Shao Song - Vol 2.4 Chapter 10

On the night when the capital was officially moved to Yanjing, Yang Yizhong had a long, long dream.

The Kingdom of Jin was destroyed, and the edict was completed. Dading in northern Xinjiang took several years to plan and build, and slowly moved the capital to this place. After the dust settled, the officials set up a house in the palace where the former Jin Kingdom’s relics were used and rebuilt. At the banquet, he was almost drunk. Yang Yizhong and Shao Chengzhang, one on the left and one on the right, helped the official family from the Da’an Temple where the banquet was held back to the Zhaoming Palace. Note 1, they clearly heard that the official’s mouth was talking nonsense, such as “ordinary college students”, “The capital, I’m back”, “The imperial capital is here now”, “Do you want to build the Forbidden City? Forget it, it’s too expensive…”

Shao Chengzhang looked at a loss, Yang Yi’s center turned a thousand thoughts without saying a word. He only held his breath and listened to the official’s dream gradually being replaced by the grunt, before he returned to his place of residence, suddenly moved.

The relocation of the capital has been decided, the Yanyun will be restored, and the foundation has been laid for the future achievements. The drunkenness made him feel dizzy. At this moment, he remembered the old dream of Tokyo before Jingkang. The wind and rain in the first year of Jianyan, the hatred of the country and the family on the Palgong Mountain, only made him dazed. He did not know when and where he was dreaming.

In a daze, Yang Yizhong was awakened by the light. He opened his eyes and found himself standing in front of a building that was a little too high. In front of him was a huge box with six wheels. A dozen young people in their twenties were walking in a line. They dress quite eccentrically. Men actually have short hair and shaved heads, while women’s clothes are quite bold. Their shoulders, neck, arms and thighs can be exposed outside, and it seems that they don’t agree with everyone’s performance.

“Zhao Jiu, get in the car!” After everyone got into the box, an older man leaned out from the mouth of the box: “I’m waiting for you!” His accent was quite similar to the northern dialect, although it was subtle. It’s different, but I can barely understand a few sentences.

Yang Yizhong was not too surprised when he heard the name “Zhao Jiu”. It was just a homophone, but the familiar voice that rang out immediately surprised him, and subconsciously wanted to call the official.

“Come here!” A young man carrying a bag rushed all the way and jumped into the box in three steps and two steps. Yang Yizhong followed subconsciously. This person is not short in stature, but still looks a little thin. The five sense organs are not similar to the official family, but they appear to resemble the official family… No, Yang Yizhong’s eyes fell on the big-headed duck holding his head and looking sluggish on the other’s clothes, suddenly doubting his own eyesight. How could he feel that this duck is a bit like an official?

Yang Yizhong also entered the box, but everyone in the box didn’t seem to see him. Zhao Jiu held the bag and ran to the last row to sit down. The elder waved to the middle-aged man in the front row holding a weird disk: “We are all here. Master, let’s drive.”

The box moved suddenly. Yang Yizhong fell forward unexpectedly. He subconsciously supported the seat, but saw his hand pass through it, unobstructed. He stood firm, only to realize that his feet were also floating on the ground.

This is a dream. Yang Yizhong moved to the back row and waved in front of the young man named “Zhao Jiu”, but the other party didn’t respond. He was relieved immediately, since it was a dream, then everything didn’t matter, as long as he wanted to do whatever he wanted.

He cast his gaze out of the window and couldn’t look away anymore. Even though it was night, the lamps on the street still shined brightly. There is a bridge volley on the wide road, but I don’t know what it is for. At the intersection, there are lights that automatically change the color to direct the direction, red, green, orange, and yellow, in an orderly manner. There are row upon row of tall buildings on the side of the street. Although the doors of various shops are not open, there are flashing lights in front of the door, which looks like a neon from a distance. Although the street is dark, you can see that there are trees and flowers in full bloom.

What a wonder. Yang Yizhong doubted that he had come to the world of gods and monsters, but he found some familiar names on the road signs, such as Yuyuantan, Lotus Pond, and even a “Jinzhongdu Road” Note 2. “Thinking about the day and dreaming the night.” He said to himself, in the past few days, as the officials fancy maps of the surrounding areas, these place names have to be engraved into their brains, even in dreams.

This “wheel box” had been speeding along the road for an unknown period of time, and Yang Yizhong suddenly saw the tower that he had described in his heart thousands of times. It jumped out of the small coin, suddenly changing color, and in the faint morning light, he saw the golden-topped red wall, the red lantern, and the high-hanging figure with a dignified and kind face. Isn’t this the official hometown?

He followed the group of people out of the car in a daze and looked around, only to find that even though it was early morning, the wide square behind him turned out to be a crowd of people, and there were also a few people dressed in Han costumes, vaguely distinguishing the upper line. Clothes such as pleated skirts and zizi are not very similar to the style of the Song Dynasty.

What are so many people crowded here in the morning? Ready to enter the city? But here only the towers are not seen, and there are many towers not far away, obviously in the city. This kind of city within a city…he moved in his heart, could it be Miyagi in the capital? Before he could guess why, all the people in the box had already come out. The elder who led the team counted the points, played a small flag saying “University Summer Culture and Museum Practice”, and walked towards the towering monument in the center of the square.

This is where the official family came from. Yang Yizhong walked next to the young man named “Zhao Jiu”, and his heart turned back and forth. Is this person an official? Although the looks are different, the voice and name are too coincidental.

He decided to continue to observe. At this time, it is also convenient for the other party to not see themselves. Yang Yizhong followed the yawning student team all the way to the center of the square. The young men in this team are men and women, and they talk and laugh freely with each other. The women here seem to be quite unrestrained, able to travel freely and communicate with men. And the so-called “university” on that flag seems to allow women to study… I just don’t know what kind of university this university is. Is it similar to Taixue? Or is it the same as the academy? No matter what, it is always a place to study wisely.

Thinking wildly along the way, Yang Yizhong had followed the team to the cream-white monument in the center of the square, watching them spread out, and taking out all kinds of flat squares to face the monument. .

“The people’s hero… immortal.” Yang Yizhong knew the handwriting on this monument, but his meaning was a little unclear. Who will these heroes be? His eyes fell on the life-size exquisite reliefs at the bottom of the stele, and he still couldn’t see what he was portraying. When he was at a loss, a group of children came in the distance, all wearing red scarves around their necks. Their leading teacher took out something like a trumpet and explained it aloud.

“Students, what we see now is the eight-sided relief on the base of the Monument to the People’s Heroes. Guess what it is engraved on? Do you have any kids to talk about it? Please raise your hand right, it’s Humen Cigarette…”

Yang Yizhong listened attentively. Due to the difference in voice, he listened very hard. Fortunately, the teacher who taught the children was simple in language, so he could barely understand it. It seems that nearly a hundred years ago, the official hometown was in the midst of turmoil, internal and external troubles, and incomparable humiliation. The imperial court was unable to fight foreign thieves and lost power and insulted the country. The internal chaos is also constant, and there are many uprisings…

Wait, isn’t this uprising just a rebellion? Yang Yizhong was shocked, and the rebellion was justified, so how can he openly erect a monument to commemorate him? Could it be that this rebellion later took the world? But the teacher clearly said that the “Taiping Heavenly Kingdom” was flattened within a few years… But in the subsequent Wuchang Uprising and Nanchang Uprising, the degree of infidelity was even higher than that of the waves, which made him feel dizzy. , What anti-imperialist and anti-feudal, overthrow the decadent and backward feudal dynasty? The country cannot have no emperor for a day. How can we live this world? The kids here have been learning these things since they were young?

There was a buzzing in Yang Yizhong’s mind, what was behind the founding of the Republic of China, he did not understand the Revolutionary War, but the War of Resistance… Japan? Which Japan is it? Yang Yizhong almost held his throat in one sigh, and then became confused again after a while, if it is really Japan, and the official family is the people of this country, how can he keep the Ping Qingsheng and them? Not too soon to think of pacifying Dongying like Xixia did?

Where he was there, Monk Zhang Er couldn’t figure it out. The teacher didn’t wait for him to think clearly. Following the relief, the Japanese were still driven away. After a few years of fighting, the land finally cleared, and it was peaceful. Down. Until then, the team circled the monument, and Yang Yizhong saw the inscription on the back of the monument.

“In the past three years, the people’s heroes who sacrificed in the People’s Liberation War and the People’s Revolution will be immortal!” For 30 years, the people’s heroes who have sacrificed in the People’s Liberation War and the People’s Revolution will be immortal! “This goes back to 1840. Since then, in order to fight against internal and external enemies and strive for national independence and people’s freedom and happiness, the people’s heroes who have sacrificed in previous struggles will be immortal!”

People’s hero. It’s the word people again. What do these two words represent? Yang Yizhong rubbed his eyes. On the eight reliefs, there are men and women, old and young, farmers with cloth towels, students with books, warriors with swords and sticks, and some wearing common clothes. Of civilians. Only the emperors and generals in luxurious clothes were not seen, and the romantic figures left behind in the history were not seen. Even the teacher who frequently spoke the words of tiger and wolf did not mention any name or surname in the painting.

He was thinking wildly. Under the guidance of the teacher, a group of schoolchildren over there presented a bunch of white chrysanthemums with dew in front of the monument, and then lined up neatly, raising their hands above their heads to salute. Zhao Jiu and his group of college students do not need the teacher to explain in relief. After taking photos and visiting, the monitor and the party secretary took the lead in presenting bouquets and bowing together. In addition to flowers in front of the monument, there were also visitors who placed melons and fruits, lighted candles, and mourned them.

When Yang Yizhong watched this scene, he suddenly remembered the orange lanterns on the Huai River, the densely packed spiritual positions on Mount Yao, and the huge tablet in the middle of the Yuetai Grand Ceremony, but without a name! At this moment, he understood something vaguely.

The night is almost exhausted, and the east is already glowing. The teacher led the team again to fly the flag and led the students to the gate tower. Yang Yizhong also followed to the bridge made of white marble. He saw the three city gates but did not see the guards. When he was calculating whether he could enter directly in this state, Zhu Qi’s city gate suddenly opened, and a group of youths dressed in dark green shorts and tall black boots lined up. The leader held the red flag and guarded by the left and right soldiers. He was majestic and arrogant. He walked across the jade bridge amidst the cheers of the crowd and stopped in front of the towering flagpole.

A team of elite soldiers. Yang Yizhong made a judgment immediately. The physique, the formation, the pace, the aura, and these points alone, the style and appearance displayed by the dozens of people in this district is not inferior to the elite of the prince squad. Before he could think about what this team of elite soldiers was doing, the sound of the grand music didn’t know where it came from, and Yang Yizhong was taken aback. The red flag unfolded, and the five gold stars that seemed to be familiar to him shocked his mind, and the sea of ​​humming sounded from behind, holding the red flag, facing the eastern glow, slowly rising to the sky.

Several young children in front of Yang Yizhong raised their hands above their heads, and more people just stood up straight, their eyes closely following the rising red flag. When the morning breeze fully unfolded the flag on the top of the flagpole, the first ray of sunlight also pierced the eastern stratus clouds and sprinkled on the vermilion tower.

Looking at the flag embroidered with five gold stars, Yang Yizhong suddenly realized the significance of this ceremony. He also understood why so many people gathered in the square before dawn, and they were waiting for this red flag to rise with the rising sun! And the sound of the music, from the elderly to the children in the chief actor, could sing along, which made him feel incredible.

This is indeed an unusual country.

The sun has gradually risen. At dawn, the student team of cultural and cultural practice turned out of the square and crossed a road, saying that they would have some breakfast before the museum opened. Note 3.

Yang Yizhong really didn’t understand why so many boxes with long wheels had appeared on the road, some were big and some were small, some were black and some were white. There was no cow horse, but they ran much faster than war horses. And this road is really wide and flat, and the roads in Tokyo City are like grass streets in the countryside to go to the market.

After passing this road, Zhao Jiu and a few classmates said they were going to eat “Kaifeng dishes.” Yang Yizhong repeatedly read the red and colorful shop sign, and it seemed to be “Kidken”. Eat some fried chicken, meat patties, meat rolls and the like, as well as soy milk, fried dough sticks and other common early meals, which are nothing like Tokyo dishes.

Anyway, there are a lot of things he doesn’t understand here, and not many of them. Yang Yizhong gave up on studying, and then saw the same peculiarities again. Zhao Jiu and the others ordered food, neither went to the counter or called the second person, but just poked a few times on a large screen. After they found the table and sat down, someone called for the meal. Yang Yizhong stood on the side and sniffed, feeling a little hungry.

Zhao Jiu asked for a box of fried chicken with some French fries. After gobbled it up, he took a few sips of the brown-black bubbling drink called “Coke” and sighed, “Still sucking Means the original chicken is delicious!”

Once again, Yang Yizhong couldn’t help comparing this young man with the official family. The food is really the same as the official family, but the family’s favorite food on weekdays does not seem to be the same as fried chicken. In Palgong Mountain and Nanyang, there is always something to eat. When I returned to Tokyo, I first ate hare for several months, and then I started to eat self-raised fish and ducks. The chickens were fed, but the fried food cost oil. Rarely do it specifically. It’s just that he obviously likes to eat this thing, and the dishes are nothing more than marinated chicken, wrapped in flour and deep-fried…

If this young man is really an official… Could it be that the official has even abandoned this little extravagance in diet for the Northern Expedition? Yang Yizhong sighed. With such an official, why worry about the Northern Expedition?

After breakfast, the students gathered in twos and threes. After another “road” where no horses could be seen, they returned to the vermilion tower. At this time, the three gates were all open, and there was an endless stream of visitors. Yang Yizhong followed everyone into the city gate, only then raised his eyes and saw the plaque on the inner gate.

The Palace Museum. This name made Yang Yizhong a little flustered. Forbidden City, which is the Forbidden City? Sure enough, as the teacher of the schoolchildren said, there is no emperor in this country, so can Miyagi allow people to enter and leave at will? But what does the museum mean? Moreover, the elite team just now disappeared after returning to the inner city after the flag was raised. Who are they? Which soldier is it? Since the red flag is raised in front of Miyagi, it must be of extraordinary significance. Which country’s flag is the Venus on the red background?

Countless question marks circle around the center of Yang Yi, but no one can answer them. Zhao Jiu and his classmates went through the security check with their ID cards. After passing the Meridian Gate, they trot all the way forward, jogging towards the **** behind the afternoon gate, scattered in front of the Tai Chi Hall, and moved freely.

There were too many people on the central axis. Zhao Jiu, who was not the first time to visit the Forbidden City, avoided the three major halls and went to the Wenhua Hall on the west side to read paintings and calligraphy. Yang Yizhong followed Zhao Jiu into the painting and calligraphy gallery. The light in the showroom was soft, and the cultural relics lay quietly in the showcase, which once again shocked the imperial commander of the Song Dynasty.

There are so many precious paintings and calligraphy… Yan Zhenqing’s Zhushantang’s series of sentences, Gu Kai’s pictures of female benevolence, Zhou Fang’s pictures of ladies, and many other works. He does not know the author’s name and surname, but it is natural that he can be listed with Yan Zhenqing, Gu Kaizhi and others. It will not be mediocre. Looking at the labels under the exhibits, they are marked with age, author, and introduction.

Yang Yizhong does not know all the glyphs, but he still knows the word “Song”. What’s intriguing is that these exhibits are divided into Northern Song Dynasty and Southern Song Dynasty…This makes him a little irritated. The official has clearly hit Zhongdu and recovered the old place of Yanyun, which even Taizu could not get in his pocket. Where did it come from? Southern Song Dynasty! Wait, why is there a history of Qin, Han, Tang and Song in the official hometown? And this painting… he looked at the author, and his heart twitched.

“Furong Golden Pheasant, Song Huizong’s flower and bird.” Zhao Jiu stared at the painting, curling his lips. “Painting is good, people are really bad people.”

A classmate said contemptuously: “Emperor Huiqin, shame among people, who agrees and who opposes?”

“Oh, the shame of Jingkang, the backbone of the whole country is shattered, and my relatives were robbed and killed and humiliated. If I had to hang on a rope earlier, they could still live in the Five Nations City for many years.” Zhao Jiu Sneered.

“He thought about committing suicide, but I didn’t dare you when I arrived.” Another female classmate took the words coldly: “He is an excellent calligrapher and painter, and as an emperor, he can only say that he is pitiful to the Song Dynasty.”

Everyone, you and me, scolded the father and son of Zhao family bloody, Yang Yi’s ears full of rebellious words about tigers and wolfs, can only stand and think, insulting the two saints so witty words, worthy of the official hometown people. This group of young students didn’t care about the face of the heavenly family in the slightest. While sighing, the audience criticized “Song Gaozong” again.

“Wan Yan Gou? This person is not a thing.” Zhao Jiu said, but he didn’t know that the surname of Wan Yan almost frightened Yang Yizhong.

“Otherwise? Even a dog as the emperor is more useful than him.”

“At least the dog won’t trick Yue Fei back into killing with twelve gold medals.”

“Dogs don’t know how to write ministerial words to gold people.”

At the beginning, Yang Yizhong tried his best to comfort himself, that “Gao Zong Wanyan Gou” might be a pseudo-emperor of Jin Renli, just like the father and son of the Liu family in Jinan, but when a student scolded “Zhao Ji father and son three One is more rubbish, Zhao Gou is especially rubbish,” he can no longer play a role, he only thinks that the world is illusory and everything is ridiculous!

The official loved Chong Yue Fei as if he cherished his brothers and feet, how could he kill him? The official white horse, Shaoxing, would rather die, but how could he be a minister to the Jinren? How can the official family pacify the north and defeat the golden man. How can Jiangbei be mourned?

Or, if the official family does not come, if it is still the official family who has not forgotten to find Huanyi Niang on the way to escape, or the official family who only wants to settle down to Yangzhou, Da Song will be just as the students said. The spine is broken, and the good generals are useless, and the loyal ministers are revealed by the day, and then they slowly go to extinction?

He was so excited that he suddenly thought through it. Race, language, and writing are all similar, the history is the same, and they all recognize that they came from China…

“Is it so…” Yang Yizhong muttered, almost crying. Heaven does not abandon me, Da Song, how lucky they have had an official family!

Yang Yizhong meditated the words, Song, Yuan, Ming, Qing, the Republic of China, and the Republic. He relied on the few words displayed in the information of some exhibits, the history lesson for elementary school students under the monument, and Yuyuantan and the lotus pond. There is even a place name “Jinzhongdu Road”, and Shengsheng spelled out an answer.

so it is. This is where the official family lives. This is a thousand years later.

No wonder I will be here. He was relieved. Although the world is different, Yanjing after a thousand years is still under Huaxia, and it is still so magnificent and prosperous. It turns out that the official family came from such a country and such a world, no wonder, no wonder.

He slowly opened his eyes, and he had a good dream all night, and he was refreshed. “Zhengfu slept well last night?” Zhao Jiu obviously drank too much last night, and he was still a little embarrassed at the moment. He was a little surprised to see him come in full of energy.

“It’s so that the official knows that I had a sweet dream last night~www.mtlnovel.com~Yang Yizhong arched his hands.

“What did you dream of?” Zhao Jiu asked smoothly.

“The minister dreamed of traveling with Yanjing with officials.” He paused, and added casually: “Beijing is prosperous and magnificent, and its people are prosperous and healthy, just like an immortal world.”

Zhao Jiu was stunned there. After a while, he smiled and said, “Really? I also had a dream.”

“What did the official dream?” Zhao Jiu watched him silently, and looked at each other for a long time, slowly laughing.

Man Jianghong

Traveling to Beijing at night, it is a little fate for all monarchs and ministers. The red flag is on display at the head of Wangcheng, and the blue sky is picturesque. Ten years of sharpening the sword and trying the frost blade, thousands of years of vicissitudes of life thinking about China. The child listens to the old things in front of the monument, and holds plain flowers.

In this matter, Huang Long went to the other side, and the trouble was over. The number of emperors and generals is the most sinful. Li Min went northward, full of blood, and rivers eastward to tears. Later, people wrote about a dream in the Chinese Communist Party, and remembered gossip.

Note 1 is the name of the Jinzhongdu palace on the standard plane. It was the Four Princes who completed the transfer of the capital on the Shaosong plane. In the earlier years, Wanyanliang, king of Jinhailing of the standard plane, moved to Yanjing and was established in 1151, and Wanning Palace was established in 1140 by Jin Xizong Wanyanquan. Shaosong broke Taiyuan in the 9th year of Jianyan in 1135, and entered Yanjing in the following year. But when the Fourth Prince moved the capital to Yanjing, the Jinzhong Capital Palace should have been built and used for borrowing. It takes less than three to five years to repair the Forbidden City.

Note 2 The Jinzhongdu site is located in today’s Fengtai District, not far from Lianhua Pond and Yuyuantan. There was already the Lotus River in the Jin Dynasty, and Yuyuantan is also a famous scenic spot in the Jin Dynasty.

Note 3 The time of the flag-raising ceremony in Tiananmen Square varies according to the season. I wanted to write the National Museum and had a complete exhibition of Song History. However, in addition to the paintings of the Lotus Golden Pheasant in the Forbidden City, the other masterpieces of Song Huizong’s works are either in the Forbidden City in Taipei or abroad, so it is set to visit the Forbidden City.