Chapter 1: A Dream for a Thousand Years

My head hurts, what the hell is going on, Zhang Qiang tried hard to open his eyes, but found that he couldn't do what was originally very simple. Zhang Qiang didn't know what was going on, why didn't he listen to the call of his whole body, was he crushed by a ghost?

In the haze, Zhang Qiang heard a voice: "Jun'er, wake up quickly, don't be scared of your mother!" ”

"Madam, the old man really can't help it, the second young master fell on the head when he fell from the roof, I'm afraid he will be in a coma for a while" A man in ancient costume touched his white beard and smiled bitterly, with a little fear on his face.

The woman called Madame wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and smiled reluctantly: "Doctor, is my son's life in danger?" ”

"Madam, rest assured, the second young master is just in a coma, and his life is not in danger, and he will wake up in an hour. But there is one thing I have to say to Madame, because the second young master injured his head, it is likely that there will be some sequelae," the old man thought for a while, pointed to his head and whispered.

"Doctor, it's good if you have something to say, the old body can still stand it, don't worry, I won't blame you, as long as Jun'er's life is not in danger" The middle-aged woman wiped her tears and motioned for Lao Langzhong to continue.

Lao Langzhong bowed to his wife, shook his white beard for a long time before saying, "Thank you, Madame, for your understanding, then the old man will say it directly, the second young master may lose his memory." ”

Listening to Lao Langzhong's words, the middle-aged woman shook her body in shock, and the maid next to her hurriedly came over to help her. The middle-aged woman looked at her little son lying on the bed, and felt bitter in her heart, why did God treat him so cruelly, he was only fourteen years old, but he had to endure such torture.

After the old man left, the middle-aged woman kept sitting by her son's bed, holding her son's hand, looking at the immature face, the middle-aged woman's heart was like a knife. Flesh and blood are connected, the injury is in the child's body, and the pain is in the mother's heart. Farewell to the mother, farewell to the mother, cry and leave without light!

Zhang Qiang felt that someone was grabbing his hand, and he had been trying to open his eyes, but his head hurt badly, and Zhang Qiang felt that he was in a dark space, with nothing, no light, and no sound. Zhang Qiang was very afraid, afraid of this darkness, afraid of this tranquility. I don't know when Zhang Qiang can finally make a sound, and he doesn't know how to do it, he only heard his own low moan: "It hurts!" ”

"Jun'er, are you awake, where does it hurt, tell your mother, and your mother will let the doctor help you take a look" It was an excited voice, with a kind of crying and trembling.

Zhang Qiang was glad that he could control himself, and tried to open his eyes, but after seeing the situation around him, he froze, what the hell is going on. Isn't he lying in front of the computer writing a program, how did he come here, I have never seen such a place in my memory. The furnishings in the house are obviously not modern, and every thing in the house will definitely sell for a lot of money if it is sold, which is all antiques. Whose home is this, so rich, actually uses antiques as decorations, and the most hateful thing is that the owner of this house actually uses antiques as urine jars, which is simply a tyrannical thing. Zhang Qiang looked at the things in the room in a daze, there must be no movement, just like stupid.

"Jun'er, what's wrong with you, don't be scared of your mother, isn't there anything uncomfortable?" When Zhang Haiqiang heard this voice, he wondered for a while, who is Jun'er? After Zhang Haiqiang turned his head to look at the person who spoke, he couldn't move away anymore, what the hell is going on, when he came to an antique house, and saw a few people in ancient costumes, was he making a movie? Zhang Qiang smiled bitterly in his heart, this is obviously not making a movie, because there is not even a camera, making a fart movie. Zhang Haiqiang carefully observed the middle-aged woman in front of him, her hair was coiled into an elegant hair, some yellowish skin, and she seemed to be very energetic, and she was about forty years old. The clothes he was wearing obviously did not belong to the Qing Dynasty or the Ming Dynasty, Zhang Qiang observed it carefully, the yellow light yarn, the big sleeves, the chest-length shawl, plus the long skirt of the same color, this outfit should be from the Tang Dynasty, did he cross it himself?

"This lady, are you calling me?" Zhang Qiang's expression was very sincere, but he was also a little silly.

"Jun'er, what's wrong with you, don't be scared of your mother, I'm your mother" The middle-aged woman cried with tears in her eyes, what kind of sin is this, the son doesn't know his mother.

Listening to the middle-aged woman's words, Zhang Qiang was stunned, could it be that he really crossed over as he thought in his heart. Zhang Qiang stretched out his two hands and looked at them carefully, oh my God, isn't this a dream, these hands are obviously not his own, Zhang Qiang shouted loudly: "Go and get me a mirror, hurry up and get a mirror!" ”

A few maids didn't know what a mirror was, or the middle-aged woman understood what her son was talking about, and said anxiously: "What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and bring a bronze mirror to the second young master." A few maids were busy, and soon a little maid walked in with a bronze mirror, Zhang Qiang anxiously snatched the bronze mirror, looking at the unfamiliar face in the mirror, Zhang Qiang finally gave up, and his soul really crossed. But what about their parents, they have raised themselves all their lives, but in the end their son is gone, how sad they will be, thinking about Zhang Qiang's tears flowed out, the tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop, the son wants to raise but does not wait, the biggest pain in life is nothing more than this. But fortunately, I also have an older brother and a younger sister, Zhang Qiang prayed silently, brother, sister, you must take care of my parents on my behalf.

"Jun'er, don't you cry, it's okay if you have amnesia, as long as you're okay. Don't cry, you're crying for your mother's heart" The middle-aged woman looked at her son's bean-sized tears, her heart hurt terribly, how many years have I not seen my son cry like this, my son has always been happy, just like a pistachio, every time I see my son's smile, I will feel relaxed and satisfied. But now his son has amnesia, and he can't even remember his mother, and the middle-aged woman's tears have never stopped. Holding her son's body, she hopes to give her son some strength and let him get through this difficult time, she doesn't want her son to live in sadness all the time. At this moment, the middle-aged woman is a little thoughtful, although her son was a little muddy before, but it is better than this!

Lying in the arms of a middle-aged woman, Zhang Haiqiang felt a kind of warmth, just like lying in his mother's arms before, cordial and warm. It is said that only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a treasure, Zhang Qiang feels that it is the baby bump now, no matter what he becomes, this middle-aged woman will always spoil him. Zhang Qiang felt that since something had happened, why should he be persistent, he was no longer filial, should he be sorry for his mother in this world?

"Mother, don't cry, it's Jun'er who is not good, it scares you. Can Mother tell me what year it is? And I don't even know who I am, can I please tell my mother? Zhang Qiang wiped his tears and raised his head from his mother's arms.

The middle-aged woman smiled when she saw this situation, no matter whether her son had amnesia or not, he was still strong, although he didn't remember who he was, but he still recognized himself as a mother. The middle-aged woman is already very satisfied, as long as her son recognizes this family, and the rest can be learned slowly. The middle-aged woman hugged Zhang Qiang and slowly narrated.

After the middle-aged woman's narration, Zhang Qiang understood everything, but he didn't expect that it was actually ten years of Zhenguan, that is to say, he had traveled to the era of Li Shimin in the Tang Dynasty, and his identity was not simple, his father was actually Xuanling of Liang Guogongfang. Who is Fang Xuanling, that is the most famous prime minister in the Tang Dynasty, I am afraid that only Du Ruhui can compare with Fang Xuanling. 's mother is also not simple, she is the eldest daughter of the Lu family of the eight great families, and she is the bereaved love of Fang Xuanling's second son Fang Junfang, and there is also an elder brother Fang Yizhi, the eldest sister Fang Fengzhu, and the second sister Fang Shiyue. Thinking about it, my family is really not simple, my father didn't say that he was the prime minister of the dynasty, and the two brothers-in-law were not simple, one was Li Yuanjia, the king of Han, and the other was Zheng Renkai, the assassin of Laizhou. This is really a wealthy family, with such a background, isn't he a second ancestor, think about the historical Fang Yiai, isn't it a second ancestor, and he is a complete brainless second ancestor, I'm afraid I don't know how to die in the end, what makes people even more speechless is that this second ancestor was also worn several green hats by his wife. Zhang Qiang scolded Fang Yiai in his heart, but after a while, he reacted, he was Fang Yiai, didn't scolding him just scolding himself. Zhang Qiang thought about it, the love of this room is not the love of the other room, can he still let Princess Gaoyang play tricks.

Lu Shi was also very happy to see that his son had adjusted his mood so quickly. But thinking about his son's amnesia, the joy was gone, he wiped his tears and sighed: "Jun'er, don't take it to heart, you have no memory, just get it back slowly, even if you can't remember it for the rest of your life, it doesn't matter, as long as you remember that you are the second young master of the Fang family." In the future, tell your mother what you want, and your mother will give you everything, and don't run to the roof to scare people in the future. If your father finds out about this, he will probably beat you up again. ”

Listening to Lu's words, Fang Yiai suddenly thought of it, a prime minister with a big stick in his hand chasing his unsuccessful son, that scene was really funny enough.

Seeing the frightened look on his son's face, Lu Shi angrily twisted Fang Yiai's face and scolded with a smile: "You stinky boy, you have lost your memory, you still remember your father's black face, your mother is so good to you, you don't remember." ”

"Mother, I haven't forgotten you, you have to help me this time, if my father really beats me, then I won't be hurt even more" Fang Yiai's expression was very pitiful, but he smiled in his heart, it seems that there is a loving mother in the family.

"Hmph, if that old thing really dares to beat you, I'll let him sleep on the street, remember that you have pretended to be sick for the past two days, don't get up in bed, I see if the old thing dares to beat you, he is still against the sky" Lu touched his son's head lovingly, and his tone of voice was very domineering. Fang Yiai touched his head, this is really a loving mother and a defeat, it is estimated that the surname of the bastard of Fang Yiai in later generations is also used to by the Lu family. But this is also something that can't be helped, that mother doesn't love her son, if she doesn't study well, then she can only blame herself, and she can't blame Lu. However, looking at the posture of the Lu family, the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty estimated that the son was not having a good time, and he was speechless when he had a fierce wife!

A new Fang Yiai quietly thinks about what will happen to the sky of the Tang Dynasty, and the prosperity of Zhenguan will last forever!;