When Xie Yang woke up, he suddenly fell off the bed. He groaned and felt a splitting headache. The moment he opened his eyes, his vision was completely black, and the earth seemed to be shaking.

And when his vision became clear again, he finally realized that the earth was indeed shaking, and it was not his imagination.

He was just on a carriage that was swaying forward.

"Master? Are you awake?"

The curtain of the carriage was opened, and the sunlight from outside penetrated, and Xie Yang quickly closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he only saw a man standing in front of him. His back was slightly stooped, he was older, and his face already had some wrinkles. His eyes looked respectful, but also contained a hint of shrewdness and cunning.

"You are..." Xie Yang frowned, still a little confused.

"Oh, Master, did you fall off the bed and hit your head, and you don't even remember me? I am Manager Chen!"

Xie Yang squinted his eyes and said nothing, but he said in his heart: Of course I don't know who you are. This body is not mine. Even if you tell me that you are "Manager Chen", I still don't know who you are.

Know.

"Master," when the steward saw that Xie Yang was silent, he continued, "Now that you're awake, let's have something to eat. I've already brought you breakfast."

Xie Yang glanced at the plate he was holding. There were two white buns and a bowl of white rice porridge. The buns were steaming, but the porridge seemed a little cold.

"Okay, leave the breakfast here and go out first."

Manager Chen nodded, bent over and went out.

Xie Yang looked at his leaving figure with cold eyes, and then, slowly, he got up from the ground. Although Manager Chen spoke respectfully and lowered his eyebrows, he never meant to lift up Xie Yang, who had fallen under the bed.

As if he was used to seeing this situation, he had become indifferent, acting one way on the surface but another way secretly. Xie Yang thought to himself, on the surface, the relationship between the two of them is that of a young master and a steward, but this is a master-servant relationship.

In fact, it has become illusory.

But Xie Yang didn't have much thought about this at the moment. He staggered to his feet and looked around the room.

It seemed as if he had been transported into the body of a rich man. The carriage was spacious and the bed was made of bright silk. There were two silver silk cushions and a small table in the center of the carriage, and there was also a table against the wall on the right.

.

The table was originally used for writing and reading, but it was filled with jars of wine. All of them had been unsealed, and there was probably nothing left inside. In fact, the jars of wine had almost filled the entire carriage.

In addition, there is a wine glass placed on the small table in the middle of the cushions.

Xie Yang finally realized why he felt dizzy and weak at the moment. His current body was obviously a hangover. Not to mention that his mind was not clear, the alcohol was probably mixed into his blood.

. He took a wine jar casually, with four words written on it - "The Prodigal Son Turns Back", a famous southern wine, which has always been known for its powerful wine.

"The prodigal son comes back?" Xie Yang held his forehead, frowned, looked at the wine jars in the carriage, and suddenly remembered an old acquaintance who loved drinking this wine. He subconsciously scanned the entire carriage again, and suddenly found himself in the carriage.

I was lying under the bed and found something shiny.

Xie Yang knelt down and picked up such things, and then he was stunned.

It's a golden sword.

Almost everyone in the world knows that the Jinsha Sword is the sword of Zhang Jiyao of the Zhang family of the royal family. The sword is golden in color and the hilt is made of white jade. The sword is famous for its domineering power. But now, this famous sword is lying on the ground. The foot of a drunken man's bed is deplorable.

As soon as Xie Yang took hold of the sword, his hand immediately shook again, and the golden sword fell to the ground with a clang again. He looked at the gorgeous but messy carriage again, and the room full of prodigal sons turned around, and suddenly he felt a trace of loneliness all over his body. wonderful.

Xie Yang rushed towards the bronze mirror in the carriage and saw his own face: his eyes were a little dull, his cheeks were swollen due to long-term drinking, and his beard was unkempt; but despite this, he could still vaguely see the Jinsha Jianjian's views in the past. The sharpness of Yao Yao comes from: sharp eyebrows, strong and straight nose bridge, lips naturally pursed into a straight line without any effort, and a righteous look on his face, he is a handsome person.

But now, the Zhang Yaoyao in the mirror is no longer Zhang Yaoyao.

The real Zhang Yaoyao is dead.

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The protagonist Xie Yang is the eldest son of the Xie family's Wanghou Mansion. He is extremely talented. Unfortunately, the Wanghou Mansion was burned down overnight by unknown forces a few days ago. It was mentioned in the conversation between Yan Li and Xu Shaosong in the first chapter, but the first chapter is really It’s smelly and long, so I’ll make another note here.
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