In the spring of 2009 AD, in the memorial hall of a funeral home in a city in northern China.

A memorial service was in full swing. The atmosphere in the hall was so sad and solemn, with sorrow and music, and cries shook the sky. Those who attended the memorial service were the immediate relatives and classmates and friends of the deceased. At this time, a middle-aged man held a manuscript paper in his forehand, reading the life of the deceased word by word. There were some people who couldn't sit still and whispered in the gap.

"Oh, I left as soon as I said I was only in my twenties, why can't I think so hard?" A young man with glasses shook his head and sighed.

"Hey, how did he die?" gossipers like to ask.

"Word it low, it is said that he committed suicide by holding two girls' photos..." The man in glasses said everything, and said everything.

"How could this happen? He and I often drink with me, and I haven't heard him say which girl he likes, and they have two?" The gossiper looked disbelief.

"I can't figure it out either. Besides, even if you are favored, you can just hold a girl's photo, but why do he hold two? Could it be that he is favored for two girls at the same time?" The man with glasses thought a lot.

"I'm called fraternity, don't you understand? Hey, I tell you, I heard that his way of dying is very innovative." The third gossiper couldn't help but come over to join the topic.

"Oh? How can I find new ideas?" The other two were indeed attracted.

"I heard that he was holding the photos of the two girls. When he closed his eyes, he fell into the sewer. When he was fished out, he was completely angry and had a smile on his face."

"A man who is infatuated in the world!" The three of them sighed and looked in awe.

Not far away, the middle-aged man was still chanting the eulogy, and his low voice echoed in the memorial hall: "...His life is a glorious life, a life of battle, and a life of struggle..."

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Huachao, the capital city of Jinling, and the family of merchant Fang.

Fang Zheng woke up from his deep sleep. As soon as he opened his eyes, he found a pair of dark and clear eyes staring at him.

These eyes were big, round, innocent, staring at him without blinking, and Fang Zheng's scalp was a little numb when he was staring.

"Hey, look at it, don't move around, just stay there, be careful of me turning against you." Fang Zheng showed his power to the owner of these eyes.

“…”

"Well, if you go out now, I can consider treating you to a midnight snack at night, which is very rich." Sometimes it is the easiest and most practical way to lure it.

“…”

"Okay, for my illness and weakness, can you please go out? I promise, I will never bother Xiao Lu anymore, okay?" If it is ineffective to lure him for profit, it is also a good way to move him with emotion.

“…”

"Damn it! A tiger doesn't show its power. Do you think this young master is a sick cat? Get out of here! If you don't get out, do you believe me or not, let me turn you into a dish in the pot?" Fang Zheng couldn't stand it and shouted loudly.

The owner of the eyes finally felt Fang Zheng's fierce murderous aura. He raised his chin proudly, glanced at Fang Zheng with disdain, and went out arrogantly.

Fang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and fell on the bed with a bang.

The one who went out just now is simply not a human!

In fact, it is indeed not a human. Its name is Dahuang. To be more specific, it is a Chinese pastoral dog with a burly body, developed limbs, and trained to be a Chinese pastoral dog with special digits on the neck. These are not the key points.

The point is that this dog doesn't like Fang Zheng very much, and Fang Zheng doesn't like him very much. What's regrettable is that Dahuang's military power is obviously higher than him, so even though Fang Zheng is its owner, he cannot control it, and even worse, he has to hide from it. - Dahuang is not cunning and does not know how to hide its joys, anger, sorrows, and happiness. The person it likes will wag its tail in front of you and beg for mercy and do its best to flatter. If it is someone it doesn't like, it may pounce on it and bite off your neck. People like Fang Zheng belong to the latter.

"The master is so powerful that he will shock the master!" Fang Zheng lamented in his heart. What can the master be so powerful that he will do with it? Give it three feet of white silk, and it will not hang it honestly.

"Young Master, it's time for you to take medicine." Xiao Lu handed it to Fang Zheng with the medicine bowl.

Xiaolu is Fang Zheng's maid, the kind that is close to her body. Fang Zheng hasn't figured it out until today. What is the difference between a maid and a maid? At first he thought it was a maid who served food and clothing, and then warmed his bed at night and took the initiative to sleep with him.

According to normal logic, there is nothing wrong with this understanding. But the facts proved that he was outrageously wrong. Xiao Lu did not live in the same house with him. She lived in the legendary Tianzi Room No. 2, which was to go upstairs and turn left, turn left, turn right, and walk a hundred steps forward...

Fang Zheng finally understood: the farthest distance in the world is not the ends of the world, but the personal maid lives in the same mansion, but Fang Zheng cannot take advantage of the young master's identity. - The damn Dahuang guards the door of Xiaolu every night.

"If you don't drink, don't pay attention to me, you're annoyed." Fang Zheng looked at Dahuang waving his tail around Xiao Lu, feeling angry. The dog didn't catch a cold from him, but he was circling around Xiao Lu all day long, which made him very upset as the master.

"No, if you don't drink medicine, the master and wife blame me, I can't afford it." Xiao Lu was very stubborn, staring at Fang Zheng tightly, showing a look of never giving in.

Fang Zheng stared at Xiao Lu impatiently. Since he woke up in this inexplicable dynasty, he found that this girl didn't like him very much. It was not that Xiao Lu had any rude actions towards him, the young master. On the contrary, Xiao Lu was very respectful, but under her respectful and obedient appearance, Fang Zheng could feel her disdain and contempt for him in her bones. Not only Xiao Lu, but the servants in the entire Fang Mansion treated him with this kind of virtue, including the dog named Dahuang.

Xiaolu is only fifteen years old, but she is graceful. What is even more rare is that she is diligent in her hands and feet, and Fang Zheng’s food, clothing, housing and transportation are all taken care of by her. At the age of fifteen, she is still in the modern era, under the care of her parents, and is carefree. At the age of carrying her schoolbag to school, Xiaolu is serving the life of Fang Zheng, the eldest young master, and is also in good order.

"Young Master, please drink quickly. Xiaoyue just sent a message. The master and his wife are about to come to see you." Xiao Lu said in a faint tone, as if you like to drink or not, you will be responsible for the consequences.

"I... bear it!" Fang Zheng glared at Xiao Lu fiercely, gritted his teeth and squeezed his nose and poured the bowl of black medicine soup. Xiao Lu packed the medicine bowl with satisfaction and took it off.

"A good man won't fight with a woman. When the young master, I figured out what's going on, I can't deal with you, a little girl!" Fang Zheng stared at Xiao Lu's graceful back and thought to himself fiercely.

Yes, it has been five days since this dynasty. Fang Zheng has not figured out what is going on. During these five days, he has been in a state of ignorance, as if he feels that he is still having a strange dream. Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, real and illusory, are an indistinguishable philosophical question. Fang Zheng has a headache thinking about this issue, and he has been having a headache for five days.

Don't quite understand, right? OK, let's start from the beginning.

Fang Zheng was originally a college student who had just graduated from a northern city in the 21st century and graduated from the Chinese department. He was an ordinary person, from a working family, without famous parents, nor did he have a cousin who had no children overseas to leave him with billions of property for him to inherit. From childhood to adulthood, he went to elementary school, middle school, and university in a plain way, and had two unsuccessful love affair. After graduation, he stayed at home and unemployed like all college graduates, and visited the talent market on weekends, hoping to get a good luck and get a job that is not full or hungry.

In this way, Fang Zheng lived for twenty-two years without any help. However, there were unexpected situations. On a sunny Sunday afternoon, he held the ** human photo art video of two famous actresses from a certain island country in his hand, and rushed straight to his home excitedly (the male compatriots should be able to understand this mood). Unexpectedly, he accidentally fell into the stolen sewer of the manhole cover, and lost consciousness after hitting a hard thing in his head.

I have to say that modern people really lack social morality. Fang Zheng actually does not discriminate against the profession of thieves in his heart. Isn’t Chu Liuxiang in the novel also a “stealer” that everyone is rumored to in the world. But... what’s wrong with stealing? Do you have to steal the manhole cover? Even if you put a warning sign that says “There is a hole here, be careful to walk around”, the grandson who steals the manhole cover is too immoral.

The following plot is quite bloody.

Fang Zheng woke up and found that the scene had completely changed. Of course, he would not be as stupid as the protagonist who had just traveled through time. He thought he was still in the hospital. Anyway, he had never seen such an antique hospital, a short-footed bed, a delicate candlestick, a round table with red sandalwood, a finely carved coffee table with gold, and a freehand screen with landscapes. - Which mental illness would decorate the hospital like this?

Later, Dahuang ran in and barked at him, scaring him to the point of being weak, but his body was soft and unable to move. Just as he was about to call for help, Xiaolu, dressed in a beautiful ancient costume, came in with a small bun...

Immediately afterwards, the entire Fang Mansion became boiling, and the servants conveyed the news that "the young master was in a coma for a month and woke up." Suddenly, the Fang Mansion was in chaos and rushing. Fang Zheng didn't understand what was going on. A beautiful woman hurried into the house. Without saying a word, she hugged Fang Zheng and cried hard, crying so sadly.

Before the woman could finish crying, a man in his forties or fifties walked in quickly, and everyone stood up and called him Master. The master looked excited, held Fang Zheng's shoulder, touched his face, and kept looking at him with his head. He observed it as if he was as detailed as a drug lord's white powder test, but he almost cut a small piece of the flesh on his face to taste it. The master looked carefully for a while and murmured: "God bless our Fang family, God bless our Fang family..."

Fang Zheng was also frightened at that time. Think about it, he was in a completely unfamiliar environment, surrounded by a group of completely unfamiliar ancient people, and a master emerged from somewhere, holding his head and talking in a daze. If it were you, would you be afraid?

Even though Fang Zheng is cheerful and easy to adapt to the environment, he is also scared by the scene in front of him and dare not say a word.

After being stunned for a long time, Fang Zheng finally thought of a word - time traveling through time.

"Time travel" is a very popular word. From a scientific point of view, time travel is probably due to the chaos of the earth's magnetic field fluctuations or binary space changes. In short, it is very complicated and it is impossible to make a big difference.

It would be much simpler to explain from a superstitious perspective. God arranged it, as the saying goes, "If God is going to give a great responsibility to this person, he must first pass through time." Look, it's a reasonable explanation. Why did God choose him? It's also very simple. If someone's character explodes, the gods will always hit a mortal. He is the lucky one who was hit. Well, it's really gratifying.
Chapter completed!