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

A memorial service was being held like a raging fire. The atmosphere in the hall was solemn and sorrowful, with mourners and wails that shook the heavens. Those attending the memorial service were the direct relatives and friends of the deceased's classmates. At this moment, a middle-aged man was holding a piece of paper in his hand, recounting the life of the deceased word by word. There were some who couldn't sit still and whispered amongst themselves.

"Sigh, he left just like that. He's only in his twenties, why is he so frustrated?" A young man with glasses sighed and shook his head.

"Hey, how did he die?" Gossip people loved to ask.

"Be quiet, it's said that he committed suicide by favoring two girls …" The bespectacled man spoke everything he knew.

"I can't figure it out either. What's more, even if it's about favoritism, carrying a girl's picture is fine. But why would he hug two? Is he doing favors for two girls at the same time? " The bespectacled man gave it some thought.

"That's called fraternity, you don't understand, right? "Well, let me tell you, I heard that his death was very refreshing." A third gossiper could not help but join the conversation.

"Oh? "How can there be any new ideas?" The other two were attracted.

"I heard that he fell into the sewers with the photos of the two girls in his arms. His eyes were closed, and when he was fished out of the sewer, his anger was gone, and there was even a smile on his face."

"An unparalleled infatuation!" The three of them sighed in unison, feeling deep veneration.

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

Hua Dynasty, Jinling, the Fang family of the Shang family.

Fang Zheng woke up from his deep slumber and opened his eyes only to find a pair of dark, clear eyes staring at him.

These eyes were large, round, and innocent as they stared unblinkingly at him causing Fang Zheng's scalp to go slightly numb.

"Hey, just watch. Don't move, just stay there. If you move, I'll flip my face." Fang Zheng and the owner of his eyes displayed their might.

"..."

"Hmm, if you go out now, I can consider treating you to a midnight snack. It would be quite sumptuous." Attracting benefits was sometimes the easiest, most practical method.

"..."

"Alright, seeing how my body is so weak, can you please let me out? I guarantee that I won't pester Green anymore, okay? " If tempting interest is useless, then rousing yourself is also a good idea.

"Damn it!" If the tiger doesn't show his might, do you think I'm a sick cat? Get out! If you don't piss off, do you believe that I won't make you a dish in a pan? " Fang Zheng could not take it anymore and shouted.

The owner of the eyes finally felt Fang Zheng's killing intent as he arrogantly lifted his chin and shot a disdainful glance at Fang Zheng before arrogantly leaving the room.

Fang Zheng let out a breath of relief and collapsed onto the bed.

The person who just left was simply inhumane!

In fact, it was not human. His name was Big Yellow, or more accurately speaking, he was a Chinese field dog. To be more specific, it was a tall and sturdy, well-developed Chinese field dog that was trained to bite people's necks. This was not the main point.

The point was that this dog did not like Fang Zheng. Similarly, Fang Zheng also did not like it. What was frustrating was that rhubarb's martial prowess was clearly higher than his, so even though Fang Zheng was its master, he could not control it. Furthermore, he had to avoid it. If it doesn't like someone, it might jump on you and break your neck. People like Fang Zheng belonged to the latter.

"What a great achievement!" Fang Zheng sighed in his heart. So what if they were powerful? What could they do with it? Even if he was given a three feet long white silk, he would not honestly hang himself.

"Young Master, it's time for you to drink the medicine." Little Green brought the medicine bowl in front of Fang Zheng.

Little Green was Fang Zheng's servant girl, the kind that came close to him. Even today Fang Zheng did not understand the difference between a servant girl and a servant girl. At first he thought it was to wait on her and then warm his bed at night before taking the initiative to sleep with her.

Logically speaking, there was nothing wrong with that. But it turned out he was wrong. Green didn't live in the same house as him. She lived in the legendary '2nd Heaven Room'. She went upstairs and turned left, right, left, right again, and walked a hundred steps forward …

Fang Zheng finally understood: the furthest distance in the world is not between the ends of the earth but between two maids living in the same house. Fang Zheng, on the other hand, has no way of relying on his young master's identity to take advantage of the situation.

"I'm not drinking, just ignore me. It's annoying." Fang Zheng looked at Big Yellow's tail wagging around Little Green ingratiatingly, his heart was not in a good mood. This dog did not have much of a reaction to him, but was always circling around Little Green, causing him, the owner, to feel very vexed.

"This won't do. If you don't drink the medicine, this servant cannot afford to blame the old master and madam for this." Little Green was very stubborn, its large, spirited eyes stared straight at Fang Zheng with an expression that said it would not back down.

Ever since he had awoken in this strange dynasty, he realized that this girl did not like him. It was not because she did anything disrespectful to him, this young master. On the contrary, it was because she was extremely courteous, but beneath her respectful appearance, Fang Zheng could feel the disdain and contempt in her bones. Green was not the only one. All the servants in the Fang family treated him like this, including that dog Big Yellow.

Little Green was only fifteen years old but she stood tall and straight. Even more rare was that her hands and feet were diligent as she took care of all of Fang Zheng's living arrangements. Fifteen years old, under the care of his parents, carefree and carefree, carrying his school bag. Little Green, on the other hand, had taken care of the living arrangements of the young master, Fang Zheng.

"Young master, please drink quickly, Xiao Yue just sent a message, master and madam are coming to see you soon." Green's tone was light and indifferent, with an air of "if you don't drink it or not, you'll have to bear the consequences".

"I... "Endure it!" Fang Zheng fiercely glared at Little Green, then he clenched his teeth and gulped down the black medicinal soup. Little Green then tidied up the medicine bowl and left in satisfaction.

Yes, he had been in the dynasty for five days and up until now Fang Zheng still had not figured out what was going on. For the past five days he has been in a daze, as if he was still in a strange dream. The Zhuang Zhou Dream butterfly is a matter of reality and fantasy, a philosophical issue that is hard to distinguish. This question Fang Zheng has been thinking about for the past five days.

You don't quite understand, do you? Well, let's start at the beginning.

Fang Zheng was originally a university student who had just graduated from a certain northern city in the twenty-first century, a Chinese department graduate. He was an ordinary man, of working-class family, with no illustrious parents, and no cousins from overseas who left him trillions of families to inherit. Ever since he was young, he had indifferently finished primary school, high school, university, and had a couple of relationships that were not considered successful. After graduation, he stayed at home to work like all the university graduates, visiting the talent market on weekends, hoping to get lucky and pick up a job that he wouldn't be able to eat until he was full and wouldn't die of hunger.

Just like this, Fang Zheng did not flirt with anyone and lived for twenty-two years, yet the sky was unpredictable. On a sunny Sunday afternoon, he was excitedly heading home with a movie about the two famous girls of an island in his hand. He did not expect the men to be so excited that he would fall headlong into a sewer that had been stolen and lose consciousness after knocking against something hard on the top of his head.

It must be said that modern people are really lacking in social ethics. Fang Zheng actually did not discriminate against thieves as a profession and the Chu Liuxiang in the novel was also known as the "handsome thief" in the martial arts world. However... What's wrong with you stealing, you have to steal the manhole cover? Even if you stole a warning sign that said "There is a hole here, be careful of going around it", it's still fine. Stealing a well to cover up that grandson is too wicked.

The next part of the bridge was rather bloody.

Of course, he would not be so foolish as to think that he was still in the hospital. In any case, he had never seen such an quaint hospital, a short bed, exquisite candlestick, a round table carved with purple sandalwood, a tea table carved with gold, and a screen carved with mountain and river.

After that, Big Yellow ran in and shouted at him, scaring him to death. However, his body was so soft that he couldn't move at all. Just as he was about to open his mouth to call for help, Green came in with a beautiful antique dress and a small bun...

Following that, the entire Fang Residence broke out into a commotion as servants began to spread the news that the young master had actually woken up after a month of unconsciousness. Instantly, the Fang Residence was in a state of chaos. Fang Zheng did not understand what was going on and a beautiful woman hurriedly entered the house. Without saying a word, she hugged Fang Zheng and began to cry with all her might, crying her heart out.

The woman had not finished crying when a man around the age of forty or fifty walked in quickly. Everyone stood up and called him 'Master'. The old master's expression was excited as he held onto Fang Zheng's shoulder and caressed his face. He even lifted up his head and examined it closely, like a drug dealer inspecting white powder. He only wanted to cut off a small piece of Fang Zheng's face to make sure it was colored. The old master carefully examined it for a moment before muttering, "The heavens have blessed the Fang family, the heavens have blessed the Fang family..."

At that time Fang Zheng was also frightened. Think about it, in a completely foreign environment, surrounded by a group of completely unfamiliar ancient people, and it is unknown where they came from … a lord holding onto his head as he chattered. If it were you, would you be afraid?

Even though Fang Zheng had a cheerful personality and was easily able to adapt to the environment, he was still scared by the scene before his eyes until he was at a loss for what to do, not daring to make a sound.

After staring blankly for a long time, his face was filled with surprise as he thought of a phrase – Transmigration.

"Passing through" was a very popular word. From a scientific point of view, transiting through was probably due to the Earth's magnetic field fluctuation or the change in a binary dimension. In short, it was very complicated.

Whether it was a reasonable explanation or an unreasonable one, Fang Zheng had thought of many things, but he was still unable to accept the fact that they crossed over. So during the days of "recuperation", his brain was always in the "empty" state. What did "empty" mean? If one day you win five million in the lottery, you'll probably feel that way.