This early spring of the first year of the Tang Dynasty Kaicheng was particularly cold.

The Lantern Festival just passed, and another three-day blizzard came, and the temperature was even lower after the snow.

Entering the city from Zhengyangmen and walking along the main road to the end, is a quaint bluestone bridge with vicissitudes and ages.

The moat water under the bridge is constantly flowing all year round, clear and clear, and it passes around the city. After crossing the bridge east, it is Zhuyi Lane, the largest and only "rich area" in Qingzhou Prefecture City.

The streets and alleys run across the north and south, and the residences of various powerful people in Ziqing vassal states are basically distributed along the streets.

This is naturally different from Chang'an.

In Chang'an, only the residences of princes, nobles or senior officials or above third ranks can be opened to the streets with special approval from the court. Ordinary officials and nobles are not allowed. However, in Dongyi, thousands of miles away from Chang'an, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, regulations and rituals are not so important.

...

In terms of feeling, Tang Ku seemed to have a dream, a very long dream. The dream was very real, but I was suddenly awakened.

He stretched out his heavy eyelids with difficulty. A delicate little girl with peach eyes and apricot cheeks was leaning down, tentatively stretching out her slender hand and pulling his arm, poking him on the waist, frowned slightly, and said to herself gently: "Isn't this soft-fighting person really dead, right?"

The little lady was thinking about whether she would go back to report her lady or ask a doctor to treat her. She suddenly saw that the young man in brocade clothes was already open, staring at her small breast that had not yet developed, and was stunned. She couldn't help but blush and was embarrassed and angry. She suddenly stood up and retreated in a hurry, almost falling down.

She calmed down and suddenly realized that there was something to be afraid of this young man who was eating softly.

So he stood there with his hands on his hips, raised his head and stared at him, his green eyes pretending to be fierce.

The two of them stared at each other, and neither of them said anything.

After a while, the little girl was still too young to eat, so she turned around and ran away with a blushing face.

...

Tang suddenly put on his clothes and got off the bed, looking around, his eyes were complicated.

Carved beams and painted roofs above the head, and the interior decorations are antique.

He stood in front of the bronze mirror hanging on the east gable and looked at himself. The young man in the mirror had a slender figure, ape's arms and bee waist, and beautiful eyebrows, but his face was slightly pale.

At this age, I can't my body be hollowed out by wine and sex, right?

He smiled bitterly and reached out to touch his cheeks, with a gentle and gentle face without any edges.

I think that the mayor, who was a historical scholar, suddenly woke up when he was full of confidence and became a coward who made a living by making a living by making a soft living... The young man in the Tang Dynasty really wanted to cry without tears.

Compared with the powerful people in his previous life, this young man in the Tang Dynasty, who had the same name and surname as him, had a tragic fate that was extremely tragic.

His ancestors were Tang Jian, one of the twenty-four heroes of Lingyan Pavilion. His father, Tang Ping, served as the Minister of War. Although he was a concubine's son, because Tang Ping had only two sons, he was quite favored since childhood because of the lack of descendants of Tang Ping.

But who would have thought that such a child born with a golden key was cowardly by nature, confused all day long, and did not like to study. The older he was, the more he became the more withdrawn his personality. He did not regard the playboy as a playboy, but became a cowardly known to everyone in Chang'an.

So the Tang family sent him to the outer house in Qingzhou and defected to Zhu Teng, the future Yue family, the governor of Qingzhou.

The cowardly son from Chang'an was actually just as frugal as he was in Qingzhou, and he had a lot of slaves. In addition, he was backed by the big tree Zhu governor, and he was so cool to enjoy the coolness, so few people dared to provoke him.

If this continues, he will become the son-in-law of the Zhu family, as the link point for the political marriage between the Tang and Zhu families, and enjoy the rest of their lives.

However, there were unexpected situations in the world. In the Chang'an Ganlu Incident in November last year, Tang Ping was implicated and died. The 27-year-old young emperor Li Ang was unwilling to be controlled by eunuchs and intended to regain his lost power, but failed.

Because of this failed coup, more than a thousand innocent court officials were innocently injured, including Tang Ping, who was caught in the shooting.

It is conceivable that the good days of a young man are coming to an end.

The servants in the mansion swept away all their money and property on a dark and windy night. They were penniless and used to clothes and food, and went to the Zhu family to make a living with their faces and started to eat soft food.

Tang Chu pinched his fingers and calculated secretly that the boy had eaten his soft rice for about a month.

Although the Zhu family had never given him any good face, they still barely took him in.

But today the Zhu family suddenly turned against each other. Zhu Teng's nephew Xue Gui slandered and drove him out. The embarrassed boy was chased by Xue Gui with a few evil slaves and a big yellow dog. He was in a panic and fell down the bluestone bridge and fell into the cold moat and almost drowned.

"It's a God-like plot, a dog-like life..."

Tang Ku never thought that a superior like himself would fall to this point, and he wished he could jump the river and pass it back again.

...

At noon, Tang suddenly gritted his teeth and walked out of the bedroom.

If you are a coward, just be a coward. Anyway, time travel has become a certain fact. He doesn't want to hide in such an empty mansion and feel guilty as if he is a resentful woman, and he doesn't want to live like a dog in this late Tang Dynasty when the troubled times are approaching.

There are signs of decline in the yard, and the wild grass in spring is sprouting and growing wildly.

He bent down, raised his head again, looked up at the weeds at 136 degrees, and stared at where the sky they were looking up to was.

He only saw the endless green walls, red tiles and glazed eaves.

He climbed up the courtyard wall along the escalator, sat carefully on the top of the overgrown wall with dog tails, and looked at the West in the distance.

It seemed as if the bustling voices of people, cars, horses, camel bells and dogs barking. There, the boy once had a standard outfit that was just like many noble children: a white parrot of Siribos, a puppy of Samarkand, a wonderful book of Mogad, a dose of aphrodisiacs from Byzantium...

There are also two beautiful maids who are as beautiful as flowers.

One gently rolled up his sleeves, revealing the snow-white and white jade arms, standing behind him gently and delicately to comb his hair; while the other was obediently lying at his feet, with a fascinating and flattering light flashing in his watery eyes.

Tang Tang couldn't help but think about it abruptly, and the saliva at the corners of his mouth was bright.

"Hey... it turns out that ideals are full, and reality is skinny."

Tang sighed abruptly and his eyes fell into the small courtyard of a commoner's house in the back alley.

The smoke in this family is rising, and men and women are busy dividing their labor and making meals.

A pot of freshly steamed yellow and orange chestnut rice, three or five freshly baked cakes, and another handful of green bean seedlings planted on the vegetable fields in the yard, stewed them in a pot with some butter. A small plate of pickled vegetables was served, and they were happy.

Now Tang Zhao suddenly felt hungry and lost his leisure again. He slipped down the wall and headed straight to the kitchen, preparing to find something to fill his stomach first.

The huge kitchen was empty, and it was abrupt and unhappy, and it was getting angry.

These damn slaves escaped, not only swept away their wealth, but also took away all their food, vegetables and vegetables.

Shameless! No one has any bottom line!!

After searching for a long time, I found a little residual in the rice jar. I found a small piece of hanging dried meat on the beam, with several obvious gaps on it. I don’t know if it was stolen by night cats or mice.

But he didn't care about these things. He burned the fire and washed the pot, used this handful of rice to boil a little porridge, cut the small piece of dried meat into diced rice and threw it into the porridge, and added a little salt to continue cooking.

It would be great if there was a peeled egg, which could be made into fragrant peeled egg and lean meat porridge, but he really couldn't get other ingredients and condiments, so he could only make it.

Just like this, a small bowl of simple minced meat white rice porridge was abrupt and sweating profusely, and he was very satisfied. After the meal, he had to start thinking about how to survive.

Continue to go to Zhu's house for a soft meal?
Chapter completed!