Fortunate Young Gentleman

The third chapter of the main text of Ruyi Xiaolangjun is a bloody plot. Tang Ning didn't expect that his cheap father-in-law was actually the county magistrate. Now, no matter whether it was human or material evidence, it was useless. Even though he hadn't figured out where this place was, since ancient times, people have never fought against officials. As a newcomer, he didn't dare to take this risk.

Sitting in the room, after calming down, he figured out one thing.

He was really too impulsive just now. He really couldn't leave.

Let's not talk about the matter of Miss Zhong. In this world, he seemed to have lost his memory. He didn't know who he was, where he lived, what dynasty this was, and where this was. At least, he couldn't leave before figuring out these things.

This is the most reliable and safest choice.

"Son-in-law..." A girl came in and put a quilt on the bed.

The girl was about fourteen or fifteen years old, with an oval face and a plain dress. She looked cute. Tang Ning had seen her in the room just now.

Girls of this age in the future are probably still in middle school. Tang Ning looked at her, showed a kind smile, and asked, "Little girl, what's your name?"

He felt that at this moment, he was like a bad uncle who seduced an ignorant girl.

But there was no way. The girl in front of him was the one he could get in touch with the fastest and let him understand the world and the things around him.

"Son-in-law, just call me Qing'er." The girl said softly.

Tang Ning sat at the square table in the room, waved to her with a smile, and said, "Qing'er, come here, I have some questions to ask you..."

...

After a while, the girl stood up and said, "Son-in-law, the young lady has something to do, I'll go over first."

"Go." Tang Ning nodded. The time was short, and what he learned from Qing'er was very limited, but he at least had a basic understanding of the world he was in.

The place he was in now was called Lingzhou City. Lingzhou City was composed of Yong'an County and Yi'an County. His cheap father-in-law was the magistrate of Yong'an County.

Lingzhou was under the jurisdiction of the State of Chen. Tang Ning did not know which State of Chen in history this was. It was estimated that the little maid herself was also ignorant of history. He could learn about it slowly in the future, so there was no need to rush.

He learned more about the Zhong family and the matter of Miss Zhong just now from Qing'er.

Logically speaking, this cheap father-in-law was the magistrate of a county, a top leader, but Yong'an County was not a remote suburban county, but located in the capital of Lingzhou, and there were a lot of officials such as the Lingzhou governor who could suppress him.

This was also the reason why Miss Zhong threw the embroidered ball to find a husband today.

The story is actually quite bloody. The son of the governor of Lingzhou fell in love with Miss Zhong. He put pressure on her from all sides, but she was no match for him. The governor was notorious in Lingzhou and was a complete playboy. Miss Zhong would rather throw a ball to find a husband than commit herself to him. However, the governor had already sent people to guard the embroidery building and drove away the onlookers. Only he broke in without knowing the truth, so he appeared here.

No wonder those people fought hard to grab his ball today. The peach that he had been guarding for so long was picked by others, and no one would feel comfortable.

Such a bloody plot, even the online writer named Rong Xiaorong who Tang Ning knew was famous for writing bloody plots would not dare to write it like this.

But it happened.

There was a sound of footsteps at the door, someone knocked on the door, and then two figures walked in.

One was his nominal wife, Zhong Yi, a very nice name.

Next to her was a woman in a green dress, who looked about the same age as her, and whose looks were equally beautiful, but whose temperaments were completely different.

Zhong Yi was a classical beauty, and she looked gentle and generous, while the woman in the green dress looked------a headache.

It was a real headache. Just now, I learned from Qing'er that it was her idea to put stones in the hydrangea, and she was the one who smashed the hydrangea herself. If she hadn't smashed it, Tang Ning would probably still be walking on the street in a daze, not knowing who he was, not knowing where he was, like a homeless beggar...

Instead of sitting in a spacious and comfortable room like now, with a beautiful wife and a father-in-law who was a county magistrate, so Tang Ning should------thank her?

Tang Yaoyao.

The woman in front of him had a very charming name, and it was also a name that gave Tang Ning a headache so far.

Coincidentally, he had the same surname as her...

Zhong Yi walked to his side and asked softly, "You..., still don't remember anything?"

Tang Ning shook his head.

A trace of worry appeared on Zhong Yi's face: "Have you even forgotten your name?"

Tang Ning thought for a moment and said: "There must be a name for me. Just call me Tang Ning. I always feel that this name is inexplicably familiar."

Tang Yaoyao gritted her teeth and secretly spit in her heart. Even a random name has to follow her surname. Is he planning to rely on her?

Then she was a little disappointed. The trouble was caused by her. At least before his memory is restored, she will be responsible for him to the end.

"Tang Ning..." Zhong Yi repeated the name twice and nodded slightly.

Tang Ning looked at her and suddenly asked: "Are there any books here? I want to read some books. Maybe I can recover some memories..."

Zhong Yi thought for a while and nodded: "Come with me."

The Zhong Mansion was very large. Zhong Yi led him through two long corridors and three moon gates before arriving at the door of a room.

Tang Ning was very suspicious about how a county magistrate could buy such a large house. In his memory, no matter what dynasty, the salary of a county magistrate did not seem to be very high. Some were so poor that they could not even afford to eat. Could his cheap father-in-law be a corrupt official?

Zhong Yi looked at him and said, "This is my study. If you want to read any book, go find it yourself."

"Thank you." Tang Ning nodded and walked in.

Zhong Yi did not go in with him. The woman in the green dress pulled her away a little, looked at her, and asked, "Are you really going to marry this person of unknown origin?"

Zhong Yi smiled slightly and said, "It's better to marry anyone than that person."

"No!" Tang Yaoyao frowned and looked at her, saying, "You said before that the person you want to marry must be a great talent. This matter was caused by me, and I have the responsibility to help you solve it..."

...

Tang Ning could not hear the conversation between the two women in the yard. His attention was all on this study.

Although the study was not large, it was very delicately decorated. Three walls were filled with bookshelves. There were various books on the bookshelves, involving classics, poetry, calligraphy and painting...

There was an open book on the table. Tang Ning glanced at it. The handwriting on it was beautiful. It should be the reading notes made by Zhong Yi. Tang Ning did not read it again, nor did he mess with the things on her table. He walked straight to the bookshelf full of history books.

He took out a book and opened it.

The handwriting was certainly not the simplified Chinese characters he was familiar with, but fortunately it was not some scribbled characters, but a very upright regular script, which meant that the dynasty he traveled through was not too far away, and it was unlikely that he traveled through to some chaotic era.

Tang Ning had not systematically learned traditional Chinese characters, but strangely, he had no difficulty reading this book, and he was also very familiar with the fonts in the book.

He could only attribute it to some indelible memory in this body, the familiar fonts, the familiar Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties, which made him feel more familiar.

Spring and Autumn Period and Warring States Period, Qin and Han Dynasty and Three Kingdoms, Wei, Jin and Southern and Northern Dynasties, Sui and Tang Dynasty, Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, Zhao and Song Dynasty...

The names of the dynasties were correct, but Tang Ning was a little confused when he looked at the historical events in detail.

That's not right, the Qin Dynasty actually existed for fifty years, which was several decades longer. He remembered that the Tang Dynasty existed for nearly three hundred years, but here there were only more than a hundred years left. Did the other one hundred and fifty years go to waste?

He was familiar with many of the major historical events recorded in these history books, and even more unfamiliar.

Are you sure this is a history book and not a novel?

Tang Ning opened the next book with some disbelief.

Next, next, next.

Next, next, next.

…

It was late at night, Tang Ning was lying on the bed, tossing and turning.

He had read history books all day, and had to accept a reality.

This was not the world he was familiar with. In the vast history, there were many things he was familiar with, but there were even more things he was not familiar with. If he really had to match them one by one with the history he was familiar with, he would definitely go crazy.

Is this an imaginary world or a parallel world?

He didn't know.

In addition, he also discovered another magical thing.

There were some errors in his memory.

After crossing over, he did not get the original memory of this body, and his original memory was stripped away.

Stripping means that he can easily recall some things.

Including when he wet the bed when he was two years old, fell when he was three years old, and was sent to an orphanage when he was four years old, including the faces of his deceased parents that had long been blurred and forgotten in his memory.

Everything was so clear. He could casually look through his memories of more than 20 years, accurate to the minute and the second, like a bystander. As soon as he thought about it, a clear picture would appear in his mind, absolutely high-definition and without code.

However, for a hardcore single dog who has been single for 23 years, it doesn’t make much difference whether there is a code or not...

He lay in bed, flipping through his memories, especially before he was four years old, when his parents were still alive. This was what he looked forward to the most and what he lacked the most during the years he stayed in the orphanage...

He looked at every frame until his consciousness began to blur...

…

"Uncle..."

"Uncle, uncle, get up..."

"Uncle, get up quickly, this morning you and the young lady will go to pay respects to the master and the lady."

I don’t know when I fell asleep last night. Tang Ning’s eyelids felt heavy. Qing’er’s crisp voice came to his ears. He turned over and said vaguely: "Don’t make trouble, let me sleep a little longer..."

"It will be too late if you don’t get up now!"

"Uncle, uncle..."

…

The maid named Qing’er pushed his body, but Tang Ning was unmoved. The little maid ran out with a pout, saying loudly: "Young lady, uncle can’t get hard this morning!"