It was the height of summer, the sky was cloudless, the lush mountains and forests were a little burnt, and the towering city walls stood hot and terrifying in the fierce sun.

The withered yellow leaves swirled across a street in Ding'an County, and were trampled under the feet of hurried pedestrians.

This long street was much bleaker than before, and the man at the door of the inn yawned wroughtly, looking at the sparsely populated streets and alleys in a daze; The man who dragged his family looked around, his face panicked; The old man pushing the wheelbarrow begged for a sip of water from the people on the street, wiped the sweat on his forehead and scolded the ghost; The green forest hawker with a sword, gun and halberd crouched in the shadow of the corner, silently watching the passers-by.

In the panicked atmosphere, on the second floor of the wine shop, there are also business travelers from the south to the north stopping to drink, or literati and elegant guests with a little money in their pockets shaking paper fans and talking about the current situation.

"It hasn't rained in two months."

"I don't know how long the drought will last...... I heard my nephew, who often runs outside, say that now several states in Yan have been hit by disasters, and as time goes by, I am afraid that it will provoke a civil uprising. ”

"In addition to the popular uprising, it is also worrying that other countries are eyeing each other, I heard that the Wei State has 50,000 troops on the south bank of the Hunjiang River, I wonder if our Ding'an City sitting on Youyan Mountain will be affected...... What are those guys doing?! ”

The writer who spoke stood up with a paper fan and looked downstairs on the street, where several swingers surrounded a stout woman and laughed, he was so angry that he blew his beard and glared: "The world is restless, these people do things to bully men and women in broad daylight!" ”

"Hey, who's that guy?" The friend asked, pointing behind the group of swingers.

The scribe looked in the direction he was pointing and frowned: "It's Su Chen, the third son of Ding'an Hou......"

Behind the gang of prodigals, there was a master and a servant who came out of the drunken flower building, stretched by the scorching sun, and behind them was a scribbled and slightly older guard, holding a long sword with a black handle.

The one in front, a young man in a gold-flowered robe with sleeves, was handsome, his eyes were quite bright, with an emerald green double phoenix and yang ornament hanging on his waist, a crown of hair on his head, and a small red pompom swaying slightly, and he came behind the people in front of him with his hands and looked up and down.

"Hey, what are you doing in broad daylight?"

A few people turned around, and the original expression of 'who the hell has survived enough', when they saw the appearance of the young man in front of them, they instantly collapsed, and immediately climbed up and laughed again.

"It turned out to be the little marquis, your old man, I don't know what to order?"

Su Chen glanced at these cats and dogs and smiled, then spit out lightly: "Get out." ”

"Okay."

A few swingers hurriedly nodded their heads, pouted their buttocks, landed on their heads, and rolled forward on the ground twice, before they got up and ran away.

The woman who got out of the entanglement thanked the young man in front of her with gratitude.

"Concubine, thank you for the son's relief ......"

"This sister-in-law, don't go to the street these days." Su Chen yawned, looked at the glare of the sun, and told the woman to leave quickly.

The woman's expression had just recovered, and when she was frightened just now, tears were about to fall out, and she thanked her again, and trotted up with a slight mention of her skirt.

Su Chen looked at the back of the woman who ran away, and lowered his voice: "Go back and say hello to the gangs in the city, if there is a little chaos in the city, I will pull out their skins." ”

His tone was indifferent, completely different from the harmless demeanor of humans and animals, as if the shady gutter 'rats' in the city were holding it in their hands.

At this time, Su Chen, who was just finishing speaking, had a progress bar in his mind, pushed it forward a little bit, and stuffed the progress bar full.

The corners of his mouth hooked, and there was a hint of joy in his eyes.

Finally enough.

He is not a man of this world, and when he woke up, he became a seven-year-old boy in the mansion of the Marquis of Ding'an City, and there was a gap in his heart, but fortunately, the family was also surnamed Su, and he didn't need to use his original name.

Speaking of the Hou Mansion, the ancestor of the Su family is a meritorious hero of the Yan State from the dragon, an official hussar general, a marquis of Anding, 36,000 households, and has jurisdiction over six counties and thirty-eight counties.

Can be hereditary.

However, in the generation of Su Chen's father, Su Congfang, there are only Ding'an County and two small counties left, and there are less than 5,000 soldiers under his command.

Since Su Chen came here, he dragged his seven-year-old small body, stepped on a stool and lay on the wall of the study, and looked at the map over and over again, not the Murong Yan Kingdom he knew, but a Beigong Clan that he had never heard of, and the terrain and landform were also very different from the original land, the east, west, and south, the three Liang, Qi, Yue, Wu, Wei, the five countries, plus the Yan country where he was located, there were six countries side by side.

To the west of Youyan Mountain, there is also the Beirong tribe, and further west, I heard that there is a huge inland sea.

There are all the things that should be in this world, and his own knowledge is basically useless, only the poetry and song are similar, but he despises the theft of other people's poems.

As for the position of marquis, he didn't want to fight for it in the past, this position will be inherited by his son-in-law in the future, even if the eldest brother is not appropriate, and the second brother, it has nothing to do with him.

At this time, at the end of the street, the sound of horses' hooves was suddenly heard.

The guard, who had not spoken, stepped forward and whispered: "Little Hou Ye, it is the captain under the command of Hou Ye who is here." ”

There was a slight tremor on the ground, Su Chen looked away from the back of the woman who was far away, and saw several knights in iron armor coming over on horseback, and the knight at the head had already seen the two of them, and with a 'whoop', he turned over and dismounted, and arched his hands with the subordinates who dismounted behind him.

"Little Marquis, please go home."

Su Chen also wanted to hurry back in his heart, emptying the merit strip that had just been full, he waved his hand at the half-kneeling knights, and then snapped his fingers at the guards behind him: "Thirteen, let's go home." ”

As he spoke, he put his hands behind his head, took the scribbled looking guards, and walked along the street to return home, occasionally glancing at the green forest knight in the corner, and his eyes coldly crossed the corners of his eyes: "Look at it!" ”

The reprimanded Jianghu people pursed their lips and hung their heads, this little marquis is famous in Ding'an County, not a gentleman, but the biggest idler in the Hou Mansion, his temper is not small, he wanders around the city all day long with nothing to do, and he is a frequent visitor in the Qinglou.

What's more, there are a few horse-leading soldiers behind the other party, Rao is that their martial arts are good, but they are still a little unsightly in front of the army.

The Hou Mansion is located in the north of the city, the typical layout of sitting north and facing south, the eaves of the house gate supported by four large red stone pillars, two stone lions crouching left and right with the stone ball, the three doors of the house door are riveted densely, the four armor soldiers guarding the house gate, see the figure of the foot back, collect the long soldiers, and hang their heads one after another.

"Welcome back to the house."

The figure crossed the threshold in the middle, and went straight through the servants of the Hou Mansion kneeling on both sides to the atrium, he first went back to the courtyard to deal with things, and then went to the front yard to see his father.

The stone bridge of the atrium links the south chamber, the small river below is the river in the city that leads in and crosses half of the back house, the stone bridge is four steps wide and narrow, all are carved from white rock, a total of 24 sections, meaning the 24 solar terms of the year safely, the fence on both sides of the connected promenade is hollow carving, and the outside is the pavilion water pavilion and flower garden potted plants of a water.

In the summer, bees and butterflies fly one after another, which is very beautiful.

"Little Marquis, this is what you want."

In the south chamber of the back house, before entering the crescent moon door, there was a small guy standing at the door tremblingly holding a spirit card, looking around with an uneasy expression.

The inscription on the tablet: Cao Cao's Spirit Seat.

"Your expression is the same as that of a dead father. Give it to Thirteen, and then go to the account office to receive the reward. Su Chen's words were casual, but he never treated his subordinates harshly, the little guy had long been used to hearing it, and with a happy face, he handed over the spiritual position in his hand to Thirteen, and quickly ran out of the crescent moon gate.

"Little Hou Ye, why is it different? How many do we have to offer? ”

The thirteenth who took over the spiritual position, frowned and followed behind, familiar with the way to the specially cultivated ancestral hall, before entering the distant can smell the smell of incense and candles, next to the tribute table, there are Taoist priests chanting, this is Su Chen specially brought fifty soldiers from the Qingfeng Temple outside the city to 'invite' the Taoist chief to live in the house.

That time, Ding'an Hou Su Congfang chased Su Chen Manyuan with a knife and ran for an hour.

"Here, put it in the middle."

Su Chen handed the spirit card to the Taoist priest who rolled his eyes, knelt on the futon, clasped his hands together, and bowed respectfully. Then he straightened up, his eyes spread out in front of him, and the spiritual positions were carved with different names, placed from top to bottom, densely fan-shaped.

"Su Chen, a descendant of China, has incense to all the ancestors, and I hope you will bless you!"

Su Chen knelt on the futon, respectfully holding incense and bowing down.

For ten years, he was afraid that he would forget where he came from, and every day he had to recall what only he knew, and after a long time, he wrote it on paper, and when he finished writing, he began to write history again, and two years ago he simply carved the name of the emperor he knew to the spiritual seat, put it in the ancestral hall, and offered three incense sticks every day.

In fact, there is another reason for the spiritual position.

Other people have benefits when they cross, and he has been here for ten years, not to mention the system, and he has never even seen a gold finger.

Simply, he made one for himself, what if it really works?

And then...... is really useful.

Soon after he renovated the place and put it on the tablet, he began to have some identical, bizarre dreams, and a merit slip appeared in his mind.

After trying a few times, he found that as long as he managed people's livelihood, he would increase a little.

In the past two years, he has privately relied on the identity of the little marquis to rectify the large and small gangs in the city, and through these small governance, he has filled the entire 30,000 meritorious strips for the first time today.

Retracting his thoughts, Su Chen stared at the full offering table, and the merit bar in his mind emptied at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But nothing happened.

"Huh? What's wrong? Su Chen frowned slightly.

……

"Little Hou Ye, it's time to go to Hou Ye's side."

Thirteen silently counted the time, interrupting Su Chen's thoughts in the back, Su Chen nodded, just waited and watched first, got up and snapped his fingers: "Dao Chief, take good care of my ancestors." ”

The Taoist priest gave him a silent look.

Soon, Su Chen returned to the front yard with the thirteen original roads, and when he walked under the eaves of the front hall, Su Congfang, the marquis who was talking to several officials in the city, glanced at the youngest son who came in, and then gave a few more orders, waved a few officials back, and then turned his head to look at Su Chen, who was hanging, and he was angry.

Thinking of Madame's advice, he suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice, "Come and sit down." ”

"Dad, I haven't been messing around lately, and I saved a woman outside just now."

If someone from the outside dared to speak like this, Su Chen would have let the evil guards step forward and beat him, but in the face of his father, his temper was much more restrained, and he fell off seven or eight seats.

"I called you back, because Ding'an City has been a little unpeaceful recently, the drought has become more and more serious, many victims have gathered here, and there are many unfamiliar faces in the city."

Su Congfang had a headache for the little son in front of him, so he didn't go around in circles now, and said directly.

"My father wants you to do something with your two brothers, don't fool around with those people outside all day long, so that your mother is worried."

He was also a little helpless, remembering that Su Chen was still seven years old, honest and diligent, after having a serious illness, how did he change his personality, he will be seventeen this year, and he is idle all day long, causing trouble everywhere, and several times Su Congfang gave birth to the idea of stuffing him back into his mother's womb.

"Dad, the eldest brother and the second brother are amazing, so I won't make a mess."

Su Chen smiled and took a sip of tea, not as respectful and afraid of this father as the eldest brother and second brother.

But there are many that should be respected.

"Dad, I'll go first!"

With the progress bar in mind, he got up and quickly stepped over the threshold and ran.

Su Congfang was so angry that she slapped the table a few times, and when she saw that her son didn't look back, she sat back in her seat in frustration: "It's really hard wings, it doesn't work to slap the table." ”

……

As the sun crossed the sky, it gradually sank in the west, and occasionally a few crisp birdsongs could be heard in the courtyard, and when the wind rose, the old trees in the courtyard swayed their branches and leaves.

The annoying cicada chirping gradually subsided.

The wind blew into the window lattice, lifting the open pages, and Su Chen waited at the table until it was dark, but nothing happened.

The breeze was blowing on his face, his eyelids drooped, and he fell asleep on the table groggily.

The dream I had once reappeared.

Su Chen seemed to feel that he was falling, falling into the abyss, curling smoke around him, hazy, showing the golden palace, and vaguely saw many figures standing in front of the hall.

Countless eyes fell on him.

In my ears, there was a rustling voice, and it seemed like countless people whispering.

"I have been a beggar and a monk...... I've never seen you so unproductive! "I ascended the throne at the age of nine, and I swore to condemn the national thief...... It's a pity that it didn't work out a few times......"

"Accept your affection...... But please help you, and I will respond! ”

……

"Who are you?!"

Su Chen shouted loudly, and suddenly a spirit arose, he woke up from the desk, it was dark and early morning outside, and the candles that had been lit overnight were curling with smoke.

He exhaled.

"It's this dream again."

The candle flame on the table flickered, and the night breeze squeezed into the crack of the window blew on his face, Su Chen suddenly looked up, and saw a figure standing outside the window, and before he could open his mouth to call someone, it drifted towards the door like a wisp of green smoke.

Su Chen's eyes widened, his eyes suddenly tightened, and he saw that the wooden bolt on the door leaf moved little by little, and fell to the ground with a snap.

Then, the door creaked open.

A wizened palm reached through the slit.

"Ahh

Su Chen opened his eyes again, straightened up from the table, looked at the bright room with sweat, and subconsciously looked at the window lattice, it was already early in the morning, and the door was tightly closed.

Dream within a dream......

Hit the ghost?

Suddenly, he felt that there was an extra thing in his hand, and when he opened it, it was a small black iron card, and there was a single word written on it: Zhu.

Su Chen frowned slightly.

"I don't remember it...... Wish...... Who is this man? ”