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Lin Hao stood before a solid stone arch bridge, facing the intoxicating spring breeze. He looked at the farmers working diligently on both sides of the river and the women picking mulberry leaves, but his eyes were filled with melancholy.,But after all, that was just theory. In reality, he had just locked the bathroom door with a click when an accident occurred, and he found himself transported to the Ming Dynasty during the Jiajing reign. Now, he stood dumbfounded on this bridge, full of historical charm, gazing at the flowing river...,As for Qu's thoughts, they were purer than ever. His mind was almost filled with the scriptures of saints and sages; even now, he could "recite from memory" hundreds of brilliant articles and flawlessly recite the Four Books and Five Classics backward.。