Five years of Zhenguan.

Tang Dynasty, Chang'an City.

During the Chinese New Year holiday, a curfew was suspended in Chang'an, and the city was brightly lit.

The young man was wandering among the crowd with a pot of wine. He was dejected and showed his decadent look. On this bustling street, he was just a little lonely.

As for him, he has no feelings for this world, and everyone in this world is an insignificant stranger.

He is a bystander.

The boy looked melancholy and raised his head to drink a sip of strong wine, "Hey, why did I travel through time..."

Scolding at the sky!

"God! I just stayed up all night and slept on the table for a while. Why did I travel through time?... In this dynasty without computers or Internet, and without even electricity, how can a young Internet-addicted person live!"

The most annoying thing is...

You said, just travel through time. If you don’t dress well, why will it become Fang Yiai! Alas...

Fang Yiai.

Even if he is not a history student, he knows that this is the cuckold king of eternal sacred people.

Princess Gaoyang had an affair with the monk, but he was watching outside the door. Who would have thought that this... Later, she fought for the Duke of the Kingdom and participated in the rebellion, successfully destroyed her life and pushed the Fang family into the bottomless abyss.

In just one sentence: Fang Yiai is so cowardly!

When he woke up and learned the news, he even had the idea of ​​committing suicide. Unfortunately, he really climbed up to the top of the stairs, but he couldn't make up this decision, which made the family messy.

Could this be fate?

We are not a happy person!

A life that should have been prosperous and prosperous has a destiny.

He took a sip of wine, drinking too quickly, choking him with a blushing face and thick neck, "Cough cough cough..."

He couldn't tell others how he could know the future? He was considered a lunatic, but he was afraid that he would be regarded as a monster and burned to death with firewood.

I originally wanted to drink to relieve my boredom, but the more I drink, the less I feel. This wine is too bitter...

"I'm even more worried when I drink to relieve my sorrow."

Fang Yiai only felt that the wine in his mouth became more and more bitter as he drank. He fucked half a pot in one breath, and soon his face turned red and he became a little drunk.

"Those who mess with my heart will be more worried today..."

As if he was venting, he yelled wildly with the help of alcohol, hoping to put aside everything for the time being and get drunk before he could stop.

But, I raised my head and looked at the full moon in the sky.

He remembered that today was the Lantern Festival. The day when the family should have reunited, but he was separated from his relatives for two lives. The feeling of loneliness surged in his heart, and a line of clear tears flowed down silently.

A man doesn’t cry easily, but he hasn’t reached the sad place.

certainly.

What he was most worried about was his elderly parents. He hoped that the two elders would not be too sad and could get out as soon as possible and enjoy their old age under the care of their elder brother.

"When will the bright moon come? I asked the blue sky with wine, but I don't know what year it will be tonight..."

Fang Yiai was not pretending to behave. The alcohol gradually came up. He staggered forward, his consciousness was blurred, and he had nowhere to vent his sorrow in his heart. This poem was recited naturally.

What he didn't notice was...

When he was "too much trouble today", a woman with a face covering came down from a carriage in front of him and came over to find her reputation, obviously attracted by this poem.

When "Shuitu Songtou" appeared, the girl was stunned and stared at the young man not far away.

"Turn the red pavilion, lower the beautiful house... I hope that people will live long and share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles away."

Fang Yiai was chanting while walking, and suddenly bumped into Wenxiang Nephrite. He realized that he had hit someone and quickly apologized, "sorry!sorry!"

He didn't notice that the person in front of him was a beauty, so after he apologized, he staggered and continued to walk forward, raised his head and drank a sip of wine, "A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. He raised his glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadow became three..."

"Young Master..."

There were crowds of people on the street. When the woman reacted, she was about to get to know the boy, but Fang Yiai was wrapped in a crowd and gradually drifted away.

The woman chased forward a few steps, but there were too many people on the street. After a while, the boy disappeared into the crowd.

She looked in that direction in a daze, "I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon together from thousands of miles away...", repeating this sentence constantly. What a beautiful vision that makes people yearn for, but she shed two lines of clear tears.

"What the hell happened to him?"

The objects she was concerned about were not only this wonderful poem, but also the drunken and unrestrained boy who wanted to know the story about him.

"Sao Rui?"

The little maid beside her tilted her head, thought about what she couldn't understand, and asked in confusion: "What's the point of Miss?"

The woman shook her head gently, without sincerity. She was not on this and still looked in the direction ahead, "Xiaohuan, do you recognize this young master?"

"I don't know, I've never seen it."

...

Fang Yiai slept until midnight and was awakened by a nightmare. He dreamed that he had been on the guillotine.

His head felt a burst, making him have no time to think about anything else. He accidentally drank it out of pieces last night, and he had no impression of why he came back.

"Young Master, wake up."

The maid Qiaoer stood by and gave her a glass of water thoughtfully.

After drinking a cup of hot water, he felt better. When he remembered the scene in his dream just now, his mood suddenly fell to the bottom in the future.

It’s all because of Princess Gaoyang!

He didn't know how much responsibility Fang Yiai would have in the future, but Princess Gaoyang is definitely not innocent, and she must be blamed! She is no longer the original Fang Yiai, and she must not live so cowardly, so she must stop this marriage.

I was crying in my heart: I will never wear this hat of forgiveness!

But Li Shimin was a powerful emperor. Provoking his authority was like seeking death. He would die sooner or later marry Gao Yang, and his left and right will die.

“What should I do?”

Just then.

A servant suddenly ran over, "Young master! The two young masters of the Cheng family, the eldest grandson, heard that you are awake, so I came to visit..."

A few days ago, Fang Yiai and a group of dandy hunting, accidentally fell off the hillside and fell unconscious until they woke up the day before yesterday, so they replaced the Cuckold King.

These days, he has been in a daze, as if he has lost his soul.

When he heard the servant's report, it seemed as if a light flashed through his mind. He tried hard to grasp the last life-saving straw, "Who are you talking about? Young Master Changsun, Changsun Chong!"

"yes."

"Is this young master there any marriage?" Fang Yiai rolled over a carp, jumped off the bed, and grabbed the maid's arms excitedly.

"No, no."

"Which year is it now?"

"It's now the fifth year of Zhenguan."

In the fifth year of Zhenguan, Li Lizhi had not married Changsun Chong, and Gao Yang was younger than Princess Changle, which means... Li Er should have not yet given a marriage, and he still has the opportunity to stop this marriage.

This is the only thing to be thankful for so far!

"Hahaha……"

The depressed mood suddenly became smooth, and an idea came to his mind. He suddenly felt energetic, "Qiao'er, bring that new pot to the young master."

"Prepare the ingredients, I am going to treat you today."
Chapter completed!