Fortunate Young Gentleman

"It's been several hours, why haven't you woke up yet?"

"Hey, how pitiful. Miss Tang originally wanted to hit the man named Dong, but she accidentally hit the wrong uncle who was passing by..."

"Why were you passing by? I was upstairs and saw clearly that my uncle had fallen to the ground, and he was still holding the hydrangea tightly. He let those people punch and kick him and refused to let go..."

"My uncle must like the young lady very much. He doesn't want the young lady to marry someone named Dong, and he doesn't want the young lady to jump into a pit of fire. That's why he did that..."

"Of course, people who like young ladies in Lingzhou City can line up from here to the city gate!"

…

In Zhong Mansion, several maids and servants gathered in the courtyard, talking quietly, and occasionally glancing at a door somewhere.

A little further away, a middle-aged man with a fair face stood in the corridor, looking at the beautiful woman beside him, and said angrily: "How can you make such a big decision about throwing hydrangeas to attract a bride?"

The Qingli woman smiled and said, "It's better to marry someone than to be pestered by someone all the time."

"But you can't..." The middle-aged man opened his mouth, but didn't say anything else. Finally, he sighed, "I'm sorry for you, dad..."

The woman raised her face, smiled again, and said, "Dad, it's okay. My daughter is a married woman now. Governor Dong will not use this matter to embarrass you in the future."

"This marriage..., I don't agree with it!" A trace of firmness appeared on the middle-aged man's face, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Although dad is not as good as Dong, he is still a county magistrate, and he gets a salary from the court. He doesn't Dare to go too far..."

Before he finished speaking, a maid ran over and said in a panic: "Master, Miss, my uncle is awake, my uncle is awake!"

…

When Tang Ning opened her eyes, there was still a dull pain in her head and her consciousness was a little blurry.

"It's over, it's time to sit and stand!" He sat up from the bed suddenly.

boom!

There was severe pain on his forehead again. He covered his forehead and looked at the woman in a green dress opposite who also covered her forehead and glared at him, frozen in place.

An antique room with a group of people in ancient costumes and clothes...

It wasn't a dream. The little beggar who saved him, the bun stuffed with cabbage, and this strange ancient world - they were all not a dream!

"Where's my stuff!" He seemed to remember something and began to look around. When he saw that the "murder weapon" was still held tightly in his arms, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the evidence was not lost.

Only now did he have time to carefully look at the object that hit him. It was a ball-shaped object, wrapped in red silk on the outside, and solid on the inside. He squeezed it. It was very hard and heavy. It was probably a stone. .

Fortunately, there was a layer of silk outside, otherwise he wouldn't have been knocked unconscious.

He was holding the "violent weapon" and was about to ask who had smashed him just now. A girl ran over and said happily: "Uncle, you're awake!"

"Don't get close to me, I don't know you..." Tangning waved her hand, "Let me tell you, there are witnesses and physical evidence... Wait, what did you call me just now?"

"Uncle!" The girl looked at him and said with a smile: "My uncle took the hydrangea from the young lady. He is the uncle of the Zhong family. We all saw it. In order to prevent the young lady from marrying someone named Dong, the uncle held the hydrangea and died. Don’t even let go…”

"Wait a minute..."

Tangning's mind was a little messed up and he needed to sort it out.

Miss, throw the hydrangea ------uncle?

Did he catch the hydrangea thrown by the Miss Zhong family and become the uncle of the Zhong family?

But------Tang Ning lowered her head and looked at the thing in her hand. Is this thing a hydrangea?

Have you ever stuffed hydrangeas with stones?

And is that throwing, that is smashing!

What's more, who knows what the Miss Zhong family looks like? If she is a strange woman who weighs more than 200 pounds and is not obviously beautiful, she can't get married and she only plays this trick of throwing embroidery balls to attract brides. She specializes in deceiving honest people. He is the only one. This physique can’t stand it!

Tang Ning still thought it was a good deal to let them pay some money.

While he was stunned, there was another commotion in the room.

A young woman walked in from the outside, walked to the bedside, and said softly: "You can rest in peace and recuperate first, and we can wait until later to talk about getting married."

The woman in front of him was very beautiful. She was dressed in ancient costume and had the aura of a traditional Chinese beauty. She was like the beauties in ancient costumes in later movies and TV dramas who came out of the TV and stood in front of him. It even gave him a very strange feeling. Real feeling.

However, this has nothing to do with him!

It wasn't her who got married to him, but the Miss Zhong family whom he had never met before. No matter how good-looking she was, it didn't matter. They were not relatives. Why should they listen to her? Tang Ning still felt that it would be better for them to pay for it.

He spoke again: "Well, you smashed me..."

The beautiful woman looked at him and asked softly: "Ms. sir, what do you think?"

"..."

Tangning was a little confused.

The gap between reality and his imagination was a bit big. He finally calmed down, looked at the woman, and asked: "Are you... Miss Zhong?"

When the Qingli woman heard this, her expression was a little confused, "You, you don't know me?"

It's true that Tang Ning didn't know her. To be honest, he didn't even know himself, let alone Miss Zhong.

The woman looked at him, a little confused and a little surprised, "Then, why did you appear under the embroidery building, and why did you hold the hydrangea and not let go?"

Of course, Tang Ning had to hold on to the hydrangea and not let go. It was a murder weapon and evidence. If he let go, he wouldn't even be able to eat the steamed stuffed buns stuffed with cabbage in the afternoon. He was still expecting the murderer to pay compensation...

As for why he appeared under the embroidery building, how did he know that this ghost place would be smashed by people even if he was walking on the street? He also wanted to ask others, he just slept on the bus, why did he sleep here!

Seeing the confused expression on Tang Ning's face, the Qingli woman seemed to have thought of something. A trace of panic flashed across her pretty face, and she asked tentatively: "You..., do you know your name?"

"Of course I know!" Tangning hugged the hydrangea and said, "My name is..."

The expression on his face was stunned.

He seems to really not know the name of his current body, his identity, and where his home is...

If you tell nonsense, will you be regarded as a ghost and be buried alive?

Tangning scratched her head and looked confused: "Me, what is my name?"

The Qingli woman's expression was unbelievable. Among the crowd, the woman in the green dress turned pale instantly. She ran out of the room and said loudly: "Doctor, call the doctor quickly..."

…

In the room, a white-haired old man stroked his beard and said: "Miss Zhong, Miss Tang, this young master must have suffered a severe brain injury, which caused him to lose his memory and forget the past, which is the so-called " Aphansia"."

The Qingli woman looked confused and a little at a loss. The woman in the green dress beside her hurriedly asked: "Doctor, can he still be saved?"

The old man shook his head and said: "I have only seen records about "lost soul syndrome" in ancient books. This is the first time I have encountered it. I can only help him prescribe some prescriptions to soothe his mind and nourish his energy. I hope it will have some effect. As for When can he remember, maybe tomorrow, maybe forever, it depends on his luck..."

The woman in the green dress leaned on the chair, her face even paler.

Tang Ning sat on the edge of the bed, feeling like she was on a porcelain.

This made him feel a little guilty, but he couldn't tell them that he came from another world, but he didn't get God's blessing. He didn't give him the system and the golden finger, and he didn't even give him the memory. he……

In that case, it is not apathy, but apathy.

Beside him, a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old looked at him with sympathetic eyes and said: "Uncle, you must have liked the lady very much before. Have you forgotten that when you were on the street, you snatched the hydrangea?" , hugging you tightly, no matter how hard those people beat you, you won’t let go..."

Someone next to me immediately said, "Yes, uncle, you definitely don't want your young lady to marry that beast named Dong!"

"Uncle, please remember it quickly!"

…

Tangning was still holding the hydrangea in her arms. Seeing the moved people beside the bed, several girls even shed tears.

He wiped his eyes and said it was true. He almost believed it himself...

He looked at Miss Zhong. Although she was indeed very beautiful, she was not inferior to the so-called ancient costume goddesses of later generations, and her temperament was even better. If she had such a wife...

But he has to find a way to go back. He can't stay here all his life. He hasn't been in love yet, hasn't married a wife yet, and hasn't...

It seems like something is not quite right.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

Tang Ning stood up, walked to Miss Zhong, and said, "This girl..., I, I really don't know you. If you hurt me, just pay ten taels of silver and I'll leave right away. I promise." I won’t bother you anymore.”

"No!" Before Miss Zhong could speak, the woman in the green dress beside him stood up and said decisively.

She, Tang Yaoyao, is responsible for everything she does. She sewed the stones inside the hydrangea and smashed the hydrangea. The guy in front of her now has amnesia and looks like an idiot. If something happens when he goes out, wouldn't it be her fault?

Tang Ning's eyes widened and she thought that although ten taels of silver was a lot in any dynasty, the silver ingots they just gave to the doctor might have been several taels. Looking at the decoration of this room, he must belong to a wealthy family.

He was in such a miserable state, yet he didn't even give him ten taels of silver?

"There are all the witnesses and evidence!" He hugged the hydrangea in his arms tightly and said solemnly: "I tell you, today's matter cannot be solved without ten taels of silver! If you don't give it to me, go to the county government to complain..."

Tangning noticed that after he said these words, their expressions were a little strange.

Could it be that he was scared by himself?

"Who wants to go to the county government to complain?" A deep voice came from outside the door.

A middle-aged man walked in from outside, looked at Tangning, and asked, "Do you want to complain?"

Tangning nodded firmly.

The middle-aged man looked at him and asked, "What grievances do you have?"

Tangning asked tentatively, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man said calmly: "I am the magistrate of this county."

Unexpectedly, this matter even alerted the county magistrate. Tangning still didn't want to make the matter a big deal, so she planned to keep it private with the Zhong family first.

He looked at the Qingli woman, who looked back at the middle-aged man, shook her head slightly, "Dad..."

Tangning looked at her and then at the man who claimed to be the county magistrate. She opened her mouth and said, "Dad?"

"There's no need to change your mind so early." The middle-aged man glanced at him and waved to the two cadres behind him: "My uncle is injured, take him back to his room to rest first..."