Tang Dynasty, Chang'an City.

The cold wind from the northern desert dispels the scorching summer and brings a hint of coolness to this prosperous city.

On the street, from ninety-nine to the end of the day, everyone was talking about the news of the defeat of the Turks.

The arrogant Turks were defeated by the powerful Iron Cavalry of the Tang Dynasty. From then on, the northern border was no longer bothered. Their father, brother, and husband who had been fighting for many years were going home.

In this autumn of the fourth year of Zhenguan, countless people were filled with happy smiles on their faces, sighing at the increasing strength of the country, and no one noticed the figure of Yu Yu walking alone on the street.

Du He, the second son of Duke Lai's mansion, was once arrogant and praised by countless people.

But with the sudden death of Lao Du half a year ago, everything changed. The second young master Du, who fell into dust, could not bear the blow. He seemed to have become a different person, sad about spring and autumn, and was depressed.

Behind Du He, the eleven-year-old little book boy, Du An, looked at the back of the front with worry. As Changsui, he had clearly seen the changes in Du He over the past six months, but he didn't know how to persuade him.

Under the sunset, the master and servant walked like this, with the shadow being dragged by the elder elder.

Suddenly, a burst of rapid horse hooves came from behind, and a series of screams. The master and servant had no time to react. A carriage led by two pure black horses stopped them in a very unreasonable way.

Then a mean face popped out from the car window, and his lustful eyes emitted the light of the pussy: "I thought someone could not get eye sperm when walking, which shocked my king's carriage. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be Mr. Du from the famous town of Chang'an."

Du He's face turned very ugly. He knew that the person in the car turned into ashes. He was the younger brother of His Majesty Emperor Li Shimin, and the King of Han Li Yuanchang, who was deeply favored by the Supreme Emperor Li Yuan.

This guy has always had old grudges with him, so provoking is common, especially after the old man traveled to the West, this person became even worse. As long as he met, he would have to be humiliated.

Today... I'm afraid I can't be good.

Just as he was thinking, two more carriages were stopped one after another. Two young men in gorgeous clothes and with a flower in their temples walked off the carriage with the help of servants, blocking his retreat with disdain on his face.

Du He glanced at the two of them, and he was an old acquaintance, Li Yuanchang's follower, Wu brothers, and Wu Yuanqing and Wu Yuanshuang, the two sons of Wu Shishi, the Minister of Works.

After a while, Li Yuanchang in front had already got off the carriage, and shook it one step at a time, and came to Du He with unrecognizable steps: "I said Du He, I can't see that you are doing so miserable now. After your father died, he can't even make a carriage. Tsk, it's really a phoenix with hair falling off is not as good as a chicken! Hey, no, you Du Lao Er can't think of a phoenix. At most, it's a toad, a toad that wants to eat swan meat."

"Haha..." Without waiting for Du He to express anything, unscrupulous laughter came from the mouths of the Wu brothers, like a night owl, indescribable harshness.

The second son of Du Ruhui, the famous minister of Zhenguan, was one of the best playboys in Chang'an City half a year ago. Even if he didn't have the chance to inherit the title, he was still an existence that most people could not afford. As the follower of the Wu brother Li Yuanchang, he was not qualified to carry his shoes.

But now... Du Ruhui has been dead for almost half a year, and the Du family's momentum has plummeted. The second young master Du, who was once arrogant, has become the target of bullying at will. If you don't use it, you are simply sorry for the envy, jealousy and hatred that was originally in your heart.

So, the older Wu Yuanqing smiled for a while, pretended to be very cool, and instructed him with a domineering intention, "Du Laoer, what's the point of giving you an idea? As long as you kneel down and kowtow three times to His Highness the King of Han, and then call him three times to his dear grandpa, I will advise Your Highness to lend you the carriage to you and sit for a while."

"Haha..." A more unscrupulous laughter came from Li Yuanchang: "No need to be so troublesome. As long as he kneels down and crawls through my legs, my carriage can be lent to him for a day."

Such insults made Du He unbearable: "Li Yuanchang, what do you want to do? This is at the foot of the emperor. Please pay attention to your royal family's identity."

"Identity, please give me the identity?!" Li Yuanchang's expression changed, and he looked a little ferocious. The pockmarks on the plate were shining: "When you were so dead, why didn't he think about his identity? He caused me to be scolded by the emperor in public and lost all his face. He was also confined to three months, which made me lose all his face."

Li Yuanchang became more and more angry as he spoke. He spitted Du He and his face were full of his head and face, and he refused to give up: "Du Lao Er, tell you the truth, without your dead ghost father, you don't even count in my eyes. It's a virtue to mention your identity with me, and you don't urinate and look at yourself. Are you worthy! Spit, something like shit!"

Du He was blushing with such humiliating words, and his eyes were eager to spit out fire. The brothers of the Wu family were still echoing: "Haha..., Your Highness the King of Han said it well. Hey, Du Lao Er, if you had been crossing your tail, you would have gotten out of Chang'an City, something like shit would have trashed you and your feet would have been dirty!"

Anger, unwillingness, humiliation, hatred... Du He felt mixed feelings.

When my father was alive half a year ago, how glorious he was. Not to mention Wu Yuanqing and Wu Yuanshuang, even Li Yuanchang was never taken seriously by him.

But now, the old man is gone, and Optimus Prime at home has collapsed. The guys who once surrounded him have already changed their new owners. Even the Wu brothers can come up and step on him, but they have no way to resist and can only endure humiliation.

The more Du He thought about it, the more angry he became. It seemed that something exploded in his heart. He couldn't help but let out a hysterical roar: "Li Yuanchang, I'll fight with you guys!"

The sound fell, Du He was crazy and threw his fist directly at Li Yuanchang in front.

The Wu brothers did not expect Du He to take action suddenly and were shocked: "Be careful..."

Li Yuanchang was also startled and quickly retreated.

According to past experience, Du He was most likely to cry loudly when facing such humiliation, complaining that the sky had no eyes, and complaining that the old man had gone too early. Simply put, it was a cowardly man.

So no one was prepared for his sudden attack. When the guards around him realized it, it was too late to come forward to help.

But just as Du He was about to hit Li Yuanchang's face with no reservation, a dramatic scene happened. He suddenly slipped under his feet for no reason, as if he tripped up something. Then he staggered two steps and fell to the ground with a "bang".

Everyone was stunned and stunned. Li Yuanchang even forgot what he said.

In the end, the little book boy Du An found out that Du He fell and hurriedly ran up. While shouting "Young Master", he tried hard to pull Du He up.

However, Du He seemed to have died. No matter how Du An pushed him, he still kept falling motionless.

This situation made Li Yuanchang murmured in his heart, could this guy have knocked himself to death?

After all, he is Du Ruhui's son. It's nothing he can bully him. Anyway, everyone knows that he has conflicts with him, but if this guy dies and he is on the scene, the emperor is afraid that he will not let him go.

As my mind turned around, Li Yuanchang was already calculating. He pointed at Du He who was motionless on the ground and shouted, "I've been hitting the car, I've been hitting the car. You all saw it. I didn't touch him. He fell down by himself."

The people watching either shook their heads or sighed.

It has been a day or two for the playboys in Chang'an to bully the weak. The people have long been accustomed to it. They are smarter and look for opportunities to turn around and leave. Only those stupid old men who still have their necks stretched out to see if Du He is dead.

Li Yuanchang felt a little worried and called the Wu brothers again: "You just saw it. I didn't touch a single finger, but he fell down by himself."

Even if the Wu brothers were stupid, they would not disobey Li Yuanchang at this time. They patted their chests and said, "That's right, what we brothers saw with their own eyes is that Du He is arrogant and unreasonable guy. His Highness tolerate him several times but he regarded him as weak and bullied. He also wanted to hit someone, but he didn't want to fall down by himself, and it had nothing to do with His Highness."

"Yeah." Li Yuanchang nodded with satisfaction, looked at Du He who was lying on the ground again, and decided not to touch him no matter whether this guy was pretending to be dead or not.

Anyway, the future is long, so there is a chance to deal with him in the future. Thinking of it, he said to the Wu brothers: "Dawu, Xiaowu, let's go, we won't be as knowledgeable as this trash, it will ruin my reputation."

"Your Highness is saying..." Amid the flattery of the Wu brothers, Li Yuanchang got on the carriage. He felt very confused when he saw Du He on the ground through the car window. He spat hard and ordered people to squeeze out the onlookers and leave.

Xiao Shutong, who was thinking about Du He's safety, was very scared and had no intention of caring about whether the culprit left. Well..., he couldn't even control it.

A man used his strength to turn Du He over while crying: "Young master, you..."

Then... the world suddenly became quiet.

Du He, who was lying on the ground, stared at the confused eyes and the little Shutong's Wuliuliu's eyes, and asked the soul full of his mind.

who I am?

Where am I?

What am I doing?

Uh... By the way, my name is Du Yihe. Friends who are familiar with me usually ignore the word in the middle, call me Du He. They are a loser in history online writer, one of the minions under Hu Yaya’s excellent ‘emoticon pack’.

Because I was anxious to urinate because I was drinking too much, I stood under the telephone pole and indulged it for a while, and then...

Then, who can tell me where this is?!

Where did the familiar buildings go? Where did the leaking telephone pole go?

Why are these people wearing ancient costumes?

I can't just urinate the Renaissance, right?

But even in the Renaissance, you will be beautiful when wearing Hanfu. It doesn’t cost much to change into a long young man’s gown. What’s the matter with a servant’s clothes with a green hood? Cos Tang Bohu?

After looking at him with the little hat that was wearing green clothes and holding up, I found that the boy was so cute and cute, so I simply said directly: "Hey, kid, thank you. That, what is this place? What's your name? Where are you going to school? I'll write a thank you letter to your teacher afterwards."

Duan's eyes widened in an instant, and his head was full of question marks: "Young Master, I am Duan, you don't know me anymore?"

This is the first time Du Yihe has seen someone who can stare at such a big eye. If it is usually done, she will definitely have a good chat with this little kid.

But now, I don't care about these things anymore.

As the little brat fouls his identity, a large number of memories that did not belong to him suddenly poured into his brain.

Li Shimin, Li Yuan, the fourth year of the Tang Dynasty, Zhenguan, Du Ruhui...Li Yuanchang, the warrior.

Du Yihe felt in a daze that she understood something, but she was a little confused. In a hurry, she grabbed Du An's wrist and said in fear: "Child, what year is this year? Is my father Du Ruhui? Is my name Du He? Is this Chang'an City?"

Du An was startled, looked at Du He with the look of looking at the monster, and stuttered: "Young Master, are you okay?"

"Which eye does you tell me that I'm fine? Stop talking nonsense, say it quickly!" In desperation, Du Yihe's eyes were so bitter that they were shattered.

Du An felt that his wrist was about to be crushed, and he swallowed with difficulty: "Now, this year is the fourth year of Zhenguan, and the master's name is indeed the upper and lower ones..."

It's over, it's over...

Du Yihe suddenly leaned against the wall, and every pore on her body was emitting a confused aura.

I actually traveled through it and traveled through time...

Damn, I'm calling someone whom, I'm just under the telephone pole... So what, is it necessary to play so big and travel to Du He's unlucky child.

Is it because I am a promising young man in the 21st century, with a wide range of hobbies, hard-working, helpful, broad-minded, not beautiful... and so on?

But shouldn't this be a good guy template?

The little bookkeeper Du An didn't know that the second boss had actually died a long time ago, and the one in front of him was a completely stranger.

Seeing that he was incoherent, he just thought he was stimulated. While stepping forward to help him remove the dust on his body, he advised: "Young Master, the villain knows that you are in pain, but the King of Han is not something we can offend now. Otherwise... if you bear it, the eldest son said that sooner or later, one day, he will get back with capital and profit."

Du Yihe, no, now it should be said that Du He curled his lips.

Although he still didn't come back to his senses from the confusion of time travel, this does not mean that he is easy to bully. In his memory, Li Yuanchang's arrogant and arrogant look made him feel uncomfortable.

Everyone is a playboy, who is worse than who is.

Besides, I am still a time traveler. I was really bullied by an ancient man. Wouldn't it make my colleagues laugh?

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became. The more I took a step back, the more I felt that the little bookkeeper had a problem with his thoughts, so he reached out and patted his smooth forehead and taught him: "What are you talking nonsense? The one you are talking about is a gentleman. We villains take revenge from morning to night. When we leave, go home first and look for a chance to deal with him."
Chapter completed!