Magic City is the most prosperous city in China, and people affectionately call it the city that never sleeps.
When the lanterns come on, the nightlife here has just begun.
People sit in the high-end bars along the river, chatting and laughing, sipping the wine in their glasses, and watching the twinkling lights of the skyscrapers on the other side, which is so comfortable.
But as a member of the landscape lighting industry, the lives of the social animals in Shanghai are not so pleasant.
"Huh..." Hu Changan sat at his workstation and stretched greatly.
As a mediocre essayist in a small town, Hu Changan worked his way up from small to large. He originally thought that after graduation, he would be able to go to a big city and become a master, but he didn't know that society would teach him how to be a good person on the spot.
With a salary that looks glamorous on the surface but is only enough for subsistence after rent is deducted, it is a miserable life to earn a living while carefully looking at the boss's face.
Finally, the ppt the boss asked for tomorrow is ready.
Hu Changan raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was two o'clock in the morning. It was an easy time to take a taxi.
Hu Changan tidied his desk casually a few times, stood up and prepared to call it a day.
Suddenly, a sharp pain from his heart interrupted Hu Changan's thoughts.
Help......
Hu Changan fell to the ground without even making a sound.
After working overtime for days, the body of this young man who was less than thirty years old finally wore out.
Hu Changan's arm twitched, trying to knock over something and call for help.
But in this silent night, who can hear the cry of an insignificant social animal?
Gradually, Hu Changan's arms stopped twitching, and his consciousness fell into a dark and sweet dream.
In the darkness, Hu Changan was in a trance.
I don't know how long it took, but Hu Changan suddenly felt someone holding his hand tightly, and a sad cry lingered in his ears.
This is......
Hu Changan struggled to open his eyes, and what he saw was a beautifully carved canopy bed, and a face that was crying with heartbroken eyes.
The woman was extremely beautiful, with her hair covered with gold, silver, pearls and emeralds. She was dressed in a gorgeous harem and was surrounded by several maids. She looked like the mistress of a wealthy family.
However, the appearance that should have been graceful and luxurious was ruined by a pair of swollen eyes like walnuts, making her look a bit sad.
Seeing that the boy lying on the bed had woken up, the beautiful woman suddenly felt ecstatic and shouted to the doctor behind her who was wearing a black scarf: "My son is awake! Sir, come and see how my son is doing!"
Following the chaos of the war, a man with a white beard was pushed to sit on the round stool in front of Hu Changan.
The doctor put his hand on Hu Changan's wrist, lowered his eyes for a while, stood up and shook his head helplessly.
"Son," the beautiful woman saw this, pushed away the maid who was supporting her, half-knelt in front of the bed and held the boy's hand, crying heartbreakingly, "you have a hard life, you just go out to ride
If a horse is hit like this, is there any justice?"
Hu Chang'an saw a group of people in ancient costumes coming and going in front of his bed, crying sincerely, and his heart couldn't help but tremble. Could it be that he had traveled through time?
Hu Changan felt melancholy in his heart.
But no matter if he traveled through time, he was just an insignificant social beast anyway, and even living an ordinary life required all his efforts. It would be better to travel back to ancient times, and he might still be able to accomplish something, but he would just pity his parents.
Moreover, it seems that this family is also well-off. Maybe I can enjoy the life of an ancient young master after traveling through time.
Hu Changan quite likes to take things as they come.
However, the timing of this time travel seems a bit bad.
Judging from what the beautiful woman just said, this body seems to have fallen from a horse.
At this time, even though Hu Changan was just lying on the bed, sharp and severe pain kept coming from his chest. The pain made Hu Changan break out in cold sweat, his body was shaking uncontrollably, and he couldn't say a word.
Oops, I guess he broke a rib, or several.
There is no specific medicine for rib fractures. It is just about fixing the bones and resting in bed. If it is quick, it will be cured in two or three months.
However, during cultivation, we often encounter a series of problems, such as rib displacement and stabbing of internal organs, pneumothorax, pneumonia, etc., each of which was fatal in ancient times.
Could it be that, as soon as he traveled through time, he would hate the northwest because of his injuries?
Hu Changan couldn't help but sigh deeply in his heart.
Suddenly, there was another sharp pain in Hu Changan's head. It was because the memories of the original owner were merging.
In the dark, Hu Changan seemed to have had a long, long dream.
In the dream, he transformed into a dandy in Yingtian City (Nanjing) in the early Ming Dynasty.
His parents had been childless for many years, and when he got a son in middle age, he naturally doted on himself to the utmost, as if he wanted the stars but not the moon.
In the extreme doting, he gradually grew up and became a willful and arrogant boy.
The young man did not learn well and took advantage of the increasing power of his family to do whatever he wanted, looking for flowers and gambling for fun.
There are so many tricks to play that even a modern man like Hu Changan can't help but blush and silently praise the wisdom of the ancients.
Yesterday, the boy got drunk and stayed in the brothel again.
In the morning, the young man mounted his horse and rode through the busy city, riding on the drunkenness of last night. However, the horse was unexpectedly frightened and knocked the young man to the ground.
A mule cart filled with grain behind him couldn't dodge, and its wheels ran straight over the boy's chest.
The young man died before he could shout.
This young man is also called Hu Chang'an, and his father's name is Hu Weiyong.
When Hu Changan saw this, he almost fainted without lifting it up.
I have traveled through time, and the person who has traveled through time is the son of a famous person.
Hu Weiyong, the famous last prime minister in Chinese history.
It is rumored that when Hu Weiyong was in power, he had monopoly power. Not only did he withhold memorials that were detrimental to him, but he also formed cliques in the court, which made Zhu Yuanzhang, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, very unhappy with him.
Hu Weiyong's downfall began with the death of his son.
It is said that Hu Weiyong beat the mule cart driver to death because of his son's death, which angered Zhu Yuanzhang and demanded Hu Weiyong's life.
Two months later, another incident broke out that envoys from Champa (Vietnam) entered the DPRK, but Hu Weiyong and others did not report it.
Zhu Yuanzhang was furious and imprisoned Hu Weiyong, Wang Guangyang and others, which kicked off the ten-year Hu Weiyong case, in which nearly ten thousand people were executed.
I didn't expect that after finally gaining a second life, I would be heading west again.
Hu Changan was really unwilling to give in! He finally traveled to the Ming Dynasty, but he didn't even have time to experience the prosperity of Yingtian, and he was about to die again.
But at this moment, Hu Changan couldn't even move his little finger.
Sharp and severe pain continuously washed through Hu Changan's nerves as he breathed.
Hu Chang'an knew that even if he could survive it, he would not be able to survive for a few days in an ancient environment where there was a lack of medical treatment and medicine.
"Ding!"
Suddenly, a clear voice came from Hu Changan's mind.
"The worship system has been activated. The host can use other people's worship points to exchange for various resource rewards in the mall."
system!
The moment Hu Changan heard the mechanical sound, his whole body seemed to be on stimulants, and even his eyes widened a bit.
Finally, the golden finger necessary for time travel is here, so you don’t have to die!