"Sir, save me!"

A sad voice echoed in his ears, and he looked along the sound.

It was a beautiful palace, but now it had turned into a sea of ​​fire. A group of palace maids in brocade clothes ran around, and behind them were a group of soldiers wearing wolves and tigers, holding swords and guns, and wearing armor.

She, wearing gorgeous palace outfits, stumbled out of the hall.

Her hair was scattered, but her face looked particularly blurry. Even if he tried hard to look around, he couldn't see her appearance clearly.

But he knew that she was talking to him.

"Sir, save me!"

The woman's hissing and screaming, and the sad voice came clearly into his ears amid the shouts and killings.

He instinctively stretched out his hand and walked quickly towards the woman.

And she seemed to see her, and staggered towards him...

It's strange that the two were getting closer and closer, but her face was still blurry, and she could only vaguely see a trace of outline.

He opened his mouth and wanted to speak to her, but he couldn't make a sound.

Seeing that she was about to run closer, a look of fear appeared in his eyes.

A white horse rushed out of the sea of ​​fire behind her. The horse was sitting upright with a young man holding a bright sword in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, he came behind her.

"Guo'er, be careful!"

He finally shouted, but she seemed to have not heard it and still ran towards him desperately.

A cold light flashed in the air, and the young white horse raised his sword behind her and slashed at her fiercely...

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"Guo'er, be careful!"

Yang Shouwen suddenly opened his eyes and stood up from the grass.

He was covered with fine beads of sweat on his forehead. He sat on the ground, gasping for breath, and his heart was even more pounding.

The setting sun shines on Tiger Valley Mountain red.

Under the hillside, the stream is gurgling.

The water is very clear, and you can see the fish swimming leisurely in the stream.

Two yellow oxen were walking leisurely on the grass by the stream. In the distance, the undulating mountains were dyed red by the afterglow of the sunset, which was particularly enchanting.

The wind blowing from Yanshan Mountain is filled with a hint of coolness.

The blowing on Yang Shouwen made him shudder. Only then did he realize that his back was wet with cold sweat.

call!

Yang Shouwen exhaled a long breath of turbid air, and then lay on the grass with a fluffy sound, but his head was in a mess.

This damn dream has appeared for more than ten days in a row.

Every time it is the same dream, the same person, the same result... But the question is, who is the "Guoer"?

Thinking of this, Yang Shouwen couldn't help but have a headache.

After seventeen years of confusion, I woke up and unexpectedly discovered that I did not belong to this era.

He came from the future one thousand five hundred years later and was reborn in this era. However, due to various reasons, his soul was blocked, so he spent a full seventeen years in a daze. If it weren't for that sudden thunderstorm, he might still have been through the turmoil and become the "maniac" who is always stupid in the eyes of ordinary people.

But, who is Guer?

Yang Shouwen swore that with his two-life experience, he didn't know anything about "Guoer".

But why, this damn nightmare has been with him since he woke up, and it makes him feel inexplicably heartache?

I can't figure it out, I really can't figure it out!

"Ah Gunnu, the cowherd. He was sixteen years old and stupid.

He chased the scalpers all over the mountain and returned home with one less head. My father came to ask him, but he didn't know how many scalpers were..."

A singing interrupted Yang Shouwen's thoughts.

He sat up and looked at it. It turned out that a group of boys ran to the riverside at some point, singing nursery rhymes while playing.

Yang Shouwen's face calmed down.

Because Ahnnu who is in his waist is talking about him.

When he was a child, his grandfather took him to ask for blessings from the Buddha at Heping Temple in Changping, so he got the nickname "Ah Qinu". The thing that was sung in this song happened last year. At that time, Yang Shouwen was so stupid that he didn't know that Niu Qun had lost one head. When his father asked about this matter, he couldn't answer clearly.

This is actually not a big deal, but I don’t know who it was, but I actually compiled this incident into a nursery rhyme and spread it, so that everyone in Changping County knew it.

If Yang Shouwen's father was an ordinary person, it would be nothing.

The key is that his father Yang Chenglie was a county magistrate of Changping. Although he was only a position under the ninth rank, he was also ranked. Changping is a small county town with a population of less than 3,000 households, but he also has more than 10,000 people. In the entire county town, in addition to the county magistrate, county magistrate and chief clerk, Yang Chenglie has the largest official position. This incident also made Yang Chenglie feel very embarrassed.

Yang Chenglie was originally a child of the Yang family of Hongnong.

In Yang Shouwen's memory, Yang Chenglie was originally an officer, but later, somehow, his family moved to Changping.

Yang Shouwen's biological mother seems to be from a wealthy family.

However, he passed away shortly after giving birth to Yang Shouwen, which also made Yang Shouwen lose his mother since childhood.

Later, Yang Chenglie married a woman named Song in Changping, and then gave birth to a son and a daughter.

Yang Shouwen's grandfather was a Taoist priest and did not like to live in the county town, so he settled down at the foot of Hugu Mountain.

Because Yang Shouwen has a bad mind since childhood, and his mother passed away shortly after he was born, Yang Chenglie thought he was a disaster star and did not like him very much. Therefore, Yang Shouwen lived with his grandfather since he was a child.

Two years ago, when Yang Shouwen was fifteen years old, his grandfather passed away.

Since then, Yang Shouwen has lived alone in the farm at the foot of Hugu Mountain. Although he does not have Yang Chenglie's care, he lives a leisurely and comfortable life. After all, this farm is Yang Chenglie's business land. With the 200 acres of business land at the foot of Hugu Mountain, Yang Shouwen is enough to have food and clothing... As for herding cattle, it is a habit he developed with his grandfather since he was a child.

The gains and losses of a cow are nothing to Yang Chenglie.

But the problem is that everyone in Changping knew that Yang Chenglie raised a stupid son. In the past, everyone could think that they didn't know Yang Shouwen's existence. However, when this nursery rhyme was spread, it was equivalent to uncovering the lid, which made Yang Chenglie teased every time he had a party. Although some people had no malice, it was enough to make Yang Chenglie feel a knot. As a result, Yang Chenglie became more and more cold to Yang Shouwen.

Yang Shouwen, who was confused, could not feel the malice around him.

But Yang Shouwen, who woke up, could keenly sense the full malice hidden behind this nursery rhyme.

A pair of slightly delicate thick eyebrows frowned slightly. He glanced at the children by the stream, but felt quite helpless.

Could it be that they are serious about these little guys wearing crotch pants? They may not understand the malice hidden behind this song, but they just find it interesting, so they keep singing. Could it be that he can still catch them and beat them up?

Sighing helplessly, Yang Shouwen picked up a stone from the ground beside him and threw it at the children.

The children laughed and dispersed, but in a short while they gathered on the riverside, singing and teasing the yellow cows.

At this time, a sound of horse hooves came from the end of the mountain road.

Yang Shouwen turned his head and saw several horses appearing from the mountain road to the west, running towards this side quickly.

The knight on the horse was dressed in black and a black hat on his head. A circle of black veil was hanging on the edge of the hat, covering their faces, making it impossible to see clearly. This Hugu Mountain is the remnant of Yanshan Mountain and belongs to the Jundu Mountain. There are quite a few people coming and going from Juyongguan and Guzhu every day, let alone the August of the Mid-Autumn Festival is about to be around.

This time of year is the most lively season in Changping.

In the past few years, due to the rebellion of the Khitans, Changping was much deserted. This year, the country was basically peaceful and the people were safe, and no wars occurred, so Changping became lively again. Especially last year, the establishment of a vassal state in the northwest of Changping, and the increase in the number of Hu people migrating from the northeast also destined that Changping this year would be more lively than in previous years.

So Yang Shouwen only glanced at the team of knights and did not pay attention.

He dusted off the dust on his body and stepped slowly down the hillside.
Chapter completed!