This is a circular bronze mirror with a silver mirror. The mirror reflects a handsome face with a childish and red lips and white teeth.

If it weren't for seeing it with your own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that a bronze mirror could reveal the brilliance of a person's illumination.

But that's not the point.

The point is that Zhao Hao found that the face reflected on the mirror was no longer what he was originally...

Looking at the face of the boy who was only fourteen or fifteen years old, his high hair tied up, and his bun made of brocade bands embedded with pearls, Zhao Hao finally realized that he had traveled through time.

After a long time, he turned his eyes away from the mirror and looked at the environment he was in. He saw that this was a Ming Dynasty-style open room.

There are carved beams and painted roofs above the head, soft carpets are laid under the feet, calligraphy and calligraphy hanging on the walls around them; jade antiques are displayed on the antique shelves; Su-embroidered tablecloths are laid on the table against the wall, and bonsai utensils are placed. There are also some embroidery, hanging screens to embellish the entire room, decorating the rich but stylish.

He has become a Ming dynasty boy living in Nanjing!

This young man has the same name and surname as him. But compared with his ordinary and slightly bumpy life in his previous life, this little Zhao Hao, who lives in the Ming Dynasty, is simply too lucky.

Xiao Zhaohao's grandfather was named Zhao Liben, a native of Xiuning, Huizhou. After the 17th year of Jiajing, he served as a prefect in Changsha and was a provincial governor in Zhejiang. Now he is the third-rank official of the right minister of the Ministry of Revenue in Nanjing, and is in charge of the distribution of salt in Lianghuai. He can be said to be the first-class fat in the world!

Although this young man lost his mother at a young age, he was very favored by his grandfather and father. He lived a life of a wealthy young man with a rich and luxurious life since he was a child. He had four personal maids, two maids, and several servants. In total, there were about ten people, all of whom were dedicated to playing with him and serving him alone.

'This is a life like Jia Baoyu. It's too depraved and too corrupt!' Zhao Hao criticized hypocritically, but couldn't help but grin on the corner of his mouth.

Speaking of which, Xiao Zhaohao was also extremely happy and sad. In the past few days, he was confined to his home for some reason and was bored, so he played "touching the blind fish" with his maids in his house. The so-called "touching the blind fish" is hide and seek. When it was Xiao Zhaohao's turn to catch people with his eyes blindfolded, he accidentally hit the pillar and fainted immediately.

When he woke up again, the owner of this body had become the Great Zhao Hao who came four hundred years later.

Although Zhao Hao said he was fine, the maids carefully helped him to a low-headed chair covered with brocade cushions. Then they put a soft pillow to let him lie down halfway.

The maid in the lead twisted a slender golden spoon, picked a little green ointment from the porcelain bottle, pointed it out with her green ring finger, and gently applied it to the bruise that Zhao Hao bumped out.

The slight coolness made the slight stinging pain on his forehead disappear.

Another maid gently massaged his temples behind the chair with her soft little hands.

Another maid brought the tea cup from the official kiln, and used a fragrant handkerchief to cushion under Zhao Hao's jaw with one hand, and held the spoon in the other hand to feed him water.

Sweet, so delicious...

Another maid carefully peeled off the purple grapes, then gently clamped out the grape seeds with tweezers, and then delivered the pulp to Zhao Hao's mouth.

Sour and sweet, sour and delicious...

For fear of being seen, Zhao Hao pretended to be accustomed to his usual care and enjoyed this overly considerate service.

He had never experienced such a god-like enjoyment? He felt a little embarrassed, but more of it was secretly happy.

Can you be unhappy? It’s so cool!

‘And I am only fifteen years old, so many wonderful days are waiting for me! I want to enjoy the wealth and honor of the world!’

As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Hao stood up excitedly and clenched his fists in excitement.

The maids looked at the young master in surprise, always feeling a little strange when he woke up.

"Young master, please ask the doctor to see it. Your head is not elsewhere..."

"Everyone said, I'm fine!" Zhao Hao played his role, imitating the tone of a fifteen-year-old boy, and slapped his chest as if proving, saying, "I can continue to hide cats!"

"Really?" The maids were skeptical.

"Don't believe it?" Perhaps influenced by the original owner of this body, Zhao Hao's childlike innocence became great, and he covered his silk scarf on his face again, and said with great enthusiasm:

"One, two, three, touch the blind fish! I started catching it after saying that!"

"Young Master, you're cheating..."

Seeing that he was indeed fine, the maids hurriedly put down their respective tasks and smiled and hid in hiding.

In a trance, Zhao Hao seemed to have returned to his childhood, blindfolded and rushed around, but he was always a little bit short of it and could not catch his opponents with a flexible posture.

“Here here.”

"Over there!"

The maids deliberately made trouble, and the room was filled with laughter and noise.

Finally, Zhao Hao finally caught one.

The laughter came to an abrupt end, and Zhao Hao was the only one who screamed excitedly: "Hahaha, let me catch it!"

But when he heard the maid beside him, he greeted him in a low voice: "Second Master..."

In this Zhao Mansion, the old man Zhao Liben is called the old master by the servants. Zhao Liben has two sons, and is called the eldest master and the second master. Zhao Hao is the only son of the second master!

If I see this nonsense scene, I can’t help my family law?

Zhao Hao secretly cried out, so he quickly pulled off the facial towel.

I saw that the middle-aged man who was grabbed by him in his sleeve was indeed a middle-aged man with a nerd look that he looked similar to his face.

Of course, he is his father in this life, the second master of the Zhao family, and Zhao Shouzheng, a student of the Imperial College who failed the fifth exam!

Should I kneel down and admit my mistake, or walk away with an indifferent look on my face?

Zhao Hao was dying for a moment.

Just when he was in a dilemma, he saw Zhao Shouzheng hugging him, first sighing for a while, and then sobbing sadly.

A man doesn’t cry easily, but he hasn’t reached the sad place.

Seeing that Zhao Shouzheng was actually crying, Zhao Hao didn't care about the shameless question, so he quickly became a good son dedicatedly.

"Dad, don't be angry, I won't mess around anymore."

"It's not a fault for raising a godfather. Being a father is just to be angry, and he will only be angry with yourself. How can you be angry with you?" But Zhao Shouzheng shook his head and hugged him tighter. "What's more, being annoying for a father is not angry, but sad..."

Zhao Hao was so irritated that he couldn't breathe, but he didn't dare to act rashly, so he had to ask hard: "What's sad?"

"But I was worried that after the banquet, the Qing'e dispersed, and the moon was half slanted on the Yangtze River." Zhao Shouzheng recited a poem in a desolate tone, and then said quietly: "Son, such a happy scene will never happen again."

Zhao Hao was stunned, and the maids were stunned, not knowing what happened.

Finally, Zhao Shouzheng let go of Zhao Hao, turned to the four confused maids and said, "You all go to the yard, my brother has something to say to you."

"Yes..." The maids responded obediently, then retreated one after another and closed the door.

Only Zhao Hao and Zhao Shouzheng and his son were left in the room.

Zhao Hao looked at Zhao Shouzheng's distraught face and intuition that something big about his own destiny happened.

"What happened?" Zhao Hao asked nervously.

"well……"

"Son, there is a saying that is 'not to mention the relationship between father and son in the world'. If there is a slight room for slowness, father will not want to affect your mood." Zhao Shouzheng sighed and said to him with a guilty face:

"But I can't hide the matter anymore, I can only tell you the truth, you must hold on..."
Chapter completed!