Wang Ding stood in the courtyard, looking up at the bright moon. These days, he had lived in seclusion, and finally understood the current situation.
He is the third son of Situ Wangyun of the current dynasty. After being reborn, with such an identity, it stands to reason that he should be content.
Now he has no worries about food and clothing, and he has maids and slaves to serve him.
But if he remembered correctly, the Wang family would be wiped out in the future. How could he be happy about this?
He is not very familiar with the history of the Three Kingdoms.
The only thing that comforted him was that Dong Zhuo was not dead yet and Diao Chan was still in Situ Mansion.
He didn't know the exact time when the Wang family was exterminated, but he knew it was after Dong Zhuo's death.
He still has time.
He, a butterfly, must flap his wings hard to change everything in the future.
He may not care about fame and fortune, but life is precious, so he will continue to enjoy happiness. He will never live a miserable life again.
"But what can I do now?" Wang Ding still felt that he didn't know what to do.
Let him deal with Dong Zhuo and Lu Bu?
He is just a scholar. Although he has practiced swordsmanship, he only exercises his body. He is in no way comparable to those generals and heroes, let alone Lu Bu, who is known as the best in the world.
"Go and convince that cheap dad not to deal with Dong Zhuo?" Wang Ding shook his head.
With the memory of his previous life and the original memory of Wang Ding, Wang Yun is by no means an easily persuaded person.
It is more difficult to convince Wang Yun than to kill Dong Zhuo.
Even if you put a knife on Wang Yun's neck, you can't change Wang Yun's mind.
"Third Young Master, it's cold at night, so be careful of catching the cold." A maid, as beautiful as a flower and with a graceful figure, put a crane cloak on Wang Ding.
"Sister Diao Chan, thank you." Wang Ding looked at Diao Chan's peerless appearance, and he swore that the woman in front of him was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.
The dozens of posters of actresses from various countries that he had posted in his room in his previous life were all inferior to the Diao Chan in front of him.
In the past half month, he was worried that someone would discover something strange about him, so he rarely had contact with people in the mansion.
It was just that her original memory made her shout out Diao Chan's name.
"Is there something bothering you, Third Young Master?" Diao Chan was adopted by Wang Yun in the mansion since she was a child.
In the past few days, it seems that there is a gloom shrouding the mansion. Both the Third Young Master and Master Situ in front of them have frowns.
She is just a singer in the mansion, but she doesn’t know the situation outside.
Wang Ding shook his head: "What can I have to worry about?"
"Diao Chan would like to sing and dance for the Third Young Master to relieve his boredom," Diao Chan said.
Before Wang Ding could say anything, Diao Chan had already taken two steps back and came to the middle of the yard.
With her long sleeves flying and her figure as soft as a bone, even the loose Hanfu cannot conceal Diao Chan’s figure.
Wang Ding looked at Diao Chan's figure. It is undeniable that appreciating beautiful things can make people forget their worries.
The depression for half a year disappeared in Diao Chan’s song.
After the dance ended, Wang Ding praised: "Sister Diao Chan is indeed the most beautiful woman in the world."
Diao Chan, who was just a little out of breath at first, heard Wang Ding's praise, her cheeks were as red as the clouds in the sky, and she said shyly: "The third young master is joking, Diao Chan is just a singer in the mansion, how dare she be called the most beautiful woman in the world."<
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When Diao Chan came to Wang Ding, she felt that the Third Young Master was a little strange. Although the Third Young Master had treated her well in the past, he had never said such disturbing words.
She was adopted by Wang Yun since she was a child, and she is similar in age to Wang Ding. When they were young, the two often played together, but as they got older, they gradually lost their closeness to each other.
"It's late at night, go back to sleep." Wang Ding said.
At this moment, all his worries were forgotten, and he just wanted to have a good sleep.
Anyway, there is still time, I will wake up tomorrow and think of a solution.
He still doesn't believe that he can't crack this chess game.
Tonight was the most comfortable night Wang Ding had ever slept in.
But he also had a strange dream, in which sister Diao Chan sat on his lap.
Wang Ding woke up feeling refreshed in the morning.
The cheap dad has gone out, and the eldest brother and the second brother now have official status, so he is the only one who has nothing to do now.
But Wang Yun is very strict, Wang Ding still has to do homework every day, and Wang Yun often checks.
In the past half month, Wang Ding pretended to be unwell, so that he could skip a lot of homework.
Wang Ding wants to go out for a walk today.
How could he have the time to do his homework?
Chang'an City currently looks relatively prosperous, with people coming and going on the streets, and many doing business and shouting along the streets.
They are all just small businesses, and there are not many types of products, either food or clothing.
On every long street, you can see Xiliang soldiers in twos and threes. Basically, when they see what they want, they just take it without giving a penny.
After walking around, Wang Ding felt very boring.
After all, this is not the colorful world of later generations, and there is no place for entertainment.
After eating a bowl of noodles on the street, Wang Ding returned to his mansion.
Passing by the hall, I discovered that my father had also returned, and there was the sound of a banquet in the hall.
Wang Ding didn't pay much attention to this cheap dad. He could just disappear now, but he had to wait until he figured out a way.
I went straight to the backyard and happened to bump into Diao Chan.
Today, Diao Chan has changed into a red dress and is still so charming.
"Sister Diaochan, where are you going?" Wang Ding asked.
"Third Young Master, Mr. Situ sent me to the front hall to perform a dance for the distinguished guests." Diao Chan said.
"Go." Wang Ding waved his hand.
He doesn't want to see Wang Yun.
Returning to his room, Wang Ding began to think about the future.
Be an official?
Even though he has the knowledge of later generations and is slightly aware of the major events that occurred during the Three Kingdoms period, Wang Ding has no confidence at all in being an official.
He really can't beat those people. Who knows what intrigues those people will use to deal with him.
Moreover, he may not even know when he has offended someone.
Be a businessman?
After walking around Chang'an City today, Wang Ding is still a little confident about this.
But his cheap dad will definitely not agree.
And even if he has become a wealthy man in Chang'an City in the past few years through his merchant methods, he will still have no way to survive if Wang Yun falls.
The more he thought about Wang Ding, the more upset he became. He just wanted to be a salty fish and live his life without any worries.
After shaking his swollen head, Wang Ding wanted to see Sister Diao Chan again.
After walking out of the room, taking a jar of wine, Wang Ding went to the Peony Pavilion in the backyard.
Sitting on the steps, holding a wine jar in one hand and holding his cheek in the other.
Wang Ding was still not used to kneeling and sitting in this era. His legs became numb after a while, but it was still so comfortable.
"Sister Diao Chan, why haven't you come back yet?" Wang Ding threw the empty jar aside.
The alcohol concentration of wine in this era was not high. Even if Wang Ding did not drink much, a jar of it would not make him drunk, but his cheeks would be slightly red.
After a while, Wang Ding finally saw Diao Chan coming.