My surname is Wang, my neighbor Wu Dalang

Chapter 379 This Night, Li Qingzhao and Zhu Shuzhen

"Even if the Rujin people invade again, I, the Great Song Dynasty, will only fight to the death! I, Wang Lin, will carry the coffin and go to war! I was born in Shandong, buried in Hebei, defending my country, not afraid of death!"

After the hall.

Zhao Gou, Wei Ying's mother and son, Zhao Fujin, Zhu Lian, Chongde Emperor Ji, Zhao Yupan and Zhao Ji's other princes and princesses stood behind the gold-threaded landscape screen, with Wang Lin's thunderous voice echoing in their ears , complexion flushed, excited.

It doesn't matter whether Wang Lin is Duke Cao or not. The important thing is that Wang Lin is not afraid of life and death for the sake of Da Song's family and country, and pledges himself to the country!

Zhao Gou's mind was agitated, and he muttered to himself.

He remembered Wang Lin's words: To be a human being, one should live on one's feet, and one should not live on one's feet!
Zhao Fujin burst into tears.

She hugged Chongde and wept.

No one knows better than Zhao Fujin how firm Wang Lin's determination is to protect his family and the country, and how great his sacrifice is in fighting for the country.

Since the Fuhu Army became an army, the imperial court has provided only a handful of military pay and supplies, basically relying on Wang Lin to raise it himself.

Wang Lin invested all his hundreds of millions of wealth, his family and his life in the army.

Murong Wan'er's income from the two years of operation has been fully used by the military without reservation.

Looking at Da Song, who can do it?
Now that it's all over, isn't Father Emperor Zhao Ji still unwilling to abandon his son-in-law, for fear of affecting his personal enjoyment?

Therefore, if the Song court wanted to accuse Wang Lin of overpowering the court with heavy troops and meritorious deeds, it would definitely be guilty.

Empress Chongde choked with sobs and said, "Roufu, do you still think King Yan is Cao's thief?"

Zhao Huanhuan's immature apple-round face was covered with tears, and she shook her head desperately.

"Fourth Sister, what about you?" Chongde looked at Zhao Jinluo, the Empress of Ande again.

A mist appeared in Zhao Jinluo's narrow and beautiful eyes.

Her pink face was full of sadness, she turned around suddenly, and sobbed loudly.

At this moment, Zhao Jinluo believed in the dream that Wang Lin said in Qingzhou before.

Given the cruelty of the Jin people, if the Great Song Dynasty were to be destroyed, and those royal nobles, with golden branches and jade leaves, fell into the hands of the Jin people, their fate would be unbearable.

"If it wasn't for the king of Qi, the slaves would have been given to the Xixia people by the emperor... The prince of Xixia was ambitious, if the king of Qi hadn't led the army to conquer, now my Song Dynasty would be attacked from the back and back by the Xixia and Jin people, and the country would have perished a long time ago. "

Chongde sighed faintly: "Emperor Ji Chongde is dead, and now I am Zhao Yulian."

Chongde threw himself into Zhao Fujin's arms, weeping uncontrollably.

Zhao Yupan's expression was complicated. She looked deeply at the ninth younger brother Zhao Gou who was standing at the front, with mixed feelings in her heart.

Once upon a time, the honor and disgrace of these nobles of the Zhao Song royal family were already tied to the body of King Yan.

There is no longer any chance of luck.

……

The night is getting darker.

The autumn wind is bleak outside the window.

In the middle of the courtyard, autumn insects are singing.

This night Li Qingzhao was completely different from the past. She even took the initiative to cooperate with Wang Lin to change a few embarrassing positions, and even asked for it several times.

Wang Lin knew that she felt ashamed because of Wang Zhongshan's father and daughter, and also knew that she actually wanted to have a child.

As she was getting older, she wanted a bond to maintain the relationship between the two, because she was worried that she would lose Wang Lin's favor due to her old age.

Although she is a talented woman of a generation, she is still an ordinary woman after all.

"Qingzhao, has the daughter of the Wang family ever been rescued?"

"En." Li Qingzhao curled up in Wang Lin's arms, and said softly, "Then Cui Shicheng heard that Yun'er is the slave's cousin, so he sent Yun'er back immediately, and even went to the door to plead guilty, and was dismissed by Xiao Yi."

"But my uncle has bad intentions, and I... refused her request to keep Yun'er in the house. However, Yun'er is pitiful enough. She is still young and widowed. Besides, with her color, the Wang family may not be able to protect her." hold her."

Wang Lin smiled lightly: "Qingzhao, don't make things difficult. You are just a relative. You can keep her by your side, or you don't want her to live alone or remarry. You don't have to think too much about it."

Li Qingzhao hummed, but didn't want to talk about this topic anymore.

She suddenly remembered something else, a bit of worry appeared on her pretty face full of lingering charms, and her delicate body gradually felt cool.

Wang Lin looked at her deeply and guessed what she was afraid of.

She was married to Zhao Mingcheng for more than ten years and had no children.

And I have been with Wang Lin for so long, and I have never shown my feelings.

If it were her... Her face was suddenly lonely, desolate, and a little frightened.

In her entire life, she had never had such an urgent desire to bear offspring for a man.

She has always been sentimental.

Sensitive, fragile, fantasizing, sentimental, melancholy, often involuntarily falling into a depressed state, or lamenting the short life, or lamenting the impermanence of the world, and often accompanied by a certain narcissistic loneliness.

Sad emotions come as soon as they are said, which is her main color.

It is also an important factor for her to recite many eternal masterpieces.

Wang Lin hoped that she could maintain this talent, but he also hoped that she would be more sparkly.

For example, tonight can bring more fun between husband and wife.

Sensing the drastic change in her mood, Wang Lin hugged her tightly, and said softly, "Qingzhao, what you worry about won't happen...even if that happens, you don't need to worry too much, I respect and love you as much as you do." Back then, nothing would change."

"I know... I'm just a little scared, afraid that when I get old, you will..."

Li Qingzhao looked up at Wang Lin in a daze, two tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

Li Qingzhao's poetic temperament has almost become a kind of instinct. At such a moment of tenderness and sweetness between the two, it seems that she should write an impromptu poem to commemorate this extraordinary night between her and Wang Lin, but her emotions are still there. Unprepared to mobilize...

Something strange under her body made her exclaim directly, Xia Fei's cheeks.

……

Slanting wind and drizzle make autumn cold.

The willows in the yard are swaying with the wind, and the night is hazy outside the window. Zhu Shuzhen, who is listening to Yuxuan, stands quietly in front of the window.

She stood there for a long time, then sighed softly, closed the window tightly, walked back to the desk, and bent over the desk to write.

"Walk and sit alone, sing alone and drink alone, and lie alone. Standing is hurting, but the autumn cold touches people. Who will see this situation, tears say that there is no half of the makeup. Sorrows and illnesses are still there, and dreams can't be achieved if all the cold lamps are removed."

Outside the door, Wang Lin gently embraced Li Qingzhao, listening to Zhu Shuzhen's soft singing inside the room.

Li Qingzhao's face was reddish, and she leaned into Wang Lin's ear and said softly, "Master, Shuzhen's younger sister is homesick and timid, and she feels resentment in her heart."

Wang Lin laughed lightly and was speechless.

In fact, Li Qingzhao knew in his heart that it should be because Wang Lin has been helping her with her natal family's affairs for the past two days, and hastily visited the other garden where the two girls live many times, but he has never met her face to face.

What's more, the two girls used to be together... Tonight Li Qingzhao suddenly won the championship, and she felt a little uncomfortable.

In addition to being sentimental, Zhu Shuzhen's temperament is more self-respecting and sensitive, more like "Sister Lin" in Yanwang's mansion.

Two curved eyebrows that seem to be frowning but not frowning, and a pair of eyes that seem to be happy but not happy.

The sorrow of the two dicks, the disease of the whole body.

Tears shone a little, and she panted slightly.

Quietness is like a beautiful flower shining in the water, and action is like a weak willow supporting the wind.

In many cases, Wang Lin felt that the Jiangzhu Fairy described by Mr. Cao was probably a combination of Li Qingzhao and Zhu Shuzhen.

Take a look, "The curtain rolls in the westerly wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers", "Yellow flowers pile up all over the ground, haggard and worn", "One kind of lovesickness, two places of worry"... and Sister Lin's "Autumn flowers are bleak, autumn grass is yellow, Geng Gengqiu How similar are the lights and autumn nights?
Li Qingzhao hesitated for a while, pointed at the door of Zhu Shuzhen's room, and said softly with a red face, "Msanggong, go and coax sister Shuzhen, but take care of yourself, don't..."

Li Qingzhao broke away from Wang Lin's embrace, turned around and left.

Wang Lin: "..."

Well, squeeze yourself dry, and let yourself coax sister Zhu.

The great poetess has such a "cunning" side.

Wang Lin sighed. Fortunately, his physique was different from that of ordinary people when he ate tiger meat and drank tiger blood, otherwise he would really not be able to hold on...

Wang Lin knocked on the door.

beep.

When the door rang, Zhu Shu's heart trembled suddenly: "Who is it?"

"I."

"In the middle of the night, the prince isn't going to sleep with sister Qingzhao, what are you doing here at my slave's house?"

Listening to Zhu Shuzhen's voice, Wang Lin was pretending to be cold, and there was still some trembling.

Heh... Wang Lin suddenly remembered Lin Daiyu's classic quote: "Anyway, you have other sisters who are better at chatting, acting like a baby, and making your brother happy. What are you doing to me again?" He coughed and cleared his throat. It's not Jia Baoyu, who will only go crazy and throw jade at this moment.

Wang Lin sneezed lightly.

The door opened quickly, and Zhu Shuzhen appeared at the door, pulling her cloak and just complained, "It's so cold at night, I'm not afraid of catching a cold", when Wang Lin wrapped her in a gust of cold wind and hugged her, and then kicked her backwards, closing the door. close tightly.

……

After all, Zhu Shuzhen is not Lin Daiyu, she can be petty sometimes, after all, she is like a mirror in her heart, knowing that it is harmless.

But when it comes to the critical moment, the tenderness and delicacy of Jiangnan women still dominate.

Although it was already midnight, she had just given another gift, but she still quietly got up and put on a thick cloak and went to the kitchen, where she made a bowl of ginseng soup for Wang Lin herself.

Wang Lin obediently let her feed a bowl of ginseng soup, and then fell asleep with the petite and dainty woman in the water village in her arms.

He didn't know that Zhu Shuzhen didn't close his eyes the whole night.

When Wang Lin fell asleep, she got up lightly, and sat quietly in front of the desk with her clothes on, compiling the second half of the long and short sentences she copied from Siheng.

In the morning, orioles sang dawn outside the window, and there were sounds of maids and maids working in the courtyard. Wang Lin got out of bed in his clothes, and stood quietly behind Zhu Shuzhen, who was writing at the desk, feeling a touch of emotion in his heart.

How lucky he is to have the physical and mental support of talented women like Li Qingzhao and Zhu Shuzhen.

Outside the door, Li Qingzhao's soft and tactful laughter came: "Master, Sister Shuzhen, are you up?"

Early in the morning, Li Qingzhao sent a bowl of hot chicken soup.

Zhu Shuzhen's face was reddish, and suddenly found that Wang Lin had also got up, so she responded quickly and went to open the door. Outside the door, Li Qingzhao brought a few beautiful maids with chicken soup and hot water, ready to serve the two of them to wash up.

Zhu Shuzhen was a little shy.

Seeing that Li Qingzhao was smiling and talking gracefully, and his face was like a spring breeze, he felt relieved.

(End of this chapter)