Dungeon, dark and damp. Li Huaiyu, who was lying on the straw mat on his side, was completely discouraged, and his eyes looked blankly at the small window in the cell. In a trance, a picture seemed to appear on the bare wall, no, not a static picture, but a flowing picture, with thousands of horses galloping, as if it were a jockey club. Li Huaiyu rubbed his eyes and looked carefully, yes, it was the Jockey Club, and it was the Jockey Club that made him famous all over the world.

At that time, Chang'an and An Lushan's rebels were fighting fiercely, and Li Huaiyu was still very young at that time, very young, but he was already a young hero who bravely crowned the three armies. The hero is young, the future is like a flower, it is said, Li Huaiyu should be very comfortable, very happy, but the fact is the opposite, the young hero who should be young and frivolous, but the life is very depressed, very aggrieved, this kind of depression and grievance, not from the high Son of Heaven, nor from the commanding superiors, not to mention from colleagues with confidants, let alone from the most vicious enemy, but from a unit, a friend and foe army, a small force, only a few thousand people, This special unit is the Hui Iron Cavalry.

This force was borrowed by the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, and its purpose was of course to deal with the fierce Youzhou Turquoise. Although the number of Hui Iron Cavalry is not large, all of them are skilled in bow and horse, and they are the masters who do not want to die in battle, and it is they who beat the once invincible Youzhou Raid to the ground, and they are invincible. Such a military unit with great military achievements is not very strict, burning, killing, looting, and raping women, no matter what kind of bad things they dare not do. What's even more infuriating is that they didn't take the Tang Army officers and soldiers in their eyes at all, they were arrogant and unscrupulous all day long, and the majority of Tang Army officers and soldiers were hindered by the orders of the peak, and they all dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, so they had to choose to be silent, which of course also included the young and vigorous Li Huaiyu.

There are often two outcomes of silence. One is to gradually wear off the former sharpness and fighting spirit in silence, and then silently perish in silence; One is to gather strength in silence, usher in opportunity in waiting, and then explode completely. Li Huaiyu's silence clearly belongs to the latter category. On this day, the opportunity came quietly, and Li Huaiyu will use his own way to make those self-righteous guys suffer a little.

In the leisure time of the war, the barracks often also engage in some recreational activities to reduce the pressure of the war. On this day, the camp organizes a horse race. Hui is a nation on horseback, equestrianism is their housekeeping skills, therefore, Hui Hui iron riders one by one arrogant, thinking that the victory is in hand, they arrogantly declared: if you lose, you will be beaten.

When the opportunity came, Li Huaiyu rode out, and in the passionate drumbeat, Li Huaiyu rode into the dust, leaving those arrogant guys far behind. Li Huaiyu swept over the finish line like a whirlwind, immediately turned the horse's head, grabbed the Hui Tieqi behind him, and slapped him roundly, which was a fat beating. The Hui soldier was beaten to the point of crying his father and mother, and fled into the felt tent in embarrassment, leaving only Li Huaiyu, who proudly accepted the heroic courtesy of the Tang Army.

Thinking of the heroic past, Li Huaiyu's mouth flashed with a sweet smile and fell asleep.

In the drowsiness, Li Huaiyu suddenly heard a voice above his head, although he was drowsy, Li Huaiyu still heard the sentence clearly, vaguely "Li Huaiyu, you are rich and noble!" ”

Li Huaiyu stood up and looked around excitedly with a pair of eyes. However, he was disappointed, and there was silence all around, not a single figure, only the cold iron windows, and the dark sky outside the iron windows. "Auditory hallucinations?" , Li Huaiyu shook his head, sighed heavily, and sat down on the straw mat decadently. It's not dawn yet, so let's hurry up and get a good night's sleep, as for tomorrow, God knows if I can still see the sun tomorrow.

However, Li Huaiyu couldn't sleep at all, so he had to fake sleep in a daze. As if awake, the mysterious voice sounded again: "The noise of the blue bird on the wall is the time when wealth comes." Li Huaiyu stood up again, and the surroundings were still quiet and dark, but this time, he believed that he was not an auditory hallucination, could it be that the gods were giving me guidance? Li Huaiyu's desperate heart quietly changed, giving birth to a glimmer of hope and a glimmer of hope.

Li Huaiyu, who was completely sleepy, simply chose the most comfortable position and sat down. He stared intently at the wall above the cell, expecting a miracle.

The darkness, the boundless darkness, receded little by little. The light, the brightness that Li Huaiyu is looking forward to is invading this boundless night little by little. Finally, the darkness was completely defeated, and a glimmer of sunshine, a glimmer of soft sunlight was gently caressing every corner of the earth, including, of course, this once dark and damp dungeon.

I saw it, Li Huaiyu saw it, and I saw the legendary divine bird, the kind of auspicious bird that people talk about, not one, not two, but more than a dozen. These bluebirds, as big as birds, quietly landed on the high walls of the prison, singing beautiful songs happily.

Li Huaiyu's heart jumped wildly, stood up excitedly, and paced anxiously around the cell.

Li Huaiyu didn't pace for too long, because he heard the tsunami-like sound of the Sanjun Mountain coming from a distance. He understood, he understood what exactly happened, the mutiny of the three armies! Yes, it's the mutiny of the three armies! The mutinous soldiers drove Hou Xiyi away and pushed Li Huaiyu in the cell onto the throne of the envoy of the Ziqing Festival.

Later, the Son of Heaven gave Li Huaiyu a brand new name, Li Zhengji. Later, Li Zhengji died and passed the seat to his son Li Ne, who in turn passed the seat to his son Li Shigu.