was all based on elegant language.

In this way, the princes and envoys scattered throughout the Jiuzhou can communicate happily.

Otherwise, how could a Qi man be armed with a Qin man?

How did the giants of various schools of thought travel around the world, go to and from the palaces of the kings, and talk about their own opinions?

In the following thousand years, Yayu has always been the only designated official common language in ancient China.

Zhang Yue was not very clear about the decline and loss of Yayu language, but it is certain that at least before the Tang Dynasty, Yayu language has always been a common term in China and even the entire Northeast Asia.

in other words……

"I... have traveled through time?" Zhang Yue had a question in his heart.

As a post-80s generation, Zhang Yue is familiar with time travel. I remember that it was the first time I came into contact with time travel novels when I was studying.

For example, books such as "The Search for Qin" and "The Resurrection of China" were shocked and deeply fascinated by it.

Sometimes I even fantasize that one day I can travel to the ancient times, go to the past of the long river of history, use wine as a song with Su Shi, fight side by side with Zhao Yun in front of Changbanpo, or move around the court and cross between palaces.

Wake up and hold the power of the world, and lie drunk on the beautiful knees.

Unspeakable pleasure.

Later, as we grew older, we entered society and gradually smoothed our edges and corners, we finally became a young man who was steady, mature, promising and able to do things in people's eyes.

He also took the civil service exam and sat in the office.

Dealing with all kinds of trivial matters every day, bowing down in copywriting.

There is only some trivial time left to read books and entertainment.

After getting married and having children, there was no time for entertainment.

Various problems followed one after another, making him breathless.

Sometimes, he even feels that his life is boring and empty,

Now that I have traveled through time?!

Zhang Yue's heart, which was originally dead, began to beat again.

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a headache in his head and felt like he was being shocked.

Countless strange memories rolled in his mind like waves.

Unfamiliar scenes kept flashing.

"Who is Zhang Yue?"

"Who is Zhang Yi?"

The violent impact even blurred his consciousness.

Sometimes, he is a member of a state-owned enterprise in a modern city, eating from 9 to 5 every day, waiting to die; sometimes, he is a young man named Zhang Yi, who lives in the distant river of history, more than 2,100 years away from modern times.

I don't know that I am a guest in my dream.

Just like Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, Zhang Yue himself couldn't tell whether he was Zhang Yue or Zhang Yi.

The memories and thoughts of people from two different eras are completely mixed together.

It was like there was a super-dimensional creature who had an operation in his brain thinking.

It was like later generations fiddling with their computer hard drives, and embedding the entire memory and thoughts of another person in his thinking memory.

Simple and rough.

It was not until a long time later that he realized: "I am Zhang Yue..."

"I am also Zhang Yi..."

Read carefully the memories that come out of thin air in your consciousness.

He seemed to have watched an old movie, browsing the life of a young man from the Western Han Dynasty who had known him and had never heard of him, more than 2,100 years ago.

From babbling until you grow up.

His joys, anger, sorrows, happiness, ideals, ambitions, and what he learned, knows, and thoughts, all appear before Zhang Yue.

After sorting out this information, Zhang Yue sighed heavily: "I never thought, I never thought... I actually traveled through time one day!"

As a modern person, the general public lived in the era of the Internet information explosion.

Who has never fantasized about being reborn through time?

Whether it is to live for a lifetime, strangle the throat of fate, rewrite one's own life, or go back to the past, three wives, four concubines, and wealthy food, these are all men's fantasies and the desires in the hearts of many people.

However, when the fact of traveling through time really happened.

However, Zhang Yue was a little confused and trembling, as if walking on thin ice.

Because, he knows who he is? The timeline he is in, and the troubles and problems he will face.

Now, it is April of the summer of the first year of Yanhe.

Yanhe's reign is a bit unfamiliar with the age of Yanhe. Even Zhang Yue, who was once addicted to online novels and claimed to have read more than 10,000 books, couldn't figure out what dynasty and dynasty this was? The reign name of that emperor?

However, the memory in his mind told him.

In fact, the so-called extension of harmony is regarded as a conscience.

When Zi was changing the era today, he might have accidentally written two mistakes, so the simultaneous relationship became the simultaneous relationship.

And how could the emperor be wrong?

The only thing that is wrong is this world!

Therefore, the world automatically accepted the setting of "Yanghe" as the conquest of harmony.

Anyway, those officials and scholars from all over the court and the country dare to "help" the emperor correct this mistake and wrote the words "zhenghe" on memorials, official documents and even letters.

Then...hehe...
To be continued...