Shao Song - Vol 2.3 Chapter 34

Chapter 434

Above the Bohai Sea, there was a sudden storm, and gradually there were waves and rains.

At this moment, Zhao Guan’s family under the bajiaojing affiliated pavilion of Dalonggong Temple couldn’t help being startled a little, and then he continued to eat the milk cake while looking out to the sea in the distance.

After a while, the wind rolled up the waves, the clouds pressed down and the rain fell, and the sea was really stormy. Standing in the pavilion, Zhao Jiu saw the surrounding fishing boats rushing back to the island from a distance, but before reaching the shore, there were white waves surging into the sky, and the heavy rain was pouring, which inevitably made people worry.

However, even a sane person knows that they are worried and worried. In this situation, no one can determine the safety and whereabouts of the fishing boat. It seems that in the tide of the era that has passed or is about to end, I don’t know how many people can’t help themselves with the ups and downs of the times.

However, the war has ended, a new era is coming, and some things will finally settle down.

The sea and mountains are as old as the old. The traces of Emperor Qin, Wei, Wu, and Tangzong are vividly remembered. However, the rise and fall of the country and the change of times make some things look the same, but they seem to be completely different a long time ago.

After thinking about it, the big wave has already rolled up, and it looks like a mountain…The island is naturally higher than the sea level, and although the Dalonggong Temple is under the foothills of the southeast, this famous octagonal well is in a lower position because of the need to fetch water, so , It doesn’t seem to be stable here, but there is a state of facing the waves as the wind.

While Zhao Guan’s family stood beside the Octagonal Well, the rate of milk cake reduction in his hand also gradually slowed down until it stagnated.

Besides, when Zhao Jiu came to Chrysanthemum Island, he had the meaning of visiting’Jieshi’ along the way. Of course, he remembered the poem’changing the world’, but he consciously reversed the overall situation of Song and Jin. After ten years of hard work, there was some accomplishment in his heart. Can’t hold back.

However, he passed Jieshi Mountain in turn, climbed Qinhuangdao, and watched Jieshi in the sea, but he still had no words.

The reason is not self-explanatory. At that time, it was early summer to midsummer, and tomorrow was empty, the sea and mountains were quiet, where did the ‘depressing autumn wind is now again’ from the air, and where did the ‘heavy rain fall quiet swallows’?

Moreover, Zhao Jiu did not wait for news of the deaths of Qin Hui and his wife, Wanyan Wuben, Wanyan Hela, Wanyan Xiyin and others at that time. He was somewhat lacking in confidence about the complete end of the war, and he did cringe a little. state.

Add two by two, after all, there is no words.

But I have to say it again. Today, autumn is about to fall within a dozen days, and the Kingdom of Jin has been completely’annihilated’. Jurchen has surrendered, Goryeo and Mongolia are in reverence, and northern Xinjiang is wiped out. New Order has also begun to fall, and the mood and situation are naturally different.

Even, just now, when the wind was surging and the white waves were turbid, he almost saw the exact same scene as that of the poem, and was led out of some completely connected state of mind.

At this moment, in this situation, Zhao Jiu really wants to hold the milk cake and sigh—changing the world!

However, even though his heart was gushing out, he still didn’t read it. It seemed that there was still a thin film in his heart, which was so uneasy, which was taken for granted.

“Officials.”

Of course Liu Yan didn’t know that Zhao Guan’s heart was surging, but seeing the wind and waves getting stronger and the rain getting more and more urgent, he stepped forward to break the turmoil in accordance with his duties. “The water vapor here is too heavy, so it’s better to go back to the highland courtyard for a while to rest… It is to enjoy the scenery, and the view there is better.”

“It doesn’t have to be this way.” Zhao Jiu shook his head disapprovingly, only placed the plate on the stone tablet next to the octagonal well, brushed his hands, and turned to look at the two confidants: “Actually, I just got a wonderful word.”

Speaking of this, Liu Yan naturally stopped speaking, but Lu Benzhong immediately greeted him with his hand… When it comes to poetry, he is full of confidence… After all, what is professional?

“Official words are bound to be wonderful.” Anyway, let’s come to a flattery first.

“I got it occasionally.” Zhao Jiu shook his head and laughed, and the distance was already stormy, rain and fog. “But today’s occasional acquisition is indeed wonderful… Poetry is something like this. One is to look at people and to see things. The emperor writes and writes about important events, which is somewhat cheaper; the other is on rhetorical allusions. If the literary is appropriate, it can be memorial. Reverberation will take you to a higher level. Third, it depends on whether the predecessors have similar ideas and similar words. If you can make the first comment, it will be another level.”

“The official words are extremely true.” Everyone in Lu’s own poems, naturally, they can understand the words at one point, and even if they don’t order them, they will be a set. “It’s like that morning… that Zhao Liang’s poem was completely domineering, and it was two stories high, but because of his ridiculous identity and the ridiculous purpose of this trip, it seemed that the poem was also short. But if it is an official The family personally recites it. When Yanyun returns and the Northern Expedition wins, he will have to rise a few floors. When I want to come to the official family, I think “excellent”, when it is time to meet the situation and people should respond to the situation, and there is Literary allusions, and a lofty intention.”

“good.”

Zhao Jiu has a clear face.

Lü Benzhong thought for a while, and didn’t bother to continue brewing the atmosphere, and directly handed over: “The minister takes the liberty, and I would like to hear about the “excellent” of the official family.”

“Juren (Lu Benzhongzi).”

Zhao Jiu heard the words and looked at the heavy rain outside the pavilion. Instead of reciting the poem, he suddenly returned to the business from the beginning. “Do you think that after this edict, how long will there be peace in Northern Xinjiang?”

“Naturally, for thousands of years.” Lu Benzhong was casual, but soon, after he had been away from the official for almost a year, he recalled the character of the other party, and then immediately laughed at himself. “The minister is not kidding… There should be something in three to five hundred years, right?”

“Still kidding.” Zhao Jiu also smiled and answered. “At most two or three hundred years, in fact one or two hundred years is difficult.”

Lv Benzhong is not stupid. He immediately wakes up to what the other party is pointing at, but just as he wants to be relieved, Liu Yan can’t bear it again: “In that case, why can the officials flatten northern Xinjiang and get it done once and for all?”

“Where does it come once and for all? If that’s the case, I’m afraid it will only be stable for 50 years at most.”

Lv Benzhong is not afraid of the Liaoyang County King who just abolished the country with a single word, but soon, as Zhao Jiu’s gaze swept across, the Lord Lv smiled honestly at Liu Yan. “This is not what I said, but the words of my father when I traveled northward through Tokyo… After receiving a letter from Xu Xianggong (Xu Jingheng) from the southeast, my father talked with Zhao Xianggong face to face. It seems that the three have the same meaning. They are all in northern Xinjiang. If it is used strong, it will inevitably exhaust the country’s vitality and it is not worthy…At this time, the official checks and balances are the most appropriate.”

Liu Yan was silent immediately…Don’t talk about him, even if Han Shizhong and Yue Fei are allowed to come together, it is not qualified to deny the political consensus between the Zhao official family and several comrades.

Furthermore, people like them are really hard to talk about money, food and logistics.

On the other side, Zhao Jiu listened to the sound of rain that almost merged with the sound of the waves, and laughed again: “Actually, I can’t be so conceited… My move was not just for the stability of the dynasty, if it is It works properly, and some things are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. It means that the dynasty has been changed in a hundred or two hundred years. After all, if you want to come to northern Xinjiang, you will still be somewhat restrained, right?”

Lu Benzhong wanted to flatter a few words on the topic of national fortune, but he already knew the character of the official, but he didn’t know where to start, so he could only respond indiscriminately.

It was still Liu Yan, and it was difficult to accept at the moment: “What the officials and Lu’s internal system said before actually refer to my country’s fortune? It’s such a hard work, only two or three hundred years?”

“This is too much.” Zhao Jiu was honest. “Now the imperial court has the same caliber. Before, I was only compared to Guangwu. Later, I was blown up and pushed up to Tang Zong… But it was Guangwu Xing Han, less than two hundred years old, and Taizong established the Tang Dynasty, only two hundred and seventy-eight years ago. …This dynasty has established a new reign, and it is not qualified to pass it. What’s more, the ills of the previous century have been settled in many places in the south?”

“Countries like Goryeo have been around for more than two hundred years…” Liu Yan was still a little unacceptable. “And seeing that it doesn’t collapse on its own.”

“Goryeo may be back for another two hundred years.” Zhao Jiu disapproved. “It’s a small country with few people, just live in a corner, and serve the big country…not like the Song Dynasty, it’s too big.”

After all, Liu Yan was a jinshi, and he didn’t understand it in his heart. It was just that when everything was settled, he could not help but feel a little sad and unacceptable when he heard Zhao official’s family and those words that were relevant to the public.

“Officials.”

Liu Yan’s face was bitter. “Is there really no continuity of all things under the world, and the law of all things?”

“Of course there is.”

Zhao Jiu glanced at this confidant, but still didn’t care. “If the unification is seen in China, it has been three or four thousand years since the three generations, Xia, Shang, Zhou, Qin, Han, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, Sui, Tang and Five Dynasties, and even today… As for Zhao Song… Here is Feng Hyung Yuda’s son?”

Liu Yan was speechless for a while, and Lu Benzhong had something in his heart, so he didn’t dare to say more.

“As for a family and a surname, once generations want to continue for a long time, there is actually no way to go.” Zhao Jiu seemed to be comforting the other party and continued speaking. “But firstly, it depends on whether the original learning can be prosperous, secondly, it depends on whether future generations can understand the current affairs, and thirdly, it depends on some luck… But after all, it has nothing to do with you and me. You and I do such things, although dozens of Years turn into dust, but then it can affect the prosperity and decline of the century, even if it is worthy of the world, the mountains and the sea, up and down…Why bother to think?”

“The officials said it was very true, it was the minister who got into the horns.” Liu Yan hurriedly arched his hands.

And Zhao Jiu nodded slightly, and he looked at another non-speaking minister amidst the roar of the waves: “Juren, what are you thinking about? Do you think I’m joking about the original study?”

“No, no.” Lu Benzhong waved his hand quickly. “If these principles between heaven and earth are useless, what is the point of being alive? The minister is thinking of something else…”

“Think of Feng Hyung Yuda?”

Zhao Jiu sneered for a while. “Or my words?”

“Of course it is the official poem.” Lu Benzhong responded earnestly.

“That sentence is really wonderful, but I almost didn’t do anything, and I always feel guilty.” Zhao Jiu was too lazy to care, just looking at the waves with her hands behind her. “Therefore, just to read this poem calmly, I have to do one thing…”

Lu Benzhong’s complexion became paler.

Thousands of miles in the northern Xinjiang were clear, but the sea was stormy, forcing the Zhao official family to stay on the sea for a while, while at the same time, the central plains area where Tokyo city was located was clear for several days.

On the first day of late June, everything was peaceful.

In the morning, Tokyo City opened its doors early, livestock, vegetables and fruits still entered from Nanxun Gate, and bulk cargoes still arrived early along the Bianhe River. The whole city then gradually awakened in the water vapor and sunshine.

Obviously, while maintaining the usual stability and noise, the city is faintly thriving.

Undoubtedly, this is the result of the great victory in the north and the destruction of the Kingdom of Jin. The country is stabilized, and the hearts of the people are yearning for the future, which is natural.

In fact, several months have passed since I learned of the victory in the north. In the past few months, many details of the war have been reported. From the initial misgivings to the recognition and shock of the people in Bianjing, by this time, they have somewhat fallen back—though The war in the north is full of bizarre details, and the content in the mansion newspaper is also detailed, and the topics on the street are always inseparable from the north, but in fact, the heat has gradually subsided.

Officials are considering the political intentions of the officials and the political threats of Yanjing. The common people need three meals a day and tea with tea, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

However, at the same time, it may be because after all I didn’t participate, I didn’t witness it with my own eyes, and the shadows from ten years ago were there, so the whole city still has a posture of not enough fun, not enough transparency, and not enough relief… So, Still can’t help but talk, talk.

This is a seemingly contradictory situation, but it is actually taken for granted.

Xin Cao Gate is the theoretical front east gate of Tokyo City. You enter from Xin Cao Gate all the way to the west, passing along the southern wall of Miyajo City and next to Xuande Building, and finally leave from Zhengxi Wansheng Gate.

However, because the bulk of goods go through the Bianhe River, officials and livestock usually go through Nanxun Gate, and there is a new Yichunyuan Garden that has been changed to a racecourse outside Chaoyangmen on the south side. The cost of the palace is still not mentioned, so Whether it is the new Caomen or the inner city Caomen, it is more like a vassal of the Maxing Street business district in the inner city.

Nowadays, most of the “riders” in Chengdong Zhuangzi walk from here every day. They have their own fields and are farmers, but they don’t delay the strolling into the city every morning during the slack. They pick up the flag and send it off at Maxing Street. Takeaway…This is a better place in the east of the city than in the west.

“What happened before? Fatty Ma, go and ask.”

The fourth shopkeeper of Fanlou, Zhao Radish, is of course not a takeaway, but his family also lives outside the east gate, so he gets up early every day and collects some fresh fruits and vegetables and fish eggs in the east of the city for Fanlou…nothing. Many, wins in freshness. With the help of the rider who delivered the food in Fanlou, there is still some change left. Of course, today is no exception, but at this time, he rode a mule to Xincaomen, but was surprised to find that today This road does not seem to work.

Ma Pang is a takeaway driver from Fanlou, and a junior from Zhao Luohua’s neighbors from the same village. Hearing this, he immediately went forward to inquire, and within a moment, he hurried back and told the story:

“Uncle Zhao…The door was open, but he refused. A notice was posted on it. Mending was also shouting, saying that the new Caomen has military affairs today, and it will not work before noon, so we need to make a detour…”

“Into his mother’s military affairs.”

Zhao Luoluo is anxious. “Go to the front and say a detour… The world is peaceful, and the Jurchen emperor has escaped from Yanjing and died. Where is the military affairs? Can the Jurchen come back thousands of miles away?”

Ma Pang and a group of Fanlou drivers just didn’t say anything.

Zhao Luoluo finished cursing, and looked back at his team behind him. He was helpless. He counted out a hundred yuan from his arms and handed it to Ma Pang: “Isn’t your family here in our village? Go and ask. Ask…Just say that the building is waiting for the fire to cook, and it is necessary to provide for the comrades. If there are so many people, it will take more than half an hour to get around the Chaoyangmen.”

Pang Ma nodded repeatedly, and immediately stepped forward to take the money, but when he turned around, he couldn’t help but curl his lips, and felt that Uncle Carrot was too stingy…This kind of serious matter, a hundred dollars is a shit?

How about the same set when Feng Hyung Yu was a big student?

Sure enough, Ma Pang took a hundred money and went around the city for a while, only to find the family to ask, and then he ran back without showing any money:

“It’s good to teach Uncle Zhao to know…As soon as the money was taken out, the doorkeeper was stunned. They said that Fanlou was a fart before the military affairs! The fourth shopkeeper was a fart again! The money was gone, and I got a kick in vain. …Let us enter from Chaoyangmen in the south, and a moment later is a moment of delay. Fanlou has no food at midday, it just deserves it!”

Zhao Turnip, who was riding on the mule, looked blue and red. He was afraid of delays and was not willing to accept the hundred dollars. After a long while, he gritted his teeth and said, “It was not you who hacked the money, right? Don’t let familiar faces enter the door? There was nothing like this during the Xuanhe years!”

Fat Ma just shook his head and smiled bitterly, which caused the rest of the drivers and Lifu to laugh together.

Fanlou’s people gave the face, and the people in the other store next to them were too lazy to give face, and directly mocked: “Uncle Turnip, but now the emperor Jianyan is in the court, he hates things during the Xuanhe period the most… Why don’t you say that you have been twenty years old? What happened when I was growing radishes in the east of the city? At that time, Taiwei Gao still bought your radishes!”

Zhao Luoluo became more embarrassed and distressed, but in the end, he had no choice but to order the team to turn to Chaoyangmen.

But at this time, the Fanlou shopkeeper sitting on the mule just turned around and was surprised to realize that as the morning fog dissipated, smoke and dust billowed on the east road for some time, as if there was an army. Open.

This made him flustered after experiencing Jingkang’s escape and returning again, and then made up his mind directly:

“Walk around, just go to Chaoyang Gate, don’t run into the army.”

Everyone started, but only a few steps away, someone in the new Cao Gate over there suddenly shouted from the upper gate: “People on the horse street, at this time, they really can’t get through the Chaoyang Gate… Zhang Shilang has an order, open the horse and let go. Horse Street riders grab a step!”

The shopkeeper Zhao was confused, and naturally it was not easy to go around again, but the front was crowded, and the army was approaching behind him, but he couldn’t help but panic. He could only shout again and again to ask Fanlou’s car to follow him, and not to leave the team without permission.

In the distance, the army is approaching, near the rammed road in front of the door, the smoke and dust gradually become difficult, and it is possible to see the size of the army and the strength of the army.

Fearing that the shopkeeper Zhao, who was used to the army, became more and more panicked, but tried to squeeze forward, but finally rushed to enter the new Caomen before the army arrived, then he was relieved, and he directly turned back and yelled:

“Don’t be greedy to watch the army. We knocked out the eggs and dropped the carrots. Let’s walk along the street…slowly, while watching…two no…”

The driver of Zhonglifu was about to answer, but he found that Zhao Turnip was suddenly in the same place, and then he looked at the city gate of the new Cao Gate and became dumbfounded.

“Yes, it’s a Jurchen…”

Zhao Carrot stared from the city gate hole, his face was white, his teeth trembled, and he said something unbelievable.

Ma Pang and the others looked back together, and they saw the sergeant in the middle of the queue walking behind him—some people wear leather hats in summer, some don’t have hats, but they have the typical money rat tail…or a single tail. Or two tails on either side…this is a typical Jurchen hairstyle.

Besides, many people are still wearing ragged leather armor, holding turbulent flags, carrying bows, and carrying empty quivers.

But no matter what, there is no doubt that this is the Jurchen.

Actually, it was not just Zhao Turnip, Ma Pang and the others, but the entire New Caomen suddenly fell into a comprehensive and strange silence.

Most people don’t know what’s going on. A few people who are thinking about it, including the insiders above the city gate, are also weirdly plunged into weird silence with the people at this time.

“It’s a Jurchen! The Jurchen is calling here again!”

In silence, Zhao Turnip suddenly yelled, and then urged his mules to run along the street like crazy.

Just past the morning, the street is wide, but there are not many people. The mule didn’t step on anyone, so he carried his master into the city.

A group of riders and Lifu are young people. They only looked at the direction of Zhao Luoluo’s mad escape, but often turned around to look behind him… There, more and more Jurchens came out of the doorway, but on both sides of the Jurchens At the same time, there were also a series of imperial sergeants, all in armor and sharp, and they were accompanied by serious supervision.

The scene is already clear, this is a prisoner of war-the imperial sergeant is escorting the prisoner of war.

According to the report in the Di Bao, in the battle of capturing the deer, there were seven to eighty thousand prisoners of war before and after. Among them, the so-called true Tatars such as Jurchens, Bohai people, and Khitans were no less than 40,000. I was afraid that I would have to hold a few. Ten Thousand Jurchen real Tartar captives come to parade.

“Han shopkeeper.”

Just when most people stopped by appointment and went to look at the doorway, that Ma Pang touched the one hundred cents in his arms, sighed on the spot, and turned to a well-known treasurer. . “Thanks to the mule, I’ll go after Uncle Turnip, so I won’t be surprised if something happens… I will feed you good fodder in the afternoon and send it to you.”

“it is good…”

“Ride my mule, my mule is strong.”

Just when the shopkeeper Han answered, a fat shopkeeper next to him got off the mule first and tucked the reins to Fatty Ma. “Be careful with your words… Don’t laugh at him. He experienced Jingkang’s escape, his family broke and the family died… We are older, but we are actually afraid… I almost wanted to run just now.”

Fatty Ma replied, went directly to the mule, and went to pursue it.

Starting from the morning, as always, throughout the morning, the noise of Tokyo City is getting louder and louder. According to common sense, this noise will reach the peak before noon and then fluctuate. But today, the noise in the city does not seem to have an end. Instead, it has been rising surgingly, like a great wave, never ending.

And everyone gradually knows—because of the siege ten years ago, the official had a special purpose, and the king of Jingsai County, Yang Yizhong, returned south in advance to gather prisoners of war and collect spoils for parade.

Only there may be rain tomorrow, so I was forced to do it in advance.

Turning to the present, starting from the new Caomen in the east of the city, tens of thousands of Jurchen, Khitan, and Bohai prisoners, under the close watch of no less than their number of imperial soldiers, are holding their broken flags and wearing muddy clothes. With leather armor, a bow without strings, a scabbard without blades, and a quiver without arrows, he walked down the east and west streets in the middle of Tokyo with his head down.

In the beginning, the reaction of the people in the city when they encountered this team was no different from the scene inside the city gate. A few were panic and hysterical, and more were silence, worry, and cringe.

But as more and more prisoners entered the city, more and more clear messages came, and the people along the way began to applaud, shouted, and began to throw away their preparations for a day’s work, and climbed upstairs like their own children. Going to the street, screaming, spreading around.

Before reaching the inner city, some people had already begun to attack the team, trying to bite and beat the prisoners, but they were stopped by the soldiers on both sides—the officials had a purpose, and after today, these prisoners of war were to be handed over to Xiliao one by one.

At the same time, the captives were numb from the beginning, becoming fearful, trembling, horrified, and horrified.

They never thought that one day they would be afraid of these unarmed people.

While the prisoners entered the inner city, more and more people came along the Royal Street after hearing the news. The scene became more chaotic and restless. The imperial soldiers could hardly stop them, and there were even conflicts between the people and the soldiers in groups.

But soon, with the order of the Jingsai County King who presided over the ceremony, the soldiers regained order and respect… They began to prepare well and took out the gold, silver, bronze, and iron medals representing the enemy officers. , One every few people, raised high to both sides of the street.

At the same time, the captives were asked to throw down their flags, scabbards, quiveres, and arches along the street. They even had to take off their tattered leather armor and dull leather caps, and left the west bare.

This caused the whole scene to fall into a manic cheer.

On both sides of the street, all the roofs of the porches are occupied. This is not only to occupy a good view of the prisoners, but also to make it easier for the soldiers on both sides to throw stones and sundries at the shirtless Jurchen prisoners.

And when the team arrived at the Xuande Building, which was opposite the Royal Street, the high ground on both sides of the street had been occupied. At this time, someone suddenly started to throw coins… No one knew why. Maybe the sundries were gone and they just threw money. Or maybe it was just a few wealthy people who gave the card to the cardholders according to the habit of performing sergeants at Feng Heng Yu. Shi Saiqian did a’reward’… But it didn’t matter, because soon things got out of control and everyone scrambled to throw everything around them at the imperial guards.

Coins, hairpins, jewelry, silk, turbans, even turnips and live chickens, ducks and livestock… the champions outside Donghuamen may not be so glamorous.

In the thunderous wave, Ma Pang found Zhao Turnip. At that time, the latter had just thrown out the saddle on his mule. Then, with nothing, he slumped on the messy ground behind the crowd, leaning on the other side. The mule that was saddled, like crazy, would cry and laugh for a while. UU reading www.uukａnshu.com

But when Ma Pang walked over and sat down with the other party, Zhao Luoluo stopped smiling. He just cried bitterly while holding this acquaintance. The cry was earth-shaking, and the cry was constant, crying like heavy rain. Soaked through the entire Central Plains in general.

At the end of the summer in the tenth year of Jianyan, Zhao Jiu, who was completely unaware of these scenes in Tokyo, personally bid farewell to people including Yue Fei, Zhao Liangbi, Jin Fushi, Hebule, Separation, Yelu, Yuanweiyi, Ping Qingsheng, etc. After a crowd, they began to turn back south.

Along the way through Yanjing, he greeted Lu Yihao, who was completely unable to get up, and then he stayed behind with Hu Yin as Yanjing according to the other party’s wishes, brought high-level civil and military such as Han Shizhong, and continued southward.

In late July, Zhao Guan’s family crossed the Yellow River and arrived in Shaoxing.

Immediately, without waiting for the mates in Tokyo to greet him, the will was passed down. It was to ask the Tokyo context martial arts, along with the civil martial arts, and all the surrounding officials who could catch up, to accompany him to the main court of the ancestor of Bozhou.

Finally, it was another autumn day full of rustling autumn breeze. Under the warm setting sun, Zhao Jiu returned to the Mingdao Palace that he had been avoiding for the past ten years.

PS: The next chapter will be published on Thursday… well, as everyone thinks… Good night.

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