The first time I want to survive

Ah! Come quickly! The young master is injured!" A sharp scream erupted from the mouth of the young maid, swiftly spreading throughout the Lu family's courtyard in Jiahu Castle. In an instant, several robust servants in green clothing rushed over from all directions. Upon seeing the boy lying on the ground, their expressions changed drastically, and they hurriedly lifted the boy up, running towards a pavilion in the back garden.

"It is thundering, this is not good." The young maid under the rockery turned pale, as if she were about to cry. In the entire Jiahu Fortress, who does not know that the Lu family's big fool is most afraid of thunder.

In the back garden of the Lu residence, Li Qing, now known as Lu Zhao Ci, sat on a chair, gazing at the white clouds on the horizon, a faint bitter smile appearing at the corners of his mouth. Beside him, Liu Er was serving him cautiously, while in the distance, several servants in blue were watching from afar.

Within the Central Plains, various factions vie for power, unaware of the intentions of the prairie overlord. While they sharpen their weapons and prepare for battle, they simultaneously offer vast amounts of gold, silver, and jewels to the prairie overlord in hopes of gaining his support

The middle-aged man ascended to the attic and cast a glance at the large nanmu bed where his son lay. He noticed that his son's complexion was pale; had it not been for the faint rise and fall of his chest, he would have appeared indistinguishable from a corpse. However, in the eyes of the middle-aged man, his son was already not far from death. Lu Changqing let out a gentle sigh and said to the weeping maid beside him, "Liu'er, you should still hope for your young master to wake up soon! Otherwise, even I cannot protect you."

Old Gu! Is there any hope for the resignation? Although Gu Quanzhong is a physician, he has followed Lu Changqing's father, the head of the Lu family, Lu Sicheng, for many years and holds a high position within the Lu family. Even Lu Changqing does not dare to be negligent.

Lu Changqing let out a deep sigh, knowing that the Master Sun mentioned by Gu Quanzhong referred to the renowned physician Sun Simiao. He was revered by the world and often referred to as an immortal, despite being from a humble background. Many influential families took pride in having the opportunity to invite Master Sun. Unfortunately, Master Sun was fond of the Dao and frequently roamed the famous mountains and rivers, his whereabouts elusive. With this thought in mind, Lu Changqing shook his head again and slowly walked out of the room. Behind him, a sound of lamentation arose; it was Liu'er crying about something.

Young man! The elderly physician who is currently diagnosing, with a furrowed brow, is stroking his silver-white beard, his face filled with astonishment

Cough, cough! Suddenly, two coughs came from the bed, and the previously motionless youth slowly opened his eyes, his deep gaze filled with confusion.

Only Lu Zhaolin himself knows the true change. The soul hidden within this body is no longer Lu Zhaoci's; it belongs to a university student from the twenty-first century, who lived under the red cradle. While teaching in southern Sichuan, he encountered a great earthquake, perished in body but not in spirit, and traversed to this chaotic era, becoming one of its members. Better to be a peaceful dog than a person in chaotic times. Even living in a large family, in this era where human life is as insignificant as that of an ant, there is no real security. The soul hidden within this body is no longer Lu Zhaoci's; it belongs to a university student from the twenty-first century, who lived under the red cradle. While teaching in southern Sichuan, he encountered a great earthquake, perished in body but not in spirit, and traversed to this chaotic era, becoming one of its members. Better to be a peaceful dog than a person in chaotic times. Even living in a large family, in this era where human life is as insignificant as that of an ant, there is no real security. In history, the peasant uprisings at the end of the Sui dynasty primarily targeted large families. The powerful clans that formed during the Eastern Han dynasty suffered significant blows at the end of the Sui dynasty and gradually disappeared into the long river of history. Lu Zhaoci did not feel any sense of security living in this large family. In history, the peasant uprisings at the end of the Sui dynasty primarily targeted large families. The powerful clans that formed during the Eastern Han dynasty suffered significant blows at the end of the Sui dynasty and gradually disappeared into the long river of history. Lu Zhaoci did not feel any sense of security living in this large family. This is a feudal society, a society without human rights, where the rulers kill as easily as cutting grass. Thus, Lu Zhaoci feels a sense of confusion, and even a hint of fear, a fear for his own life.

Ah! Da Lang is awake! Da Lang is awake! Liu Er, still in a daze, opened her eyes and immediately saw Lu Zhao Ci's deep-set eyes, unable to contain her surprise, her expression filled with joy. She did not hear the young man's request and hurriedly rushed out of the room, the sound of footsteps quickly echoing on the wooden stairs. The young man, seeing this, revealed a hint of a bitter smile.

Indeed, a loud rumble echoed. The fool was so frightened that he began to shout loudly, clutching his head tightly. Perhaps he had forgotten that he was still on top of the artificial hill, and in his panic, he rolled down while holding his head.

Jiahubao, located to the north of the important town of Huoyi in Shanxi, is a vital route into Taiyuan. Spring in the north always arrives a few days later, but as the temperature rises, people shed their heavy winter clothing and begin to feel the breath of spring. A warm breeze passes by, making one unable to resist the urge to lie down and rest for a while

Ah, perhaps this is also his liberation! Lu Changqing's face showed a hint of gray, as if he had aged considerably. The loss of a child in middle age is a profound sorrow in life. Moreover, in the Lu family, although Lu Changqing is the legitimate eldest son and holds the right of inheritance, his position within the family is not stable. Now, with the incident of the eldest son being struck by lightning, it is uncertain what kind of impact it will have when it spreads; his already tenuous position will become even more fragile. When he speaks of "liberation," on one hand, it certainly refers to his own son, but it equally pertains to himself.

In the early morning, a ray of sunlight spilled down from the pure white window paper, illuminating the bed. On the bed lay a pale-faced youth, motionless, as if he were dead. Beside the bed, a frail young girl was leaning over, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders, shimmering with an unusual brilliance under the sunlight

The eldest son of the Lu family has awakened again, and he seems to have become less foolish, yet he also appears to be somewhat dazed, spending the entire day gazing at the sky, seemingly lost in thought. Some people say he was struck by lightning and left in a daze. Only Liu'er, who serves by his side, feels that her young master has changed significantly, but when asked where the change lies, she cannot pinpoint it.

Young Master, hurry down, otherwise the Master will see you and scold you again

It is indeed strange! Gu Quanzhong shook his head and said: "The pulse is steady and strong, even stronger than that of an adult man, yet for some reason, he remains in a deep sleep? Perhaps my medical skills are lacking, and I am unable to diagnose the cause of this condition?"

In a moment, a middle-aged man appeared, his demeanor exuding an air of elegance, hinting at a distinguished background. At this moment, he looked anxious and somewhat guilty, accompanied by an elderly man dressed as a physician, as they hurried towards the attic. He was Lu Changqing, the eldest son of Lu Sicheng, the clan leader of the Lu family from Hedong. This young boy was the son of his late wife. Although he had since remarried and was now from a prominent family with another son, his deepest affection still lay with his late wife, and this love had naturally transferred to his eldest son. Otherwise, in this grand household, how could a boy deemed foolish receive such treatment? However, at this moment, his beloved son had fallen from the rockery, and his life was uncertain, causing him immense worry.

Ah! Lu Changqing's expression changed. He was well aware of Gu Quanzhong's medical skills, which could be considered as those of a national master. If even he could not diagnose the outcome, how could Lu Changqing not be astonished

"Liu'er, Liu'er, I want to drink water!" The young man extended his right hand, gently resting it on the young girl's beautiful hair

In the back garden of a large mansion located in the center of Jiahubao, a little girl was softly calling out to a young man in white standing by the rockery

Suddenly, a dark cloud floated into the originally bright sky, enveloping the entire Jiahu Fortress within it. The once gentle spring breeze abruptly transformed into a fierce wind, and a rumbling sound approached from afar, resembling a harbinger of a storm.

On the rockery sat a youth of about seventeen or eighteen years, clad in a once-white long robe that had long since become filthy, with a hint of a foolish smile on his face. Indeed, he was a fool, renowned as such in Jiahu Fortress, or rather, throughout the entire Lu family. His notoriety stemmed from the fact that he was the legitimate grandson of the Hedong Lu clan. Although the Hedong Lu clan is a branch of the Fanyang Lu clan, it holds significant authority in the Jiahu Fortress area. The fact that a legitimate grandson could be a fool is indeed astonishing. Although the Hedong Lu clan is a branch of the Fanyang Lu clan, it holds significant authority in the Jiahu Fortress area. The fact that a legitimate grandson could be a fool is indeed astonishing.

Thus, one can only resign to fate. However, if Master Sun were to come, perhaps he could restore Zhao Ci to normal. Gu Quanzhong shook his head and said, "I will still prepare a few doses of calming and nourishing medicine. Whether it will work, I cannot be certain."

Young master! The little maid had no time to think of much else and rushed forward, preparing to shield the young master with her small frame. However, it was too late; with a loud crack, the boy was knocked to the ground, trembling a few times before falling silent. The little maid turned pale with fright, appearing almost dazed, completely unaware of the strange purple lightning that struck the boy from above. Strangely enough, the thunder and wind vanished in the blink of an eye, as if they had never existed, leaving people to speculate.

I want to survive, Lu Zhaozi thought

Upon hearing this, the maid Liu'er turned pale. Although the person before her was the eldest young master of the Lu family, he was kind-hearted and held an unstable position within the family. As Liu'er, who was responsible for looking after the young master, if this matter were to lead to the death of the Lu family's legitimate heir, she would also be unable to escape the fate of being buried alive. Although the practice of burying the living had long since disappeared, in a prominent family like the Lu family, the patriarch's power was hardly inferior to that of the emperor. Such occurrences of burying the living still happened from time to time within the high walls of grand estates. As a maid, lacking power, influence, and connections, how could she possibly evade the fate of death? The thought of this filled Liu'er with even greater fear, and with her eyes reddened, she gazed at the young master on the large bed, hoping for a miracle to occur.

In the third month of the thirteenth year of the Dà Yè era, on the vast grasslands of the north, Khagan Shibi sat upright in his tent, observing the billowing smoke of war from the Central Plains while gathering his troops to engage in hunting activities. Once the heroes of the Central Plains had inflicted mutual destruction upon each other, he planned to mobilize his forces southward to contend for the vibrant world of the Central Plains

Who am I? Li Qing? Lu Zhaozi? A trace of pain appeared on the young face, his brows furrowed as if he were straining to recall something. After a long while, he finally let out a long sigh.