Chapter 1: It turns out he was a Western Selection Officer ()

"What's wrong with me? Is this there?"

As the headache was so ripped, Feng Xiang gradually opened his eyes. After familiarizing himself with the long-lost light, Feng Xiang struggled to raise his head. What he could see was an antique medium-sized room. The coffee tables, seats, flower stands and other furniture arrangements in the room were also very obvious in the Ming and Qing dynasties. Feng Xiang was puzzled at first, thinking that I seemed to be hit by a car while passing through the street outside the gate of Hengdian Film and Television City. What happened next? Where am I now?

Feng Xiang was indeed confused. As a top student in the Department of Chemical Engineering of Zhejiang University, this morning he and a group of classmates went to Hengdian Film and Television City in Dongyang to visit two attractions. After spending more than 100 yuan to visit two attractions, and took a lot of photos with a cheap low-end digital camera. The students who were not in full pocket ended the visit and began to withdraw their troops and return to the camp to return to school. But just as he left Hengdian Film and Television City crossing the road, a car running a red light suddenly rushed over. Feng Xiang, who had the chance to avoid the front of the car, pushed a classmate who had no time to react. As a result, the classmate was pushed away by Feng Xiang. Feng Xiang himself was hit by the car head-on and flew into the air. Then Feng Xiang knew nothing.

When Feng Xiang recalled this, he suddenly felt moved, thinking that I was knocked out by a car and sent to the film and television city by his classmates? But it was wrong. If I was knocked out, Lao Sun and the others should send me to the hospital for emergency treatment? Why are I sent to the film and television city? There is no doctor here? Besides, does this film and television city also have an emergency room? But even if there is, there is no medical equipment here?

"Old Sun, Lao Sun, Ao Dabao, Ao Dabao." Despite his stomach full of questions, Feng Xiang still called out the names of the students, wanting to ask the students what happened. Fortunately, Feng Xiang's shouting was quickly responded. The carved door of the room was pushed open with a creaking sound. A young man in his twenties walked into the door, holding a wooden plate in his hand and a medicine bowl on it. After closer inspection of the young man's outfit, Feng Xiang opened his mouth wide, and was so surprised that he even forgot the severe headache!

Feng Xiang was surprised for a reason. The young man who came in with the medicine bowl was not only not one of Feng Xiang's classmates. Although he was pretty handsome, his temperament was so vulgar no matter how he looked at it. What surprised Feng Xiang the most was that the young man in front of him was actually wearing a rat-tailed braid with a money-tailed braid - that is, his whole head was naked, and there was only a small braid not much thicker than the rat's tail in the middle of his head! In shock, Feng Xiang blurted out: "I said, buddy, you are too dedicated, are you? In order to make a few lunch boxes in order to make movies and TV series, you will make your hair like this, aren't you afraid that your girlfriend will kick you?"

"Mr. Feng, what did you say?" The young man with a rat-tailed money was more surprised than Feng Xiang. He asked in an authentic Yunnan accent: "What box lunch? What girlfriend kicked me?"

"Master Feng?" Feng Xiang was even more confused. He thought that my surname was Feng (Feng), but he had never called me what Master Feng? After thinking about this, Feng Xiang suddenly remembered another thing again. The shameless Qing Palace dramas in China are emerging one after another. However, in order to cover up the invaders of alien races, the characters in the Qing Palace dramas and Qing Palace dramas were wearing big braids that appeared in the middle and late stages of the Divine Whip. There was no brainless Qing Palace drama to restore the real history and let the Han people enslaved and oppressed by alien races put on the real rat tail of money - what wasn't that smearing the face of the Divine Whip? Thinking of this, Feng Xiang couldn't help but scream, "Who are you? How do you wear such braids? Is this? How can I be here?"

"Master Feng, did you fall off the horse and break your head?" The young man with money rat tail was very nervous. He quickly came over and put the medicine bowl down. While touching Feng Xiang's forehead, he said, "Master Feng, are you uncomfortable there? Do you still remember me? I am Erlang, I am your servant Xiao Erlang, you can't even remember me?"

"Erlang? My servant Xiao Erlang?" Feng Xiang became more and more confused as he heard it. He was confused by the words of the money-tailed young man who claimed to be Erlang, and he also felt that Erlang was very friendly. Not only was his name friendly, but he was also very friendly, just like his family who was too familiar to him. What surprised Feng Xiang even more was that Xiao Erlang clearly spoke an authentic Yunnan accent, but he didn't feel any dialect obstacles, just as if he had been familiar with this accent since he was a child? Thinking of this, Feng Xiang's body was shocked and suddenly remembered a big thing - what he said just now seemed to have an authentic Yunnan accent?!

"I..., who am I? Where am I?" A series of strange things came, Feng Xiang's head, which was already in a split pain, almost exploded with pain. He jumped from the bed, hugged his head and jumped, shouting, "Tell me, who am I? Why do I speak Yunnan dialect? Where is this? Where are my classmates?!"

"Mr. Feng, what's wrong with you? What's wrong?" Feng Xiang hugged his head and jumped and frightened Xiao Erlang. Xiao Erlang quickly hugged Feng Xiang and said repeatedly: "Mr. Feng, be careful, be careful not to fall. Oh no, did the doctor just said that, "Mr. Feng, you fell off the horse and you may not remember the past for a while. Young Master Feng, don't be afraid. Young Master Feng, tell you that your name is Lu Yifeng, you are from Dali, Yunnan, and you are about to become the county magistrate of Qujing. This is Kunming. We are here to pay homage to King Pingxi, and then we will go to the capital to meet Emperor Kangxi. We will take office when we come back. By the way, when you are entering the city, you accidentally fell off your horse and fell down. There was a small problem in your head, but it doesn't matter. The doctor said that he just forgot about the past for the time being, and it won't take long to get better."

"Lu Yifeng? Kunming? Qujing County Grand Master? Pingxi King? Emperor Kangxi?" Feng Xiang was really stunned. He didn't understand what Xiao Erlang was saying. Seeing Feng Xiang stop and shouting, Xiao Erlang breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly pulled Feng Xiang onto the bed and said, "Master Feng, don't be anxious. Lying down and drinking medicine first. The younger one will go and ask someone to hire a doctor immediately. You won't have any trouble."

"What time is now?" Feng Xiang suddenly grabbed Xiao Erlang's collar and asked nervously. Xiao Erlang did not dare to continue to stimulate Feng Xiang, but answered truthfully: "Young Master Feng, today is the Double Ninth Festival on the ninth day of the 6th year of Kangxi in the Qing Dynasty." After thinking about it, Xiao Erlang added, "The afternoon Shen Shi has just passed, and it's almost time for Shen Shi Shi Shi has come."

"Double Ninth Festival on the ninth day of the ninth month of the sixth year of Kangxi?" Feng Xiang could hardly believe his ears, stared at Xiao Erlang's eyes, trying to find a flaw in Xiao Erlang's eyes, and murmured: "Impossible, Impossible, I must be kidding! How could I go to the ninth day of the ninth month of the sixth year of Kangxi on the divine whip? I was obviously in 2012..."

"Get the mirror!" As she thought about it, Feng Xiang subconsciously touched his naked forehead. His body shook and immediately shouted, "Get the mirror quickly! Quickly! I want to see what I look like!"

"Yes, yes." Xiao Erlang was also afraid of Feng Xiang's trouble. He quickly ran to the table and picked up a bronze mirror in a work-like inn and held it in front of Feng Xiang. Feng Xiang couldn't wait to snatch it. When he looked at himself, Feng Xiang immediately collapsed on the ground. In the bronze mirror that was not very clear, what appeared was Feng Xiang's previous handsome face, black and thin, but a white and fat face. At the age of 25 or 26, he was naked on his forehead, and there was also a small braid on his head that was not much thicker than a rat's tail...

"God, you are playing with me!" Feng Xiang screamed like a pig killer, "I know that I hate traitors the most and the most, why did I become a Qing Dynasty person? I still have such an ugly pig tail?! God, I hate you-!" With a heartfelt scream, Feng Xiang fell to the ground and fell into a coma again...

Although Feng Xiang could not accept it, the fact is the fact. After waking up again by the doctor and servant, through detailed observation of the characters, scenery and architecture, Feng Xiang finally realized that he had become a glorious member among hundreds of time travelers. From outside the Hengdian Film and Television City in Dongyang in 2012, he ran to Kunming City in Yunnan in 1667 AD, and possessed a candidate county magistrate named Lu Yifeng. After understanding this, Feng Xiang couldn't help but ask Xiao Erlang, a loyal servant who was to Lu Yifeng, "Erlang, was I a Jinshi or Juren who passed the exam that year? Why can't I remember it at all?"

"Master Feng, you are really confused." Xiao Erlang sighed and replied honestly: "Master Feng, you are rude. You have never taken the Juren, nor have you ever taken the Jinshi. The scholar has not passed the exam for five years. It was the Dali Prefecture Academy last year. There were only nine people who took the exam, including Master Feng, you, but King Pingxi wanted to get ten scholars from the Dali Prefecture. Master Xuedao has no choice but to find your exam paper from the abandoned papers.... Master Feng, you... you passed the scholar."

"What? I am a scholar?" Feng Xiang was stunned and couldn't help asking again: "Since I am just a scholar, how did I become the alternate magistrate of Qujing?"

"Young Master, you have passed the way of the second prince of Pingxi, and gave Wu Yingqi five thousand taels of silver. The second prince then got you a candidate magistrate." Xiao Erlang gritted his teeth and replied in a low voice. Seeing Feng Xiang's face was not good, Xiao Erlang quickly added, "But Mr. Feng, don't be anxious. You didn't fall off your horse and ruin your head before, saying that the official appointed by the Prince of Pingxi was called Xixuanguan. Like the officials appointed by the Qing court, they were more popular in the three provinces of Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan than the officials sent by the court. Even Aobai, Ao Xiang, had to look at the other three points! So as long as the Prince of Pingxi agreed to let you be the magistrate of Qujing County, you will be the magistrate of Qujing County that cannot be beaten."

"So I am the Western Selection Officer." Feng Xiang suddenly realized. After a long silence, Feng Xiang sighed in his heart: "Come on, come on. Since it is the sixth year of Kangxi, the big traitor Wu Sangui and the big bearded treacherous minister Aobai should not die yet. There are still many variables in the Braids' Attack. I still have a chance to cut off the pig's tail." After sighing, Feng Xiang showed a smile on the corner of his white and fat face, and he whispered in his heart: "From now on, I will be called Lu Yifeng. Xixian Selection Officer, Lu Yifeng."
Chapter completed!