Chapter 1 God, please let me die again

Chapter 1 God, please let me die again

Tang Dynasty, winter of the twelfth year of Zhenguan.

Hundreds of houses are like a chess game, and twelve streets are like vegetable beds.

From a distance, I can see the fire slightly entering the morning, and there is a star with five doors to the west.

At the beginning of Mao Shi, the vast city of Chang'an looked like an ancient giant beast dormant in the darkness.

The stars and moon were dim, the north wind was blowing, and goose-feather-like snow fell all over the streets and roofs. Walking through the thick snow, groups of motorcades holding torches walked out of the gates of each lane that had just been opened by the gatekeepers. They gathered at Zhuque Street and headed to Chengtianmen in a mighty manner, preparing to go to court.

The morning court hour was approaching, but the mansions of Liang Guogong and Shangshu Zuopu Shefang Xuanling were noisy and chaotic.

Fang Xuanling, who was approaching his sixtieth birthday, was dressed in court uniform and stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his hands, looking up at the snow-covered roof with a worried look on his face.

A young man in thin clothes was sitting on the roof, holding a wine jar in his hand, taking a sip from time to time and sighing.

At this time, a little maid aged twelve or thirteen ran over and knelt down in front of Fang Xuanling. Her knees were immediately submerged in an inch of snow.

"Wuwu... Master, it's all my fault. I didn't watch the second young master... Wuwu..."

The little maid Qiao'er is the second young master's personal maid. She just woke up and found out that the second young master went to the rooftop to drink before dawn, but she didn't know it at all. The second young master has been ill for many days and has just recovered. What if he catches the cold?

She blamed herself for not discovering the whereabouts of the second young master in time, and the little maid cried so hard that she was like a pear blossom with rain in her eyes.

There was a flurry of footsteps in the room, and Mistress Lu ran out in a hurry, asking urgently: "Where is it? Where is it?"

Fang Xuanling sighed and pointed to the roof.

Mrs. Lu had obviously just gotten up and her hair had not yet been combed neatly. When she looked up and saw her second son "listening to the snow and drinking wine" on the roof, she immediately shouted: "Son, come down here. It's freezing cold today. Don't let it freeze... …”

The second son, Yiai, accidentally fell off his horse when he was out hunting in the city. He hit the back of his head and remained in a state of confusion and drowsiness. Everyone in the house was anxious.

We just met, why did we run to the roof in the wind and snow again?

Could it be that he broke his brain?

Thinking of this, Mrs. Lu became even more anxious and burst into tears.

The boy on the roof was indifferent, looking up at the sky and thinking about life.

Fang Xuanling had a gloomy face. Although she was very worried about her second son, it was really inappropriate to cause a scene in the house so early in the morning.

He shouted: "Come down quickly!"

The young man remained motionless, but leaned over to look over.

There were torches and lanterns burning in the yard, and the reflection from the snow made it possible to see the boy's face clearly.

He has a good-natured appearance, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a childish look on his youthful face. He looks only fifteen or sixteen years old. Wearing a thin robe, he is not tall, but strong and generous.

The young man looked at Fang Xuanling, then at Lu, and finally said: "I will not marry Princess Gaoyang!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole courtyard fell silent.

Fang Xuanling was startled at first, and then became furious: "You traitor, do you want to die?"

The young man frowned and looked stubborn: "If you want me to marry Gao Yang, I will die in front of you!"

Fang Xuanling was so angry that his beard stood up, and he stared at the second son in front of him: "This is a marriage granted by His Majesty, how can you, a child with a yellow mouth, refuse it? Where do you put the majesty of the Tian family? What's more," "Princess Shang" is such an honor, it's simply ridiculous that you refuse it!"

Fang Xuanling blew his beard and stared, wishing he could kill this bastard!

Who dares not accept the imperial gift from Emperor Chrysostom?

Even if you really don’t want to accept this honor, you don’t dare to say it out loud, so you can only think about it in your heart...

The young man seemed to realize that threatening him with death would be ineffective. He couldn't help but grimace and begged: "Why don't you... tell the emperor, is it okay if you don't want Gao Yang? Let's find another one?"

Fang Xuanling was stunned: "...Change another one?"

Why do you think you are a princess of the Tang Dynasty?

Chinese cabbage?

If you don't like this one, why don't you try another one?

It’s simply courting death!

Fang Xuanling's pupils were filled with blood, and he looked up to the sky and roared: "You evil beast! Get out of here!"

……

Fang Xuanling rushed to court in a hurry, but the time had passed. Although the emperor today is quite tolerant of old ministers like him and would not scold him easily, Fang Xuanling, who has worked hard for several years, has a strong sense of responsibility and will never let things go by relying on the emperor's favor.

There are several charcoal pots placed in the four corners of the hall. The charcoal fire is blazing and the house is as warm as spring.

Fang Jun's heart was just like the ice and snow outside, so cold...

Just a moment ago, he was presiding over a working meeting in the county to vigorously develop rural mechanized farming. Why did his head feel dizzy and his eyes black, so why did he travel to the Tang Dynasty?

If you wear it, just wear it. Even if the bright future of the youngest division-level cadre in the province is gone, it is not unacceptable. Who knows when such an unscientific time-traveling thing will happen?

It’s not bad to travel to the Tang Dynasty. Let’s have a taste of the feeling of surrender from all over the world and the pride of the country and the people.

But why the hell did the one who wanted to die become Fang Yiai?

The name is passed down through the ages, the model of turtle, the super cuckold king, the glowing Hulk!

Could it be because he has the same name as this guy?

Fang Jun's name was given by his father. The old man was a typical country boy. He never went to school and didn't know a lot of Chinese characters. He didn't realize that the name he gave his son was similar to that of a famous person in ancient times. Duplicate name.

It wasn't until Fang Jun entered junior high school that he learned that there was a man with the same name as him named Fang Jun and also named Yiai.

Speaking of that dear friend, haha, his name will be passed down through the ages...

But now, I have actually traveled back in time to this dear friend who lived more than a thousand years ago?

God, what kind of trouble is this?

It's all dad's fault. It would be great if I named myself Fang Shilong...

Fang Jun has always thought that he is a happy-go-lucky person. He can endure poverty and accept setbacks, but he can't stand turning green even to death!

The exquisite side dishes on the table couldn't attract his appetite at all, and his chest felt like it was blocked by a heavy stone. He was so heartbroken...

"Son, at least eat some. These little wontons stuffed with sunflower seeds are your favorite, and the vinegar and celery are the most appetizing..."

Mother Lu was talking nonchalantly, using chopsticks to put vegetables into Fang Jun's bowl, almost feeding them to her mouth.

Although he was extremely depressed, Fang Jun still felt warm in his heart.

Her meticulous care and deep maternal love reminded him of his own mother in another world.

The son who had always been regarded as a proud and promising son died suddenly, and the white-haired man gave away the black-haired man. How heartbroken must the mother be?

Fang Jun suppressed his worry and grief, picked up a wonton and stuffed it into his mouth, but he couldn't taste it.

"You said it's the same for you kid. With so many people present, how could you say something like that? If word gets out, His Majesty won't get angry? Besides, that girl Gao Yang looks pretty good to me. She has a good figure and is pretty. , is also a golden tree, and is even more favored by His Majesty, why don’t you look down on it?”

Mrs. Lu was a little dissatisfied and complained.

At the mention of this matter, Fang Jun's chest tightened: "Mom, dad listens to you the most. Please ask him to tell the emperor, can we not get married in this marriage?"

Princess Gaoyang!

That is a legendary woman through the ages, a great pioneer in the pursuit of free love, a typical representative of marriage | extramarital affairs...

Why did you just let me do it?

Mrs. Lu hit her son angrily: "How can this kid talk? What do you mean your father is the most obedient to me..."

After thinking about it, it seemed that what his son said was right, so he continued: "I'm afraid you really can't control this matter. Your Majesty is getting angry at the "Chronicles of the Clan". It is said that Duke Shen Guo was in charge of compiling it. The Cui surname is listed as the first clan, and there are also rumors that there are five surnames and seven clans. In order to maintain the purity of the bloodline, we do not marry into the royal family... His Majesty is very dissatisfied. If you make such a fuss again at this time, what do you want your Majesty to think? Okay, the five surnames and seven sects look down on our Li family, your Fang family. Don’t like it either? Think about it, can it be done? ”

Mrs. Lu tried her best to persuade her son, but her expression looked like a proud rooster, full of energy.

Uh...

I forgot, the Lu family is the authentic daughter of the Fan Yang Lu family, and they really look down on the Li family with Hu people's blood...

But does this have something to do with me?

He also knew that it would be difficult for the emperor to take back his life, but the problem was that if he really married Princess Gaoyang according to his original destiny, he would definitely take advantage of the dark and windy night to avoid the hat turning green. Killed...

But then again, if you kill the emperor's daughter, the ending doesn't seem to be much better...

After thinking about it, Fang Jun discovered that there were dead ends in front, back, left, and right, and no matter how he moved, it was a dead end.

There was no solution... He was so depressed that his eyesight went dark, and he screamed silently in his heart: God, can you let me die again?

(End of chapter)