This made Li Shimin anxious, and he wanted to trade one for one with me.

"Third brother, wake up!"

"Wake up!"

The sound in my ears was like an alarm clock ringing at 6:30 in the morning, going on and on.

Cheng Jun slowly woke up, his fingers twitched slightly, and he found himself lying on the ground.

After a moment of confusion, Cheng Jun recalled that at the dinner party, General Manager Zhang and the managers of various departments came over to toast him. When he stood up, his vision suddenly went black and he collapsed to the ground.

They must have been worried sick... Cheng Jun opened his eyes, looked around, and his mind went blank for a moment.

High walls stand all around, the corridors are winding, and the courtyard is filled with various trees and green plants, lush and verdant, with the occasional calls of unknown birds echoing from the bushes.

Beside him, a strong young man was looking at him with concern.

Where is this? Where are Mr. Zhang and the others?

Just as he was filled with confusion and wanted to find the answer, a strange memory suddenly flooded his mind. Cheng Jun groaned and covered his head in pain.

That unfamiliar memory was like a wild donkey, kicking him hard on the head.

This reminded Cheng Jun that it was the third year of the Zhenguan era of the Tang Dynasty, and this was the residence of the Duke of Su in Huai De Fang, Chang'an City, which was also his home.

His name is Cheng Jun, courtesy name Chuxia, he is sixteen years old, 1.85 meters tall, and the youngest son of Cheng Yaojin, the Duke of Su.

Holy crap, I've time-traveled?!

"Cough cough cough!!"

The intense emotional turmoil caused him to cough violently.

"Third brother, should I go find a physician to take a look at you?"

The concerned voice rang in his ears again. Cheng Jun subconsciously raised his hand to touch his cheek. His ever-present pure carbon half-rimmed silver-wire glasses were gone. The surrounding scenery was as clear as if he were wearing glasses, and he could see every detail clearly.

It really wasn't a dream... Cheng Jun suppressed the nausea caused by the strong emotional turmoil and focused his gaze on the young man in front of him who cared about him.

The other person was wearing a purple robe and a rhinoceros horn belt. He was very strong, with a square face and a simple, honest look. His face was clearly bruised and purple from being beaten.

The memory lurking within him kicked his head again like a wild donkey, reminding Cheng Jun of his name and identity.

Cheng Chuliang, Cheng Yaojin's second son, is usually called Second Brother...

Cheng Jun silently noted down these details, then feigned ignorance and asked, "Second Brother, what's wrong with me?"

“I don’t know either. Dad told me to look for you. When I got there, I found you lying on the ground and I couldn’t wake you up no matter what I did.”

Cheng Chuliang helped him sit on a stone bench not far away and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Cheng Jun shook his head, silently thinking, "But the person you hoped was alright has to leave now..."

Cheng Chuliang carefully looked him up and down. Seeing that he was only pale and had no other symptoms, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Sit here and rest for a while, then come with me to the main room."

“Okay!” Cheng Jun also agreed. Having just transmigrated, he was still unfamiliar with the situation around him, and the memories left behind by this body were currently his only support.

To his disappointment, the memories within this body wouldn't surface without external stimulation.

It seems the only way to get useful information is from others... Cheng Jun turned to Cheng Chuliang and asked, "Second Brother, what does Father want to see me about?"

Cheng Chuliang leaned closer, pointed to the bruises on his own face, and said, "I'll make you look like me."

"..."

Thankfully, he asked one more question... Cheng Jun seized the opportunity and asked, "Explain yourself clearly, what exactly happened?"

Cheng Chuliang rubbed his cheek and said, "I don't know what went wrong with our father. He came home from court and beat my older brother up."

Cheng Jun asked, puzzled, "Our father hit my older brother, so he should be the one who got hurt. How did you get hurt?"

"I heard my older brother screaming in the main room, and I couldn't help but go over to see what had happened..."

Cheng Jun asked, puzzled, "Can something bad happen just by looking?"

"The main problem is that I couldn't help but laugh out loud while watching it, and my dad heard me."

"..."

Cheng Chuliang stood up and said, "Let's not talk about that anymore, hurry up and come with me! Our father is waiting for you in the main room!"

"Don't go!"

Cheng Jun remained seated, his tone resolute.

Knowing you'll get beaten up, yet still going anyway, isn't that just being pathetic?

"Third brother, you're usually quite clever, why are you acting so foolish today?" Cheng Chuliang's eyes widened. "If you come with me now, at worst you'll end up like me, but if you don't, you'll end up like our eldest brother!"

"Is there something else going on?" Cheng Jun asked in surprise. "What happened to our brother?"

"Our eldest brother is in the main room right now, being chased and beaten by our father with a Xuanhua axe!"

Cheng Jun's heart skipped a beat: "Didn't our father already hit my older brother? Why is he hitting him again?"

"Because when Dad was hitting me, my older brother couldn't help but burst out laughing... hahaha!"

"..."

Cheng Jun looked at Cheng Chuliang's smug smile and his booming laughter and suddenly understood why he had been put in this body.

It is very likely that the previous owner of this body was a serious and unsmiling person.

Otherwise, how could Cheng Yaojin's son have died out of the game?

Look at these two guys who love to laugh so much; they're still jumping around even after being beaten up like this!

and many more....

Cheng Chuliang just mentioned that Cheng Yaojin used a Xuanhua axe?

I seem to recall historical records about Cheng Yaojin describing him as brave and skilled in using the horse spear!

Cheng Jun asked, puzzled, "Isn't the weapon our father uses a horse lance?"

Cheng Chuliang was stunned: "Why would you get so angry that you'd use a horse spear?"

"..."

Are these two weapons really that different?

Cheng Jun straightened the collar of his blue robe and said, "Second Brother, wait for me to change my clothes. These clothes are soaked with sweat and I'm not comfortable wearing them."

Having learned from past mistakes, the consequences would certainly be more serious if he didn't go to the main hall to see Cheng Yaojin, but he had just boarded this ship and was still very weak in both mind and body.

Before you go, you must make thorough preparations!

Otherwise, this body might be disconnected again by Cheng Yaojin.

"Go quickly and come back soon!"

"understand!"

Based on his body's memory, Cheng Jun entered the living room, quickly closed the door, took a few deep breaths to calm his agitation, and then looked around.

Inside the room was a cypress bed, a small table, and a set of cabinets.

Unlike modern cabinets, in the Tang Dynasty, "cabinets" and "cabinets" were distinct, with similar shapes but different functions.

The cupboard is used to store books, while the cabinet is used to store clothes, money, and personal belongings.

Cheng Jun noticed that besides the books on the shelf, there was also a bronze mirror the size of a washbasin. He walked over, picked it up, and stared at the unfamiliar face in the mirror.

Thick eyebrows and big eyes, sword-like eyebrows that reach the temples, square lips and a well-proportioned mouth, pleasing to the eye.

The blue robe with cloud patterns on his body made him look exceptionally handsome, yet also refined and approachable.

"Well, I've been pretty handsome my whole life..."

Cheng Jun muttered to himself, then suddenly thought of his past life and was filled with melancholy.

Because he was lonely and helpless in his past life, he dreamed of becoming a superhero when he grew up, and he actually achieved that dream when he grew up.

He does the work of dozens of people in the company all by himself.

Fortunately, the company's CEO took great care of him.

If he wasn't present at any company dinner, the boss would never allow the waiters to serve the food.

If Cheng Jun doesn't pick up any food, no one will touch their chopsticks.

Before the meal, the boss and department heads would always toast him first.

This rule has remained unchanged since the day he sent the previous company's boss, who had offended him, to prison to work as a sewing machine operator.

Cheng Jun never expected that he would travel to ancient times one day. After a brief period of panic, he was able to calmly face this world that he knew nothing about.

He tucked the bronze mirror, which he believed could stand alone, into his bosom, then bent down and picked up an inkstone from the table, tucked it into his waistband, covered it with his long robe, and only after making sure everything was in order did he go out to find Cheng Chuliang, who was waiting for him.

"Second brother, I'm ready!"

Cheng Chuliang was sitting on a stone bench, bending over and rubbing his swollen calves. He looked up at him with a big question mark on his face. "Where did you change your clothes?"

"I just remembered that Dad is still waiting for me, so I didn't change. Take me to see Dad first, so he won't keep waiting!"

"Then let's go!" Cheng Chuliang nodded understandingly.

The two set off immediately, with Cheng Jun following behind him. Every time they passed an archway, Cheng Jun would turn his head to look left and right, taking in the scenery. He tried to use this external stimulation to urge that memory, which was like a wild donkey, to kick his head a few more times.

The effect was remarkable; Cheng Jun felt his brain trembling.

Although doing this can make you feel dizzy and lightheaded, the rewards are surprisingly amazing.

Fortunately, I used to read history books whenever I had free time in my past life... Cheng Jun was glad that the history books he had read before came in very handy at this time. By sorting through the unfamiliar memories, he discovered that this place was still somewhat different from the Tang Dynasty in history.

For example, in the third year of the Zhenguan era in history, Cheng Yaojin's son, Cheng Juncai, had just been born, and he was born out of wedlock.

But the body he now possesses is already sixteen years old.

And he wasn't born out of wedlock, he was a legitimate son!

Like Cheng Chumo and Cheng Chuliang, he was born to Cheng Yaojin's legal wife, Madam Sun.

"The Tang Dynasty I'm in is definitely the historical Tang Dynasty; the names and events all match. The only thing that doesn't match is my age and identity..."

Cheng Jun pondered.

The Cheng residence was very large. Cheng Jun followed Cheng Chuliang for half a day before finally seeing the main hall.

The main hall was the place mainly used to entertain guests in ancient times. From a distance, Cheng Jun saw two burly figures standing inside.

The man on the left with a full beard around his chin is Cheng Yaojin. He is in his forties, about 1.95 meters tall, with dark skin, wearing a purple round-necked robe and a gold and jade belt. At this moment, his eyebrows are raised and his round eyes are wide open in anger.

The young-looking man was named Cheng Chumo, just turned twenty, and was the eldest son of the Cheng family.

At this moment, his face was bruised and swollen, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were vacant; he had clearly been badly beaten.

When Cheng Chumo saw the two approaching, his pupils blazed with vibrant life, and he shouted excitedly, "Father, Chuxia is here!"

Cheng Yaojin turned to look at Cheng Jun, who was following behind Cheng Chuliang, his face dark and his eyes sharp.

Am I being led to my execution?! Cheng Jun's lips twitched.

Seeing that he had walked to the bottom of the steps outside the house and suddenly stood still like a wooden or clay sculpture, Cheng Chumo said impatiently, "Third brother, our father is watching you, come in quickly!"

Cheng Jun glanced at Cheng Chumo, and the more he looked at him, the more he felt that he was like an executioner telling prisoners that they should die sooner rather than later. After calmly and rationally considering the situation, he stepped forward, crossed the threshold, entered the main hall, and came to Cheng Yaojin. He bowed slightly and said with a smile, "Greetings, Father!"

Don't curse those who apologize, and don't hit those who are smiling... Cheng Yaojin, after all, was a man who had navigated the treacherous waters of officialdom; he should have understood this principle...

Cheng Yaojin sneered, "Don't call me that, I don't have a son like you!"

Cheng Jun's throat tightened. Was he planning to distance himself first and then make his move? Generally speaking, in this situation, only one of the father and son can survive... Damn it, I just logged in...

He suddenly realized that this beating was inevitable.

Given Cheng Yaojin's physique, when he starts fighting, he will definitely use a heavy sword with no edge, heavy and not light.

If it doesn't make it through, this account is ruined!

Running now isn't an option... My body is still fatigued. If I run, I definitely can't outrun Cheng Yaojin. I can't dodge him, and I can't escape him... To avoid losing my account, it seems I have no choice but to... Cheng Jun looked up at Cheng Yaojin and said through gritted teeth:

"Father, today when I was reading the Analects, I suddenly realized that I am actually a gentleman!"

Cheng Yaojin was stunned. Before he could understand what he meant, he saw a fist the size of a sandbag coming straight at him!

boom! !

Cheng Yaojin couldn't dodge in time and took a heavy punch to the face. His neck involuntarily jerked back, and he lost his balance, falling to the ground with a thud.

Cheng Chumo and Cheng Chuliang were both stunned for a moment.

Immediately, Cheng Chuliang clapped his hands and exclaimed, "I get it! This is what they mean by 'A wise man does not stand under a dangerous wall'!"

"Pfft!" Cheng Chumo couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Son hitting father, hahahaha..."