"Wei Hao beat up the young master of Wei Cong's family again, I guess he'll have to pay compensation again. Ah! Wei Fuhong is really a sinner, giving birth to such an idiot!"

Heard that even Hanzhi got knocked unconscious this time, will he still lose?

"Do you know what? Wei Cong's son brought twenty or thirty people and fought with some fools, including some soldiers from the army, and even brought along his own sons. The fools were just simpletons, fighting with bare hands against so many people. Could he possibly win?"

In Xicheng, Chang'an, people would discuss Wei Fusheng’s son, the only son, Wei Hao (also known as Wei Danzi), and his outrageous deeds over tea and meals.

"Master, Young Master has woken up, but he insists on going back!" a man in charge said to Wei Fucheng, who was sighing in the living room.

Wei Furuong is about 40 years old and has a wealthy appearance with a master's degree.

"Where are you going? That silly pride of yours is back again?" Wei Furen heard this, stood up, and stormed out.

And Wei Hao was now standing on the bed in the room, looking down at the people standing below. Some were male and some were female. The males were all wearing gray-blue uniforms, while the females were wearing blue uniforms.

What baffled Wei Hao was why they were all dressed in long robes. This was obviously ancient clothing! Especially when Wei Hao had just asked them what year it was, and they replied that it was the fourth year of the Zhenguan era, which completely shattered Wei Hao's composure.

"Hey you, still not coming down? You want to get beaten up?" Wei Fu Rong arrived at Wei Hao's room and shouted at him.

"How did you know my name?" Wei Hao was also called "Duanzi" in his past life. He seemed naive and clumsy in doing things, but he was very good at studying.

"I'm your father, how could I not know your name?" Wei Fuhong was furious. This little punk didn't even recognize him anymore.

"Come on, I'm your father! You dare to take advantage of me?" Wei Hao stood there, shouting at Wei Fuhong. Didn't he know what his own father was like? He even came to pretend to be his father?

"You bastard!" Wei Fuhong said, finding the son who was wedging the door, and he was about to go over and hit Wei Hao.

Wei Hao saw that the situation was bad, and immediately jumped out of bed and rushed out the door.

Wei Furen ran after them, holding his son. Wei Hao saw a big tree ahead and immediately leaped upward, scrambling up it very nimbly.

"Whoa, how did I get up here?" Wei Hao stood on a branch, looking down in surprise. Meanwhile, Wei Furong was standing below, holding her son.

"Come down, you fool! You dare run? You dare say I'm your father? Come down, let's have a discussion!" Wei Fuhong pointed at Wei Hao with his finger, threateningly.

“No, what's going on? I'm not dreaming, am I?” Wei Hao felt something was wrong. Because standing on the tree allowed him to see farther, he found that everything in the distance was like this – all short houses with no high-rise buildings. This wasn’t right! Could it be that they were telling the truth? Had he really crossed over time?

"Young Master, come down quickly! The master is about to be angry. Come down quickly!" an attendant next to Wei Hao urged him.

Wei Hao remained unresponsive, still lost in thought about how he could have possibly traveled through time. He was a master's degree graduate from one of the top three universities in the country, specializing in engineering and technology. To celebrate his thesis defense passing, he had gone out for a drink with his classmates, and ended up in ancient times, the Tang Dynasty no less!

"Well then, is this really the year 629 AD? Is it Emperor Taizong Li Shimin ruling?" Wei Hao asked those below him.

"You bastard, you even dare to call His Majesty's name directly? Come down here, I'll beat you to death!" Wei Fusheng was enraged and trembled with anger. He shouted at Wei Hao again, this was simply outrageous! Could ordinary people just call the emperor's name casually?

"Oh my, really? My goodness!" Wei Hao was astonished. He had actually crossed over? He didn't want to cross over at all! Ancient times couldn't compare to the modern world. How could he possibly live without a phone?

"Master, Master, someone has come from Wei Cong's mansion. They're here now and say they wish to discuss matters with the young master!" At this moment, a young servant ran in and spoke to Wei Fuhong.

"You...you, wait for me!" Wei Furu said and immediately carried his son out.

"Master, young master! I cannot take him along!" A steward reminded Wei Fusheng.

Upon hearing this, Wei Furuong casually tossed his child aside.

"Young Master, come down quickly. The master has left. Later we will hide the child." A servant below said to Wei Hao in the tree.

As soon as Wei Hao heard this, he followed the trunk of the tree downwards.

"Master, you can't fight next time, you know that you fighting means the old master has to pay a lot, and we have to pay even more!" The manager said to Wei Hao.

Wei Hao couldn't remember him, nor did he know who he was. However, seeing him taking pictures of the bark on his clothes, Wei Hao thought this person was pretty good.

"Alright, alright, disperse, all of you, disperse. Don't have anything to do, do you?" Then, with a wave of his hand, the head servant dispersed the gathered servants and maidservants who came to watch the commotion. At the same time, he asked Wei Hao, "Young Master, is your head still hurting? You have quite a bump!"

"Bag?" Wei Hao said as he scratched his head.

"Ouch!" The package just on top of his head hurt so much that Wei Hao gasped.

"Damn, who did this? Who? Who dared to hit my head?" Wei Hao was furious. At school, who dared to hit him? He was always the one bullying others!

“Master, don't you remember what happened this morning? You fought with the second young master of the Wei Cong family. Thirty or so people came from their side, and they even brought weapons. You just foolishly charged at them and got beaten up, hitting your head and passing out!” The steward explained to Wei Hao what had happened.

And just then, there was a commotion coming from the front yard. Wei Hao turned his head to look over there.

“The old master probably had an argument with the people at Wei Cong’s residence!” The steward explained to Wei Hao.

As soon as Wei Hao heard this, he wanted to walk over there out of curiosity.

"Hey, young master, you can't go, you can't go!" The manager immediately dragged Wei Hao away. Right now, Wei Hao couldn't appear; otherwise, who knows what would happen.

"What are you afraid of, come on, I'll take you to see the excitement!" Wei Hao said, dragging him forward.

As soon as I reached the front yard, I saw Wei Fuhong and a group of people arguing. Of course, many people were also standing behind Wei Fuhong, helping him out.

"Your son brought twenty or thirty people to beat my son, and they lost. Do you still have the face to come here? Don't think that just because you are a Censor of the Ministry of Civil Appointments I am afraid of you?"

"It wasn't your son who's stupid and clumsy, accusing my son of looking at a child bathing. My son would beat up an idiot!"

"Wasn't this your move first?"

Wei Hao stood a distance away, watching and listening to them talk.

"Oh, you've been arguing for a while now. It's time to just let it go. It's not fun to keep arguing like this. If I were you, I would have given up already!" Wei Hao stood there at first, looking interested, but later on, he found it boring.

"Young Master, how..."

"Here comes Daniu!" At that moment, the people at Wei Cong's residence saw Wei Hao standing behind them watching the commotion and immediately shouted out.

And all the people in Wei Cong's house turned their heads, then turned back and glared angrily at Wei Hao.

"Hey, what are you staring at me for?" Wei Hao looked at them a little puzzled. He hadn't gotten used to his situation yet and didn't know he had traveled to this silly place!

"Boy, you broke my son's tooth with one punch. How are we going to settle this?" Wei Cong pushed through the crowd and slowly walked up to Wei Hao, looking menacingly at him and accusingly questioned him.

"What kind of teeth, I didn't fight anyone!" Wei Hao said instinctively.

"Do you dare to play dumb anymore?" Wei Cong was even angrier when he heard Wei Hao say that. With so many people watching, he still tried to deny it.

"What are you trying to pull? Ugh..." Wei Hao was about to say it wasn't him, but immediately realized it probably was.

"Did I fight?" Wei Hao looked at the person in charge beside him and asked.

"Master, where did the bump on your head come from?" The manager looked at Wei Hao helplessly.

"Oh, how did they do?" Wei Hao pointed at Wei Cong and then asked.

"Yes, it's him..."

"I'll beat you to a pulp first! You dare hit me?" Wei Hao shouted as he punched, landing a blow on Wei Cong's face. Wei Cong was sent sprawling to the ground.

"Oh my God!" After Wei Fuhong saw this, he was almost scared to death.

"Dare to strike our master!" Wei Cong's servants, seeing their master beaten, couldn't stand it and rushed towards Wei Hao. Wei Hao pulled the head servant behind him, then raised his fist and punched them one after another, almost landing a blow with every punch.

“Stop fighting, stop fighting!” Wei Fusheng shouted loudly. The servants in the mansion also rushed over and began to hold onto both sides, especially holding onto Wei Hao, but the two servants couldn’t hold him back. Wei Hao still wanted to rush over and beat the servants who had been held by Wei Cong.

“Damn it, you want to kill me!” Wei Fusheng also rushed over and hugged Wei Hao. Wei Fusheng was very fat, so as soon as he hugged Wei Hao, Wei Hao couldn't move.

"Get out of the way, or I'll kill them! And you dare hit me?" Wei Hao shouted at Wei Fuhong.

"My son, even if you kill them, you'll still be imprisoned! Stop it!" Wei Fucheng was exasperated and scolded Wei Hao.

As soon as Wei Hao heard this, he was stunned. He thought to himself, "Perhaps this person really is the father of this child. If that's true, then I should at least show him some respect."

"They've come to our doorstep, and you don't even dare fight back? Are you such a coward?" Wei Hao still stared at Wei Fuhong and said.

"You, you, drag him to his own yard! No one is allowed out without my order!" Wei Fuhong was furious. The other party wasn't here to fight, they were here to reason with him.

"Master, Master, you're awake. Oh my, how did you spit out a few teeth?" Just then, Wei Cong's servant helped him up, but as Wei Cong spat and dribbled saliva, he also spit out several teeth.

When Wei Fucheng heard this, his head ached. He stared at the servants and told them to quickly drag Wei Hao back home.