Daxia.

Yongzhou.

Fufeng Mansion.

Qingyang County Town.

At the east of the city, at the end of Changliu Street, there is a large mansion with three entrances and three exits.

Rumble!!

A sudden lightning outside the sky, and a thunder sounded.

Then the heavy rain fell down, causing the bananas in the yard to fall, the remaining flowers to fade away, and the cold wind mixed with raindrops hit the windows, making a crackling sound.

Sitting at the table, Xiaoyu, the maid who was dozing with her arms, suddenly woke up, as if there was an inexplicable gaze in the shadows staring at her in the dark, making her spine chill.

Her heart was furrowed, her teeth trembled slightly. When she looked up, she saw a pair of black and white eyes looking at her in confusion under the dim oil lamp.

"Ah! Master!"

Xiaoyu was shocked at first, but then she showed a happy look.

"You're finally awake."

She immediately got up and was about to go out: "I'll inform the butler immediately."

"stop!"

Xiaoyu stopped and looked at her young master in confusion.

"I'm fine. It's so rainy outside and it's so late, so don't bother the housekeeper."

The tone of the young master lying on the hospital bed became gentle.

"Xiaoyu, right? You go and rest first."

Seeing that the young master was in good spirits, Xiaoyu repeatedly confirmed that it was fine, so she walked to a small bed at the door and lay down.

As a personal maid, she lives in the same room with the young master, so she can serve at any time.

But his big watery eyes were still staring firmly at the direction of the young master's bed. Once there was any noise, he could get up immediately.

Jiang Shang looked at the obedient little maid. Through the dim oil lamp, he could vaguely see the antique furniture in the room and the satin quilt covered with his body. When he touched, he felt delicate and cold, and the touch was real.

"Zhuang Zhou dreams of a butterfly? Or is it a butterfly dreams of a Zhuang Zhou?"

The bright neon lights, the tall buildings, the scattered wine bottles, the group of bad friends who are not moral, the unrestrained old songs, the sudden appearance of ex-girlfriends, and the wine bottle that smashed onto their heads...

As the memory rolls, it seems that everything is gone, and what remains is a new life and new memories.

Jiang Shang shook his head, and at first he couldn't tell whether he had traveled through time, but he just had a bizarre dream.

He took a deep breath. No matter which world he was in, he was himself and Jiang Shang!

"But, my situation seems to be a little bad now."

In my memory, he was the son of an earl of the dynasty, but because of his illegitimate status, he retired from the dispute over the prince on the eve of his adult life and was sent by his father to Qingyang County far away from the capital.

It has been more than a year since then.

But in just one year, the boy who had read classics and was full of poetry and writing became a frequent visitor to the largest brothel in the city, the Chunfeng Building, who was drunk and dreamed of death all day long.

Until the day before yesterday, I fainted on the bed in Chunfeng Tower due to excessive medication.

Jiang Shang couldn't help but feel a little tooth pain. He touched his waist, which seemed to be starting to feel a little pain, and his face turned dark.

"You are so happy, but you can't go to this point. I will still have to use it in the future!"

"Also, what medicine did the butler give? Why did he take the person to death?"

The more Jiang Shang thought about it, the more wrong it became.

The housekeeper was an old man he brought from the Earl's Mansion in the capital. He served as servants for three generations and has always been loyal to the Earl's Mansion.

After coming to Qingyang County, the housekeeper took care of him and managed all the affairs of the mansion in an orderly manner.

But in theory, as a young master, he was addicted to alcohol and sex, and the housekeeper did not give advice, but there was no reason to add fuel to the fire.

The time he fainted was when the housekeeper gave him a pill to cheer him up.

Out of trust, Jiang Shang did not doubt it, and he also felt that the butler was really considerate and would do whatever he wanted.

Didn’t he know that these drugs were overdrawn?

The amiable butler in my memory seemed to be covered with a layer of fog on his body, which made people unable to see clearly.

Jiang Shang sighed secretly.

"Everyone wants to murder me."

This night.

Jiang Shang listened to the sound of rain outside the house, tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

...

It seemed that the heavy rain last night washed away the dust in the world. When I woke up in the morning, the air was fresh.

When you open the window, you can see a rainbow looming in the sky, with the sun shining brightly, and today will be a good weather.

When the housekeeper heard the news, he rushed to see Jiang Shang who was slowly practicing boxing in the courtyard.

In the slightly warm sunshine.

The young man was wearing a white shirt, with a slightly pale face, gentle eyebrows and eyes, and a very elegant temperament. With his handsome facial features, he really looked like an exiled immortal.

The butler paused, his eyes showing a look of surprise.

Even the doctor was sentenced to death, saying that unless a person in the practice takes action and gives a thousand gold elixirs, there will be a glimmer of hope.

But immediately, a three-point excitement, three-point surprise, and four-point incredible expression appeared on his face.

"Young Master! You wake up!"

"Oh, the young master has just recovered from a serious illness, so why can he move around casually? The rain on the ground has not dried. What if the young master falls down?"

While the housekeeper stepped forward, he blamed the maid Xiaoyu and said:

"Xiaoyu, how did you take care of the young master? Why didn't you help the young master go back to your room to rest?"

Xiaoyu stood aside and said a little aggrieved when she heard this:

"I persuaded me, but I can't help it."

Jiang Shang slowly stopped moving and said:

"Brother Zhong, I want to come out by myself, so I don't blame Xiaoyu."

As he said that, he took the opportunity to look at the butler.

The housekeeper is named Li Jinzhong. He is a thin, gray-haired old man with a kind-eyed look. He dresses quite simply and does not like luxury in normal times.

Such people naturally reassure their owners.

But with preconceived ideas, Jiang Shang felt that he was more and more scheming.

One is not good at wealth, the other is not lustful.

So what does he want?

It is related to his waist and life. Jiang Shang now looks like a bad person.

When the butler heard Jiang Shang's helping voice, he couldn't say anything more, so he smiled at Jiang Shang and said:

"Young Master, I know that you have a lucky person and will not be able to do anything."

Jiang Shang whispered: "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine now."

"That's good, that's good."

The housekeeper nodded and said, "What did the young master practice just now? Why have you never seen it before?"

"It's nothing strange to have a simple set of movement and body movement."

Jiang Shang chuckled:

"Xiaoyu learned it after watching it for a while."

"real?"

The housekeeper looked at Xiaoyu with suspicion on his face.

Xiaoyu stood up with a small breast that had just begun to take shape and said proudly:

"I remembered it all at once."

As she said that, she muttered:

"A watermelon is round and round."

"Settle in half in the middle."

"You are half, he is half."
To be continued...