I was reborn with amnesia and was picked up by Lao Gong

"Palace Master, are you listening?"

The young man sitting on the collapsed bed was stunned for a moment, and only then realized that he had lost his mind.

"Sorry, please repeat it again."

Through layers of curtains, Xia Yun saw the figure standing in front of her.The man was dressed in plain clothes, with long hair tied up in a crown, holding a bamboo slip in his hand, and bowed his waist with low eyebrows.

"Yes, my subordinates obey."

The young man in plain clothes opened the bamboo slips and said loudly: "This month, Disobedience Hall has received fifteen reports, seven of which are theft cases, four are neighbor disputes, and the remaining three are false reports..."

At this moment, it was noon, and the warm sunshine came in from outside the hall, making people feel warm.Listening to the man's report, Xiayun's mind drifted away without realizing it.

About 300 years have passed since the trouble caused by Fuyan.For the past 300 years, Xiayun has regained control of Sulan as Su Lan wished, restoring the order in the city.

The memories of the people in the city were all rewritten by Su Lan. Except for Xiayun and Fengrong, no one remembered "General Fengyan", only knew that the person who governed Sulan was "Palace Master Xiayun".

Although Xia Yun felt a little complicated about this, it was indeed more convenient for him to manage it, and there was nothing wrong with it.

In the first hundred years, Xia Yun worked hard to manage Su Lan's affairs, waiting for the day when she reunited with Su Lan.

He changed the governance plan left by Fengyan, recompiled the Sulan law, and selfishly added the law that "those who break flowers and plants without reason will be fined to irrigate the vegetation in the city every day for a period of [-] days".

Of course, due to the fact that it was too difficult to supervise, it didn't work.

The annual autumn harvest season is the most difficult time for Xiayun.During that season of celebration throughout the city, he could only curl up on the bed in pain, letting the severe pain hit every inch of his body.

Later, he found that as long as he stayed away from the injured flowers and leaves, the pain he suffered would be lessened.

Therefore, he often flew back to the deserted mountains and forests after leaving government affairs, and stayed until dawn.

He went around in the mountains and forests and found dozens of new graves.Judging from the inscription standing on it, besides Feng Yan and others killed by him, it also included those nameless corpses at the gate of the city.

Every night, resentment is everywhere in that area, and you can still vaguely see the monster transformed by resentment, shining green light among the graves.

He had a bad memory in the Wanrenshan cave, so he broke through another breach and built a stone chamber.

He was afraid of those dark days, so he hung fluorescent lights all around, and then lay on the cold stone slab, repeating every sleepless night.

As time goes by, the pain becomes a habit, and then the habit becomes numb.

The Liyang Palace, which was stained with his own blood, was also sealed off by Xiayun, and later became the residence of the military envoy.

Although he moved to live in another palace, the plaque in front of that palace still engraved the name of the palace proposed by Su Lan.

He waited for Su Lan for 100 years, during which the people he knew kept dying, and then many new faces were added.

Finally, it was not until Feng Rong died of illness that Xiayun slowly accepted the fact that Su Lan would never come back.

The original letter was just to prevent myself from doing stupid things.He is not stupid, and he vaguely guessed the truth in his heart, but if there is no such expectation, how can he support himself to continue living and suffer the sin of heart-wrenching bone?

So, on the night of Fengrong's burial, he put on a mask and went to a restaurant in the city to get drunk.

The wine was the best wine, and after Xia Yun drank several cups, she felt her heart ached like a fire, and her eyes became a little blurred.He lay on the table, staring at the empty seats beside the table, and muttered:

"Anyone? Come have a drink with me."

There was a lot of people in the restaurant, but everyone was having a carnival, and no one would pay attention to the lonely figure in the corner.

Xiayun smothered a few more pots of wine by herself, and finally grabbed a few wine jars and poured the alcohol in them into her mouth.

It wasn't until after the restaurant closed that Xia Yun walked slowly back to Wangyun Palace holding the unfinished wine jar.

He was driven out together with a few drunks. Judging by their smiling faces and staggering walks, they should be quite drunk.

Looking at the backs of several people laughing and walking away, Xiayun felt more and more bitter in her heart.He held up the wine jar in his hand, and murmured: "Wine is for joy, to relieve worries and bring joy. Everyone says you are a good thing, but why do you get rid of thousands of worries when you are drunk? Look at me, don't you feel very sober?" ?”

He carefully stroked the slightly rough jar with his hand, with a gentle expression on his face.

"Even you, do you rank me out?"

Just then the gentle eyes suddenly turned cold.Xia Yun raised her hand, intending to throw the wine jar to the ground, but after holding it up for a long time, she still put her hand down.

He slowly leaned against the wall, curled up, and hugged the wine jar tightly in his arms.

"Only exclude me, leave me alone - all of you, why are you so cruel."

He laughed loudly, laughed and laughed, and suddenly wept, and his laughter turned into whimpering, like an abandoned stray dog.

He cried for a long time, crying hoarsely, all the wine he drank turned into tears, soaking the sleeves on both sides.

The bright moon in the sky is like a smiling eye.Xia Yun sat hugging her knees in the dark, sometimes laughing wildly, sometimes choking and sobbing.

The neighboring residents were used to the drunk man going berserk, so they didn't come forward to scold him, but just turned off the lights to express their dissatisfaction.

After that night, Xiayun returned to the Yueyang Hall and spent the autumn on the collapsed bed.His heart was as quiet as a lake, no matter how painful his body was, it couldn't stir up any waves.

Occasionally, when he woke up suddenly at night, he also thought about whether he wanted to destroy Wanren Mountain directly and end Sulan with himself—after all, there was no one he knew or knew well here.

However, every time he wanted to make up his mind, a familiar smiling face appeared in front of his eyes.

The people who used to rely on him, the teenagers and girls who learned spells under his guidance, and those who would call him the palace lord brother...

Although Feng Rong died, her descendants are still there.

Because of Feng Rong's similar appearance to her father, Xia Yun deliberately avoided, so she didn't bother to inquire about things related to her.

It wasn't until the time of the funeral that he heard that Feng Rong had a child, but he didn't know the exact gender and age.

This child became Xiayun's only reason to protect Sulan.He didn't know if he wanted to live very much, so he deliberately didn't inquire about the child's specific information, for fear that one day he would learn of his death or other bad news.

Therefore, in the second hundred years, Xiayun gradually loosened her control over Sulan and retreated behind the scenes.

He has learned a lesson this time, and no longer appoints one person to act as Sulan, but distributes the governance power to the two groups of "civil judges" and "military envoys".

First, the two will check and balance each other, and no one will be too prominent;

Secondly, they can still perform their own duties, so they won't be as busy as Fengyan.

Due to the need to be in power, those people lived in Wangyun Palace, which added a bit of excitement to the lonely palace.

However, Xiayun no longer wants to have any entanglements with others, and except for official business, she tries to avoid contact with others as much as possible.

When there are more people in the palace, there will be more halls.At the suggestion of a certain judge, the Wangyun Palace was paved with gravel roads and a peach grove was planted.

After the Taolin grew up, Xiayun suffered some pain, but so much pain mixed together, more or less, it didn't make much difference.

In the third hundred years, Sulan gradually prospered with the joint efforts of several generations of civil judges and military envoys.

The demand for contradictory mining is increasing day by day, and Xiayun's body has finally reached the end of its strength.

In recent years, he has become weaker and weaker, and his body is always careless and refreshed. Every time he has an attack, he will suffer from an illness, and he has spent almost all his days in illness.

Fortunately, today's Sulan no longer needs the name "Master Xiayun Palace".He can finally get the long-awaited tranquility and keep the agreement with Su Lan...

However, things in this world can never be completely satisfactory.

That night, Xiayun lay on the stone slab in a daze.Generally, at night after the autumn harvest, there are not many people doing farm work or going out to step on the grass and trees, so it is always relatively peaceful.

However, tonight does not seem to be peaceful.Xiayun woke up in a burst of severe pain, and after taking a breath, she stepped out of the cave with some doubts.

In order to conceal her true age, Xiayun generally does not show her face to others, and wears a mask whenever she travels.

But tonight, he slept a little drowsily, but he forgot about it. Fortunately, there are few people in the area of ​​Wanren Mountain, so he is not afraid of being seen.

It's almost winter, and the night wind hits my body with a biting coldness.Xiayun grasped the crimson robe on her shoulders, raised her breath and jumped into the air, and quickly locked the target direction in the falling snow.

Somewhere in the south of the city, there are several layers of mana fluctuations, which are particularly obvious in the silent dark night.

Xiayun took a deep breath, and after confirming that her body was barely able to support herself, she closed her eyes and recited the formula, teleporting directly to the south of the city.

As soon as he stabilized his figure in the air, he saw people crowding chaotically below, some of them were holding torches in their hands, but most of them were all kinds of magic tools and weapons, which made people dazzled.

The group of people ignored the falling snowflakes, waved the utensils in their hands, and aimed at people other than themselves.

All of a sudden, all kinds of spells, crossbows? Arrows flew randomly, screaming and cursing mixed with the sound of fighting, interweaving a chaotic scene.

Xia Yun's eyes fell on the innocent grass and trees beside her, and she finally understood where the pain in her body came from.

He closed his eyes and sighed a little tiredly, but he didn't stop them from continuing to fight.

He also heard a little about the Hualin family.

When Sulan was first established, the most famous magic weapon craftsman came from the Lin family.For hundreds of years, the Lin family's status in the appliance manufacturing industry has remained high. Until eight years ago, a family of appliance manufacturers adjacent to the Lin family suddenly emerged, and gradually caught up with the Lin family. The backbone of the appliance industry.

The Hualin and Hualin families have been friends for generations, so even though they competed in making utensils, they lived in peace for several years when the Patriarch got along peacefully.

However, according to the report from the Disciplinary Palace, the two Hualin families had frequent fights a few months ago, and with the acquiescence of the two patriarchs, they quickly intensified and became incompatible.

Although under the mediation of the judges, the two families restrained a little.But I never thought about it, but I chose to make trouble in the middle of the night.

Xiayun soared in the air quietly, looking at the distorted faces below.Among them, blood splattered continuously, pouring on the white snow, dissolving a little bit of bright red.

Some things, Xiayun is not as persistent as before.There are so many joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys in this world, and everyone has their own life.He is not an omnipotent god, why should he be responsible for the lives of others?

Since there will be a result sooner or later, then follow the wishes of these people and go for it yourself.

Xiayun turned around and slowly landed on the street not far away.The place was empty, only an elderly man was sitting in front of the stall, rubbing his frozen red ears.

Seeing Xiayun approaching, the old man's cloudy eyes shone brightly.He stood up, Zhao Xiayun waved and said, "Young man, it's freezing cold, how about some hot buns?"

Xiayun shook her head, walked straight past the steamed stuffed bun stand, and quietly threw a piece of broken silver to the side of the steamer.The old man seemed to be used to it, and sat down again, took a sip from the gourd.

Naturally, the old man would not know that it was the mysterious Palace Master Sulan who passed by the steamed stuffed bun stall just now.

In his eyes, people are only divided into two categories, one is those who buy buns with him, and the other is not. It doesn't matter whether he is a young man in rich clothes or a down-and-out old man.

Xia Yun walked for a long time, and the dark sky no longer snowed, but gray clouds were piled up, brewing the next snow scene.The cold air seeped into his lungs, forming streaks of white air.

As Xiayun was walking, suddenly her heart ached and she knelt down on the snow ground directly pressing him down.

Reminiscent of the fight just now, it's normal for this to happen.However, when Xiayun finally recovered, the white snow in front of her eyes suddenly became translucent, as if being illuminated by the sun.He looked back, only to see a piece of golden light shining, quickly forming a barrier around it.

That is?

At the same time as the golden light was shining, the pain on Xiayun's body eased slightly.He hesitated for a while, but decided to rush over there to check.

So, after a burst of spell fluctuations, Xiayun appeared in front of the golden barrier.After seeing the area clearly, he was slightly stunned.

It turned out to be the scene of the battle that had just been there, but it was surrounded by golden light.

Crossing the translucent barrier, Xiayun saw thick smoke billowing inside, a huge fire snake spitting out letters, roaring and burning through every inch of the ground, devouring the people inside.

"Help, help—"

Several people found that the situation was wrong, and they all showed terrified faces, beating the golden barrier desperately, trying to escape from this area.

However, the barrier was very strong, blocking them inside, and they were submerged in the flames in an instant.

Even though Xiayun had seen countless tragic scenes, she was still horrified by the scene in front of her.

He quickly glanced around, trying to find the source of the golden light, and soon caught a glimpse of a suspicious figure.

It was a thin and small child, looking about his first year of life.He knelt in front of the golden light, looking at the disheveled man, with tears in his eyes.

As if noticing Xiayun's gaze, the childish boy raised his head and met Xiayun's gaze.

Although the face in front of him was immature, it was somewhat similar to the person he knew in the past.Xiayun was stunned for a moment, and just met the childish eyes.

"Immortal...brother, are you an immortal?"

The toddler stood up and spoke in fear.

Xia Yun suddenly came back to her senses and said, "What?"

Zhitong said: "I saw that Mieyan was out of control, and I wanted to trap it, but the silk curtain umbrella didn't listen to me, and expanded the range too much..."

The tears in his eyes were still spinning, he looked up into the sky helplessly, and said, "Are you a god? Can you help me to make it stop?"

Xiayun couldn't understand several terms in his mouth.Xiayun followed her childish gaze, and in the golden orange light, she vaguely saw the outline of an umbrella.

"This barrier is made of that umbrella?"

The childish child nodded, hope lit up in his eyes: "Please help, you can destroy it, and then—"

He opened his big eyes, glanced at the fire snake inside the barrier, and said, "I beg you, save the people inside."

Xiayun rolled her eyelashes and said, "You should stay away first."

He flew onto the golden light, condensed a stream of magic power in his hand, and struck directly at the silver umbrella.

The author has something to say:

"Hui" is a variant of the word "Hui". I personally think it is more interesting, so it is used as a chapter name.

P/s:

"Wine is for joy, and happiness comes from eliminating worries." It comes from "Kan Zhidui", Volume [-] of Jiao Yanshou's "Yi Lin" in the Han Dynasty, which means that wine can bring joy to people and dispel sorrow.