Chapter 1 (Free of charge)

In the operating room of the First People's Hospital of Xi'an (I don't know if there is one), the operation is being done nervously, all kinds of instruments are flashing with various lights, and the screen shows this curved line.

Outside the operating room, a chubby man rubbed his hands and walked over, at this time, the door of the operating room opened, and the fat man greeted him and asked nervously:

"Doctor Yu, how's it going?"

Dr. Yu took off his mask, sighed lightly and said:

"Mr. Wang, the situation is not optimistic, your friend will become a vegetative person if he doesn't do well. The best situation is also like Wu Lao Er in Zhao Benshan's sketch. ”

Mr. Wang sighed and said, "It's all my fault, I drank so much wine and drank the business representative who came to negotiate with a cerebral hemorrhage." Doctor Yu, please, save him! ”

Doctor Yu said, "I'll do my best." ”

Mr. Wang looked at Dr. Yu's back and prayed in his heart: "Wu Song, Wu Song, you can be stronger, let's not become a vegetative person, we can become Wu Lao's second!" ”

Changan.

Tai Chi Palace.

Tai Chi Temple.

In the first month of the twenty-first year of the Tang Dynasty, the white color covered the most glorious place in the Tang Dynasty. The biting north wind blew, but the people who came and went didn't seem to feel it, just lowered their heads and silently did their own things, everyone's body, whether they were dressed in purple, crimson or green, cyan (the color of Tang Dynasty officials' uniforms, from high to low purple, crimson, green, cyan), there was a touch of white. It will be late, and only when these people occasionally look up at the Taiji Hall will you see their faces, and you will see a touch of melancholy on their faces, but only for a flash, they will sigh secretly, shake their heads and walk away.

This year is a unique year in the history of the Tang Dynasty, because there were three emperors sitting on the throne of the Taiji Hall this year. Two of them became the first emperors.

Just after New Year's Day, Emperor Li Shi, who had lived a hard life for more than 20 years, died in a depressed mood, and the crown prince Li Yuming, who should have been enthroned, was even more bitter, suffering from a stroke, hemiplegia in bed, unable to speak, and even difficult to convey the holy will, not to mention governing the country? On the 23rd day of the first month, Dezong died, the prince had a stroke in bed, the people in Chang'an City were once panicked, it is said that the envoy in the palace did not mourn, and had already made preparations for the establishment of a new monarch, who expected the prince to be resolute, actually got up from the sickbed, purple clothes and bast shoes, and inspected the army. In the fourth year of Jianzhong, when the Jingyuan army was in turmoil, Dezong fled from Chang'an in a hurry, it was the prince who took the lead and led the army to break off, so the prince was very prestigious in the forbidden army, and the army saw that the new monarch was unharmed, the morale was high, and the people's hearts were settled, and the prince was safely enthroned in the Taiji Hall on the 26th. Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Xinjun was seriously ill and did not recover, and he worked hard for days, and he actually fell ill again. It seems that this year's Datang life should be full of disasters and difficulties! Just when everyone was worried, suddenly a small eunuch rushed out of the Liangyi Hall behind the Taiji Palace, ran to the west of the palace in the palace of the province, and whispered to a middle-aged man in plain clothes who was sitting with a white beard: "Lieutenant, the emperor has spoken!" ”

The man looked stunned, and then the eyes of a group of ministers around him looked at him together.

In the Liangyi Palace

Wu Song woke up from his slumber, looked up, and muttered: It's not dawn yet! As soon as I wanted to get up, my head was numb and painful, and I could barely move my hands and feet. Looks like I drank too much last night. It's like waking up from a dream, and even his own home looks different from usual. Family? No, it's not my home. Wu Song opened his eyes suddenly, and saw a bright yellow on the top of his head, a few patches of white blurred around his eyes, and a few bright candles shining in the distance.

He is now in Xi'an, and his home is in northern Jiangsu.

Wu Song was born in a famous poor county in northern Jiangsu, the children of the poor have long been in charge, knowing that the family is not easy Li Song is serious about playing small studies, is a well-known "little showman" in several neighboring villages, the villagers all know that Wu Song writes a good hand, and during the New Year, he is asked to help write the Spring Festival couplets. After speaking, everyone praised together.

During the college entrance examination, Wu Song vomited and diarrhea, did not play well, and was admitted to the history department of a normal university in the provincial capital. Mr. Qian Zhongshu said that in the university, science students look down on liberal arts students, literature in the liberal arts looks down on history, history students look down on philosophy, philosophy students look down on education, and education students have to look down on each other. Fortunately, this is where my interests lie, four years of college, excellent grades every year, love Tang history and Tang poetry, academic research far more than Fang Hongji, but unfortunately born in the countryside, without the help of the old father-in-law who opened a bank, he can't go abroad, he can't stay in school, there is no way to go to heaven, but fortunately, there is a door to go down, and he returned to a large state-owned enterprise in the city to teach in a factory-run school.