Chapter 1

In the morning, the warm sunlight streamed into the room, causing Wu Ming to squint his eyes.

"Achoo..."

He sat up half-way from the bed, stretched lazily, and gazed at the specks of light in the room and the tiny particles of dust floating in the air. He particularly noticed the antique furniture, the intricately carved rosewood bed, and the brocade quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in water, which was a masterpiece of needlework. Suddenly, he shook his head.

"It must be a dream!"

This was Wu Ming's first reaction. His second reaction was: "This ancient dream is so real..."

While thinking, he pinched his cheek and tried to read the inscriptions on the landscape paintings on the walls. His expression suddenly changed, and his right hand dropped unconsciously.

"Ah!"

A low cry of pain came from beside him. On the other side of the mandarin duck embroidered pillow, a beautiful long black hair, like a cloud, spilled out, carrying the unique fragrance of a young girl.

The brocade quilt moved, revealing a delicate oval face with tears still wet on it, looking innocent.

Wu Ming broke out in a cold sweat, a heavy sweat, and a waterfall of sweat...

A very bad premonition instantly hit him. After a moment, he thought for a while, got up calmly, got out of bed, and put on the scattered long pants and blue robe on the ground. He then combed his hair in front of the bronze mirror. Seeing the face of a seemingly sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, he maintained a cold expression and walked out of the door.

The girl on the bed ignored Wu Ming's every move, her face expressionless, her eyes like still water, as if she were a living dead.

Since she was lying on her back, she did not see that after Wu Ming left the room, his cold expression could no longer be maintained, and he fled like a bolt of lightning.

"It's not a dream!"

Wu Ming, dressed in disarray, wandered around the huge courtyard. He saw anciently dressed maids and servants bowing to him, calling him "Young Master Ming," and his heart was filled with a complex and indescribable shock.

"Really in ancient times... Could I have traveled through time?"

As a former literature student who had read countless novels, Wu Ming was not unfamiliar with this scene.

However, novels are one thing, but when it really happens to a person, who can remain calm at the first moment?

"Young Master Ming? What's wrong? Was the young lady Yun not satisfactory last night?"

A fawning voice came, and Wu Ming looked over to see a middle-aged fat man bowing and smiling obsequiously, his fat face full of flattery. He was dressed better than the servants, seemingly a steward.

'This is a typical lackey!'

Wu Ming defined him in his mind. Looking at this person, a familiar feeling suddenly surged in his mind, and he blurted out, "Steward Wu!"

"Your servant is here!"

The chubby Steward Wu instantly straightened his back, looking like a loyal dog: "What does Young Master Ming need?"

He ignored Young Master Ming's disheveled appearance.

Who didn't know? Young Master Ming was the darling of the young mistress, always spoiled, and had done many unconventional things. A little disheveled clothing was nothing. Young Master Ming had done many more shocking things.

Seeing Wu Ming's distracted appearance, he immediately guessed that the young lady had not served him well last night and had some calculations in mind.

"Need?"

Wu Ming calmed down.

He could first confirm that he had indeed traveled through time!!!

Not only had he traveled through time, but the body he was in was not his original one! Although much younger, it was definitely not as handsome as his original self!

Of course, at this moment, whether he was handsome or not was not the issue. If it was discovered that their young master had been replaced, the consequences would be...

Wu Ming instantly imagined all sorts of ancient methods used to deal with heretics, such as pouring boiling oil, sprinkling gold dust, and soaking in a feces pit, and his legs trembled.

'Anyway, I must keep it hidden and not let anyone discover anything wrong!'

With this thought, Wu Ming said a universal cliché: "I'm hungry!"

This was not a lie. This body had done who knows what last night and was now starving.

"Oh! It's my fault! I deserve to die!"

Steward Wu slapped himself, smiling apologetically: "Young Master Ming woke up late today, and the servants forgot to prepare breakfast. I really deserve to be punished! I deserve to be punished!"

In fact, in such a wealthy household, even if one woke up at noon, there would still be a hot breakfast ready. As soon as Wu Ming went out, the maids were ready to serve the dishes.

However, with Wu Ming distracted and wandering around the courtyard, who dared to stop him?

Since ancient times, only servants could be wrong, not the masters. Therefore, the lackey Steward Wu very responsibly blamed the subordinates: "I will prepare it immediately... How about going to the top of Lingfeng Tower? Young Master usually likes to have meals there..."

"Very well, let's go there!"

Wu Ming, who was now lost, naturally agreed.

...

A moment later.

Wu Ming was seated at the top of Lingfeng Tower, staring blankly at the breakfast in front of him.

The main dish was crab roe buns. The Wu family's chef had clearly put in his best effort. The bun skin was translucent, and the bright crab roe inside could be seen faintly, looking like a work of art.

There were also a few exquisite side dishes, fragrant and mouth-watering.

Even the soup was a milky white liquid, slightly sour and sweet, very appetizing.

In short, even in his previous life, Wu Ming would have had to spend a lot of money to enjoy such a breakfast.

But Wu Ming's face was expressionless as he suddenly picked up a crab roe bun.

Whoosh!

A cold wind blew, and Wu Ming suddenly felt the urge to be disheveled in the wind.

This dilapidated tower was drafty on all sides. The wind blew, not only making him feel cold but also cooling all the dishes.

"Bring a brazier!"

The lackey was prepared, presenting a copper brazier with burning charcoal, saving Wu Ming's taste buds.

Otherwise, no matter how delicious the food, unless it was a cold dish, it would lose much of its flavor when cold.

"Very good, you can go now, I need to be alone!"

After eating and drinking to his satisfaction, Wu Ming waved his hand.

Steward Wu, however, had the maids clean up the dishes, bowed, and then slunk away, walking almost silently.

The rules in this large household were indeed very strict.

Wu Ming sat upright, eyes half-closed, as if in deep thought. Suddenly, he stood up and leaned on the railing.

What he saw was a continuous row of buildings, surrounded by a tall, thick wall, forming a small fortress.

The Lingfeng Tower where he was seemed to be the watchtower of this small fortress.

Looking out, the fields outside the fortress were connected by paths, with farmers and oxen working hard. Inside the fortress, smoke rose from time to time, and numerous servants, maids, and dependent families moved about in an orderly manner, like worker ants in an ant nest.

From Wu Ming's perspective, he could only see black heads, really like ants, vivid and interesting.

At this moment, with his sleeves fluttering, Wu Ming had a somewhat ethereal and transcendent appearance.

He also understood why the previous body liked to be here—it was to show off and enjoy the feeling of being high above, like a god looking down on the world.

Thinking of this, Wu Ming couldn't help but give a middle finger to the person who no longer existed.

"Indeed... Is this another world?"

After a long time, Wu Ming收回目光，整理着消化来的记忆，又叹息一声。

这里既不是前世，也不是古代！

虽然前身是个纨绔，但吴明从他的脑海中提取的只言片语，便知道这是一个广阔无垠，又带有神秘力量的世界！

很巧合的是，这个肉身之前也叫吴明，与一个非常疼爱他的姐姐相依为命，除了几个远亲宗族之外，偌大家业居然只有他一个继承人！还没有引起任何外人的觊觎，这实在是一件很不可思议的事情。

记忆中，这一切似乎都与他那个自幼天赋异禀，被收入道院进修的姐姐有很大关系。

不知道为什么，虽然那个姐姐对吴明很是溺爱，但吴明回想有关她的记忆，却又带着隐隐的惧怕。

“唉……幸好她此时在道院潜修，才不至于第一时间露馅，其他的都是下人，还敢质疑我这个主人不成？”

胆气一壮的吴明负手下楼，又见到吴管家等在一边。

“什么事？”

“那个……少爷房中的云小娘……”

吴管家一副欲言又止之色。

“她啊……”

吴明揉了揉太阳穴，不由有些郁闷。

记忆中，这个吴明可是地方一霸，做了不少伤天害理的事情。

而那个云小娘，便是他前身昨夜刚刚抢来的，似乎还有着一个青梅竹马。

说是抢来，也不完全准确，毕竟，云小娘的爹娘在收了吴明的金银之后，倒是相当欢天喜地地将女儿送入门，也不计较名分什么的了。

‘前任这个锅我不背！’

吴明额头浮出黑线，拾起记忆中的语气：“那小娘？爷就大发慈悲，打发她回去，再送点钱帛之物，让她跟那个什么林奇完婚吧！”

“呃？”

吴管家面色错愕：“明少爷你不是早就派人，要去将林奇活活打死么？”

“哦……马上去追鬼手老六，让他赶紧回来！”

吴明一拍脑袋，记忆太多，将这茬几乎忘得一干二净。

这鬼手老六，自然是吴家的护院，很是替原本的吴明做了不少坏事，手下上百条冤魂是开玩笑，但十条人命却是少不了……

“报！”

此时，一条精壮大汉却飞快跑来，面色惊惶道：“明少爷，不好啦，鬼手老六被林奇打死啦！”

“怎么回事？此人不是传说中的废柴么？怎么打得过鬼手老六”吴管家的眉头皱起。

但吴明却是脑袋轰然一响，仿佛一道雷电划过，有了某种不好的预感：

“难道我穿成了前世小说中，专门欺男霸女，给男主角刷经验的反派？天呐！这剧本不对啊！”

收回目光，整理着消化来的记忆，又叹息一声。

这里既不是前世，也不是古代！

虽然前身是个纨绔，但吴明从他的脑海中提取的只言片语，便知道这是一个广阔无垠，又带有神秘力量的世界！

很巧合的是，这个肉身之前也叫吴明，与一个非常疼爱他的姐姐相依为命，除了几个远亲宗族之外，偌大家业居然只有他一个继承人！还没有引起任何外人的觊觎，这实在是一件很不可思议的事情。

记忆中，这一切似乎都与他那个自幼天赋异禀，被收入道院进修的姐姐有很大关系。

不知道为什么，虽然那个姐姐对吴明很是溺爱，但吴明回想有关她的记忆，却又带着隐隐的惧怕。

“唉……幸好她此时在道院潜修，才不至于第一时间露馅，其他的都是下人，还敢质疑我这个主人不成？”

鼓足勇气的吴明负手下楼，又见到吴管家等在一边。

“什么事？”

“那个……少爷房中的云小娘……”

吴管家一副欲言又止之色。

“她啊……”

吴明揉了揉太阳穴，不由有些郁闷。

记忆中，这个吴明可是地方一霸，做了不少伤天害理的事情。

而那个云小娘，便是他前身昨夜刚刚抢来的，似乎还有着一个青梅竹马。

说是抢来，也不完全准确，毕竟，云小娘的爹娘在收了吴明的金银之后，倒是相当欢天喜地地将女儿送入门，也不计较名分什么的了。

‘前任这个锅我不背！’

吴明额头浮出黑线，拾起记忆中的语气：“那小娘？爷就大发慈悲，打发她回去，再送点钱帛之物，让她跟那个什么林奇完婚吧！”

“呃？”

吴管家面色错愕：“明少爷你不是早就派人，要去将林奇活活打死么？”

“哦……马上去追鬼手老六，让他赶紧回来！”

吴明一拍脑袋，记忆太多，将这茬几乎忘得一干二净。

这鬼手老六，自然是吴家的护院，很是替原本的吴明做了不少坏事，手下上百条冤魂是开玩笑，但十条人命却是少不了……

“报！”

此时，一条精壮大汉却飞快跑来，面色惊惶道：“明少爷，不好啦，鬼手老六被林奇打死啦！”

“怎么回事？此人不是传说中的废柴么？怎么打得过鬼手老六”吴管家的眉头皱起。

但吴明却是脑袋轰然一响，仿佛一道雷电划过，有了某种不好的预感：

“难道我穿成了前世小说中，专门欺男霸女，给男主角刷经验的反派？天呐！这剧本不对啊！”

收回目光，整理着消化来的记忆，又叹息一声。

这里既不是前世，也不是古代！

虽然前身是个纨绔，但吴明从他的脑海中提取的只言片语，便知道这是一个广阔无垠，又带有神秘力量的世界！

很巧合的是，这个肉身之前也叫吴明，与一个非常疼爱他的姐姐相依为命，除了几个远亲宗族之外，偌大家业居然只有他一个继承人！还没有引起任何外人的觊觎，这实在是一件很不可思议的事情。

记忆中，这一切似乎都与他那个自幼天赋异禀，被收入道院进修的姐姐有很大关系。

不知道为什么，虽然那个姐姐对吴明很是溺爱，但吴明回想有关她的记忆，却又带着隐隐的惧怕。

“唉……幸好她此时在道院潜修，才不至于第一时间露馅，其他的都是下人，还敢质疑我这个主人不成？”

鼓足勇气的吴明负手下楼，又见到吴管家等在一边。

“什么事？”

“那个……少爷房中的云小娘……”

吴管家一副欲言又止之色。

“她啊……”

吴明揉了揉太阳穴，不由有些郁闷。

记忆中，这个吴明可是地方一霸，做了不少伤天害理的事情。

而那个云小娘，便是他前身昨夜刚刚抢来的，似乎还有着一个青梅竹马。

说是抢来，也不完全准确，毕竟，云小娘的爹娘在收了吴明的金银之后，倒是相当欢天喜地地将女儿送入门，也不计较名分什么的了。

‘前任这个锅我不背！’

吴明额头浮出黑线，拾起记忆中的语气：“那小娘？爷就大发慈悲，打发她回去，再送点钱帛之物，让她跟那个什么林奇完婚吧！”

“呃？”

吴管家面色错愕：“明少爷你不是早就派人，要去将林奇活活打死么？”

“哦……马上去追鬼手老六，让他赶紧回来！”

吴明一拍脑袋，记忆太多，将这茬几乎忘得一干二净。

这鬼手老六，自然是吴家的护院，很是替原本的吴明做了不少坏事，手下上百条冤魂是开玩笑，但十条人命却是少不了……

“报！”

此时，一条精壮大汉却飞快跑来，面色惊惶道：“明少爷，不好啦，鬼手老六被林奇打死啦！”

“怎么回事？此人不是传说中的废柴么？怎么打得过鬼手老六”吴管家的眉头皱起。

但吴明却是脑袋轰然一响，仿佛一道雷电划过，有了某种不好的预感：

“难道我穿成了前世小说中，专门欺男霸女，给男主角刷经验的反派？天呐！这剧本不对啊！”

收回目光，整理着消化来的记忆，又叹息一声。

这里既不是前世，也不是古代！