Fang Zheng, who was confused, didn't even remember how he walked into the guest hall.

Everything in front of you is like a dream.

There are paper-painted lanterns of various colors, and wall-mounted oil lamps swaying gently in the wind, making it bright like daytime.

The living room is vast, and several women wearing red and green printed skirts are waving their wide long sleeves and dancing in the venue.

There were three other people sitting next to them, accompanied by the guqin, the flute and the drum.

The dance posture is graceful and the music is blurred.

There was a man sitting on the main seat, with a strong figure and a rich face, a purple and golden crown on his head, a black embroidered arrow sleeve suit, a big red phoenix silk on his waist, and a high boots on his feet, which looked like a wealthy master in a costume TV series.

There are three people sitting on the left.

The man is currently wearing a crane cloak and a Puzi embroidered with cloud geese on his chest. This man is not young, with gray hair and eyes very vivid, but when he looks closely, his expression seems to be a little shocked.

Behind him, there was one person on the left and right.

One is a middle-aged scholar dressed in Shushan, and the other is a burly man in strong outfits.

The three of them sat cross-legged on a mat, each with a small wooden table in front of them, with various wine and dishes.

Behind these three people, there were a few people standing in the shadow of the light, unable to see it in detail.

"Play!"

The person in the main position saw Fang Zheng enter, smiled and patted his hands lightly.

The next moment, the music and music in the venue stopped instantly, and everyone's eyes also looked at it.

"The visitor is a guest, please sit down!"

The owner reached out to the right and signaled that someone brought a mat and a small table, and placed a wine and food.

Fang Zheng said thank you in a daze, and was led down by someone, and he felt like he had lost his soul.

At this moment, his mind was filled with the sound of the past.

"Near Wuqing County, Zhaonan Prefecture, Yongzhou, Great Zhou Dynasty!"

Where is this?

Why did I come here?

...

Travel through time!

These two words were like a bolt of lightning, slashing into his mind.

Fang Zheng has read online articles since he was a child, so he is naturally familiar with time travel, and even has fantasies from time to time.

But when I really encountered it, it was difficult to accept it for a while.

This is probably the so-called Ye Gong Haolong?

I touched the table in front of me, and the dark brown patina was spliced ​​with mortise and tenon structures, without any modern craftsmanship.

The wine on the table is full of ceramic ware, and the four dishes are served in wooden plates. The dishes are not large but very exquisite.

The rafters on the roof, the candles on the left and right, and the clothes and movements of everyone all exuded a pure antique flavor.

"On the other side, where are you from?"

At this time, a muffled shout came from the opposite side.

Fang Zheng raised his head in confusion and opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word.

His spirit is still in panic.

"Where are you talking about?"

The man who spoke was the handsome man opposite. Seeing Fang Zheng's answer, he couldn't help but feel cold and asked again: "At the time when the fall is up, deep mountains and forests, how could you appear here alone?"

This is indeed suspicious, but Fang Zheng was speechless.

"And your hair!"

The man continued to shout, "Why is this? Could it be that the monk who escaped from the temple?"

Fang Zheng subconsciously touched his head and swept to the other people's heads.

Each of them here has long hair, either hang or wrap, all of which are wrapped around the top of their heads and hanging behind them.

He is the only one with a messy short hair, which is particularly unique.

"No answer?"

The man didn't get the answer when he asked twice, and he couldn't help but show his anger on his face. He slapped the table and stood up.

"Can you besides a bandit in this mountain, come here to inquire about the truth and reality of us?"

As he spoke, his strong suit was windless, and his pair of copper bells and tiger eyes glared angrily.

Fang Zheng, who was stared at, felt a chill in his heart, and a chill suddenly rushed straight from his tail spine to the back of his head.

Danger!

This feeling is like when he met a big wolf dog when he was a child, and an uncontrollable panic appeared in his heart.

The two men who had been following him put their hands on the hilt of the knife around their waists.

"Shi Zhuangshi Li!"

The man in the main seat stood up with a chuckling and pressed his hands down: "This guest was dressed in rags when he came. He must have suffered a lot in this forest. How could he be the strong man who is familiar with this place?"

"Sit down, hero."

Then he nodded to Fang Zheng and said, "The guests don't need to panic. No matter where they come from, it is fate that we can gather together today."

He waved, and the maids around the venue came forward and filled everyone with wine.

"Everyone!"

The man raised the wine cup in his hand and signaled to everyone in the venue: "Let us drink this cup full of fate."

"Just Mr. Zhao said it."

The old man wearing a crane cloak on the left also raised his wine glass: "It is indeed a blessing for Wang to meet the official tonight."

"please!"

"please!"

The two raised their glasses and signaled from afar, and the tense atmosphere in the venue also relaxed.

"It is better to have fun than to have fun alone. Don't be idle for everyone here. No matter whether you are high or low, you must eat well today and drink well."

Mr. Zhao put down his wine glass and greeted him with a smile.

The woman who was pouring wine beside her picked up the wine glass and brought the wine to Fang Zheng's eyes with a fragrant fragrance.

"Thank you...thank you."

Fang Zheng thanked him in a panic, took the wine glass and drank it all in one go.

The wine was cold, like a trace of cold air flowing straight into his stomach, but it also shocked him.

Even the fatigue in my body seemed to disappear a little.

This wine...

"Young Master, please!"

Before he could recover, he handed over another glass of wine.

"Thanks."

Fang Zheng thanked again, and after drinking several drinks in a row, he stopped.

Not only him, but others were also enthusiastically persuaded to drink, even those in the shadows were no exception.

The dance music started again, and the atmosphere in the venue gradually became warmer.

From the conversation between several people, Fang Zheng knew that the old man with a crane mattress opposite was the newly appointed magistrate of Wuqing County.

The surname is Wang, who was originally an official in the capital, but because he offended someone in the court, he was sent here to serve.

Not long ago, I met a robber on the road and escaped here with the desperate support of his subordinates.

No wonder the big man just now was so hostile to the other party.

The main person, Mr. Zhao, was a wealthy family in Wuqing County. He spent hundreds of taels of silver to donate an eighth-rank official in his early years.

Although he is just a scattered official, without real or power, he is no longer an ordinary family.

As for Fang Zheng, no one paid attention to him.

He also buried his head in his sacrificing food, while filling his stomach, he took the opportunity to suppress the panic in his heart.

It’s not acting, there is no crew, he really traveled through time!

When he thought that he might never return to his original society and never see his former relatives and friends again, he was not only sad.
To be continued...