Songshan is located in the Central Plains, lying across the east and west, overlooking the Luo River in the north, facing the Ying River in the south, Ji Mountain, Taishi Mountain in the east, Shaoshi Mountain in the west, all of them are beautiful, and they have been called Zhongyue since King Ping of the Zhou Dynasty moved east. By the Tang Dynasty, the descendants of Wu called Emperor, and even named Songshan as Shenyue. For a time, there were many Buddhist temples and palaces in the mountains, which lived up to the name of famous mountains in the capital.

There is a way to make Song Dynasty steep and steep peaks. Among the peaks, the peaks are the highest and the most fascinating. Now it is March, and there is a green spring outside, but it is still a bit cold when walking in the mountains. Generations of high-ranking officials and nobles have regarded this place as a tourist attraction. The paths that were originally stepped on by woodcutters in the mountains have gradually become stone roads. The pieces of bluestone have become smooth and round under the trampling of countless people, and are even more slippery after a night of light rain.

On the stone road, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl walked carefully in the back with a basket on her back. She saw her slim figure in a cloth-dressed and shiny face, but at first glance, she looked dark and shiny. In the white atmosphere, she could be considered an alien. When she finally saw the familiar path on her right hand, she raised her hand and wiped the sweat beads on her forehead.

In the north of this Songyang Temple, deep in the branch path next to the foot of Junjifeng Mountain, there are three thatched huts hidden among the bamboo forest. It is said that they are all made of bamboo. The thatch on the top has obviously just changed. At this moment, there are rainwaters on the edge of the roof or drops. Outside the thatch is a circle of short fences, and the door made of bamboo rows is slightly hidden. The girl pushed the door open and entered the small yard with casual hands, then quickly walked to the door of the hut, pricked up her ears and listened to the movement, then pushed open the door and tiptoed into the house.

The east side of the three rooms was partitioned with paper lattice fans. Among the other two rooms, except for the shorter tables, two bamboo lattice couches and clothes hangers, there were only a few book boxes in the corner, which looked a bit shabby. The girl quickly walked to the front of the book box and put down the basket. Then she walked around the lattice and fanned to the east room. At a glance, she saw the drooping girl sitting on the floor, leaning against the bamboo bed with one hand, and gently putting her hands in front of her, and dozing off her head bit by bit.

"My wife!"

The girl lying on the bedside woke up immediately when she heard this low call. She glanced at the maid who had returned with a angrily voice, and then whispered: "Speak softly, don't wake up brother!"

She stood up with the maid's hand, turned her head and stared at the person on the bed for a long time. Seeing that there was no movement at all, she immediately showed an uncontrollable worry. When both of her maid and her maid walked around the grid and slapped the outside room, she asked the maid: "Zhuying, have you bought all the things you asked you to buy?"

"My wife, I bought them all. Last year, the locust plague was more than 30% more expensive than before. I heard that traces of locusts appeared in the field. This time, eggs were much more expensive than the last time, and only one penny was worth one. The thirty cents I brought when I went out, and after buying half a pound of salt, I picked a few vegetables and vegetables, so the money was not enough, so I only spent two pennies to buy two."

"It's expensive, as long as my brother can get better quickly." The girl's childish face showed a resolute look that was very inconsistent with her age. When she saw Zhuying's expression, she immediately asked, "I will take my brother to Songshan with you from afar, and I can trust you. You have anything to say."

"My wife, although we raised twenty guan before we said this, it was not a solution." Zhuying looked at the lattice fan that covered the shape of the east house and said softly, "You have been here with your husband for almost half a month, but the expenses on the road, the renovation of the thatched house plus the other medicines cost, have already spent five or six guan. Even if the Taoist priest of Songyang Temple is willing to treat his illness in the future, he still has to buy medicine, prepare Xie Yi, and hire a car to return. I'm afraid it's more frugal..."

"I understand." The girl interrupted Zhuying without thinking, and then said firmly, "I will eat less every day in the future, but I can't treat my brother badly. Zhuying, don't worry, when my brother is ready, I will beg him to give you good documents in the future, and those who make up your mind will not succeed!"

"Thank you, my wife!"

Zhuying's face suddenly showed a deep look of gratitude. After bowing deeply, she retreated.

There are three masters and servants living in this thatched cottage. She is the only one of them, from the time they pack up to the buying and cooking. Even though they live a hard life, it is better to follow the young masters to travel thousands of miles than to stay at home to face those coveted eyes. Otherwise, if Du Shijiulang, who is supporting the door, has a few shortcomings, and Du Shisanniang is either lonely or dependent on others, how can she protect herself a humble maid? When she gets here, in order to avoid being entangled by someone outside, she has to smear her face, neck and hands.

Who would have thought that Du Shijiulang, a prodigy who had been famous in Fanchuan since childhood, often went to and from various noble families in Chang'an City. Last year, he was frightened and seriously ill due to a fire at home. Not only could he never write a poem, but he also became confused and seeking medical treatment everywhere but did not improve. In the end, he could not even speak or move his hands and feet. He was a living dead man. But his parents died prematurely. Du Fu, the uncle of Xianzhou, was a lieutenant of Xiping County, and had not come back for many years.

Although Du Qu in Fanchuan is a place where the Du clans live, they are intimate and distant from each other. The relationship between the genealogy of each branch can often be traced back to the five fu. Except for the Du clan of Huanshui, Du clan of Jingzhao, Du clan of Xiangyang, Du clan of Puyang, each branch has people settled there, and many of them regard Duling Jingzhao as the county. At first, many families have kindly helped their families, but no matter how much help is, they can't match the sacrificial family, so Du Shisanniang, the legitimate sister of a mother, had to go all out.

Taking out the remaining twenty-six chunks of money, Du Shisanniang ignored her and was only eleven years old. She insisted on borrowing a carriage and horse driver to travel thousands of miles from Jingzhao Mansion to Songshan. Fortunately, she was not in danger on the way. However, Songyang Temple was easy to enter, and the Taoist Sun Taichong, who was known as a good medical expert, was not a good candidate for Master Sun. Du Shisanniang would go almost once the next day, but the Taoist people in the middle of the back shook their heads and said that Master Sun was wandering around and not in the temple.

"Brother!"

When he returned to the bed and saw Du Shiyi lying on the bed opening his eyes, Du Shisanniang was surprised and happy. However, he found that his eyes were still looking at him thoughtfully, and there was still no word. It was clearly no different from yesterday. She couldn't help but feel deeply disappointed.

However, she cheered up and twisted the towel into the copper basin next to her, and carefully wiped her face for her brother. Then she whispered: "Brother, don't worry, no matter what, I will go to Songyang Temple to ask for the Taoist Master Sun to cure your illness! If Taoist Master Sun is not good, even if I take you through thousands of mountains and rivers, I will find a famous doctor like the former Medicine King! When my grandfather and Ah Niang passed away, I promised them that our brother and sister will definitely be fine!"

Hearing these decisive words, the boy on the bed still looked dull and said nothing. Faced with this situation, Du Shisanniang suddenly sighed sadly, and her little face showed indescribable sadness.

After dinner, Zhuying had already fallen asleep due to busy work for a day. Du Shisanniang, who often watched Du Shiyi fall asleep by the bed and went to bed by herself, seemed to be unable to withstand the hardships these days and went to bed early. Lying on another bed beside the east wall, she curled up in a ball. In addition to her uniform breathing, she occasionally had a few whispers like a dream, and combined with the faint sound of insects outside, making the quiet room more deep.

Du Shiyi, who was lying on the bed by the north wall, woke up brightly at this time.

Waking up from the dream was more than a thousand years ago. In those days before, every day, he was drowsy and various fragments reappeared in front of him like a lantern. Most of the time he was dizzy and unable to move. This day when he could not move his hands or speak, it was enough to make him unforgettable. In addition to this torture, the words he heard every day were so strange that it was incredible. If it weren't for his strong willpower, he would have gone crazy!

He once thought it was a prank, or a dream of Nan Ke, but everything was too real, and Du Shisanniang and Zhuying, who always took turns to accompany him, finally distinguished between dreams and reality, and understood that he was Du Shiyi now, no one else. At this moment, he gently clenched his fists with both hands and then stretched out again. With such a simple action, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

From the first finger to the moment he finally can clench his fists with both hands. If he remembered the changes day and night, it would have been 64 days!

He was no longer the mother died early, and was forced by his father, who was a master of Jinshi, to copy classics from his childhood, and once learned acupuncture from his father's old friends. Later, the young man rebelled and ran away from home to learn music that was denounced by his father as a path. His footprints once spread across most of the earth, but in the end, he had only time to meet the last unfilial son before his father died. Now it is the fourth year of Kaiyuan, and the position of emperor is the emperor. It was Li Longji, who created a prosperous age and sent him to the ending Emperor Ming of Tang Li Longji. He was Du Shijilang of Duling, Jingzhao of the Tang Dynasty. His parents were both dead and his family fell into ruin. In addition to countless relatives of the family, only his relatives were his relatives, Du Shisanniang, who depended on each other.

"Sister..."
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