Shao Song - Vol 2.4 Chapter 2

“Shao Song (!

Remember when the Mid-Autumn Festival in the fifth year of Jianyan, it was the little lady in the curtain hat that Wang Shixiong and Xiao Guojiu, who were living away from home, met? It has been ten years since Jianyan.

——THETEXT——

“There is beauty, as graceful as Qingyang. Yanzi smiles cleverly and charmingly.”

He Yixi is not her original name, nor is her last name He. Three years ago Jianyan, her original name was Song Wanru.

Song Wan is like a member of Bianjing.

In Chengping years and Fengheng Yuda, perhaps the biggest worry of my mother back then was that his father’s salary was really meager and it was not easy to live in Beijing. Song Wanru saw the mother-in-law and her friend’s dad who were talking about it more than once, and asked to go to the kitchen. She pointed to the empty rice jar and asked: “The meat and vegetables are also lacking, and the wine and brewing are lacking. Why do officials want to treat guests?”

Dad would say with a sincere face and ashamed: “I have to pay for my wife and take some credit for me.”

My mother’s family in Hangzhou, even if he used Henan Yayin to scream, still had a gentle taste: “Is the official who bears seeing me and is embarrassed?”

“The lady will go with a drapery hat,” Dad sincerely promised, “I will never invite so many guests to my home next month to make the lady embarrassed.”

In the end, the mother had no choice but to push him with a smile: “Okay, okay, the officials go by themselves, I can prepare the wine and meat, and I am not asking you not to invite people-is it good to leave the wine last night today? Is it fun for officials to drink alone? If there are no guests, there will always be money that costs money.”

This is true, and Daddy’s promise will be forgotten when he turns his head. Song Wanru often wondered whether her mother didn’t criticize her father, is it because her father didn’t just spend money on herself. As soon as Feng Lufu got it, his father would buy the latest silk for his mother, the sheep’s head that his elder brother loved, and Song Wanru’s favorite fragrant candy seeds, naturally he still needed to buy a few books with a few taels of boiled wine. It’s just that after eating and eating, the silk is gone, only the books that Dad bought can be kept in the cage.

Song Wanru is looking forward to making new clothes, and the kind of clothes that Mrs.com always wears are always homely. She is not embarrassed to beg, but she often wonders where these silks have gone. Later, when my mother taught her to read, she sighed slightly and said, it was too ugly.

When she told her brother this sentence, the brother asked her if she knew what it meant, and she nodded. The elder brother who was so much older said in amazement: “My aunt is so clever, is it because I borrowed a little literary spirit from the name?-Can I guess where the word ‘wanru’ came from?”

“There is a beautiful person, as graceful as Qingyang. Encounter and meet with Zi.”

“Daddy once told you about the Three Cao Poems a few days ago, so why isn’t it “Shan Zai Xing” by Wei Wendi?”

Song Wan replied earnestly: “Daddy said, ‘How can you feel sad when you leave the bird’s voice?”

The elder brother stroked his palm and laughed, and when he mentioned it to his parents at dinner, his father smiled to his mother: “Even if it is a’poor couple’, they won’t be’sorrowful.’

Are poor couples sad? Song Wanru had never thought about it this way. She only felt that although the mother inevitably complained, she never really hated Dad’s lavishness. The mother would smile and say “too expensive” while holding the beautiful and luxurious silk, and would ridicule the inevitably ashamed father when using wild vegetables, “the officials also eat wild vegetables. Dad used to avoid the crowd when he was arguing. He watched his wife racking his brains with the servants in front of the stove to make simple and new vegetables. It is rare to silently reflect on his good fortune, but the mother gestured to the hall and smiled: ” I want to imitate Mr. Shan’s wife, I don’t know whether the officials will allow it or not?”

Dad was worried and sighed: “The lady is worthy of the wife, I can hardly be the source of the mountain.”

Dad really failed to become a giant mountain source. In the three years of Xuanhe, Hangzhou’s maternal grandfather’s family was slaughtered to death by Fang La, and the house was burned on fire when he retired. When the letter arrived in Bianjing, the grief-stricken mother fell ill and became sick ever since.

Daddy never drank alcohol again, and didn’t treat him much anymore.

Visit the doctor, ask a doctor, cook medicine. Niang couldn’t turn her little money into tricks like before, and she couldn’t weave and embroider to supplement her family. Gradually, the elder brother’s sheep’s head can no longer be eaten, and Song Wan has never tasted the fragrant candy seeds. Dad is not the prince of Zisao Jinzhang, and his salary is not so generous. Soon Dad didn’t buy any books, and insisted on buying cloth tailors and mothers to make new clothes, and she was not allowed to use them for codes.

This is the first time Daddy has said about pawning, but Niang slowly described the tricks and said to Daddy: “Take it to buy pens and inks for Dalang and Nuns. Dalang has used charcoal for a long time. I’m Wen Guanjia is good at pen and ink, good Danqing, the words written like this are not good…buy some more mutton, there will be no oil and water in the house for a long time.”

“Daddy,” the elder brother who hadn’t made a sound finally couldn’t help but said, “It is said that 10,000 sheep are used in the palace a year, and only a little bit of the face is used to make yokan in the Taiwei’s mansion. Is it true?”

Dad reluctantly smiled and said: “Your father, I am not a low-ranking official who is a barnyard official, how can I know about the affairs of Ouchi and the Prime Minister?”

The elder brother asked angrily: “But it’s not fake that lamb is so expensive! Weng Weng was forced to die by the Shangguan and the people for his birthday, and his uncle’s family was lost because of Fang La. The officials only knew good paintings, The princes of Gungun in the dynasty only know to use the name “Fengheng Yuda” to make people anointing. And what about it? Do you act harshly for the tiger?!”

Nine-year-old Song Wanru can already know a lot of things. Dad talked about being sympathetic to the people and loyal to the emperor and patriotism, but she felt that her brother was right. Is compassion for the people compatible with loyalty and patriotism? Song Wanru couldn’t get the answer, but she always remembered her mother’s gentle and solemn look:

“Can you say that, isn’t it the meaning of teaching you to read sage books? Young people like you need to do things in the future. If you young people can think so, you will be better and better in the future.”

-But mother did not see the better and better world as she wished, no one saw it.

Everyone knows that Feng Heng Yuda’s year is in the year of Yuda, but the situation of money and material is becoming more and more prosperous. Niang’s body is worse than a year, and her body is broken after being pregnant, but her belly is surprisingly big. Song Wanru had seen her father sorrowing at her doctor countless times, but no one had thought that it was father who went first.

“Three hundred guan, it is a pass sentence; five hundred suo, straight secret pavilion.” The children in Tokyo can sing this ballad, and the officials in Tokyo are also inseparable, but the poor dad can only buy medicine for the old wife and hold it. The little Song Wanru smiled and taught her that “to fill the gully is only to be open, and the self-laughing madman is even mader.” The world is getting worse and worse, and the impoverished Zhima official is not allowed to walk on his own wooden bridge. Shangguan wants to promote, flatter, and have a good reputation. Dad has read the sage books that he has been loyal to the emperor and patriotic all his life. The official searched for the people’s fats and the people’s cream, and only the stubborn Weng Weng can follow the example.

“The bird sleeps at night, in the middle continent. I stretch my neck and flank my wings, crying and begging for each other in sorrow. Taking care of it makes me sad. For the past people, why can’t I forget my sorrow.”

Half of Tokyo City is singing and dancing, and half is flooding the sky. Before his death, the withered dad still had a selection of three Cao poems on hand, but the pages of the book still remained on the page that Song Wanru asked about last month. He looked at his wife and daughter and his son, and sighed sadly. I don’t have a place to stand in this world. What can I do after I go.

But what to do, Song Wanru doesn’t know, neither does the mother who is about to give birth and the brother who has not yet reached the weak crown. Dad passed away at the end of the year, and his elder brother went to copy books, do part-time jobs, and do hard work every day, only in exchange for the hasty burial of the botanical coffin, and the mother was directly sick on the couch. Ouchi changed to a new official position, but he had a bad life for years. The elder brother first said with a calm face that the Jinbing crossed the river under the martial law, and then it is rumored that the Jinren wanted money, silk, gold and silver.

The officials and the ministers agreed.

The home without daddy is completely reduced to the object of being searched. On February 2, the dragon looked up. Long Qian didn’t look up, Song Wanru didn’t know, she only knew that that day she lowered her head again, and lay down on the couch where her father used to rest, howling and crying—the mother gave birth to a little brother, and finally she couldn’t stand it, so she went to find her father. .

The Hakuban filial attire, who had not had time to change, had to be put on again. The candle lamp is a luxury item that consumes money. They can’t even buy a light instrument. Song Wanru and her brother can only stand in front of their spirits in the boundless darkness. She didn’t know what was going on, why suddenly she lost her father and mother, she didn’t know whom to blame. Father was not killed, and mother was not killed, Song Wanru watched her father and mother come down with illness, hating her own powerlessness.

The cold wind filled the cold February night, and the darkness was like a human-eating monster grinning silently. She looked faintly at the coffin of the mother in front of her with tears, but she could only hear her own heartbreak and the faint cry of her brother cat in the arms of her brother next to her. Song Wanru didn’t want to hear this. She wanted to hear her father tell her “Yue black goose flies high and escapes only in the night”, and she wants to fall into her mother’s arms, but they are gone. The younger brother is still a child born less than one month old, and she only has the elder brother. NS.

Nanshan Lie Lie, she has only a elder brother.

—Daddy, mother, I finally understand “Liao E”, but I miss you.

Dad and mother could no longer answer her, the only answer to her was the whimper of wind and the howling weak brother, Song Wanru became an older sister. Song Wanru has always been a spoiled little sister, but now she is feeling heavy with her little brother holding a kitten. She has always been obedient, but she is going to be sensible as a sister.

Zhu Zigui of the Manchu Dynasty was full of scholars. Song Wanru wiped away her tears, rolled up her bun, exchanged her pink hairpin ring for money, dressed in bunting like a kid, paddling her feet to make fire, chopping wood, cooking, sewing, and coaxing her younger brother. She stopped Gong’s brother and stubbornly asked him to read a book. Didn’t Daddy say that his elder brother is the most able to read in several generations? After reading books, you can be admitted to Jinshi, and after taking Jinshi, you can earn a salary as an official. As an official, no one will bully them and make the best of their wealth. With a salary, the younger brother can buy paper, buy ink, and eat in the future. Here are the sheep’s heads and sweet candy seeds they have tasted.

Born in January, mature in March, after seven or eight months, Song Wanru has become as easy as a long-time servant. Summer went and autumn came, and the frost was heavy, but the elder brother returned home with only a sparse amount of firewood. He told her that the golden man had come again.

It’s not that they never thought about leaving Tokyo. But this is Tokyo, the capital of a country. If the capital is broken, where will the emperor go, and where will the family and country survive? They never dared to imagine that the country would be subjugated, nor did they dare to imagine that the story of the Western Jin Dynasty monarchs and ministers would repeat on them-they did not believe that the capital city, who was eager to fight, would be defeated! Yes, their family is poor and poor, but which dynasty and generation did not have a humble and impoverished house? There are more than one Zhuhu Gaomen with dingdang jade and gold blocks and beads, and the princes and grandsons who are singing at night and smoky and misty are not alone in the house. Isn’t this the situation during the Taiping period? The official family has been in the extreme for more than dozens of years, how can it be a meditation, a soldier, and a mansion will be poured out?

Song Wanru can’t think clearly, Song Wanru has no time to think. In November, Bingzi, the Jinren crossed the river and the capital was under martial law; Yiyou, Wuli could not force the army to the city; Guisi, the capital was bitterly cold, and the Nianhan army went to the city; Jiawu, when the rain and snow were handed over, the official family was encroached by the Jia, and the Jinmen attacked Tianjin. Door.

The city will not be broken, and the elder brother firmly told Song Wanru that the officials have ordered the kings of various places. The people in the Song Dynasty will no longer complain about the court, and their hearts will not be against the gold that slaughtered the city. If you can destroy your home and alleviate the difficulties, if you can use gold and silk to turn the sky over, what’s the problem?

But will the people outside the city be satisfied?

The weather in Tokyo is getting cold day by day, the firewood and charcoal fires are no longer enough for the people of the capital to use, and the downpour of rain and snow has not stopped. The stagnant air was immersed in the cold, and plunged into the bone marrow with suffocating coldness. In the past, Tokyo, which was soft and fragrant, was in depression, and shops in Eighth Street and Nine Mosques closed down one after another. The hungry and cold people could not find firewood and rice, and there were only stone walls and mud tiles left in countless houses, and wooden gates and fences had long been used to light fires for heating. The bones overlapped by the side of the street, and the foul-smelling maggots were left unattended.

Just throw away Jin Bing, everyone said that. This year I have not heard of any famine or chaos in other roads. As long as the Jinren retreats, a steady stream of rice will be delivered to Beijing, and everyone will be able to eat. If this day goes on, it is expected that the officials and ministers can’t stand it? This is the capitalist!

The official family really couldn’t stand it anymore. So on November 30th, the officials led the officials out of the city to Jinying.

Three days later, the official family returned to the city, wept with the officials and the people at Nanxun Gate, and then returned to Ouchi, fearfully offering horses and wealth according to the Jinren’s request.

The east neighbour could not bear the hunger. After eating the people who died at the door, the family died due to illness; the west neighbour was always suffering, but the Jinbing besieged the city and died of hunger within a few days; the south neighbour was an official in the court and came from Jin After returning from the camp, he burned the house because he didn’t want to see the city break the country during the funeral. There was only an old woman in the north, and it was heard that his son died after the battle.

The scene of Tokyo from the end of the first year to the beginning of the second year of Jingkang falls in the history books, and there is no such thing as “the people’s savings, ten rooms and nine empty”. Compared with the outrageous behaviors of the officials and ministers, they only mention it slightly. In one sentence, Da Suo Jinbo.

The elder brother became more and more accustomed to watching the weak brother silent for a long time, and Song Wanru knew what the elder brother was thinking. Tokyo is so full of bones, a city of weeping, it has long been unable to accommodate immature babies. But they couldn’t help it. When the younger brother was born, it was the day when the mother passed away, and the mother suffered for so many days because of the little brother’s thoughts. Daddy once bowed, staring at his mother’s swollen belly expectantly and worriedly, and babblingly told him that he would honor his mother and love his brothers and sisters in the future—

Father and mother’s voice is still in front of them, but the father and mother’s relics have been plundered by the government, and the younger brother is the only thing they can keep!

The wailing was the sound of music, the new clothes were made, the Zhenjia was a smoke cannon, and the officials were forced to go to Jinying. The people of Bianjing spent New Year’s Eve and the Lantern Festival, and the gold men wanted to exchange gold and silver women for officials. Home. The official Datian became the grandfather of the golden man, and he went from house to house to look for women with the parents of Kaifeng Fu Yin. Song Wan got out of shape hungry, wiped her face and fell to the ground as a dead person. She narrowed her eyes and saw her brother holding the only blunt knife in the family driving away the soldiers and soldiers who looked like bandits, and ushered in the golden army entering the city.

—The elder brother finally changed his life. It was the first and last time he killed as a scholar boy.

Song Wanru did not cry. She was afraid that her own voice would make her younger brother cry again and provoke Jin Bing, and she was also afraid that she would be exhausted from crying. She lay beside Hengchen’s corpse, just stroking her brother one by one without telling him to make a sound. She stood up until it was dark, carried her brother in a basket that hadn’t been used for a long time, and then took advantage of the moonlight. I found my brother.

She was looking for a place to bury her brother.

Daddy would hold Song Wanru every time she thundered. She wasn’t really afraid of thunder, but Daddy would tell a lot of stories, so she wouldn’t say anything that she was not afraid of. Song Wanru was afraid of darkness. She doesn’t like chaos and unknown, she always suspects that something is watching herself in secret. The darkness where she can’t see the five fingers is a desperate situation, she can’t see the light, and she has never been afraid of those vain ghosts.

But compared to the tragic day, the night now gives Song Wanru only infinite peace.

Song Wanru dragged her elder brother and was not sinking. There were no people in Tokyo who were too hungry to lose their appearance. The Jinren once used rice to exchange the people’s gold and silver in the outer city, and there are only a few extravagant and wealthy people who can afford it, but they are just lingering. There are no eggs under the covering nest, and the high family and the low family are fairer than ever when the capital is lost.

The guards of the Jinren are not strict, I don’t know whether it is disdain or what. Song Wanru went out of the city cautiously, but did not see any interception along the way. The outskirts of the city were originally a good place for the ladies of the capital to go outing, but now it is stinking. If Song Wan could not smell it, she had been soaked in this stench for a long time. The digging thick branch didn’t take advantage, but she was not willing to use the white hosta hidden in her clothes. It was the dowry of her mother-in-law (grandmother). Daddy had personally inserted it into her mother’s hair and said that she would give it to her in the future. My brother’s sister-in-law married. Song Wanru pawned a lot of things and was also robbed of a lot of things by the government. Even the last blunt knife was snatched by the gold man. This was the only thing she stayed behind to protect her. The hairpin is here, and the hairpin is dead. The sharp hairpin point is the blade she prepares for the funeral before she dies.

Suddenly in troubled times, how can the only blade of the orphan girl and weak brother be willing to make it dull?

The golden man came and went, and Tokyo City was almost an empty ghost town. Song Wanru has nowhere to go, and the capital is broken. Is there any place for peace? Military disasters link the troubled times where bandits are rampant. What is the difference between her and her brother’s long journey and staying in the ruined capital city? Song Wanru was just alive, digging grass, stealing and even picking up corpses. She had done everything, and she was also quite surprised to find that she was quite good at picking up leaks, picking up the leaks that were buried under the mansions of the princes and nobles in the past. , In exchange for a bite, barely fed himself and his brother. She even a little indifferently looking forward to Jin Ren coming again, so that she has a reason to die.

The Jinren did not come, but Zongliushou came.

Zong Liushou came, and the thieves gradually calmed down. Song Wanru didn’t have to spend the night on the outskirts of the city. She moved back to her house. The area in Tokyo is bigger, and all the good houses are deserted and there is no one to stay. The tattered ground can no longer see the warm and unique home in her memory. Song Wanru, the left-behind grandfather, had never heard of her father and brother, but probably all she had heard of followed the golden man to hunt in the north. Hunting, ha! Who doesn’t know what hunting is all about? !

It is said that the government changed again, and it was King Kang, who was once praised by his brother as an envoy, who was enthroned. The second year of Jingkang suddenly became the first year of Jianyan. But it didn’t matter. Song Wanru stuck to the wall indifferently and listened to people talking. She listened to them only to make it easier for herself to figure out how to live. Those behaviors couldn’t be done before, Song Wanru overheard that the left-behind mate was very strict, and her brother was still there, she couldn’t die.

Going out of the city to find food can only be eaten up. The rags and rags on her and brother can no longer be worn. She lives like a lonely ghost, she knows what she can meet if she meets people. At the age of twelve, it is already very difficult for her to pretend to be a kid, and how can she be a kid? In this world, the lives of men and women are left to be trampled on. Who can be more noble than anyone?

Song Wanru touched her younger brother’s forehead that was blown hot by the cold wind, took out her clothes, carefully rolled up her hair and wiped her face, revealing her clear and bright face for the first time in more than a year. The twelve-year-old girl has been hungry for years and months, and looks weak and immature as if she was eight or nine years old.

She carefully dressed herself as if she was about to get married, and then walked to the left-behind Xianggong Mansion following the path she had walked at night. She knew that she would be stopped if she couldn’t go, but it didn’t matter, Song Wanru didn’t know what she would meet, but she had to find a way to find a destination in the chaos, right? She has a hairpin in her temple. She only knows that waiting for her is nothing more than two endings. Either get a rice cloth that can keep herself and her brother out of the cold, or she and her brother will be happily reunited with her parents, It would be better to have a companion for that golden soldier.

Sure enough, she was stopped. The person who stopped her was dark-skinned, tall and strong, and he was a brawny man who looked like a bear, carrying a knife and wearing armor. He asked gruffly, “What did you do?”

“I’m going to find my dad at the Xianggong’s mansion,” Song Wanru said with her head up, pretending to be innocent, “My brother is starving to death.”

“Who is your father? What is his name?”

Song Wanru clearly stated her father’s name and gave her father a half-level higher rank. The brawny man stared at her for a long while before he said blankly: “Your father ran away with the officials?”

Before Song Wanru had any thoughts, her belly-draft rolled in her throat, and she mournfully said, “My brother was killed by the golden man. How can Daddy surrender!”

“So how old is the little yellow girl who knows that the official surrenders? Do you also know that you can’t surrender?” The strong man thought for a long time, and suddenly grinned and asked her, “You take me to see your brother.”

The younger brother died, his forehead was still warm, and died when his sister saw that he could bring him clothes and food.

—Song Wanru finally followed the strong man.

She realized that she would be wrong when she saw the tall and tall son of the strong man, that the strong man wanted her to be his daughter-in-law. Song Wanru called her elder brother and uncle docilely. The name of the new “brother” is very common. In the old days, there were many traffickers and pawns in the city of Bianjing, and there was no name. At fifteen years old, like his father, Song Wan could only see if she had to raise her head.

He rubbed his hands and smiled blankly: “Father said that if you grow up and grow stronger, you will be a gangster for me, and my sister will have a fair complexion like you.”

So Song Wanru asked him why the girl in his mouth was missing, but unexpectedly he rubbed her dark and rough face with his big hands, and said with blushing eyes, “The golden grandfather of the dog day snatched it and gave it to the golden man!”

Desperate and desolate, why grief when my brother is dead, do not cry when we marry.

Song Wanru buried her younger brother quietly, and then married herself. There are no three books and six rituals, and no guests, relatives or friends. In her eyes, it is more like selling herself, living in a place for a bite of food. Washing, cooking, and sewing, she made the uncle feel worthwhile, and even faintly became a little rare when she learned that she could read and write. Song Wanru is very grateful, she feels that she is really lucky, and it is also very good to live like this, she feels very at ease. After the death of her father and mother, she never had this sense of steadfastness—Song Wanru knew that they were all military men who were used to murder.

She thought that her invisible deed was a lifetime, but she didn’t expect a lifetime to be so short, but after a mere one year, she never saw anyone again.

When their robes saw her, they stunned and laughed: “Unexpectedly, Liu Da said that the little girl who robbed his son was so handsome, so good-natured!” After a sentence, he choked and couldn’t speak.

Song Wanru didn’t cry, she just spent the New Year with the unfinished rice grains they left behind. Jianyan three years ago, this year she was happy.

I don’t know who set off a firecracker on Yuanri and it crackled. She chopped the firewood blankly, shaking her hand at the sound of firecrackers, and immediately blood ran through her fingers. She sucked her fingers, and Yuanri’s cold wind whip on her face like a whip.

Song Wanru regretted the opening of the door a little bit. What is she doing with so much firewood?

The concubine is a native of Bianjing, and is now a guest of Bianjing. Living in Bianjing, I have no acquaintance.

There are officials in Bianjing. It is said that Guan Jia made a good word as soon as he entered the city, but this word was written to the left-behind mate who left as soon as he entered the city.

Song Wanru heard about this poem with a sister she knew. When the officials came to Tokyo, it was obvious that the city became prosperous day by day. But this prosperity has nothing to do with Song Wanru. She has to dress and eat, she has to live first.

What can a helpless young woman want to do if she wants to live? Bai Letian’s two poems sum it up exquisitely. One is that Wuling is young and struggling with his head, and the other is a red ribbon.

What’s wrong? Can it be worse than the hunger and death in Bianjing Road of the past? Can you miss the city full of women who were offered by the grandfather of the golden man? Rather than being cheated by someone to sell it someday, it is better for her to sell herself for a good price.

The **** sister is also from Kaifeng, and her father and daddy were old acquaintances in the yamen. The family lived through Jingkang tremblingly, but she was forcibly “searched” and became a “Hunyi Niang” after the officialdom was enthroned in the first year of Jianyan. I don’t know if the officials were frightened by the golden man and didn’t have any interest. When they arrived at Mingdao Palace, they were given a royal squad on duty. When the official family returned to Beijing on the fifteenth day of the first month, Song Wanru met her personally on the streets the next day.

According to the law, where the tricks|women are registered as officials. Song Wan went to register.

The elder sister gave Song Wanru the lyrics and asked her complicatedly: “Can you sing?”

of course. There are not so many women who can sing and dance in Tokyo long ago, and those who can taste and appreciate poems are even rarer. Song Wanru was full of scars and calluses on her hands. She hadn’t recovered from the wind and frost, so she picked up the bamboo flute that her sister lent her again.

“Individuals know music, goodness is fun. The sad strings are subtle, and the breath is full of fragrance. Flowing Zheng Ji Chu, staying in the palace. The heart is moved, and the beauty is unforgettable.”

Several scribes in the newly opened Zhengdian restaurant in the east of the city looked at it blankly, and the head of them asked her name.

Name. The father and son Liu, who did not see the body, only knew that she was surnamed Song Jiazhong Xingyi, and the older sister had forgotten her name and only remembered her last name. Song Wanru didn’t expect that she would be in such a situation when she was asked politely for “Fang Ming”. Her lips moved, and she couldn’t say a word “Song”.

“He Yixi,” she said.

Dew on the scallion, He Yixi. Lu Xi’s Ming Dynasty has come back again, and when will people return once they die.

But she did not rise to fame because of this. She was unwilling and couldn’t let go. She was afraid of seeing the old man returning to Beijing, so she called “Miss Song” loudly in shock. Simply the shop she relied on was not persecuted-why persecute? Even the store doesn’t know how many days it can open. After three years of Jianyan, how long is it until the Jingkang Rebellion? When will the golden man go south? Will Tokyo be besieged again? Will the previously tragic situation reappear? No one knows that everyone whom Song Wanru saw seemed to be subconsciously avoiding this in panic.

There is no way to avoid it. Half a year later, after the Mid-Autumn Festival in the third year of Jianyan, all provinces advised civilian women and children. If there are people who can rely on the south, they may as well leave Beijing. However, the young army must have the approval of the Kaifeng government and cannot leave at will; the Privy Council declared the city industry, within the day If there are military needs, demolish houses and requisition belongings must not be violated, and the city youths shall be registered in the register for use.

Song Wanru has no place to go, and no place to take shelter. The words of the officials in the Huacai Grand Ceremony have long been circulated-the total war between Song and Jin. It is in an extraordinary period that no one pays attention to the few official tricks registered. But she didn’t want to seek shelter in a hurry. Who can you rely on? In the end, who knows if it will be sold for rations or to woo the gold people? What she has is just a little bit of freedom that seems to be self-determined.

However, there may be too many women who left Beijing. Song Wanru was raided and used as a cook. The official lady Wu led some palace ladies to boil water and cook rice on the river bank.

Song Wanru remembered that when the Jinren besieged the city a few years ago, the Beishou official had also visited the city in armor and helmets, and even rewarded the soldiers with meals made by the imperial dining room for the emperor. The fact that she is still in school, but seeing that this time the river is getting wider and the city wall thicker and thicker, she thinks blankly, this time, even if the official family wants to leave Beijing, it should be a bit slower, right? After all, I heard that this official had also beaten Jinren.

But she didn’t wait for the golden man. The Tokyo government office in November said it was half-open, but the city’s civilians seemed to be suffocated and suddenly became lively. The next few years seemed to be dreaming, and victory after victory came one after another. Even in the restaurant, there were sages who followed Wang Jinggong’s blunt words after drinking.

It’s just that she doesn’t have anyone worth worrying about.

Once the official house was elegant and good poetry, today’s official house is more elegant and good poetry; the former official harem has been plundered with countless beauties, and today’s official house was the king of Kang, and there were countless fans, as if they were all taken away by the golden man; The family surnamed Zhao, who abandoned his subjects and ignored them. Today’s officials are his sons and younger brothers. They have also abandoned the capital and two rivers to run south; the former officials have been known as “fringe” for 20 years, and today’s officials also have Many scholars criticized “frivolity.”

However, she didn’t know why this official family had so many similarities, but they could make the Jin Ren fail again and again. Just as she didn’t know why the fate was so impermanent, the days up and down in Tokyo seemed to pass the better, but her father, mother, eldest brother, weak brother, and even the beloved who chose to compromise under the circumstances, could never see this again. The better the world comes. Everyone slowly sinks into it, and everyone feels at ease. No one wants to repeat the incident of Jingkang. Everyone is struggling to do Fengheng Yuda’s brilliant old dream. It seems that there is only this, those sufferings, those nightmares, those tired bones that are too late to be buried can really be left behind like a dream and go with the wind, and can be completely treated as if it has never happened, and calmly accept the so-called better and better. , Living more and more happily.

She almost forgot her name, and became more accustomed to others calling her “He Maangzi”.

“He Niangzi, the official Pan has a generous gift, and he will have a big banquet for the guests, and please invite the wife to visit the mansion.”

“He Niangzi, the latest tricks are here. This is the Dibao that just came out.”

“He Niangzi, Zhang Xiaoguan, please ask me to sing songs three days later, saying that there was a literati writing in the banquet… This banquet is not small, and the lady will definitely be famous when she goes there.”

She did not go.

Zhang Xiaoguan invited a lot of tricks, and Zhang Taiwei’s banquet was held for several days in a row, and it was getting bigger and bigger every day, and getting closer to the majestic old dream. On the seventh day, she wore a hanging hat and watched from a distance a top banquet that had not been staged in Tokyo for a long time.

Song Wanru wondered about the extravagance of King Cai that her father had talked about a long time ago, Gen Yue of the official family that she had talked about, and the fee of Wanyang that her brother had questioned. It’s just that this time Tokyo’s civilians are not “sneerful” as they used to be-everyone knows that Taiwei Zhang and the handsome officials are generally the guards of the present who saved the country at the time. What’s wrong with the greed for money? Are there still few rumors of corruption in the army in the century since the Song Dynasty was founded? Isn’t it hard for Song Jun to fight?

She didn’t have any expression, just looked at it for a while, then turned her head and said to the maid, go back.

When Wuling was young and struggling, Bai Letian couldn’t be more right. She hired a few strong servants, and bought a few girls as servant girls, all poor people who were sold and deceived in chaos and chaos. Her house has been renovated several times, and it has become more and more difficult to enter. She has become a so-called oiran whom serious women disdain and romantic scribes prefer. The poems and books taught by her father and mother in the past became her reliance, and her value was rising day by day. She wears fashionable patterns, expensive clothing, and delicate accessories. She talks and laughs, but she doesn’t have any white friends.

Tokyo has restored the old excitement and added a lot of new excitement. Today, there is a Cuju League in Hanfang Garden. Tomorrow it is said that the concubine Wu Gui who used to boil water and wash laundry has written a new chapter. The familiar Pan Guanren asked her to watch the excitement in Wuyue, and watched the old question about Su Dongpo and Qin Cao asking Zen Jifeng for a long time.

“‘Slaves don’t want hardships, and slaves don’t want to be good. From now on, they will recite the Buddha to the west.’” After retelling the legendary piano exercises, Song Wanru asked with a fan and smiled, “Do the officials want to persuade concubines to be good.” ?”

Guan Ren Pan was dry and tongue, staring at her and stammered: “So…can help Mrs. He…”

It’s not good to read too much, she thought dullly, it is hard to avoid thinking too much. “Heaven Questions” asked more than 170 questions, and she seemed to want to ask more. How about Congliang? What if it’s not good? How did she become “bad”? She didn’t know where she would go in the future, and she didn’t know what it means to be alive. She began to think of death frequently, but she no longer held the decisive and sorrowful feelings as before. This thought can only bring her infinite melancholy now. She wanted to see her parents, but she did not dare to see her. She was afraid that her parents would blame her, and she was even more afraid that her parents would feel sorry for her. I can’t make a sound, I can’t cry, I just choked in my heart.

The friend of the scholar shook his head and praised the melancholy between the eyebrows as the melancholy beauty of the beauty. Song Wanru did not argue, nor did he have the interest to argue. I heard that the nobles of Zhao Zhao who returned to the south often cried with grief, and everyone was not just thinking about what to do in the north with enthusiasm. She said that it was a girls’ school book that sounds good, and that it was a **** that everyone could humiliate. In her eyes, she and the corpse capitals that used to be from Tokyo to the two rivers are the dregs that are destined to be forgotten in the new dream. The only difference is that they are speechless and the world is full of snow.

-But comfortingly, the supreme will inevitably be rejected and criticized for fate. The two supreme beings are also the dregs that Huanghuangxinmeng will forget.

She hasn’t been thinking about these officials for a long time, she only talks about Fengyue. Some people say that Quan Qi just listened to it as a fun, but no one said it. She just read it from the Di Bao to relieve her boredom. The Di Bao is also the new lively in Tokyo, which is not to be seen. The Return of the Second Saint to the South was a big event, from Zhu Zixianggong to the pawns and traffickers all talking about it in a noisy manner. There are quite a few ways in the family of the official Pan on the other side. They are talking endlessly about the so-called punishment of white horses to become Shaoxing, and they are talking endlessly about the right and wrong of attacking the puppet Qi, Song and Jin to make peace.

Song Wanru listened differently, smiling with her pupils on her face, but inside she only felt distant and indifferent, and she even had some thoughts of “knowing so”. How about crowning horror again? The two officials are so good at keeping in this palace and monastery, it’s just a few words about the raised beneficiaries.

Guanren Pan threw his sleeves excitedly: “The official also said—”

“—What is the second sage!” said a voice downstairs, with a firm tone, as if to say something obvious, “the official really said that…but is there something wrong?!”

The official Pan upstairs was shocked.

Song Wanru was startled, and leaned slightly with interest. After watching the tall and sturdy young man and his companion walk out boldly, he noticed Guanren Pan’s expression and asked gently: “Does the official recognize that person?”

Guanren Pan stared at the companion and shook his head severely. Later, he explained that the official grievances were normal and obvious, but it was unavoidable to misunderstand the ignorant and fortunate people, and the officials were also dissatisfied with the two queen mothers of the North Kingdom who were quite obscure and dissatisfied.

Song Wanru laughed dumbly. The little official opposite immediately shut up and asked her what she was laughing at. She shook her head without explaining. It was ridiculous, she thought it was too funny, she remembered the innocence of a few hundred ingots of gold and silver tightly if she didn’t remember it. It’s just that now she doesn’t know if she is stunned or the world is crazy, and the peace is discussed, and the second sage has also returned south, like she is slumped in the nightmare and is not awake, looking over the old wounds over and over again. There seems to be almost no rotten marks.

It’s his own devil who was shocked about touching it. If the devil is stunned, the devil is stunned, and the devil will not survive if she is not crazy, she must still be alive.

In the five years of Jianyan, people in Tokyo can barely say “no war this year”, but in the past few years, it is rare to have a leisurely time, and strange things have become more and more frequent. As the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, people say that officials and ministers want Yuetai to make sacrifices. Some people even say that the sacrifices are not only to the famous officials, but also the people of the Li people. When the maid said this to her, she was still between believing it or not, but she ran into the imperial city Sipan Chajin spy. Through the screen, she looked at the staff in the shop with fear and sincerity, but soon, she was also pale.

—How many private tricks? How many people are involved in the military disaster of the Golden Man? How many are relatives of Yimin?

“Lady,” the handmaid asked anxiously, “it won’t be a disaster? Isn’t it because of this demeanor and lowliness that the relatives of the righteous people are not allowed to do this business?”

The ten-year-old maid she picked up has also lived a life of poverty and peace in a small family in Hebei!

Song Wanru couldn’t give an answer, she could only remain silent.

The Mid-Autumn Festival came as the days flickered. Incense, powdering, turning up a bun, dressing, these are the things she depends on for her life and life, and she can’t relax for a moment. There was a surging crowd near Yuetai, and Bianjing almost came out of the city. Hundreds of Tai students and martial arts students were guided in different places, and there was a buzzing of excitement everywhere. One could not see the altar and the memorial tablet, and the other said that the official family was far away would not be true. After a little movement like fireworks and firecrackers, everyone laughed again.

The vibration started with a loud thunderous noise.

Song Wanru watched the soldiers and horses put up the old golden helmets one by one. The armor, blades, and flags were also stacked one by one into a mountain. The maid and the young servants who had fled from the two rivers beside her couldn’t help crying bitterly. The golden man can defeat it, and the golden man can finally defeat it. Perhaps one of the helmets was the relic of the gold man who killed his father and brother, and perhaps one of the armor was stripped from the gold man who abused his mother and sister. Song Wanru heard the maid asking her crying, “Miss, my father has got revenge, right?” The official family avenged my father, right?

She couldn’t speak, she saw the nobles and nobles who started to stand up in the distance on Yuetai, she stared blankly at the big blank wooden sign, and one after another wooden signs with place names written on them.

Song Wanru began to squeeze forward, trying to pass the crowds.

One wooden sign after another will be sent to the past, and a steady stream of iron flows from here to afar. Song Wanru stared at the name on the wooden sign, her ears gradually quieted strangely, but she couldn’t care about anything, she could only hear her voice eagerly repeating those wooden sign names from the bottom of her heart, getting louder and louder. It’s getting bigger and bigger.

Zhang… Wang… Zhao… Lee… Liu… Song…

Liu… Song…!

Song Wanru suddenly turned her head, looked around, and called out the two young men who were somewhat familiar. She didn’t have time to think about why she actually felt a little familiar, and she didn’t have time to pay attention to why the young man’s face was flushed. She hurriedly scanned the five characters “Wang Zhongfu” and “Wu Yi” on the two people’s badges, and asked slightly, “I have seen Xiao Wang Sheren, I have seen Xiao Wu Sheren…concubine body abrupt, can Do you let your concubine go over there?”

The taller and older Xiao Wang Sheren showed a giant palm and gave it a false push. Song Wan avoided the following consciousness, and listened to him solemnly said: “According to today’s rules, no!” The voice just fell, that face Bai Jun Yi’s boy Sheren also added sternly, “If the little lady wants to go, she will go around after going around, but don’t mess with the rules.”

rule! rule!

Song Wanru almost gritted her teeth and asked, her mother’s gentle voice saying “The rules are sincere, don’t bully Fang Yu” suddenly came to my ears. She glanced back at the tablet’s marching queue, and while directly grabbing Wang Zhongfu’s giant palm, she stuffed the white hosta wrapped in a handkerchief into the opponent’s hand from her sleeve. She didn’t even have time to tell what she’s stuffed, she just wailed: “And ask the two Xiaoshe people to do it well. Just now, the concubine saw a wooden sign with my brother’s name written on it. NS…”

The two young housekeepers glanced at each other, but they broke away from each other directly with one hand, and threw the jewelry to the servant girl behind them, and then stood with their hands holding hands, and solemnly refused, the teenager next to them still repeated like a parrot.

rule! rule!

Song Wanru had never been so agitated in the past few years, and the elder brother and elder brother’s tablets were going to pass by looking at them. She was only a few steps away, but it seemed that she would never be able to reach them. When she was about to cry, the two of them each took a step back, and then turned their backs together. The tall and older one also took the two guards and took a half step back together.

Song Wan ran away without time to thank her. She hurriedly chased the wooden sign with exactly the same name, chasing and shouting all the way. Gradually, she was blocked by people, and the dense wooden plaques were put together by the sergeants, surrounded by the unbearable cry of the soldiers who followed.

The official Wenwu on the Yuetai began to worship, and then some people began to noisy, passing down the official’s words one by one. Amidst a whimper, the world in front of Song Wanru began to blur and began to shake violently. She could no longer see the words on the wooden sign. The dense wooden signs began to distort and mutate in her eyes, turning them into a familiar fringe. Smile.

-“First, in the battle between the Song and Jin Dynasties, when we wait for the Song people to protect the country and the people and fight against aggression, it is right and wrong! Righteousness is not violence!”

She finally couldn’t help but started crying.

She began to cry for the tears that she didn’t shed when the news of the death of her uncle’s brother came.

She cried, why she was only caring about hate at that time, she only cared about getting into her own misery and not coming out, why didn’t she think about being better to herself and him.

She cried that she was an oiran but did not admit her fate, and that she was the daughter of a Qing white family when she dreamed back at midnight, and she cried for a surname she never dared to admit anymore.

She cried that her parents left her one after another, but she didn’t even have a person to talk to. She looked up and down, she cried, why she still hates, and why someone can comfortably miss the so-called Feng Heng Yuda.

-“Second, this battle has gone through seven years from the seventh year of Xuanhe to the five years of Jianyan. Although the Song Dynasty has suffered numerous casualties and died thousands of miles away, it will eventually be Song Shengjin’s defeat!”

She was crying louder and louder, more and more unscrupulous, more and more heart-piercing.

She cried that the city of Bianjing that she once loved was overwhelmed by the iron hoof of the golden man, and the prosperity of those childhood memories was gone forever.

She cried for the sweet candy that she had money but couldn’t eat anymore. She cried that she had never dared to sleep or lay down on the ground and watched her brother fall step by step.

She cried that she was so beautiful and clean, and she had escaped several times, and cried that she had become a lonely ghost. She cried for the death of her relatives and went to the homeless to ask about death and life, and cried for the bones and the head that she could not look at.

-“Third, there are many difficulties and obstacles. If this heart is not changed, if you don’t beat Huanglong, you will not give up! This statement will encourage the world!”

She was choked with anger and could no longer support her kneeling on the ground. The tears that Jingkang had been suffocating in her heart poured out.

In her eyes with blurred tears, she saw herself kneeling in front of her father and mother like countless times imagined, and her father and mother smiled and took the words for her and her husband. She saw herself in a red wedding gown, her elder brother sent her to the sedan chair, and the pink-cut jade brother was chasing the sedan chair.

Her hand is holding the excellent silk paw tightly, as if she used to pinch daddy’s beard, mother’s green silk, brother’s sleeves, younger brother’s little hand, and squeezed the “The Analects” and the mother call that father bought her. “Shi Pin” copied by her brother.

In her cry, she seemed to hear the cheers of her brother Dengke and the first and hairpin flowers parading the streets, heard the whispering whispers of her parents cutting candles, heard her father teach her to write for the sake of heaven and earth, to support the people, and the mother to teach her to read the king. Xianchenzhong, father-kindness, filial piety, brothers and friends respectful, Langqing concubine meaning.

She cried for her relatives who would never be able to save alive, and for the past that she could not recover. She cried that she had lived for seventeen years, half of the time she had taught her loyalty, patriotism, morality and righteousness, and half of the time she hated the emperor and ministers and sacrificed her life for righteousness. .

“Lady He.”

“…Lady He?”

She raised her head and helped the maid to stand up. It was a familiar young official calling her. Song Wanru reluctantly wiped away her tears and heard him persuade him: “Isn’t Niang He a native… These are mostly Guanxi people who died in the Yaoshan battle. Niangzi needn’t be sad, maybe… it’s just the same name.”

Just the same name.

It’s just the same name.

Song Wanru patted the little maid who was glaring with red eyes and gently thanked him for his persuasion. She didn’t participate in the next ritual worship, and left here exhausted. The servant girl was still angry, and when she was young, she couldn’t help asking why she was not angry.

why? Song Wanru smiled, because she knew what she had been waiting for for years, and what she had waited for had finally arrived.

-Isn’t it the meaning of Zhu Zigui’s reading of the sages to establish peace after his utter demise? In the future, young officials must take the Manchu civil and military to do it. If young officials can sacrifice like this, the world will become better and better in the future.

When Song Wanru said this, the maid was surprised to see her smile with nostalgia. She has never seen such a look. She has only seen the frowning eyebrows of her own lady when she looks at the bamboo out of the window, her dazed look when she lowers her head to study the ink, and even Yan Yan can’t get rid of it even with a smile. sad.

The maid used to think that the lady was like a fairy who was going to the world in a Journey to the West, as if she was far away, as if she wanted to leave at any time. The servant girl was stunned and did not understand what the lady was talking about, but from this smile, her eyes suddenly became hot, and she almost shed tears. She hurriedly rubbed her eyes, and stretched out her hand as if she could barely escape, and handed out something, it was the white hosta: “The tall houseman just threw it back.”

Song Wanru was stunned, then turned around, naturally only seeing the excited pedestrians after watching the Yuetai Festival. The maid squeezed the hosta into pieces and whispered: “That Sheren is so tall. The slave family has seen the Yan’an County King, but his skin is older than him. I think that Yan’an County King needs three cows for a meal and can The character who uprooted the willow, blamed that Sheren could hold those two people…”

“Hold it?”

“It’s really being held, the talented lady didn’t pay attention, but the slave family saw it clearly…”

When the servant girl saw the lady coming over, she was full of teasing with a pair of autumn-shui cut pupils, and then she stopped chatteringly. Song Wanru thought that the “three cows” she was talking about was a bit gimmick, and then she thought of the person’s face.

Wang Zhongfu.

Song Wanru repeated the name gently, Wang Zhongfu. She remembered that her father once told her “Yi”, and lit the “Zhongfu Xinye” in “Yi·Miscellaneous Biography” and said “remember to remember”. Zhongfu Zhongfu, I heard that those who are standing there today are Tai and Wu students. Those who have such a name want to come to their fathers and grandfathers to write and write. It’s just that I handed this hosta out in a panic.

Song Wanru remembered the hurrying Xiao Sheren again a few years later. After the Mid-Autumn Festival, Yusi started to implement the release of the official tricks that had been known before, and regular customers visited and asked her if she was among them. This kind of thing is easy to get a citizenship at one time, but it is difficult to get a citizenship, but Song Wanru answered, yes.

It’s easy to guess what the acquaintance thinks. In front of beauties, self-proclaimed gifted scholars usually have a peculiar psychology, and they have a desire to “encounter and meet their children”. It’s just that the beauties on the Fengyue Field always have the fear of the color of the night. The young people in Wuling are the root of their lives. For many years, they will only fight for their heads from the young people in Wuling. Seed lover sells himself again, which is the last bargain for this group of tomorrow’s yellow flowers. if not? What else?

-It can also perform piano exercises, wake up yellow beams, see through the world and have a dream.

Song Wanru had no idea of ​​becoming a monk. Women who have escaped their nationality are often easy to manage employment, and it is easy to jump from the volcano to a new sea of ​​suffering, whether they are good or not, but it is not as happy to pay and communicate with literati and guest. Officials encourage women to show their faces. She no longer needs to serve banquets for big and small officials. She lives in a simple way like a layman who ignores the world. It is harder for the children of Jiao Fengyue to see the true face, and the more the number of worship posts.

She thought it was a little funny.

She likes to visit Bianjing more and more, or sit in the restaurant next to the window for a day, looking at the lively world. I don’t remember a lot of things in the past. Sometimes I feel that the taste of sheep’s head sales is similar to that of the old days, and sometimes it doesn’t seem to be the same. I suspect that I have remembered it wrong. The little maid asked questions stupidly, but the little servants she hired were very concerned about her “lifetime events”.

Song Wanru teased him: “When did you marry the Hun family?”

The little servant hesitated, his eyes floating on the maid’s body. The little maid chirping echoed: “Yeah, yeah, I will have your wedding wine at that time.”

The young man blushed, and his chest was stuffy.

Marriage between men and women seems to be a matter of course, but in fact she just doesn’t want to get married. Her savings are still enough to live a lifetime, as long as there are no twists and turns—probably this is why the sisters returned to their old professions and became private tricks again after they got rid of official status. Be presumptuous, let’s talk about it if you can’t wait, Song Wanru said to herself. And not only is she presumptuous, sometimes she feels that the rumored officialdom is also quite reckless.

-How can the reckless officials become the master of ZTE?

Spring goes and autumn comes, and time flies quickly. Suddenly, the centuries of the kingdom had happened, and Xixia was regained. This is not the news that Song Wanru learned from the Dibao, she was in Wuyueguan when she knew about it. When the scholar was yelling at the Five Mountains View, almost all the people in the view started to boil.

Song Wanru turned her head and said to the confused and excited maid: “Yixue Jing’s shame is hopeful.”

There is a veil in front of her, but people who are familiar can still recognize it. This was inadvertently said, but someone next to him heard it and said, “Business women also know that the country hates subjugation?”

Song Wanru turned her head and looked at it. She was originally a frequent visitor at the shop where the oiran was next to her, and she was also a “caring person” with a sister. She smiled, nodded without arguing, just turned and left.

The maid asked her what a business woman was, and she paused and replied, “Just a woman like me, the survivor.”

The handmaid thought for a while and opened her eyes wide and said: “The slave family is also a survivor.”

Pan Xiaoguanren still didn’t give up-it is not appropriate to be called Xiaoguanren. It has been ten years since Jianyan, and he is not the young man who has not yet reached the weaker title. Song Luyi was a female householder, and Song Wanru managed to open a teahouse after leaving her nationality. It was still rare that she married the god-sister on duty and the official Pan in the big city of Tokyo. She is not good at inviting others to eat closed doors, holding the piano and asking him: “How happy is the Huangzhonggong tune, what do you want to listen to?”

Official Pan said for a while: “Why didn’t it play the “Sapphire Case” that was often played in the past?”

“In the past, the prelude was for livelihood, but now it is a gift to friends, and gifting to friends needs to be in a timely fashion.” “Song Wan, like a stroke of her hand, puts out a high-spirited front tune, presses the string and said, “The soldiers marched north, the “Four Seiqing” is just right. Timely. ”

Pan Guanren looked at her sadly and did not speak. Song Wanru sighed with a smile: “I can’t get back the festival gift you sent—Ling Zheng is very generous and a very good person.”

“I just want to know what the lady really likes… I won’t really be lonely forever.”

Are you alone? Maybe, she is more than 20 years old, and she is no longer a little lady.

More than a thousand rides in the East, the husband-in-law is on top. Why know your husband’s son-in-law? The white horse is from Liju.

Nowadays, the people in Tokyo mentioned that the military man is no longer a “thieves with the army”. It is good for a girl of his own beauty to marry a scholar. Don’t you see that the now-famous official Yu was also the one who married Taiwei Zhang’s daughter to become a **** family after being hit by Tanhua? It’s also said that it’s good if you can’t enter too much to study martial arts now. The eighth uncle of his seven aunts must be usable in front of the official family. What can be said about that martial arts-born king who is on duty next to the official family? Fu, later changed his name and directly followed Taiwei Han as the leading general. It is estimated that this Northern Expedition will be there too!

The idlers in the teahouse said in unison: “Wow!”

Song Wanru suddenly remembered that tall and polite homer. Listening to the movement of the tea house downstairs, she asked the maid next to her: “Do you remember the housekeeper we met during the Mid-Autumn Yuetai Festival in the fifth year of Jianyan? The tall one?”

The servant girl who has become a small servant shook her head blankly. Song Wanru looked at the three words “Wang Zhongfu” written in thick ink in front of her, and sighed. She basically forgot his looks.

Just remember that he is a man who can remind people of “Mo Shang Sang” at a glance.

She prefers to wear a drapery hat and a maidservant to stroll around Bianjing slowly, or to sit upstairs in a tea house for a day, watching and listening to the lively world. Many people in Bianjing know that this small teahouse was originally opened by an out-of-law oiran. If you are lucky, you can listen to people playing the piano upstairs. If you are lucky enough, you can eat tea made by yourself. It is not impossible. Even when it came to the Northern Expedition, it was still peaceful and lively.

In fact, at the beginning of the Northern Expedition, Bianjing was in a state of chaos. It is normal for big merchants to try to drive up prices and rumors are rising. Song Wanru was disturbed by the hustle and bustle of the tea house in the first two months, and was scrutinized by the imperial secretary twice. Then one day When I was late to study by candle, I saw the fire in the city soaring to the sky.

Song Wanru had a rare panic for a night, and then heard that the official family was still outside the city, and the lords quickly resolved it, only to realize that Tokyo had been Chengping for too long.

—Is it our turn now to take the initiative to expedite the North? If you finish your work in this battle, will it be a peaceful and prosperous era?

The fact is indeed the case. The time of three surprises in a day passed quickly, and the frequency of the good news in the Di Bao, or even the usual, could not attract the market’s discussion. At the end of the new year, Bianjing was as lively as ever. Successive marches and successes, Yuancheng and Taiyuan went down on New Year’s Eve… who agreed or disagreed with the Northern Expedition, almost everyone was saying that the official family was the real Han Wu Tang Zong-like figure, the truth of a natural vision. Dragon.

Song Wanru could not remember a lot of things in the past. It’s like sometimes I feel that the taste of sheep’s head sales is similar to the old time, and sometimes it doesn’t seem to be the same. I suspect that I had remembered it wrong, and the bustling Bianjing in front of me slowly covered her memories. I have heard that someone has written a book about Tokyo’s old dreams for officials, but in her spare time, she has been interested in recounting the present, but she has deleted and changed countless manuscripts, and has not been able to write it after Jin Guo has been settled—it is worth writing too much. There are too many people who want to supplement and delete.

Xiangguo Temple Grand Iftar, when she talked about this with the sister who had come to meet her, the sister was still smiling: “Your thoughts are confused, is there another accident worth considering?”

The place where they stood was the corridor of the main hall, where the monks chanted the scriptures in the distance, and the gentlemen, young and old, who were playing nearby, were laughing. Song Wanru looked at the well-crafted figures in the hall on both sides, and leisurely remembered that when her former father came here to participate in the banquet with her in his arms, he pointed to the fluttering woman on the mural and joked that she would grow into a slender lady in the future. Fortunate ones can get a big blessing.

At that time, she was still young, but she had already read the Book of Songs. Her face was red and she got into her mother’s arms. When she heard her brother behind her smile, she said, “You must be a gentleman riding a big horse with a magnificent spirit to make my family graceful and graceful. The lady of you is fancy—”

“Lady—”

She turned her head suddenly, and there was an imposing man standing where her elder brother and dad stood before. The hurrying side of a few years ago suddenly overlapped today, and the same flushed and flustered expression.

“This lady, UU reading www.uukanshu.com dare to ask Fang’s name…er,” he blurted out, and then quickly changed his words as if he was abrupt, “No, some…”

Twenty years of turbulent past drifted away like smoke, and she looked over with a pair of clear and Lingling eyes, precipitating the beauty of the sky, the peace of reading the world, and the clarity of the mind. Just standing among the noisy and enthusiastic crowds there seems to have penetrated those magnificent, dirty, chaotic, sad, and peaceful times, as stunning as a painting of a prosperous beauty.

Almost in her blooming years, she suddenly looked like a young girl who had just begun to love her, and she suddenly felt the shyness, panic, and joy after a long absence through the veil.

“Song Wanru.”

Standing in the peaceful and peaceful environment of Bianjing, she whispered, “My concubine’s surname is Song, and her name is Wanru.”

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