Chapter 1: A Dream of a Thousand Years

  Especially, when Shaochuan wrote this book, the situation of imitating Qinghe in front was particularly serious, especially the sense of crossing and entering. So if you say that Shaochuan plagiarized, don't scold him, I have a conscience, but later on, he wrote according to his own ideas!

  I'm saying this in the hope that you gentlemen can spare us a little mercy!

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  His head was throbbing with pain, what on earth was going on? Zhang Qiang tried his best to open his eyes, but found that he couldn't even do such a simple thing. Zhang Qiang had no idea what was wrong, why his whole body wouldn't listen to him, had he been possessed by a ghost or something?

  In a daze, Zhang Qiang heard a voice: "Jun Er, hurry up and wake up, don't scare your mother!"

  "Madam, I'm afraid it's beyond my control. The young master fell from the roof and hit his head, he'll probably be unconscious for a while." A traditional Chinese medicine doctor with white whiskers smiled wryly, still looking frightened.

  The woman called wife wiped away tears from the corner of her eyes and forced a smile: "Doctor, is my child in danger?"

  "Ma'am, please put your mind at ease. The second young master is just unconscious and not in any life-threatening danger. He will wake up after a while. However, there's something I must tell you, ma'am. Since the second young master was injured on the head, it's possible that he may have some aftereffects." The old servant thought for a moment before pointing to his own head and saying this in a low voice.

  "Doctor, just be straightforward, I can take it. Don't worry, I won't blame you as long as Jun'er is not in danger." The middle-aged woman wiped away her tears and nodded to her husband to continue speaking.

  The old man bowed to the lady, stroking his white beard and hesitating for a long time before saying: "Thank you, madam, for understanding. I'll speak plainly then - the young master may have lost his memory."

  After hearing Lao Lang's words, the middle-aged woman was shocked and her body swayed. The maid beside her quickly came over to support her. The middle-aged woman looked at her young son lying on the bed, feeling a wave of bitterness in her heart. Why did heaven have to be so cruel to him? He was only fourteen years old, yet he had to endure such suffering.

  After the old man left, the middle-aged woman sat by her son's bed, holding his hand and looking at that tender face. Her heart was like a knife cut. Flesh and blood are connected, hurt in the child's body, pain in the mother's heart. The child leaves the mother, the mother leaves the child, crying goodbye on a sunny day!

  Zhang Qiang felt someone holding his hand, trying hard to open his eyes, but his head was throbbing with pain. He thought he was in a dark space, where there was nothing, no light, no sound. Zhang Qiang was terrified, afraid of the darkness, afraid of the silence. At some point, Zhang Qiang finally managed to make a sound, and he didn't know how he did it, only hearing himself whisper: "It hurts so much!"

  "Jun Er, are you awake? Where does it hurt? Tell Mother, Mother will get the doctor to take a look." This was an excited voice, with a hint of crying and trembling.

  Zhang Qiang was delighted that he could control himself, and with great effort, he opened his eyes. However, after seeing the situation around him, he was stunned. What on earth was going on? Wasn't he just lying in front of the computer writing programs? How did he end up here? He had never seen such a place in his memory. The decorations in the house were clearly not modern, and every item in the room would sell for a high price if taken out to be sold - they were all antiques! Whose home was this, and how wealthy were they to use antiques as decorations? And what's more, the owner of this house actually used an antique as a chamber pot, which was simply a waste of a precious item. Zhang Qiang stared blankly at the things in the room, completely still and silent, just like a fool.

  "Jun Er, what's wrong? Don't scare me! Are you uncomfortable somewhere?" Zhang Haiqiang heard this voice and was perplexed. Who is Jun Er? Zhang Haiqiang turned his head to look at the speaker and couldn't move his gaze away. What's going on? He had come to an ancient-style house and saw several people wearing ancient clothing. Was he filming a movie or something? Zhang Haiqiang smiled wryly in his heart, but this clearly wasn't a movie set, as there weren't even any cameras around. Zhang Haiqiang carefully observed the middle-aged woman in front of him. Her hair was styled in an elegant bun, and her slightly yellowish skin made her look very spirited. She looked to be around 40 years old. The clothes she wore didn't seem to belong to the Qing or Ming dynasties. Zhang Haiqiang took a closer look - a yellow lightweight fabric, large sleeves, a scarf that reached her chest, and a long skirt of the same color. This outfit should be from the Tang dynasty... Had he traveled through time?

  "Are you calling me, miss?" Zhang Qiang's expression was very sincere, but also a bit silly.

  "Jun Er, what's wrong with you? Don't scare your mother like this! I'm your own mother!" The middle-aged woman burst into tears, her eyes red and puffy. What kind of sin is this? Her son actually doesn't recognize his own mother!

  After listening to the middle-aged woman's words, Zhang Qiang was stunned. Could it be true that he had traveled through time as he thought? Zhang Qiang stretched out his two hands and looked at them carefully. Good heavens! Wasn't this a dream? These hands were clearly not his own! Zhang Qiang shouted loudly: "Go get me a mirror, hurry up and get me a mirror!"

  Several maids didn't know what a mirror was, but the middle-aged woman understood what her son meant and anxiously said: "What are you still dawdling for? Quickly bring a copper mirror over to Second Young Master." The several maids were busy for a moment, and soon a small maid brought in a copper mirror. Zhang Qiang anxiously snatched it away and looked at the unfamiliar face in the mirror. Zhang Qiang finally gave up; he had indeed transmigrated. But what about his parents? They had raised him for a lifetime, but in the end, their son was gone. How heartbroken they would be! Thinking about this, Zhang Qiang's tears flowed out. The tree wants to be still but the wind won't stop; the child wants to care for his parents but they won't wait. This is the greatest pain in life. Fortunately, he still had an older brother and sister. Zhang Qiang silently prayed: Brother, sister, you must take good care of Mom and Dad for me.

  "Jun Er, don't cry, okay? It's fine that you've lost your memory. As long as you're alright, that's all that matters. Don't cry, it hurts Mommy's heart to see you like this." The middle-aged woman looked at her son's large tears and felt a sharp pain in her heart. She hadn't seen her son cry like this in years. He had always been happy, just like a joyful fruit, and every time she saw his smile, she would feel relaxed and satisfied.

  But now her son had lost his memory, and couldn't even remember his own mother. The middle-aged woman's tears wouldn't stop. She hugged her son tightly, hoping to give him some strength to get through this difficult time. She didn't want her son to live in sadness forever.

  At this moment, the middle-aged woman felt a bit more at peace. Although her son had been foolish before, he was still better off than this!

  Lying in the arms of a middle-aged woman, Zhang Haiqiang felt a warmth, just like when he used to lie in his mother's arms. It was intimate and warm. People say that only mothers are good, and children with mothers are precious. Zhang thought that now he was that precious treasure, no matter what shape he took, this middle-aged woman would always dote on him. Since things had already happened, why should he still be so stubborn? He had already been unfilial, did he also want to wrong the mother of the world?

  "Mother, don't cry. It's my fault for scaring you. Mother, can you tell me what year it is this year? And I've even forgotten who I am, could you please tell me?" Zhang Qiang wiped away his tears and lifted his head from his mother's arms.

  The middle-aged woman's heart was filled with joy, regardless of whether her son had lost his memory or not, he remained strong. Although he couldn't remember who he was, he still recognized this mother of his. The middle-aged woman was already very satisfied, as long as her son acknowledged this home, everything else could be learned slowly later on. The middle-aged woman hugged Zhang Qiang tightly and began to recount things slowly.

  Through the narrative of a middle-aged woman, Zhang Qiang suddenly understood everything. He didn't expect that it was now the tenth year of Zhenguan, which means he had traveled to the era of Emperor Taizong of Tang. His identity wasn't simple either - his father was Fang Xuanling, Duke of Liangguo. Who is Fang Xuanling? That's the most famous prime minister of the Tang Dynasty! Probably only Du Ruhui could compare with him. His mother wasn't ordinary either; she was the eldest daughter of the Lu family, one of the eight great families. And he himself was Fang Xuanling's second son, Fang Jun, also known as Fang Yiliu. He had an older brother, Fang Yizhi, and two sisters, Fang Pei Zhu and Fang Meiyin. Thinking about it, his whole family wasn't simple at all! His father was the current prime minister; his two brothers-in-law weren't ordinary either - one was King Han of Li Yuanjia, and the other was Zheng Renke, Governor of Lai Prefecture. This was truly a noble family with such a background; he himself was practically a second-generation aristocrat! Thinking about it, wasn't Fang Yiliu in history just a second-generation aristocrat? And what's more, a thorough and complete idiot who probably wouldn't even know how he died. What made people speechless was that this second-generation aristocrat had been cuckolded by his wife multiple times. Zhang Qiang cursed Fang Yiliu in his heart but soon realized that he himself was Fang Yiliu - wasn't cursing him the same as cursing himself? Zhang Qiang pondered, thinking that this Fang Yiliu was different from the other one; could it be that he still had a chance to make Gao Yang Princess happy?

  Lu saw her son adjust his mood so quickly, and she was also very happy. But thinking that her son had actually lost his memory, the excitement disappeared again, and she wiped away tears, sighing: "Jun'er, don't worry about it, even if you can't remember, just take your time to find it back, even if you can't remember for a lifetime, as long as you remember you're the second young master of the Fang family. From now on, whatever you want, just tell Mother, and Mother will give it to you. Don't scare people by running to the rooftop again. If your father finds out about this, he'll probably beat you up again."

  After hearing Lu's words, Fang Yi Ai suddenly recalled that the Grand Preceptor holding a big stick chasing after his own useless son was indeed a ridiculous scene.

  Seeing the fearful expression on her son's face, Lu Shi scolded with a smile, "You little brat, you've lost your memory and yet you still remember your father's dark face. Your mother is so good to you, but you don't even remember that."

  "Mother, I haven't forgotten you, you have to help me this time. If Father really beats me, won't that be adding insult to injury?" Fang Yiai's expression was pitiful, but in her heart she was laughing with joy, it seemed like having a kind mother was a good thing.

  "Hmph, if that old thing dares to hit you, I'll make him sleep on the streets. Remember, for the next two days, pretend to be ill and stay in bed. I'll watch and see if he dares to hit you, he's really asking for it." Lu Shi said with a loving touch on her son's head, but her tone was overbearing.

  Fang Yi Ai rubbed his forehead, this is indeed the case of "a mother's love can spoil a child". It's likely that Fang Yi Ai's own mischievous personality was also spoiled by Lu Shi. However, there's no other way around it, what can you do if a mother doesn't love her own son? If he doesn't learn from his mistakes, he can only blame himself, not Lu Shi.

  But looking at Lu Shi's attitude, the Prime Minister of the Tang Dynasty probably won't have an easy life either. Having a shrewish wife is really speechless!

  A new house is quietly thinking, what will happen to this great Tang Dynasty sky, the prosperous age of Zhenguan will last forever!