"Battle, a bastard without father or mother! You must have stolen Wang Qian's Lego! Hurry up and admit your guilt!" A group of little bullies blocked the seven-year-old Zhang Qian behind the teaching building and waved the willow branches to suck it. He waved his schoolbag and resisted desperately, but his thighs were still hit one after another, and each stroke was heartbreaking.

Suddenly, someone tripped his feet, and he fell to the sky, and the overlords cheered and rushed forward. At this moment, a heavenly voice sounded in the air, "What are you doing? What are you doing? Believe it or not, I'll go find your parents?"

The little overlords scattered. The next moment, Aunt Liu, the director of the orphanage, walked to Zhang Qian, gently helped him up, and patted the soil on his body, "Okay, stop crying. A man is a real man, bleeding, sweating, and not crying!"

"Auntie, I'm not a bastard!"

"no!"

"Where are my parents? Why do they don't want me?"

"No one will be willing to throw away their children. They probably lost you by accident. Now they are in a hurry to find you all over the world? Study hard, get into a good university, be a graduate student, and be a doctorate. One day they will see you on TV, so they will find you by themselves!" Dean Aunt Liu's words always make sense, so warm, as warm as cough syrup, which made him quickly put away his tears.

A gust of wind blew, and the dean suddenly disappeared.

Mr. Zhang in the communication room suddenly rushed to Zhang Qian, who was seventeen years old, and stuffed an old Austrian mobile phone into his hand. "Your aunt is in the hospital, she wants to see you. Why are you so heartless? See how sick she is?!"

"Aunt?" Hesitantly looked at the phone, and the dean's haggard face appeared on the screen. There was snow-white around it, just like the thick fog in the morning of early autumn.

He threw his phone back to Mr. Zhang, and he ran towards a bicycle, jumped on it, and was running at lightning.

The hospital was getting closer and closer, and a wolf suddenly rushed over from the side and opened his bloody mouth towards his thigh.

The bicycle fell to the ground.

The hospital collapsed in front of him like a domino, and was blown away by the wind like paper.

A photo was held in front of him by the wind. It was Aunt Liu who was sick, with kind eyes and short hair on her shoulders. However, there was a dazzling black frame printed around the photo.

"Aunt Liu" Zhang Qian shouted and reached out, but the photo was broken at his fingers and turned into a fallen flower in the sky.

The evil wolf rushed over and opened his bloody mouth towards him.

"Ah," Zhang Qian shouted and sat up, opening his eyes.

The evil wolf, bicycle, and the fallen heroes all disappeared. All the only things that caught my eye were the four walls illuminated by the dawn and bronze carved wooden windows.

The shimmering sunlight shines into the room through a thin layer of linen window paper, leaving a beautiful picture on the bronze wooden floor.

"Oh" sighed and patted his head. Zhang Qian turned over and got out of bed, stretching his feet towards the two wooden clogs that were not separated.

It was already the fifth day of the Tang Dynasty. The wound on his thigh that was caught by a wolf had already scabbed, but he was still awakened from a nightmare exactly the same as when he was in college.

The experience of being bullied by classmates when I was a child, and the experience of losing my only relative in middle school was like a scar on an old tree, imprinted on his heart. I can't think about it, and when I think about it, my heart feels stuffy and painful. I can't forget that every once in a while, I will walk into his dreams, uncover the wounds again and again, and make his heart bloody.

"If it weren't for traveling to the Tang Dynasty, it would be great if it was six years ago!" After working hard to move his muscles and bones, Zhang Qian thought wishfully.

In that case, he would be able to accompany Aunt Liu for a few more days, and even have a chance to urge Aunt Liu to have surgery in advance, instead of waiting for him and several other orphans to finish the college entrance examination. As a result, before they could enter the examination room, Aunt Liu, the kindest and most beautiful woman in the world, died!

There was something hot and spicy that surged into the corners of his eyes uncontrollably. He tried to sniff, and he pulled tears back into his stomach and began to tidy up his clothes.

Aunt Liu taught him that men sweat and bleeding but not cry. She taught him that no matter what happens, they must live a strong life. She taught him that it is better to seek others than to seek others in everything. She taught him that no matter where he is, he should not forget the dignity of being a human being and raise his head.

Zhang Qian would not forget these because he knew that Aunt Liu had been watching him in the dark. Even though he had traveled through time and came to the Tang Dynasty more than 1,300 years ago!

"The evil forces woke up! (The master woke up)" A glutinous voice suddenly sounded from the door, interrupting his sadness and regret.

Immediately afterwards, a girl with an oyster-faced face rushed in with small steps, saluted him first, and then quickly shook a neatly ironed robe to serve him to change his clothes.

"I'm not a master!" After all, I belong to the Chinese language department, and it's much easier to learn than English. In just five days, Zhang Qian could already use Tang Yan to do some basic communication with the locals. He struggled to take a step back, and he whispered to correct it. "Don't call me a master. Also, just put the clothes on the bed, I'll wear them myself!"

"Yes, Xianshi (Immortal Master)!" The oval-faced girl changed her mouth gently, but refused to stop. She first pulled the outer robe for him, and then tied a belt inlaid with amber and glass for him.

"It's not an immortal master! It's okay to call me Mr. Zhang or Zhang Shaolang." He didn't dare to push the girl away with his hands. Zhang Qian blushed and continued to correct her, "Let me put down the rest, I'll do it myself!"

"I dare not! The maid is assigned by the young man to the evil forces. Being able to serve the evil forces is my blessing!" The girl knelt down without any grudges, and while explaining, she picked up the washed and dried cloth socks. "Please sit down, and the maid serves the evil forces with her feet!"

The young man's natural reaction when he woke up in the morning was still slow to fade, and he was facing the girl's forehead. A sense of guilt immediately surged into Zhang Qian's mind. He snatched the cloth socks with his hands. He blushed and crossed half a step, and stressed anxiously, "Let go, let go, I will do it myself. I have said it several times. I am not a master, I just borrowed a guest living in the village!"

"Salty and wet forgive the sins, salty and wet forgive the sins!" The oval-faced girl thought she had called the wrong name, which made the distinguished guest so angry. She was so scared that her face turned pale and she kowtowed repeatedly with tears.

Zhang Qian was immediately numb from crying, and he sat helplessly on the edge of the bed and handed over his cloth socks, "Forget it, you can come! Anyway, I can't bother you for a few days!"

"Thank you, Xianshi!" The goose-faced girl was as if she was granted a general amnesty. She quickly wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, held Zhang Qian's big foot in her arms, and carefully put the socks on her socks.

"I'm not a salty and wet..." Zhang Qian instinctively corrected it, and then gave up in a suffocation, "Forget it, let's just call it. If it's salty and wet, it's salty and wet! Anyway, it's not better than salty and wet!"

The fat man's mother passed away before he was weaned. His father soon married another wife named Xue. Mrs. Xue not only manages the family well, but also has a very strong body. From the next year, she gave birth to a sister and three younger brothers for him one after another.

Therefore, the little fat man Ren Qiong did not come to explain and discuss the matter about the cow pants and travel shoes, and Zhang Qian did not intend to blame him. Anyway, no matter how long it took, it took half a month for the housekeeper Ren Fu to return the clothes and shoes. By then, Zhang Qian should have completely mastered Tang Yin and took Lu Yin, whom the little fat man Ren Cong promised to help solve the problem, and just left calmly.

"Immortal Master, the water is coming, I'm here to clean your face!" Suddenly, the girl's glutinous voice came from the ears, pulling Zhang Qian's thoughts back from a distance.

"Yeah!" nodded helplessly, he stood up and quickly walked towards the basin rack.

I don’t know when half a basin of washing water was installed in the basin made of white copper. I couldn’t bear to exploit a thirteen or fourteen-year-old loli. Before the other party took action, Zhang Qian blocked the basin with his body with his body, and then washed his face cleanly.

"Immortal Master, I'm serving you to cleanse your teeth!" The maid Zijuan didn't snatch him, so she had to take a small step and take a detour across from him, handing over a willow branch covered with salt foam and a cup made of bamboo tube.

The bamboo tube had been carefully installed with clear water, and the front end of the willow branch was just bitten away by Zijuan with her teeth to prevent it from piercing Zhang Qian's "Immortal Master" gums.

Although it was not the first day to use willow branches to brush your teeth, Zhang Qian was still nauseated by the vague traces of saliva on it. As a normal person, he did not have the habit of tasting other people's saliva, even if the other party was a young girl, breathing like orchids.

Just thinking about how to quietly break the part on the willow branch that she had bitten kindly by her, without hurting Zijuan's self-esteem, but suddenly I heard a clear scolding and penetrated through the window.

"Where is the liar? Take me over to deal with him! Ren Quan and Ren Wu, my father told you to look at your brother, don't always be addicted to these ridiculous things, that's how you watch?!"

"Stop the anger of the young lady, calm down! Young lady, this time the master promises that it is true. If you don't believe it, go and ask the housekeeper. Young lady, oh!" The explanation of the sloppy doctor Ren Quan immediately rang out. Then, there were the sound of falling to the ground and screams of the human body. (Note: The young lady is the name of the Song Dynasty. The young lady is called Xiaomai in the Tang Dynasty, and it is so awkward!)

"It's the young lady!" Zijuan, who was serving Zhang Qian, was so scared that she lost her face. She covered the cherry mouth with her fingers and quickly reminded her with a mosquito-like voice: "If the young lady comes here later, don't get angry. She is a very reasonable person. She is worried that the young man will not do his job properly. Cai Cai always wants to take care of him! In short, you should be more responsible for your husband. When the young man comes after hearing the news, you will have your own way!"

"Young lady, is her name Yingying?" Zhang Qian had long since heard from the mouth of the fat man Ren Cong that he had a sister named Yingying. He was secretly muttering in his heart: It's a pity that Ren Yingying is not the other Ren Yingying, otherwise, he would have met her and took the opportunity to have a brother to Linghu Chong. Unexpectedly, Ren Yingying came to the door so soon!

"I, I dare not call the young lady the name of my wife!" Zijuan covered her mouth with her fingers and quickly retreated, her big eyes flashing, like a frightened little deer.

"Bang!" Before Zhang Qian could comfort him, the door of the outer room was kicked open with his feet. A girl in red clothes rolled in like fire! Is anyone waiting for an update? I guess I was thinking too much. I updated late, don't blame me. Please collect, promote, and any support. Qingzhou Liu is engaged in thanking me.
Chapter completed!