On May 13, 1640, the rain was pouring down, and it was ten miles outside the city of Suzhou

Click! Click!

Two sturdy horses galloped on the rain-soaked official road, splashing with water every time they took a step. If Bole is alive, he will also sigh that it is extraordinary, if there is a border army sentry here, he will definitely recognize that this horse is a good horse in ten miles, and a fight with the Tartar horse outside the Saiwai.

Two Ming sentry horses, wearing dark hats, wearing a pair of armor, holding the horse rope tightly, seemed to have a trace of perseverance, galloping towards the city of Suzhou ten miles away.

In the city of Suzhou, the Li family compound, the west wing.

"Second Young Master, the matter of the eldest young master has been completed, just waiting for your order." A man who looked like a small guy was kneeling outside the door of the wing, with a little mud on his body.

There were a few coughs in the room, and after a while, there was a clanging sound of scraping teacups near the door, "I know, you can do it." ”

"Yes." The little guy looked around at no one nearby, wiped a handful of rain on his face, the rain splashed on the doorpost, leaving a few marks, the little guy frowned, looked at the sky, the thick dark clouds revealed a trace of red light, under the cover of the rain, quickly left the wing.

East Wing.

"The old lady has arrived!"

The door of the east wing was pushed open by two male servants, and an old lady in a gold silk brocade robe, wearing her white temples, trembling, walked into the east wing room with the support of two gorgeously dressed maids.

"How's my grandson?" As soon as she entered the east wing, the old lady only looked at the eldest son of the Li family who was lying on the bed, and asked softly, "Langzhong, is my grandson okay?" ”

"Back to the old lady, I heard that the son was hit by the heavenly fire, but the contemptible person did not notice the flesh injury, but the condition was wrong?" A white-bearded old man with a square scarf saluted the old woman.

"Grandma, it's true, I saw Brother Yong'er with my own eyes...... Oh no! Big brother, he was hit by a blue sky fire, and he still hasn't woken up. A young girl standing on the couch shouted, her eyes revealing a hint of horror, as if it had happened again in front of her eyes.

"Why are you here? What kind of system? Someone took the young lady back to her room. The old lady only glanced at Li Qin, then walked straight to the side of the couch, and without saying anything, she beckoned a few maids to carry Li Qin out.

The door of the wing room was shut, and only two maids and a langzhong, the old lady and his grandson were left in the room.

"Old lady, forgive me...... Speaking of this, Lang Zhong looked at the two maids vigilantly, and the old lady understood what he meant, and beckoned the two maids to go out first.

"Lao Langzhong, but it doesn't hurt to say it." The old lady, looking a little anxious, grabbed the silk silk in her hand.

"Old lady, according to what you can see below, the heavenly fire in this young lady's mouth may not be the heavenly fire." After that, the old man stroked his beard, but the beard seemed to move unnaturally, but it did not attract the attention of the old lady.

"Oh? What's that?" When she heard that it was not a heavenly fire, the old lady felt that the burden in her heart was a little lighter.

"Don't worry, old lady, it's not a natural fire, but I think what Miss said is true, the recent rainstorm has not stopped, and the red moon is ......in the sky."

Before she could finish speaking, the old lady's eyes widened! The mood fell to the bottom again, and I didn't realize that my nails were embedded in my hands.

"My grandson...... Possessed?"

On May 13, 1640, Wujiang, Gui'an and other places in Su, Song, Hu and other prefectures poured heavy rain day and night, and the water was sudden and turbulent, regardless of the embankment, and the houses toppled down. And the price of rice is soaring, fighting rice to three or four dollars of silver, the rich families are closed, the people eat grass and trees, and the dead are thrown to the pillow. Tyrannical gangsters are in groups, clamoring for food, neighbors are boycotting, and people in the countryside are closed.

……

At noon on May 14, 1640, it was sunny

"Eh! Have you heard? The eldest young master woke up. ”

"What are you asking about, it is said that the eldest young master is possessed, and now the mansion is going to have an accident when he says these words."

"No, I see that the eldest young master is fine when he wakes up, and it seems that he has started reading again, and just now he asked me to send him the "Dan Lead General Record".

“……”

Countless gossips seem to be known to everyone in the house, and although the old lady strictly forbids anyone to talk about it, the news still leaks.

Possession is not a trivial matter in ancient times, ancient feudal society, superstition that seems to be science at that time, anyone who is related to the possession of ghosts and gods, will be isolated on any occasion, and may even be accused of demons and ghosts, and be spurned by everyone. The old lady understood that if she did not stop it, the name of the eldest grandson would be ruined.

So the old lady thought that she would personally interrogate some servants and maids to find the source of the rumors.

Just when the undercurrent was surging in the house, Brother Yong, who was the eldest son of the Li family, didn't know it at all. He's just curious about the world; is full of expectations for his new body, because he is Zhang Yikui.

"Wow"

Zhang Yikui stretched out his hand to pick up some pool water that was not too polluted, breaking the level of the pool water like a mirror. The sparkling water of the pool, reflecting the rays of the sun overhead, flashed and flashed.

He drank all the water in his hand, and washed his face with the pool water by the way, and the cool pool water stirred up a little tiredness. Zhang Yikui let out a long breath and habitually touched the bridge of his nose.

Zhang Yikui looked at himself in the slightly rippling pool water, and couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

Wearing a purple and gold crown, a plain collared deep coat. On his face with water stains and standard small mountain eyebrows, Zhang Yikui couldn't help but think of a sentence in "Xijing Miscellaneous Notes: Sima Xiangru": "Wen Junjiao is good, his eyebrows are like distant mountains, and his face is often like a hibiscus."

Therefore, there are two words today, small mountain eyebrows and hibiscus face. With the mountain as a metaphor for the eyebrows, full of green eyes, the mountain color is hazy, and the posture is elegant.

"Haha! I am a small mountain eyebrow, I wake up early in the morning, when the mountain forehead, lazy and cute like a smile. ”

Supporting the young man's body with his hands that no longer trembled, he gently patted the dirt on his clothes, shook his spirits, and marched deeper into the garden.

Judging from the memory of this body, this place is located in Suzhou, different from the seven turns and eight bends of the mountain city of Chongqing, the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River in Pingchuan, except for the occasional river hills, there are no very high mountains.

"The east, west, north and south bridges face each other, and the bridge is painted with three hundred reflections of the river city." Looking at the beautiful rivers and mountains in the south of the Yangtze River, Zhang Yikui couldn't help but think of Bai Juyi's description in the poem "Nine Days Banquet Collection Drunken County Building and Presenting Zhou Yin's Second Judge": "Far and near the high and low temples come out, and the east, west, north and south bridges face each other. The Ming Dynasty poet Gao Qi wrote in "Fengqiao Poems": "Painting the bridge three hundred Yingjiang City, the Fengqiao in the poem is uniquely famous." Combining the two good sentences, Zhang Yikui didn't feel a little proud.

Imagine that you are an old man in the twilight of life, thinking that there will only be emptiness in the last moments of your life, but you have come to this land like a miracle and have an unpolished body. The joy of being born again is known only to Him.

Anyone who has not experienced death will not know how powerful the joy of escaping death is.

To be continued......