Chapter 1: Entering the Tang Dynasty

The young master has been very quiet these past few days, nothing like his usual temperament. Could it be that he has been confined by the master?

"Dongmei, have you noticed that the young master has been acting strangely these past couple of days"

As soon as she finished speaking, she shyly buried her head under the covers, resembling an ostrich. Meanwhile, poor Dong Xue, who was outside washing Fang Yiai's feet, blushed from her neck all the way to her earlobes

On the left side of the hall, there knelt a youth of about fifteen or sixteen years old. Fang Yiai understood that this was his elder brother, Fang Hui, whose courtesy name was Yizhi. Fang Yizhi looked at Fang Yiai, who was surveying the surroundings, and kept signaling with his eyes.

Gently linking arms with Lu, Fang Yi'ai sat down. The moment he saw Lu for the first time, he decided that having been an orphan in his past life, he must cherish having both a mother and a father in this life. Thus, all his actions appeared so natural and effortless

As I stepped forward, I deftly loosened Lu's cloak and, standing on tiptoe, brushed the snowflakes from Lu's hair: "Child has indeed become foolish, having not seen mother for three days, longing for her to the point of foolishness."

"Winter Snow, come warm my hands," he said, as a hand, frozen and red, reached straight towards Winter Snow's chest

Winter snow, why is this winter so cold this year

Young master, we have already prepared hot water for you. Please wash your feet before going to sleep

Fang Yi'ai followed Lu Shi as they walked through the corridor into the main hall. At that moment, Fang Yi'ai's heart was filled with excitement. The thought of meeting the renowned statesman of the Zhenguan era, Fang Xuanling, a figure of such greatness who was also his father, made it impossible for him to suppress the small thrill in his heart

Seeing Fang Yiai's innocent expression, Lu Shi laughed even more heartily

Fang Yiai understood his elder brother's meaning, looked towards his father in the hall, and directly knelt down: "I, your son, have been unfilial and have committed this mistake. After being confined by you for three days, I feel remorseful. Therefore, upon coming out just now, I felt a sense of things being different. Please rest assured, Father, I will definitely repent."

Speaking of causing trouble, Fang Yiai rarely blushes, but this time it is truly due to the outrageous actions of his previous self. This Fang Yiai actually went to a brothel with a group of dubious friends. I really don't understand what a thirteen-year-old child could possibly do even if he were to visit a brothel

Fang Yiai looked innocent and said: "The child is serious."

Hmph, you child, you only know that your mother is reluctant to part with you, yet you still cause trouble for her

Inside the room, a young boy dressed in a brocade robe sits on the ground leaning against a brocade cushion, holding a warming stove in his hands, lost in thought. Through the nearby charcoal fire, one can vaguely see the boy's delicate features, yet his youthful face is marked by a sense of helplessness

Fang Yiao smiled, and in that moment, he was suddenly filled with a longing for the future life. He did not know when he closed his eyes, nor was he aware of when the winter snow and winter plum blossoms departed.

Fang Yiao held Lu's hand to his heart and said: "Mother, do you feel that my heart is saying I love you very much?"

Lu Shi looked at Fang Yi'ai's expression, which was very sincere, and couldn't help but feel gratified

Fang Yiai had a sincere expression: "The child has already recognized his mistake and will definitely apologize to father later."

The winter snow has already melted away the shoes and socks of Fang Yiai, and gently, I begin to clean them for Fang Yiai

Ah, Dongmei, come and warm me up too

The radiant smiles of the two maids seemed to bring a touch of warmth to this quiet, cold winter

Inside Fang Yiai's heart, there was a burst of laughter. Perhaps Dong Xue didn't realize that she had more ambition than ability. She's really just a little maid who doesn't know anything.

The housekeeper walked towards his own seat, imitating the appearance of his elder brother and father who were kneeling at www.hetushu.com. It must be said that kneeling is really uncomfortable. The housekeeper had no choice but to endure it and not reveal any flaws.

Mother, please stop talking. I know I was wrong, and I promise I won't go there again in the future.

In the fourth year of the Zhenguan era, Chang'an was exceptionally cold during the winter.

The young man inside the house seemed oblivious to all of this, still staring blankly into the void, not knowing what he was looking at.

Young people can't help but ponder: they were originally a modern orphan, spending their youth in an orphanage, and finally managed to get into the Chinese Department of Peking University through their own efforts after graduating from college. Just as their dream was beginning, they accidentally fell off a cliff during a trip to Mount Song and unexpectedly found themselves in the Tang Dynasty.

After receiving the memories of this body itself, I was even more dumbfounded. I unexpectedly became Fang Jun, the son of Fang Xuanling, the unfortunate guy who married Princess Gaoyang and caused the entire Fang family to be executed.

Stepping into the main hall, Fang Xuanling took a look around. In front of the hall, there was a middle-aged man with a dignified appearance kneeling and sitting. His inch-long beard looked particularly spirited. Fang Yiai knew that this was his father, but this middle-aged man did not look very majestic, just a little serious, perhaps because he was at home.

In the warm embrace of the quilt, Dongmei is not willing to be outdone: "Master, please don't rush. When you reach the right age, if you still desire it, you can come find me and Dongxue."

The snowflakes outside the house are dancing in a disorderly manner.

Winter Mei has a melon seed face, while Winter Xue has a round face. Both girls are only fourteen or fifteen years old and quite lively.

With a sharp gaze fixed on his own Lushi, Fang Yiai decisively chose to surrender: "How could a child have a favorite girl? I'm still young and focused on my studies. Besides, I need to accompany my mother well."

Fortunately, this body made a mistake and was confined by Fang Xuanling for three days. I have also adapted to everything that happened suddenly. Since then, there is only one person named Fang Yi'ai walking in this world.

Well, the young master has gone too far this time. He actually pawned the jade pendant given to the old master by the emperor and went to that kind of place.

Looking at the child, after being isolated for three days, I have become somewhat foolish. When I saw my mother, I didn't even know how to speak.

It's not good. It's all because of the friends that young master made. They actually took him to that kind of place.

Not long after Fang Yiai entered the room, Dong Xue and Dong Mei, the two maids, came in. The predecessor of Fang Yiai was very kind to these two maids, simply because they were both orphans and grew up with Fang Yiai since childhood. Naturally, their relationship was good.

Isn't it? In previous winters, we could stay warm with just a layer of silk clothing, and even go out to play in the snow. But this year, I just want to stay indoors and huddle by the charcoal fire.

A burst of laughter from Lushi: "You little monkey, even in solitary confinement, you still have such a slick tongue. Your father should really keep you locked up for a few more days."

Tang people have a custom of sitting separately at meals, which means that each person has their own table and the food on the table is the same. During meals, they emphasize not talking about food. Therefore, when the Fang family eats, they also follow this custom. However, Fang Yiai, who is used to pointing out the country's problems and talking nonsense while eating, mixes his saliva with the rice, which makes it more delicious.

Lu was first stunned, then burst into an imageless laughter, saying, "My son has really grown up. He speaks so sweetly that I have never heard such words from him before."

Dongmei even took off her thick fur coat and slipped into the warm bed of Fang Yiai. Fang Yiai was somewhat surprised, but not as surprised as *Tu* Shu. In ancient times, it was common for maidservants to warm the bed. It's just that they didn't expect to personally witness it. Although Dongmei was only wearing a close-fitting undergarment, Fang Yiai, being only a thirteen-year-old child, could only sigh.

Also, anyway, the master has put the young master in three days of confinement. Madam will be coming soon.

Speaking of this, the two maidservants are actually united in their resentment, and they all talk about the hooligan friends of their respective young masters.

Lord Fang Xuanling nodded ambiguously in the hall. This young son is extremely mischievous, causing Lord Fang Xuanling great pain. However, the Lu family dotes on this son. Lord Fang Xuanling does not expect this son to completely reform, only hoping that he can behave for a few days. The son of a high-ranking official actually went out to solicit prostitutes, and they were even thirteen-year-old boys.

Fang Yi'ai looked speechless, no wonder they say a doting mother spoils the child. But Yi'ai likes this kind of mother.

A thousand years in a dream, not knowing what is real.

Lushi is very dissatisfied with her husband's attitude. She glared at her husband and looked kindly at Fang Yiai, who was kneeling in the hall. "Jun'er, it's good that you know your mistake. Hurry up and take a seat. The floor is cold."

It doesn't matter if I stay closed for a few more days, the main thing is that I'm afraid my mother misses me. If my mother is willing, she can keep me closed for a few more days.

Facing such a Lu Shi, Fang Yi'ai looked helpless and said, "Mother, if you keep talking like this, I will ignore you."

Young master, in the future, you should not go to such places. You are still young and should not harm your body.

However, it is clear that Lushi has no intention of letting go of Fang Yiai. "Jun'er is shy. Even if he likes a girl, he doesn't tell his mother. His mother is truly heartbroken."

At this moment, the corners of the young man's mouth twitched unnaturally for two times. Obviously, the words of the two maids touched the heartstrings of the young man in the room. The curvature of the young man's mouth became larger and larger, and finally he gave a bitter smile. https://www.hetushu.com/

Listening to her son's words, a smile appeared on Lu's face: "You are good at pleasing your mother. When you have a wife in the future, you may have forgotten about your mother."

Confirmed. Madam has always favored the young master. This time, Madam barely managed to resist the urge to come and see him.

Looking at the blushing face, the shy Fang Yiai, with a smile on his face, continued to joke: "My handsome son is not young anymore. Even children from ordinary families are married at eleven or twelve. It seems that my son is anxious. Tell your mother, which girl have you set your eyes on?"

After a while, the two maidservants outside the house stopped playing.

After a while, Lushi stopped laughing and said, "Okay, Jun'er, your father is very angry about the mistake you made this time. Later, I will take you to see your father and you should apologize to him properly."

Originally, Fang Yiai didn't know what to say, but seeing the kind and loving look of the lady, he immediately became natural.

Just thinking about how my old friends used to tease me, I can't help but feel embarrassed. Fortunately, I still have Du Ruhui to keep me company. When I think about Kemi's expression, I actually feel a little happy.

While Fang Yiai was still in a daze, the door suddenly opened, and a gust of cold wind blew into the room, causing the charcoal fire to flicker. Fang Yiai looked up and saw a kind-looking lady with a little makeup on her face. Fang Yiai knew that this was her mother, Lu Shi, and the deep sense of familiarity and warmth in her heart could not deceive her.

Finally finished dinner. Fang Yiai slipped away to his room early. The entertainment life in the Tang Dynasty was extremely scarce, and people usually went to bed around seven in the evening.

This sleep, so sweet...

The young master's temperament, you are not unaware of it, how can it be so easily changed?

Two maids wearing thick fur coats outside the house, constantly rubbing their hands and stamping their feet.