Shannam East Province, Gangneung Province. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It is an ancient city located in the hinterland of the south-central part of the empire, and has been a strategic point between the Central Plains and Lingnan since ancient times. As early as the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, it was the capital of Chu, and now it has become one of the five major capitals of the empire.

It was June, and although it had not yet entered the height of summer, Gangneung Province was already shrouded in a sultry heat, and twilight was falling, but the heavy humidity in the air was mixed with the unbearable summer heat, making people feel like they were in a steamer.

As the night deepens, the squares in Jiangling Mansion have been closed, this is the system that the Tang Dynasty has been adhering to since the founding of the People's Republic of China, all the counties and towns in the territory are not only closed after night, but also the gates of the streets, except for the patrolling county soldiers and servants, it is strictly forbidden for ordinary people to move around.

The guards on night duty have begun to routinely patrol the streets of all sizes, and Gangneung Mansion has completely lost the hustle and bustle of the day, replaced by the loneliness after nightfall.

At this time, in a private house in Jieyifang, a young man of about sixteen or seventeen years old was clutching a letter tightly in his hand, his face was full of horror, and his body was soaked in cold sweat.

Behind the boy was a black-clad squire, and judging by the blade he wore at his waist and the way he stood, it was clear that this was a battle-hardened veteran, calm and vigilant.

"Who else has seen this letter?" The boy wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and paced restlessly around the room.

"Except for Shao Langjun, no one has seen it yet!" The squire replied softly.

"Did anyone see you when you came back?" The boy then asked.

"Shaolangjun rest assured, the small one uses the firewood cart as a cover, and no one else will see it!"

The young man breathed a long sigh of relief when he heard this, but his frowning brows never relaxed.

"Aya went out to inspect Caoyun, and it will be three days at the earliest, although I don't know what the purpose of this letter is, but I always feel that it must not be a good thing!" The young man's words were full of anxiety, and he seemed at a loss.

The attendant did not speak, he knew what to say and what not to say, and it was obviously not for him to intervene.

The boy patted his forehead vigorously, as if this would make him more sober.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and suddenly his face was filled with a trace of joy, and he immediately said, "You go and call Liu Hong quickly!" ”

The attendant took the order and disappeared into the night as quickly as a ghost.

A young man of about the same age hurriedly pushed the door in, and the young man randomly glanced at the attendant, who nodded and turned to exit the room, and then quietly stood at the door like a dormant cheetah.

Seeing this, Liu Hong asked, "Yan Heng, what kind of fame are you doing so late?" How did you get to this secret house if you didn't stay in the house? Could it be that you have a crush on a widow again? ”

Yan Heng didn't speak, but handed over the letter.

Liu Hong took it and was instantly stunned after just one glance, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead without surprise.

"This ...... This...... Who wrote this?! What does he want to do? Kill somebody to do away with a witness?! Liu Hong trembled and threw the letter on the ground, as if he was holding a burning coal.

"The person who delivered the letter has been taken down by me, and is locked up in the backyard, I have already asked all the questions I should ask, but I don't know anything about what I want to know! You know, I'm a rough person, it's okay to fight, but I can't do these things! Yan Heng bent down to pick up the letter on the ground, and compared to Liu Hong, he was already too calm at the moment.

"I can't do it either!" Liu Hong said with a sad face.

"Well, you're very self-aware!" Yan Heng nodded and replied, "I know you can't do it, you and I don't have this brain, but there is someone who can!" ”

"Li Zhen?!"

The two said in unison, and they couldn't help but smile with relief on their faces.

......

Following.

In a large mansion in Shun An Fang, a sixteen-year-old boy was curled up on the bed and wailed softly, his body was soaked with sweat and bedding, his still immature facial features were slightly distorted, and his expression was painful.

In the haze, it was a blinding red made of firelight and blood, and there were constant mournful shouts and the sonorous sound of the clash of armor weapons around him, the boy tried to see something clearly, but it was always blurred, followed by a clear sob, sounding like a woman, sad and weird, the boy desperately tried to escape from this place, but was finally grabbed by a pair of dry and thin hands, and then there was endless darkness in front of him, only the sound of horses' hooves galloping in his ears became farther and farther away.

"Let me go...... Don't ......," the boy struggled, shouted, and suffered.

"Shao Lang Jun Mo is not having a nightmare again!?"

A low, slightly hoarse contralto suddenly rang in the boy's ears and pulled him back from his nightmare.

"Phew—that damn dream again!" Perhaps because of that nightmare, the boy's mind was blank at this time, and everything in front of him became both familiar and unfamiliar.

"Li Zhen, yes, my name is Li Zhen, my name is Qingluan, and now it is the sixth year of Datang Huichang!" The boy breathed a sigh of relief, and his memories gradually became clearer.

It's been eight years, and it's been eight years since I came to this world, but sometimes I still can't tell whether all this is real or just a dream of Nanke.

Perhaps in his own world, the boundary between dream and reality has always been so unclear, just like when he crossed into the Tang Dynasty from modern civilization more than a thousand years later, it was like a dream.

Four months ago, Tang Wuzong Li Yan collapsed in the Taihe Hall of Daming Palace in Chang'an, ending his short life of thirty-three years and ending his imperial career of only six years.

On March 26, Li Chen, the then 37-year-old imperial uncle, succeeded to the throne.

After 228 years, the Tang Empire has become stormy after experiencing the "Anshi Rebellion", like a dying old man staggering in the desert, with difficult steps and dangers.

Li Zhen's eyes were closed, and he thought about all this carefully in his heart, for fear that after opening his eyes, he would be in another strange world again, just like he had experienced eight years ago.

"Wake up, Shaolangjun don't pretend to be asleep anymore!"

It was the deep, hoarse contralto again, with a bit of impatience in her tone.

After hearing this, Li Zhen's heart was settled, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

However, when he saw the face that was close to him, the whole person trembled as if he had been electrocuted, and then his body bounced up violently with an "ah", as if he had seen a ghost.

It was a face, like a cake, and it was out-of-print oversized, and the outline of the facial features was like mud thrown against the wall, without a trace of undulation.

Flat, amazingly flat.

I saw that standing next to her bed was an old woman who was nearly sixty years old, born with big shoulders and a round waist, especially the out-of-print oversized Hu Cake face, which was impossible to look at.