Chapter 1: The Transmigration Amidst a Burst of Character
Fang Zheng was originally a recent university graduate from a northern city in the 21st century, having majored in Chinese. He is an ordinary person, coming from a working-class family, without illustrious parents or wealthy relatives abroad leaving him a vast inheritance to claim. Throughout his life, he has led a rather uneventful journey, completing elementary school, middle school, and university. He has experienced two unsuccessful romantic relationships and, like all other university graduates, found himself unemployed at home after graduation, spending weekends browsing job markets in hopes of striking good fortune to land a job that barely sustains him.
Whether reasonable or unreasonable, Fang Zheng pondered many explanations, yet he still could not accept the fact of "time travel." Therefore, during these few days of "recovering from illness," his mind remained in a state of "emptiness." What does "emptiness" mean? If one day you win five million in the lottery, you might begin to understand this state.
Xiao Lu is Fang Zheng's personal maid, the kind that is close at hand. To this day, Fang Zheng still hasn't figured out the difference between a personal maid and a regular maid. At first, he thought it was the kind of maid who serves food and clothing, and then warms the bed for him at night, even voluntarily sharing the bed.
Oh? How can it be innovative? The other two were indeed attracted.
Hua Dynasty, the capital city of Jinling, the merchant Fang family
I heard that he was holding the photographs of two girls, closed his eyes, and fell headfirst into the sewer. When he was pulled out, he had already lost his breath, yet there was still a smile on his face
The key point is that this dog does not particularly like Fang Zheng, and similarly, Fang Zheng does not particularly like it either. It is regrettable that Da Huang's strength is clearly superior to his, so despite Fang Zheng being its owner, he is unable to control it and, worse still, has to avoid it. Da Huang is straightforward and does not understand how to conceal its emotions; it will wag its tail and beg for affection in front of those it likes, going to great lengths to flatter them. However, for those it does not like, it might just leap up and bite your neck. Fang Zheng belongs to the latter category.
According to normal logic, there is nothing wrong with understanding it this way regarding www.hetushu.com. However, the facts prove that he is completely mistaken; Xiao Lu does not live in the same room as him. She resides in the legendary Room Tianzi No. 2, which is located by going upstairs, turning left, then right, then left again, then right again, and finally walking forward for one hundred steps
Not far away, a middle-aged man continued to recite the eulogy, his deep voice echoing in the memorial hall: "... his life was a glorious life, a life of struggle, a life of perseverance ..."
"Young Master, please drink quickly. Xiaoyue just sent a message that the Master and Madam are about to come to see you." Xiao Lu's tone was indifferent, as if to say that whether you drink or not is your own responsibility.
"Lower your voice, it is said that he committed suicide out of love while holding the photos of two girls..." The bespectacled man spoke freely and without reservation.
At just fifteen years old, Xiao Lu has blossomed into a graceful young lady. What is even more remarkable is her industriousness; she takes care of all aspects of Fang Zheng's daily life. At fifteen, one would typically be under the care of their parents, carefree and attending school with a backpack in modern times. Yet, Xiao Lu is already attending to the needs of this young master, and she manages everything in an orderly manner.
The woman had not yet finished crying when a man, approximately in his forties or fifties, hurried in. Everyone stood up and called him "Sir." The gentleman appeared agitated, grasping Fang Zheng's shoulder with one hand, while he touched his face with the other, turning his head to examine him closely, scrutinizing him with the same meticulousness as a drug lord testing white powder, almost as if he were about to cut a small piece of flesh from his face to assess its quality. After carefully observing for a while, he murmured, "Heaven bless the Fang family, heaven bless the Fang family..."
In the spring of 2009, in the memorial hall of a funeral home in a certain city in northern China
After being in a daze for quite some time, gazing at the surprised expressions of the master and mistress, who were repeatedly chanting Buddhist prayers, as well as the servants bustling about in front of him, Fang Zheng finally thought of a word: time travel
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Yes, it has been exactly five days since he arrived in this dynasty, and Fang Zheng still has not figured out what is going on. Throughout these five days, he has remained in a state of confusion, as if he still believes he is experiencing a strange dream. Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, the distinction between reality and illusion presents a philosophical dilemma that has caused him considerable headache; he has been suffering from this headache for five days.
Ah, how exactly did he die? Gossipmongers love to inquire
Well, if you go out now, I can consider treating you to a sumptuous late-night snack this evening. Tempting with benefits is sometimes the simplest and most practical method
At that moment, Fang Zheng was also terrified. Just imagine, being in a completely unfamiliar environment, surrounded by a group of entirely strange ancient people, and suddenly an old man appears out of nowhere, holding his head and mumbling incoherently. If it were you, would you not be afraid
These eyes are large, round, and innocent, staring at him without blinking, causing Fang Zheng to feel a bit uneasy on his scalp.
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Fang Zheng impatiently glared at Xiao Lu. Ever since he woke up in this inexplicable dynasty, he had noticed that this girl did not seem to have a favorable view of him. It was not that Xiao Lu had shown any disrespect towards him as a young master; on the contrary, she was exceedingly polite. However, beneath her respectful and submissive exterior, Fang Zheng could sense her inherent disdain and contempt for him. It was not just Xiao Lu; the entire household of the Fang family exhibited the same attitude towards him, including the dog named Da Huang.
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The person who just went out is simply inhuman
I... I can't stand it! Fang Zheng glared fiercely at Xiao Lu, gritted his teeth, pinched his nose, and downed the bowl of dark, murky medicinal soup. Satisfied, Xiao Lu cleaned up the medicine bowl and withdrew.
The merits of one can overshadow the ruler! Fang Zheng lamented inwardly. What can one do when their merits overshadow the ruler? Bestow upon them a three-foot white silk, and they still would not obediently hang themselves
Even though Fang Zheng has a cheerful disposition and easily adapts to his surroundings, he is rendered speechless and dazed by the scene before him, unable to utter a word.
A memorial service is being held in full swing, with a somber and solemn atmosphere in the hall, accompanied by mournful music and the sound of weeping. The attendees are all direct relatives, classmates, and friends of the deceased. At this moment, a middle-aged man is holding a manuscript, reading aloud the life story of the deceased word by word. Below, some attendees are unable to sit still and are whispering during the pauses.
I also find it hard to understand. Moreover, even if he is being sentimental, he could just hold a photo of one girl. Why is he holding two? Is he being sentimental for two girls at the same time? The bespectacled man pondered deeply.
Immediately, the entire Fang residence was in an uproar, with the servants passing around the news that "the young master has miraculously woken up after a month of coma." Suddenly, the Fang residence was in chaos, with people running about in a frenzy. Fang Zheng had yet to comprehend what was happening when a beautiful woman rushed into the room, and without saying a word, she embraced Fang Zheng and cried bitterly, her sorrow palpable.
"No, you must take your medicine. If the master and mistress blame me, I cannot bear the consequences." Xiao Lu was very stubborn, her pair of lively big eyes fixed intently on Fang Zheng, revealing an expression of unwavering determination.
"I won't drink, leave me alone, I'm annoyed." Fang Zheng watched as Da Huang circled around Xiao Lu, wagging its tail in a flattering manner. He felt quite displeased; this dog showed little interest in him but spent all day eagerly following Xiao Lu, which left him, as the owner, feeling quite frustrated
"That is called philanthropy, don't you understand? Ah, let me tell you, I heard that his manner of death is quite innovative." The third gossipmonger couldn't help but lean in to join the conversation
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The owner of the eyes finally sensed Fang Zheng's sharp and imposing killing intent, raised his chin arrogantly, cast a disdainful glance at Fang Zheng, and left with an air of superiority
"Young Master, it is time for you to take your medicine," Xiao Lu presented the medicine bowl in front of Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng finally understood: the most distant distance in this world is not the ends of the earth, but rather the fact that a close maid lives in the same residence, yet Fang Zheng cannot take advantage of his status as the young master. That damned big yellow dog guards the small green door every night.
"Alas, he left just like that, only in his twenties. Why is he thinking this way?" A young man wearing glasses shook his head and sighed
How could this happen? I often drink with him, and he has never mentioned liking any girl, let alone two?" The gossipmonger wore a look of disbelief.
In fact, it is indeed not a human. Its name is Da Huang; to be precise, it is a Chinese rural dog. To be more specific, it is a robustly built dog with well-developed limbs, trained specifically to bite people's necks, but these details are not the main point
Fang Zheng awoke from his slumber, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he discovered a pair of dark, clear eyes staring at him
Later, Da Huang ran in, barking at him, which startled him greatly. However, his body felt soft and he could not move. Just as he was about to call for help, a beautifully dressed figure in ancient attire, with a small bun hairstyle, entered the room...
Oh, the unparalleled infatuation of this man! The three of them sighed in unison, filled with profound respect
Thus, Fang Zheng lived a life of twenty-two years, neither provoking nor offending anyone. However, fate is unpredictable. On a sunny Sunday afternoon, he was excitedly heading home, clutching a famous adult film featuring two renowned actresses from a certain island nation (male fellow citizens should understand this feeling). Unexpectedly, he carelessly walked straight into a manhole that had been stolen, and after his head struck something hard, he lost consciousness
From the perspective of superstition, it becomes much simpler. It is all arranged by heaven; as the saying goes, "When heaven is about to bestow a great responsibility upon a person, it must first make them go through trials." Look, what a reasonable explanation. Why did heaven specifically choose him? It is also quite simple; his character has erupted. Even a deity's casual act must eventually strike a mortal, right? He is the fortunate one who was struck, just like the character in the book. Indeed, it is truly a cause for celebration. It is also quite simple; his character has erupted. Even a deity's casual act must eventually strike a mortal, right? He is the fortunate one who was struck, just like the character in the book. Indeed, it is truly a cause for celebration.
It must be said that modern people truly lack a sense of social morality. Fang Zheng does not actually discriminate against the profession of thieves; after all, the character Chu Liuxiang in the novel is celebrated as the "Thief Prince" in the martial world. However, why must one steal something as unnecessary as a manhole cover? Even if you steal it, at least put up a warning sign saying "Caution: There is a hole here, please detour". Stealing a manhole cover is simply despicable.
"Hey, you can look, but don't move around. Just stay there. If you move recklessly, be careful that I might turn against you." Fang Zheng displayed his authority to the owner of those eyes.
Damn it! Just because the tiger doesn't show its power, do you think this young master is a sick cat? Get out of here! If you don't leave, do you believe this young master will turn you into a dish in the pot?" Fang Zheng could no longer tolerate it and shouted loudly
Well, considering my frail condition, could you please step outside? I assure you, I will no longer trouble Xiao Lu, alright? If tempting with benefits proves ineffective, appealing to emotions is also a good approach
Not quite clear, is it? Alright, let us start from the beginning
"Time travel" is quite a popular term. From a scientific perspective, time travel is likely due to fluctuations in the Earth's magnetic field or anomalies in dual-dimensional space, among other chaotic reasons. In short, it is very complex, and even after going around in circles, it cannot be fully explained.
Fang Zheng let out a sigh of relief and collapsed onto the bed.
The following segment is rather melodramatic
After Fang Zheng woke up, he found that the scene had completely changed. Of course, he was not foolish enough to think, like a protagonist who had just crossed over, that he was still in a hospital. After all, he had never seen such an antique and elegant hospital before: the low bed, the exquisite candlesticks, the rosewood round table, the intricately gilded tea table, and the landscape painting screen. Which lunatic would decorate a hospital like this?
A good man does not quarrel with a woman. Just wait until I, the young master, figure out what is going on; I will make sure to deal with you, you little girl!" Fang Zheng glared at the graceful figure of Xiao Lu, thinking fiercely to himself.