Chapter 2: New Identity

  Zhang Wen pretended not to hear. He knew that for the time being, he could only use the simplest and most brutal method to quickly grasp information about this strange and new living environment.

  These past few days have been spent lying in bed, wrestling with the lingering soul that refuses to dissipate, the original owner of this body, and as a result, I remain completely ignorant of the world before my eyes.

  What dynasty is this? Which emperor is in power? What kind of place am I in? And what kind of family is this? What is my position in the family?

  So many problems, if not quickly figured out, can't even get out of the door, otherwise either immediately exposed or committed some deadly taboo and be caught by the government and beheaded. Zhang Wen, although not very educated, has watched a lot of TV dramas. He knows that in any authoritarian society, whether speaking or acting, there are too many taboos to be extremely careful. Saying the wrong words or wearing the wrong clothes can lead to catastrophic consequences.

  Then Zhang Wen finally turned to what he most wanted to ask: "What's my name?"

  Don't even know his own name, it's really embarrassing. This problem must be solved first!

  Zhang Baoxian was taken aback, his big eyes rolled around in a circle, and on that still somewhat childish face, a sly smile naturally appeared: "The honorable name of Wu Lang, how could I dare to utter it lightly?"

  He thought to himself: "Could Wu Lang really not know his own name taboo? He must be just testing my respect for him, I won't fall for it!"

  My god, what a bootlicker! Zhang Wenzuo has seen many people who know how to flatter, but someone like Zhang Bao, so young and yet able to flatter so skillfully, is truly a first.

  Zhang Wen took a light step forward, smiled and patted Zhang Bao's head, saying: "Not bad, Zhang Bao, your flattering skills are not bad. However, you don't know that I've always hated flattery the most?" As he spoke, he kicked out with one foot and kicked Zhang Bao in the body.

  Zhang Bao's body suddenly fell out a few steps, and he stood unsteadily, looking up at the sky before falling to the ground. Fortunately, just as his head was about to hit the ground, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed it against the earth. This quick-thinking move saved him once again.

  "No way! I know martial arts!" Zhang Wen was almost frightened to death: "I don't like kids who only know how to flatter, but I just wanted to teach him a little lesson and show off my simplicity and crudeness. I didn't expect this light kick of mine to have such power!"

  In the past, Zhang Wen was always bullied, and one of the main reasons was that his body was too weak. Even those who were shorter and thinner than him could beat him up. His personality was also weak, so others would naturally bully him instead of someone else. As a result, he had always dreamed of learning martial arts to take revenge on those who had bullied him. Although it's impossible for him to take revenge now that he has traveled through time, since he is in ancient times, martial arts have become even more important, and his desire to learn them has grown stronger.

  However, learning about this good news through someone else's misfortune is, for a kind-hearted person like Zhang Wen, not only joyful but also worrisome: "I hope that Zhang Bao guy doesn't have any problems?"

  Fortunately, Zhang Bao immediately got up as if nothing had happened and returned to his original position. His movements were extremely familiar, and his expression didn't change at all. That small face still wore a faint, ambiguous smile.

  Zhang Wenhui's contempt for the original owner of this body grew even stronger: "What kind of person was he, anyway? His character is really low! This face looks like it's used to being slapped, who knows how many times he's been beaten by that guy?"

  "Give you another chance! Remember, I just want to see if you're used to lying!" Suppressing the excitement of knowing that he would be learning martial arts, Zhang Wen continued to ask about the news.

  Zhang Bao immediately remembered and was overjoyed, hastily saying: "Fifth Brother, your surname is Zhang and your courtesy name is 'Yi Zhi'."

  "Zhang Yizhi?"

  Zhang Wen was slightly surprised, this name seemed to have been heard somewhere before, but for a moment he couldn't remember where. He inadvertently turned his head and saw that the copper mirror in front of him, polished to be spotless and shiny, reflected a face. Although his clothes were disheveled, it was undeniable that this was indeed a handsome guy, if placed in later generations, would absolutely make rich women flock to him.

  Wait, what? Xiao Bai Lian? Mian Shou? No... it can't be, Zhang Yi Zhi? The number one Mian Shou of the Tang Dynasty, Zhang Yi Zhi? The cheap husband of Female Emperor Wu Ze Tian? It should be... hmm, it can't be that coincidental!

  He took a glance at the mirror, and despite his gloomy expression, he still looked incredibly handsome. Zhang Wen was somewhat uncertain. He hastily turned to Zhang Bao and asked, "What dynasty is it now?"

  "Great Zhou!" With two previous car rollovers as a warning, Zhang Bao's answer this time was straightforward and simple.

  "It's not the Great Tang, that's all! Goddamn it, you scared me to death. Next time I have a chance, I'll definitely change this unlucky name. It's not good to share a name with anyone, but sharing a name with the number one pretty boy in the heavenly realm, isn't that ominous?"

  After asking a few questions and having had a fright, Zhang Wen suddenly felt a bit parched, so he pointed to the table over there.

  Zhang Bao was quite clever and didn't say much, he poured a cup of tea and handed it to Zhang Wen with both hands.

  Zhang Wen took it over, lifted the tea cup lid, and suddenly felt a wave of fragrance coming. Zhang Wen was naturally ignorant of the way of tea, but he also immediately understood that this tea was absolutely good tea.

  But for Zhang Wen, good tea and such things are absolutely trivial. The matter of the cow chewing on peonies is a common occurrence for him, and this time he didn't have any exceptional plans. As he "gulped" down a mouthful, he asked again: "Which emperor is currently in power?"

  "The present-day sage surnamed Wu was originally the heavenly empress of the Heavenly Emperor!"

  "Plop——" Zhang Wen's second mouthful of tea had just reached his lips, not yet swallowed, when it suddenly spurted out, and the ceramic cup in his hand also fell to the ground, bursting into its final radiance amidst a brief, ear-piercing "clink".

  "My goodness!" Zhang Wen was a history novice, but having watched a lot of TV, he also knew that the Heavenly Emperor referred to Tang Gaozong Li Zhi, and the Heavenly Empress referred to Wu Zetian, who later became the Empress of Heaven.

  "Am I playing around? After all the fuss, I'm still Zhang Yizhi!"

  Although his heart was racing, Zhang Wen's reaction wasn't slow. He suddenly thought that his loss of composure was abnormal and quickly shifted his gaze: "Damn it, this tea is so hot!"

  Zhang Bao's grievances can be imagined. He had just seen Zhang Wen drink a big mouthful without any image, how could he say it was hot when drinking the second mouthful? Moreover, this tea water is changed by a special nanny at intervals, which is not within his duty!

  He looked at Zhang Wen's furious appearance, who dared to argue, and hurriedly knelt down again, saying: "The little people deserve to die, Fifth Brother spare the little people once!"

  Zhang Wen saw Zhang Bao so frightened, a hint of displeasure arose in his heart, and he quickly dispelled much of his own unease. He hastily said: "Alright, get up and let's talk, we'll continue the game from earlier!"

  Zhang Bao couldn't believe that Zhang Wen didn't punish him, and although he was a bit bewildered, he was mostly overjoyed. He stuttered and said: "Wulang, let me clean up this house first."

  "It doesn't matter!" Zhang Wen said: "You just need to answer the questions well, don't worry about other things!"

  Zhang Baoxin became even more perplexed, and he secretly felt that Wu Lang seemed to be too infatuated with this game that was not fun at all. To think about it, Wu Lang had always been someone with many clever ideas, so why did he suddenly like this boring game? But such doubts, he could only keep deep in his heart, as a servant, they had no room for choice, whatever the master liked, they could only follow suit.

  "What's your brother's name?" Zhang Wen continued to ask.

  "Sixth Brother's name is Chang Zong!"

  Zhang Wen's heart sank to the bottom. He knew that in history, Zhang Yizhi had a younger brother named Zhang Changzong. The reason he asked his younger brother was just to corroborate his identity from the side. Since his current younger brother is Zhang Changzong, who is even more "famous" than himself, then his own identity is undoubtedly confirmed.

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