Tiantang Splendid

Chapter 1 God, please let me die once more

Chapter 1 God, please let me die again

Datang, the winter of the 12th year of Zhenguan.

Hundreds of thousands of homes are like a game of Go, and Twelfth Street is like a vegetable garden.

Remote recognition Wei Wei enters the fire, a constellation and five gates west.

At the beginning of Mao Shi, the city of Chang'an was like an ancient beast dormant in the darkness.

There was no light in the moon and stars, the north wind was weak, and the goose feather-like snow fell rustling on the ridges of the streets and alleys. Stepping on the thick snow, a line of motorcades carrying torches walked out of the gates just opened by the guards. Gathered on Suzaku Street, went to Chengtianmen in a mighty way, and prepared to go to court.

The morning time was approaching, but the mansion of Liang Guogong and Shang Shu Zuo Shefang Xuanling was noisy and chaotic.

Fang Xuanling, who was about to be in his sixtieth year, was dressed in court clothes and stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, looking up at the snow-covered roof with a worried look on his face.

A thinly-clothed young man was sitting on the roof with a wine jar in his hand, taking a sip from time to time and sighing.

At this time, a [-]- or [-]-year-old girl ran over, and "Putong" knelt in front of Fang Xuanling, her knees sank into an inch of snow.

"Uuu...Master, it's all my fault, I didn't watch the second young master...Uuuu..."

The little girl, Qiao'er, is the second young master's personal maid. She just woke up when she realized that the second young master ran to the roof to drink before dawn, but she didn't know it at all.The second young master has been ill for many days, and he has just recovered. What if he suffers from the cold?

She blamed herself for not finding out the whereabouts of the second young master in time, and the little maid cried so much that it was a pear blossom with rain.

There was a mess of footsteps in the room, and the mistress, Lu Shi, ran out in a hurry and asked anxiously, "Where is it? Where is it?"

Fang Xuanling sighed and pointed to the roof.

Lu Shi had just woken up, and his hair had not been neatly combed. When he looked up and saw the second son who was on the roof "Ting Xue drinking," he immediately shouted, "Son, come down, it's freezing cold, don't let it freeze... …”

Some time ago, the second son's bequeathed love accidentally fell off a horse while hunting in the city, knocked the back of his head, and has been unconscious and lethargic, and the house is full of anxiety.

I just saw it, why did it run up to the roof in the wind and snow again?
Could it be that he broke his brain?
Thinking of this, Lu Shi was even more anxious, and tears came down.

The boy on the roof was indifferent, looking up at the sky and thinking about life.

Fang Xuanling's face was gloomy, although she was also very worried about her second son, but it was really inappropriate for the house to be rioting in the early morning.

After a drink: "Hurry down!"

The young man remained motionless, but leaned over to look over.

Torches and lanterns were lit in the yard, and the snow reflected light, making it possible to see the boy's face clearly.

With a stern appearance, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a youthful face on his face, he looks no more than fifteen or sixteen years old.Wearing a thin robe, the figure is not burly, but strong and generous.

The young man looked at Fang Xuanling and Lu Shi again, and finally said, "I won't marry Princess Gaoyang!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole house fell silent.

Fang Xuanling was startled at first, and then became furious: "Nizi, are you courting death?"

The teenager stuck his neck with a stubborn expression: "If you want me to marry Gao Yang, I will die for you!"

Fang Xuanling was so angry that his beard cocked up, staring fiercely at the second son in front of him: "This is your majesty's marriage, how can you be rejected by a yellow-mouthed child? Where do you place the majesty of the heavenly family? What's more," Princess Shang' is such an honor that you refuse to accept it, it's ridiculous!"

Fang Xuanling blew his beard and stared, wishing he could kill this bastard!
Emperor Chrysostom's royal gift, who dares not to accept it?
Even if you really don't want to accept this honor, you don't dare to say it, you can only think about it in your heart...

The young man also seemed to realize that it would be ineffective to force him to death, so he couldn't help but feel bitter and begged bitterly: "How about...Tell the emperor if Gao Yang can't do it, let's change it?"

Fang Xuanling was stunned: "...change one?"

What is it that you are a princess of the Tang Dynasty?
Chinese cabbage?
This one doesn't look good, let's change it again?
It's just looking for death!
Fang Xuanling poured blood into his pupils and roared up to the sky: "Bastard! Get me down!"

……

Fang Xuanling rushed to the court in a hurry, the time had passed.Although today's son is quite tolerant towards old humerus ministers like him, he won't scold him easily, but Fang Xuanling, who has been conscientious and conscientious for several years, has a heavy sense of responsibility and will never rely on the emperor's favor.

There are several charcoal pots in the four corners of the hall of the house. The charcoal fire is booming, and the house is as warm as spring.

Fang Jun's heart was like the ice and snow outside the house, it was cold and cold...

The moment before, I was presiding over the work meeting to vigorously develop rural mechanized farming in the county.
If you wear it, you can wear it. Even if the splendid future of the youngest department-level cadre in the province is gone, it is not unacceptable. Who knows when this unscientific thing will happen?
It's not bad to wear it until the Tang Dynasty. Let's also taste the taste of the four seas and the arrogance of the country.

But why did the so-so immortal become the love of the housewife?
Famous through the ages, the model of the turtle, the super green hat king, the glowing Hulk!

Could it be that he has the same name as this product?

Fang Jun's name was taken by his father. The old man is a typical country man with mud legs. He has never been to school. Renamed.

It was not until Fang Jun entered junior high school that he learned that there was a dear friend named Fang Jun with the same name as him in history.

Speaking of that dear man, hehe, the name has been passed down through the ages...

But now, he actually time-traveled to this man from more than 1000 years ago?
God, what kind of trouble is this going to make?

It's all my father's fault, it would be great if he named himself Fang Shilong...

Fang Jun has always felt that he is a person who goes with the flow. He can endure poverty and setbacks, but he can't bear to turn green even after being beaten to death!

The delicate side dishes on the table did not attract his appetite at all, and his chest seemed to be blocked by a thousand jins of rocks, kindly...

"Son, eat a little bit, this little wonton stuffed with sunflower vegetables is your favorite, and vinegar and celery are the most appetizing..."

Mother Lu rambled on, and kept putting vegetables into Fang Jun's bowl with chopsticks, almost feeding them into her mouth.

Although he was depressed to death, Fang Jun was still warm in his heart.

The meticulous care and strong maternal love reminded him of his own mother in another world.

The son who has always been regarded as proud and promising suddenly died, and the white-haired man gave the black-haired man, how heartbroken should the mother be?

Fang Junqiang endured his worries and grief, picked up a wonton and stuffed it into his mouth, but he didn't know the taste.

"You said that your child is too, so many people are present, how can you say such a thing? If it spreads out, His Majesty must not get angry? Besides, Gao Yang's girl looks pretty good to me. She has a good figure and looks handsome. , it is golden branches and jade leaves, and it is even more favored by His Majesty, why don't you look down on it?"

Lu Shi was a little dissatisfied and complained in his mouth.

As soon as this matter was mentioned, Fang Jun's chest was filled with panic: "Mother, Dad listens to you the most. You ask him to tell the emperor, can we not marry this family?"

Princess Gaoyang!
That is a legendary woman through the ages, a great pioneer in the pursuit of free love, a typical representative of marriage|extraordinary love...

Why did you just let me put it on the stall?
Lu Shi slapped his son angrily: "How does this child speak? Why does your father listen to me the most..."

After thinking about it, it seemed that what my son said was not bad, so he went on to say: "I'm afraid it's really up to you. Recently, His Majesty has been getting angry with that "Clan Chronicle". It is said that Duke Shen presided over the compilation. The Cui surname is listed as the first class of the clan, and there are rumors that the five surnames and seven clans do not intermarry with the royal family in order to maintain the purity of the blood... Your Majesty is very dissatisfied. If you make such a fuss at this time, what do you want Your Majesty to think? Okay, the five surnames and seven sects don't look down on our Li family, and neither do your Fang family? Think about it, can you do it?"

Lu shi persuaded his son earnestly, but no matter how he looked, he looked like a proud rooster, with a high spirit.

Uh……

I forgot, the Lu family is the real direct daughter of the Fan Yang Lu family, and she really looks down on the Li family with Hu bloodline...

But does this have anything to do with me?

He also knew that it would be difficult for the emperor to take back his fate, but the problem was that if he really married Princess Gaoyang according to his original destiny, he would definitely take advantage of the dark and windy night to kill that girl in order to prevent his hat from turning green. slaughtered...

But then again, if you kill the daughter of the emperor, the ending doesn't seem to be much better...

After thinking about it, Fang Jun actually found that there are dead ends in front, back, left and right, and no matter how you go, it is dead chess.

No solution……

He was so depressed that his eyes turned black, and he silently shouted in his heart: God, can you let me die again?
(End of this chapter)

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