In the early spring of February, in Yangzhou in the early morning, the sun is like a young girl who has not woken up in a thin veil, shrouded in a vast mist, misty, hazy, colorful and gorgeous, and the beautiful outline makes people can't help but have the urge to see the beauty.

In a moment, the rising sun finally broke free from the shackles of the sea of clouds, sprayed out, and in an instant, ten thousand rays of light bathed the earth, like a crystal pearl shining, like a night pearl that exudes colorful light, the rising sun is radiant, fluttering down, quietly melting the snow, turning into clear and transparent snow water, flowing quietly, turning into pieces of mist.

In the quiet morning light, the rooster Si Chen's cry broke the silence, and the melodious Sanskrit sound seemed to float from afar, reminding the people who were still in the nest that the day's plan had begun.

Soon after, the city gate was opened, and the movement of the squirrels was endless, and slowly, all kinds of shouts resounded in the sky, and by the river bridge, the gate was removed, and the big ships and small boats that had been moored all night rushed to come, intertwined like shuttles, before passing the gate, and carefully avoided colliding with the oncoming ships, and the hands in the bow of the ship kept giving warnings or passwords to the sound of the oar, and the sound of mutual reproach was extremely lively.

The ships struggled into the city, and the golden morning glow sprinkled on the small dock at anchor, decorating the morning on the riverbank with a particularly enchanting appearance, and on the pier, there were already crowds of people waiting for a long time, and when they saw goods or relatives and friends, they hurriedly waved and waved and shouted, and set off a new uproar.

In the corner of the south of the city, the street is particularly narrow, and the house is deep and wide, the door is finely carved, a gust of cold wind howls, as if the blade is cut, the spring cold is steep, but it is colder than the winter, the wisps of cold wind sweep through the layers of corridors, penetrate the doors and windows and invade into the house, the cold is like frost, and the curtain seems to have more layers of thin and moist.

Coughing clearly, unable to bear the damp cold, Han Rui woke up from a comfortable sleep, his eyes still closed, just pulling on his mattress tightly, curling up to resist the cold.

However, the doors and windows didn't seem to be closed, the cold breath kept coming, lingering on his feet, as if he was about to pierce the bone marrow, and the mattress on his body didn't seem to be thick enough, and his body didn't feel warm at all, and at the same time, his dry and burning throat and drowsy forehead were also reminding Han Rui that he might be sick.

As if helpless, a crack was lifted from the tightly rolled mattress, and a slender white and slender arm, like a woman's arm, was used to touching the side of the body, but he threw himself into the air, and carefully groped for a moment, Han Rui felt strange in his heart, opened his eyes with anxiety, and the scene that caught his eyes made him stunned, and he couldn't help but reach out and rub his eyes.

But seeing the square straw curtain hanging, falling straight from the roof, and sealing the sleeping place, like a space for reading, Han Rui sat cross-legged with his arms crossed, surrounded by a mattress circle, blinked and watched, and found that there was a straw mat two or three inches thick under him.

No wonder I always feel uncomfortable, obviously it is Simmons, but it is so hard, I thought I bought fake and shoddy products, twisted the waist and shoulder skeleton, Han Rui muttered secretly, frowned and thought, what is this place?

The cloak stood up, Han Rui pushed open the curtains, and walked out, this is an antique house, except for a few small desks, there is no other furniture, the doors and windows are pasted with gauze paper, and the bright sunlight is sprinkled on it, projecting many mottled points of light in, colorful and brilliant.

Looking at the decoration of the house, all of a sudden, Han Rui had a bad feeling, suddenly lost, inadvertently looking back, his eyes fell on the makeup mirror in the corner, a vague figure flashed, he didn't care at first, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, and quickly stepped forward to look at the mirror, and suddenly set off a storm in his heart.

The mirror shows a handsome young man, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with his hair tied behind his head, and a somewhat childish face with a pale and haggard color, a pair of eyes, like black jade, faintly hidden in the gloom, and his eyes are dull and blurred, but there is no focus at all.

Mengye? Subconsciously, he reached out to touch the bronze mirror, but found that the image in the mirror was the same, Han Rui was shocked and unspeakable, and when he woke up, he actually changed his appearance, looking at least ten years younger, pinching his thigh, and feeling pain, not like he was dreaming.

hiss, like the sound of tearing paper, the door leaf moved slightly, the door opened, and the warm sunlight immediately poured in, shining on Han Rui, and the wind also came in from the outside, through the door, you could see the green willow branches hanging down in the courtyard.

The chaotic footsteps came from far and near, and a shadow was cast into the room from outside the door, blocking part of the sunlight, squinting slightly, Han Rui looked up. A middle-aged man dressed in a brown wide-sleeved shirt with his hair tied up, looking nearly forty years old, appeared in front of the door, holding a pot in his hand, his bearing was elegant and calm, and his face was clearly contoured.

"Lang Jun is awake."

At this time, accompanied by a happy voice, the middle-aged man rubbed his heels slightly, took off his shoes, walked quickly, knelt down quietly, carefully put the pot on the next few cases, then sat on his heels, straightened his upper body, and asked with concern: "Does your body feel better?" ”

The obsessed gaze flickered, and the memories of his body surged up, Han Rui only felt that his head was about to split, he was dizzy and dizzy, his eyes suddenly turned black, his body shook, and he almost fell down again, in a daze, he couldn't help but murmur, "Uncle Xuan......." ”

"Lang Jun! What's going on? The middle-aged man, that is, Han Rui's housekeeper, Han Hui was slightly startled, and hurriedly stepped forward to help, and found that Han Rui's breath was stable, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly: "The body has not healed, and you still need to recuperate, lie down quickly." ”

Whispered promise, with the support of Han Hui, Han Rui returned to lie down on the straw mat, his heart was in turmoil, and he couldn't figure out a clue for a long time, but he knew that in this life, I am afraid it will be difficult to see his family again.

Carefully covering up the mattress, looking carefully, he found that Han Rui's condition showed no signs of aggravation, but his face was flushed with a touch of ruddy, as if he was preparing to heal the symptoms, Han Hui was happy in his heart, carefully took the bowl, held the pot and tilted it slightly, and a thick ink oil like yellow liquid was injected into the bowl, and the steam was permeated, exuding a strong yellow lotus smell.

"Lang Jun......." Han Hui called lightly, holding the medicinal soup in both hands, but there was no bottom in his heart, according to past experience, at this time, Han Rui should be hiding in the quilt and refusing to drink the bitter medicine.

However, unexpectedly, without waiting for Han Hui's patient persuasion and promised to lie with only one sip, Han Rui stretched out his thin arm, took the medicinal soup, and touched his lips slightly on the edge of the wall, and the rich and pungent taste made him frown, fortunately, he was no longer the age of fear of hardship, and he raised his head slightly, and the bowl had bottomed out, leaving a layer of powder.

Not to mention, maybe it was not polluted, the taste of pure natural herbs was very obvious, especially the bitter yellow lotus, which made Han Rui frown and speechless.

A relieved smile quietly appeared on his face, and after a little extinguishment, Han Hui said in a harmonious voice: "Lang Jun rest assured, as long as you take the medicinal soup again and feel better, you don't need to drink it." ”

The so-called again and again, again and again, is clearly coaxing a child, Han Rui subconsciously pouted, and suddenly realized that in the eyes of others, he is not a child and what is it.

Unable to detect Han Rui's thoughts, he stood up, and Han Hui smiled and said, "Lang Jun, I just drank the medicinal soup, let's rest for a while, and then I will go to find a doctor to come for you to follow-up." ”

It may be that the effect of the medicine has played a role, Han Rui felt that his head was a little dizzy, nodded slightly, closed his eyes, and seemed to be about to fall asleep, Han Hui withdrew lightly, put on his sandal shoes, carefully moved the door, and left quietly.

In the room, Han Rui opened his eyes, sighed long, and looked like he was preoccupied, where was there still a little sleepiness, no matter who it was, when he woke up, he found that he was already in the Tang Zhenguan period, and he was afraid that he would not be able to sleep steadily.

I have a dream, I am a young master of the landlord's family, my family has thousands of acres of fertile land, ten thousand taels of gold, and finally has nothing to do, and the greatest pleasure is to take a group of dogs to the street to flirt with a good girl!

Inadvertently, the jokes of joking with friends in the past passed through his mind, Han Rui smiled bitterly in his heart, and understood from his memory, maybe it was the providence in the underworld, the young man he possessed was also called Han Rui, and his family was solid, although there were no ten thousand taels of gold, but there were still thousands of acres of fertile land, and he could be regarded as a small landlord in the township.

With the assets of the Han family, as long as he doesn't squander the loser, he can't talk about brocade clothes and jade food, but he doesn't worry about eating and drinking, and he has nothing to do, which is very normal, and the long-awaited dream is about to come true, but Han Rui didn't have the slightest joy, thinking that the boy was because his parents died one after another, and he became ill, so that he crossed the possession, and he felt that he was also a fallen person at the end of the world.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to raise but does not wait......

Han Ruihuai, tears.

sighed and slowly calmed down, after all, he is no longer a teenager, of course, to be exact, the standard of the future life, the soul is not counted, the body must be familiar with minors, even if it is now the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty, it is still half an adult, because the standard for measuring adulthood in ancient times is not the age, but whether he has married a wife and had children.

Some chaotic thoughts flashed through my mind, a burst of exhaustion passed, in a daze, I was still thinking, in the history of China, if you talk about territory, the Tang Dynasty may not be the largest, if you talk about martial arts, the Tang Dynasty is not the most prosperous, but the Tang Dynasty with an open mind, broad bearing, romantic feelings, and a flamboyant surname influenced and conquered all directions, and has always made future generations admire the mountains.

It is rare to return to the legendary prosperous and magnificent Tang Dynasty, if you don't take the opportunity to see the prosperity and leave a little trace of your own, it will not be a waste of great opportunities.

Tang Taizong, Empress Changsun, the twenty-four heroes of Lingyan Pavilion, Daming Palace, Princess Wencheng, and a certain cadre......

Han Rui's thoughts fluctuated and slowly fell asleep.

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