Records of the King of Xin'an County

It was a dark night with dark clouds stacked like mountains.The wind suddenly rose, the thunder shook, and the world seemed to be about to overturn, and it rained heavily.The post house located in the remote countryside seems to be trapped by the heavy rain, isolated from the human population, and becomes a lonely island.The dim lights moving with the wind seem to be on and off, and the old postman is wearing a coir raincoat, standing alone under the eaves, and suddenly stands up with a bit of surprise, looking at the end of the post road.

The post road, where people occasionally come and go during the day, is now completely empty, with the remaining heavy rain pouring over the road, and it is full of muddy water.However, in the wind and rain, there seemed to be lights shaking in the distance, moving forward slowly and with difficulty.Only the neighing of startled horses and the sound of the wheels getting closer and closer, finally a few burly men came on horseback, signaling with a goldfish bag in their hands, which was vaguely in the shape of a fish talisman.

According to the laws of the Tang Dynasty, the fish charm is the identity certificate of officials, and only high-ranking officials above the fifth rank can get the imperial gift fish bag.The fifth rank wears fei, and is given a silver fish bag; the third rank wears purple, and a goldfish bag is given.However, this post is too remote, have you ever seen a nobleman holding a goldfish bag?Yi Dingdu was just a countryman who had been conquered by Fan Dai. He had no knowledge and was so shocked that he almost fell to the ground.Seeing that the looks of these parts were a bit ferocious, and his expression was exhausted, he hastily pushed open the somewhat dilapidated courtyard door, and hurriedly reported to Zhuyi.

Zhuoyi immediately came out in the rain, and in a short time led several spacious ox carts into the Guanyi.Although the first few cars look simple and simple, they are decorated with exquisite dragon and phoenix patterns everywhere, and a faint fragrance can be smelled nearby, which shows that they are noble and luxurious that are not obvious from the outside.

Zhuoyi couldn't guess the identity of this nobleman for a while, so he saw several Buqus in coir raincoats carrying Buyu, and carried the nobleman into the posthouse.Then surrounded by servants and maidservants, they also carried the inner family member wearing a veiled hat with the eaves.

The posthouse here is too cramped and dilapidated, and it is very reluctant to even accommodate the servants and maidservants of nearly a hundred people, let alone entertain the nobles.Zhuo Yi saw that the group of servants dressed in silk and satin showed contempt, as if they had wronged their feet, and apologized repeatedly in fear, lest they would offend the nobleman.

At this time, I heard the family member wearing a veiled hat sitting on the eaves and resting sighed: "Why bother them? It's just a place to rest. Let's stay after a little tidying up. And it's raining like this." , it is absolutely impossible to find another place to spend the night, so don't be picky. What's more, Saburo's wind and cold are getting worse, and he can no longer toss."

The servants and maidservants bowed to promise, and then cleaned up the post inside and out, and several nobles reluctantly entered the room to rest.Originally, the cooks only had some vulgar food, but the cooks cooked the evening food with the simple ingredients with a look of disgust, and hurriedly brought them into the main room.There is also a little maidservant in the corner who is boiling medicine and serving hot soup of bitter medicine into the east wing.

The east wing room was completely silent, and several beautiful maidservants in their prime were standing in front of the bed with their heads bowed.An elderly mother Fu was taking care of a patient wrapped in a brocade quilt, with an unconcealable anxiety in her eyes.Seeing that the medicinal soup was brought over, she held on to the spoon to feed the medicine to the patient herself.

The patient was a pale young man, about thirteen or fourteen years old.Even his sickly face could not conceal his outstanding appearance.He just drenched in the rain a few days ago, and the symptoms of wind and cold have become more and more serious, and the prescriptions prescribed by the accompanying doctors have also become more and more violent, and now he seems to be suffering from a serious illness that cannot be cured anymore.

If he could drink medicine, he might be able to control his condition to some extent, but at this moment, his forehead was billowing with sweat, his eyes were closed, his jaw was clenched tightly, and he couldn't even feed the medicine soup, so how could he recover?Seeing this, Fu's mother, who had taken care of him for many years, couldn't help tears welling up in her eyes, and cried, "Mr. Sanlang, at least take some medicine! If something happens to you, can you teach His Highness how to survive in the future?"

Before she could cry, a beautiful woman who seemed to be in her twenties rushed in with her servants, and asked with red eyes: "How is Sanlang?" Seeing her crying, the beautiful woman was stunned , thinking that the young man was dying of illness, he hastily held his slightly cold hand: "Hurry up and call the doctor over! Saburo! Saburo, wake up! Don't leave your mother behind!"

"Sanlang!" The sound of choking and crying gradually faded away, and Li Hui only felt his whole body relax, as if his soul had escaped from his body and floated into the air.No matter how much unwillingness and remorse there is in the heart, it is meaningless now that the body is dead and the soul is gone.Looking back on my short life, I was imprisoned in the fief without freedom, and was closely guarded all the time, like a prisoner.I wasted more than [-] years of time, and there is no picture or moment worth remembering at all.Perhaps death is a kind of relief instead.

"Sanlang! My Saburo!" A familiar yet unfamiliar cry came from nowhere.He looked around in a daze, raised his eyes, but there was only a thick white fog, and he didn't know where he was.The fluttering robe suddenly seemed to be hooked by something, which caught him off guard for a moment, and he fell down, his body immediately became heavy.Just now the feeling of ecstasy was like a dream, and he was trapped in the body again, unable to move or even make a sound.Only the eyes seemed to be loose, so he exhausted all his strength and struggled to open them suddenly——

What came into my eyes was a tearful face, familiar yet unfamiliar.

Li Hui's pupils shrank slightly, and he suddenly felt that he should have indeed entered the underworld.Otherwise, why did the face of my aunt Yan's face appear in front of me?Ever since her elder brother Li Xin took over the throne of Grandpa, she followed her back to Chang'an, and she has been following her elder brother's family since then.Because she was frail and thoughtful, she contracted an illness and did not recover for a long time, and died in the official residence within a few years.After parting, they never met again until death, which has always been a regret in his heart.Goodbye now, she seems to have returned to the time when Grandpa had not passed away more than ten years ago, and there was no trace of sadness in the corners of her eyes and brows that could not go away——

If they were not both in the underworld, how could they meet again?

"Sanlang finally woke up!" Seeing him open his eyes, Yan laughed with tears in his eyes, and personally fed him the medicine, "After taking the medicine, everything will be fine, and I can finally feel at ease. You child, You were born weak, so you shouldn’t have allowed you to ride a horse in the rain. Now you finally know how powerful it is? It’s just a cold, and it almost tossed you over. For the rest of the journey, you will never be allowed to leave the ox cart Half a step."

Li Hui drank the medicine in a daze, stared at her blankly, but couldn't react for a while.

Yan Shi thought that he was just tired from illness, no doubt about him, and fed him some porridge, then tucked the quilt for him, and said softly: "I don't know when this rain will stop. It’s good to rest here for a while, and it’s also convenient for you to recover from your illness. Is your grandpa in a hurry? How can you continue on your way in this kind of day? I will definitely not allow him to torment you like this. He doesn’t feel bad, but I do. Very good!"

After watching Yan Shi leave, Li Hui still felt that he was in a dream, but his gaze involuntarily fell on Mrs. Zhang who was not far away.This mother Fu is Yan Shi's confidant and also his wet nurse. She has taken care of him since he was a child and has a very deep affection.However, before he got married, she had already passed away due to illness.I haven't seen her in ten years, but her brows are still so clear, and even her expression is very vivid, with some joy in her worry.

"Mr. Sanlang, let's go to bed early. After drinking the medicinal soup, he will recover if he can't even sweat." After Zhang Fu's mother said, she smiled kindly, put down the bed curtain, and whispered a few words to the maidservants. I left with peace of mind.

Li Hui listened to the sound outside the bed tent, closed his eyes, but there were countless questions in his heart: How could the underworld look like this?The medicine he drank and the porridge he drank clearly had heat, and they didn't look like non-worldly things at all.But why are both mother and mother Fu there?Is all this true or false?Is it a fantasy?Does it disappear like a bubble in the morning dew after waking up?

After a long time, he still didn't feel sleepy.The sound of rain outside the window, sometimes mixed with the sound of thunder, resounded between the heaven and the earth, as if it wanted to shake all the evil noises to pieces.If he is really a ghost, he should feel afraid, but there is no fear in his heart.After thinking about it, he raised his hand, looked at his immature palm, groped his thin body, and looked at the familiar red birthmark on his waist under the dim light.

This body is undoubtedly his when he was young, and he is undoubtedly Li Hui, the king of Xin'an County-he is now warm and breathing normally, and he is undoubtedly alive.

He should have died of illness, but why did he return to the age of thirteen or fourteen?Could it be that this was actually a dream he had after his death?Or, those things of being confined and monitored were the nightmares he had when he was seriously ill?

However, why did he never remember that he traveled with his mother at this age?Grandpa was not allowed to leave the fief for even half a step without being summoned, and my mother had never been back to Chang'an to visit relatives for more than ten years.Even if you travel occasionally, it’s just going to nearby temples to burn incense and worship Buddha or go to Taoist temples to pray. How can it be possible to live in such a simple post house?

Why travel?Where is this going?Why is grandpa in such a hurry?

Could it be that he was instigated by some unknown person, and he had some adventurous thoughts, and he couldn't wait to send the lives of his family into it?The elder brother is still in Chang'an, and his status is equal to that of a proton.Once he behaved abnormally, his brother's life would be in jeopardy!How could he act so hastily without worrying about the consequences? !

Thinking of this, Xin'an County King was full of bitterness, and suddenly felt that it was not a happy event to be back to fourteen or fifteen years old and see many old relatives.