It was a dark night with dark clouds piling up like mountains. The wind suddenly rose, the thunder shook, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be about to topple, and it rained torrently. Located in the remote countryside, the inn seems to be trapped in this heavy rain, isolated from people, and has become a lonely island. The dim lights that moved with the wind seemed to be bright and extinguished, and the old post man was dressed in a robe, standing alone under the eaves, and suddenly stood up with a little surprise, looking at the end of the post road.

The post road, which was occasionally visited by people during the day, was now empty, and the road was covered with muddy water after pouring rain. However, in the midst of the wind and rain, there seemed to be a light shaking in the distance, moving slowly and with difficulty. I could only hear the neighing of startled horses and the sound of chariots getting closer and closer, and finally a few burly men came on horseback, holding goldfish bags in their hands, which was vaguely in the shape of a fish talisman.

According to the laws of the Tang Dynasty, the fish charm is the identity certificate of the official, and only the high-ranking officials above the fifth grade can get the imperial fish bag. Five-grade clothes are scarlet, and silverfish bags are given; Sanpin clothes purple, with goldfish bags. However, this pavilion is too remote, how have you ever seen a noble person with a goldfish bag? Yiding is just a small country folk who have been on defense for generations, and they have never seen much, so they were so shocked that they almost fell to the ground. Seeing that the appearance of these parts was a little vicious, and his expression was tired, he hurriedly pushed open the somewhat dilapidated courtyard gate, and hurriedly reported to the arrest post.

The post immediately braved the rain to greet him, and soon led several spacious ox carts into the inn. Although the first few cars look simple, they are carved with delicate dragon patterns and phoenix patterns everywhere, and you can smell the faint aroma nearby, which shows its noble luxury that is not visible to the outside.

Catching the post couldn't guess the identity of this nobleman for a while, he saw several subordinates dressed in lily clothes carrying him and carrying the nobleman into the pavilion. Then there were servants and maidservants who were surrounded by them, and they also carried their hated inner dependents in with brims.

The pavilion committee here is really too cramped and dilapidated, and it is very reluctant to even fit the servants and maids of nearly 100 people, let alone entertain nobles. Seeing that the group of servants and maids dressed in silk and silk all showed contempt, as if they had wronged their feet even with their feet, they apologized in fear, lest they would annoy the nobles.

At this time, I heard the inner lady who was sitting on the brim with his hat and resting sighing: "Why bother them, it's just a place to rest, and after a little tidying up, let's stay." And with such a downpour, it is impossible to find another place to spend the night, so don't be picky. What's more, Saburo's wind and cold are getting heavier, and he can't toss anymore. ”

The servants and maids bowed down and agreed, and then cleaned up the pavilion inside and out, and several nobles reluctantly entered the room to rest. The kitchen was only a little vulgar to eat, and the cooks took care of the evening food with simple food ingredients with disgust, and hurriedly served it into the main room. There was also a little maid in the corner who was boiling medicine, and brought the hot bitter medicine soup into the east wing.

The east wing room was silent, and several beautiful maids in the prime of their lives stood in front of the bed. A mother who was already a little old was personally taking care of the patient wrapped in a brocade quilt, with an unconcealable look of anxiety between her eyebrows. Seeing that the medicinal soup was brought over, she personally held the spoon and fed the medicine to the patient.

The patient was a pale-faced young man, about thirteen or fourteen years of age. Even if his face is full of sickness, it can't hide his outstanding appearance. He had only been drenched in some rain a few days ago, and the symptoms of wind and cold had become more and more severe, and the prescriptions prescribed by the accompanying doctors were becoming more and more violent.

If he can drink medicine, he can't say that his condition can be controlled, but at this time, he is sweating in the corners of his forehead, his eyes are closed, his teeth are clenched, and he can't even feed the medicinal soup, how can he get better? Seeing this, Fu's mother, who had taken care of him for many years, couldn't help but burst into tears in her eyes, and cried: "San Langjun should take some medicine!" If something happens to you, how can Your Highness survive in the future? ”

Before she could cry, a beautiful woman who looked no more than thirty years old hurried in with her servants and maidservants, and asked with red eyes, "How is San Lang now?" Seeing her weeping, the beautiful woman was stunned, thinking that the young man was terminally ill, and hurriedly held his slightly cold hand: "Hurry up and call the healer!" Saburo! San Lang, wake up! Don't leave your mother behind! ”

"San Lang!" The choking and crying gradually faded away, and Li Hui only felt that his whole body was loose, as if his soul had come out of his body, and floated into the air. No matter how much reluctance and remorse there is in my heart, it is meaningless to die now. Looking back on his short life, he was imprisoned in a fief and was not free, and he was closely guarded at all times, like a prisoner. I have wasted more than 20 years of time, and there are no pictures and moments worth recalling. Perhaps, death is a relief.

"Saburo! My Saburo! From nowhere, there was a cry that seemed familiar and strange. He looked around blankly, and when he raised his eyes, it was all a white fog, and he didn't know where he was. The fluttering clothes seemed to be hooked by something, which made him unprepared for a while, and he fell down with his head up, and his body immediately became heavy. Fang Cai's fluttering feeling was like a dream, and he was trapped in his body again, unable to move, or even make a sound. Only his eyes seemed to be loosening, so he used all his strength to struggle and suddenly opened his eyes-

What caught my eye was a tearful face, familiar and unfamiliar.

Li Hui's pupils shrank, and he suddenly felt that he should indeed have entered the Netherworld. Otherwise, why did it appear in front of him the face of his mother-in-law, Yan? Since the eldest brother Li Xin attacked the throne of Grandpa, he returned to Chang'an with her, and then she has been moving around with her brother's family. Because she was weak and thoughtful, she contracted the disease for a long time and died in the official residence within a few years. After separation, they never saw each other again until their deaths, which has always been a regret in his heart. Now goodbye, she seems to have returned to the time when her grandfather had not died more than ten years ago, and there was no longer that sorrow in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows that could not be erased-

If it weren't for the fact that both of them were in the underworld, how could they see each other again?

"Saburo has finally woken up!" Seeing him open his eyes, Yan laughed with tears in his eyes, and personally fed him the medicine to drink, "After drinking the medicine, it will be fine, and I can finally rest assured." You child, born a little frail, should not have allowed you to ride a horse in the rain. Now you finally know how powerful you are? Just a cold wind will almost toss you over. For the rest of the journey, you are not allowed to leave the ox cart for half a step. ”

Li Hui drank the medicine in a daze, stared at her blankly, and couldn't react for a while.

Yan thought that he was just sick and tired, and did not suspect him, and after feeding him some white porridge, Fang tucked the corners of the quilt for him, and said softly: "I don't know when this rain will stop, it is good to rest for a while in this pavilion, and it is also convenient for you to recuperate with peace of mind." Is your grandfather in a hurry, how can you continue to rush on such days? I will never allow him to toss you like this, he is not distressed, but I am very distressed! ”

After seeing Yan leave, Li Hui still felt that he was in a dream, but his eyes involuntarily fell on Zhang Fu's mother who was not far away. This Fu mother is Yan's confidant and his nursing mother, who has taken care of him since he was a child, and her affection is very deep. However, shortly after he was married, she died of illness. I haven't seen her for ten years, her eyebrows are still so clear, even her demeanor is very vivid, and there is some joy in her worry.

"San Lang-kun should go to bed early. After drinking the medicinal soup, I can't say that I will get better after sweating. Mother Zhang said that, smiled kindly, put down the bed tent, and whispered a few words to the maids, and then left with peace of mind.

Li Hui listened to the sound outside the bed tent, closed his eyes, but countless questions welled up in his heart: How could the underworld be like this? The medicine he drank and the porridge he drank clearly had a sense of heat, and it didn't look like something out of the world at all. But why is it that Mother and Mother Fu are there? Is this qiē true or false? Is it illusory or illusory? Did you wake up and disappear like a bubble in the morning dew?

After a long time, he still didn't feel sleepy. The sound of rain outside the window rippled, sometimes mixed with the sound of thunder, resounding between the heavens and the earth, as if to shatter all the evil noises. If he was a ghost, he should have felt fear, but there was no fear in his heart. After thinking about it, he raised his hand, looked at his still a little immature palm, groped his thin body, and looked at the familiar red birthmark on his waist through the dim light.

There is no doubt that this body is indeed the one he had when he was young, and there is no doubt that he is indeed Li Hui, the king of Xin'an County—he is now warm, breathing normally, and he is indeed alive.

He should have died of illness, but why did he go back to when he was thirteen or fourteen? Could it be that this was actually a dream he had after his death? Or was it that those things that were confined and monitored were the nightmares he had when he was seriously ill?

But how could he never remember that he had traveled with his mother at this age? Without being summoned, Grandpa was not allowed to leave the fiefdom for half a step, and his mother had never returned to Chang'an to visit relatives for more than ten years. Even if you travel occasionally, you just go to a nearby temple to burn incense and worship Buddha or go to a Taoist temple to make Jiao, how can you live in such a humble post house?

Why do you travel? Where is it going? Why is Grandpa in a hurry?

Could it be that he was instigated by someone of unknown origin, and he had some risky thoughts, and he couldn't wait to fill in the lives of his family? The elder brother is still in Chang'an, and his status is equivalent to that of a proton. Once he behaves abnormally, his brother's life is in danger! How could he act so rashly and without any concern for the consequences?!

Thinking of this, the king of Xin'an County was full of bitterness, and suddenly felt that it was not a happy event to return to the fourteen or fifteen years old again and see many old relatives.