After Wang Chenyang woke up again, he found that he was already in a room, lying on the bed. It seemed that it was dark and there was an oil lamp lit.

Turning his head slightly, Wang Chenyang saw two people in ancient costumes standing by the bed, one looked very similar to the young man he saw when he woke up, and the other was a middle-aged man with a majestic face. They seemed to have just shed tears and their eyes were red.

The middle-aged man with a black beard saw Wang Chenyang open his eyes and still looking at them. He immediately sat down at the edge of the couch, leaned down, showed a kind smile, and said softly: "Second Young Master, you are awake!"

Looking at the middle-aged man with a caring look on his face, and then looking at the young man standing behind the middle-aged man, Wang Chenyang suddenly didn't know what was going on, but after sleeping, he found that he could easily understand what the other party said.

Wang Chenyang, full of doubt, felt warmth and love from the middle-aged man's eyes. The man's face looked a little familiar. He couldn't help but grin, smiled at the middle-aged man, opened his mouth a few more times, and finally asked, "Who are you? Where am I?" After saying this, Wang Chenyang was surprised. Why was his accent completely different from what the middle-aged man in front of him? It was a bit similar to what the middle-aged man said in front of him?

After hearing Wang Chenyang's words, the middle-aged man's face was exposed with unconcealed surprise, and even his voice trembled: "Second Young Master, can you really speak? Have you really recovered?"

After hearing the middle-aged man's inexplicable question, Wang Chenyang glared at the middle-aged man in front of him with a little confusion, and then looked at the young man standing aside, who was also full of surprise, as if he suddenly woke up and closed his eyes in pain.

Wang Chenyang remembered what the young man in front of him once said to him. His name was Wang Yi, and now it is the first year of Zhenguan...

What happened? Wang Chenyang opened his eyes again, swept between the two men in front of him, frowned, then tapped his forehead with his hands, and asked in despair: "Can you tell me what's going on? Why is this happening?"

"Second Young Master, have you remembered something? Can you tell me?" The middle-aged man sat near Wang Chenyang and asked softly.

"I can't remember anything, I don't know anything. Tell me, what's going on!" Wang Chenyang shouted loudly, a little hysterical. He had already guessed something, but he was unwilling to believe it.

Faced with Wang Chenyang's emotional excitement, the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, but he became even happier. Tears flowed out in his eyes, and he said with a sob: "Thank God, the second young master has finally recovered. We finally waited for this day, and the five years of hard work have not been in vain..."

"Second Young Master, don't worry, let's talk slowly, we will tell you everything!" The young man with the same excited expression walked over, helped Wang Chenyang up, took two cushions, and asked Wang Chenyang to sit up diagonally on the cushion.

The middle-aged man sat upright, maintaining his respect for Wang Chenyang, and said slowly: "Second Young Master, don't be anxious. I'll listen to me slowly, that's right, Wang Fu is him today," the middle-aged man pointed to the young man next to him, "Take a few people, accompany the second master, you go to the Qiantang River not far from the manor to watch the tide. Today is August 18th, and the tide is particularly big. Second master, you look very happy to see it. When the people around the side are not careful, you run to the river. Unfortunately, a sudden surge of turbulent tide was swept into the river. Wang Fu and a few people hurriedly jumped into the water to rescue him. After some salvage, they finally rescued you ashore. Second master, you must have been frightened, so it turned out like this. And... Second master, your head is injured and bleeding. I have already ordered someone to bandage you, it's no longer a problem!"

Wang Chenyang reached out to touch his head. Sure enough, something like a cloth strip was wrapped around his head. After touching it, his attention also shifted. He felt a pain on his head. It was a pain caused by trauma. Because of the stimulation of the pain, Wang Chenyang really wanted to fold the tied cloth strip down to see how the wound was and how to deal with the wound. He, a doctor who has been a doctor for several years, is very experienced.

But the most important thing at this time is to clarify the situation in front of you. Wang Chenyang didn't care about the wound on his head. After hearing the middle-aged man's words, he asked in confusion: "Who are you? Who is he? Who am I? Why do you call me the 'second young master'? Where am I now? What era is it?"

Faced with a series of inquiries with a irritable tone, the middle-aged man was not at all unhappy, but still smiled and said with a smile: "Second Young Master, I call Wang Zuo, just call me Uncle Zuo," he pointed to the young man next to him, "He is my son Wang Fu. The farm we live in is called "Chuyunzhuang". It belongs to the jurisdiction of Qiantang County, Hangzhou. You are our owner. Because you have an older brother, we all call you "Second Young Master". We are the father and son who are in charge of you. Everything is subject to your instructions. You can tell us to do anything. And... Now it is the first year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty. Today is August 18th. I said this. Do you understand?"

"I understand... I understand..." After hearing this, Wang Chenyang closed his eyes painfully. He finally understood, or finally made himself believe that he traveled through time, or had his soul possessed. Because two people from different eras encountered similar changes, he was in the "modern" of more than a thousand years later. In the first year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty, both of them fell into the Qiantang River. Both of them were hit on their heads and fell into a coma. For some reason, his soul in later generations spanned thousands of years to the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty and possessed him. It is said that this is called "soul piercing" in the novel... Wang Chenyang sighed in his heart. Such a bizarre thing, such plots that only happen in novels, movies, and TV actually happened to him. It's so magical...

Seeing Wang Chenyang closing his eyes and looking tired, Wang Zuo stood up after communicating with Wang Fu, and bowed to Wang Chenyang and said, "Second Young Master, you have just recovered and have fallen into the river today. I am also injured on my head. We will not disturb you if you want to rest earlier. You should take a break first. I will immediately ask someone to send you some supper. You can go to bed earlier after you have supper!"

Wang Chenyang did not reply, just closed his eyes and nodded.

He heard the two men walk out of the house and bring them to the door, and then he heard them give orders to the people outside for a long time before leaving...

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Chapter completed!