Song Mingyue

Chapter 289

Under the city of Bianliang, the Jurchen's aura is like a rainbow, full of murderous aura.

In the city that had been besieged for several months, all kinds of supplies were gradually running out, and even the supplies for guarding the city were gradually insufficient, including arrow branches.If it goes on like this, it won't last half a month...

The local Xiang army who came to rescue came wave after wave, but they were all repelled by the Jurchens.

An atmosphere of doomsday was hanging over Bianliang. At this time, among the officials, a new faction emerged, that is, the surrender faction.According to the opinion of the capitulation faction, if the green hills remain, there is no fear of running out of firewood. As long as the Jin army retreats, they can agree to any conditions.

There are more and more capitulation factions, and their influence is also growing, gradually becoming the mainstream of the court. Finally, Zhao Huan thought twice and had no choice but to agree to send envoys to seek peace.

When seeing the Song army envoy, Jin Wushu—Wanyan Zongbi smiled.

Wanyan Zongbi's first condition is to hand over Zhao Fujin, the imperial concubine of Maode!
Zhao Fujin, the maode emperor, is the most beautiful emperor in the Song Dynasty, and has a close relationship with Zhao Hao. This is what Wanyan Zongbi has inquired about a long time ago.

What Wanyan Zongbi was talking about was handing over, not getting married. He wanted to ruthlessly ravage Zhao Fujin to death, and take the shame of Zhao Hao's "staining" Wanyanxue back then!
Zhao Huan knew what Wanyan Zongbi meant, so of course he refused, but he couldn't stand the repeated persuasion of the capitulators.Such things as sacrificing the emperor's concubine to preserve the country and the country, and such things as marriages have already existed in the Han Dynasty.All the ministers collectively pretended to be deaf and dumb, forcibly comparing sending Di Ji to the Jurchens to ravage her and marry her.However, Li Gang, Jin Chonglue, Zhong Shidao and others firmly refused.So the two sides launched a heated debate, and no one could convince the other.

Three days later, seeing that there was no reply from the city, the Jurchens launched another fierce attack.

This time, there was a deviation in history. Li Gang lost his arrow and died heroically for his country...

The capitulators have gained the upper hand again!
In the vertical arch hall.

Zhao Huanduan sits in the middle, Zhao Ji hangs the curtain to one side, hundreds of officials line up on both sides, and there is silence in the hall.

Dressed in a red shadow, he stalked in, followed by several court ladies, who was Zhao Fujin, the Emperor Maode of the Great Song Dynasty.

Butterfly, the goddess of light, is dazzling!

Today's Zhao Fujin, with a phoenix crown and xiapei, and a little bit of powder, looks like a fairy, like a god, shocking the world, but it hurts the eyes of all the ministers in the palace.

Since ancient times, beauties have always been unlucky, even the daughters of the emperor's family are no exception...

Above the main hall, Zhao Fujin greeted Zhao Huan generously with a voice that seemed to come from heaven.

"After leaving today, Fu Jin will not be able to serve in front of brother and father..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a burst of sobbing in the hall.

Since ancient times, even if it is a marriage, it is often pretended by a court lady, let alone this time it is not a marriage...

The majestic Song Dynasty and the mighty China have suffered such a shame and humiliation!
Zhao Fujin's voice sounded like ethereal again.

"Let's say goodbye today. I don't know when I can see my brother and dad. Fu Jin will dance for my brother and dad. I will miss you..."

The singing sounded, and there were musical instruments to match it.

"At the beginning of my life, I did nothing. After I was born, Han Zuo declined. The inhumanity of the sky brought chaos and separation, and the inhumanity of the earth made me meet at this time. The roads are in danger, and the people are in exile. We mourn together. The smoke and dust cover the wild. Lu Sheng, willful and righteous, honest and righteous. It is not suitable for me to be special, and who should I sue when I suffer humiliation? After a while, I beat the piano, and I feel angry and resentful, no one knows...

Fifteen beats, the rhythm is fast, and the chest is full of breath, who knows the song?It's even special to be in a dome.I hope that I can return to the sky, and I will be happy to return to the Han Dynasty.When the heart is pregnant, the sorrow turns deep, and the sun and the moon are selfless and never come.It's no wonder that mother and child are separated, the same sky is separated like a merchant's ginseng, life and death are unknown, where can I find it!

Sixteen beats, my thoughts are boundless, my son and I are on our own.The sun, the east, the moon, and the west look at each other, and they are heartbroken when they are not allowed to follow each other.Don't forget to worry about daylilies, how can you hurt when you play the qin!Now farewell to my hometown, the old grievances are leveled, and the new grievances are growing!Weeping blood and looking up to complain to the sky, Hu Weisheng suffers from this alone!
Seventeen beats, heart and nose are sore, Guanshan hinders repairs, and travel is difficult.When I went, I was pregnant with the soil and my heart was clueless. When I came, I was thinking about goodbye.Stuffed with artemisia annua, dead leaves and branches, and bones on the battlefield are scarred by knives and arrows.The wind and frost are harsh, spring and summer are cold, and people and horses are hungry and weak.Unexpectedly, when you enter Chang'an after being so heavy, you will sigh and cry.

Hu Jia originally came from Hu Zhong, and Yuanqin turned out the same rhythm.Eighteen beats, although the song ends, there is more than enough sound and endless thoughts.It is the merit of knowing the subtlety of silk and bamboo, and the equalization of good fortune. Sadness and joy are all according to the heart, and there is change.Hu and Han are in different regions and different winds, and the sky and the earth are separated from each other.Suffering, my resentment is so vast in the sky, although the world is vast, it should not be tolerated! "

The singing was like weeping and complaining, and the air of grief and indignation was like rivers, lakes and seas, surging up into the sky, moving the world and changing the colors of mountains and rivers.

Amidst the singing, Zhao Fujin's figure rose lightly, like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, helpless and endlessly sad.

Hu Jia eighteen shots!
Amid the singing and dancing, everyone in the hall lowered their heads.

At the end of the song, all the officials were silent. After a short silence, there were sudden cries, and the officials exchanged tears.

Zhao Fujin paid homage to Zhao Huan and Zhao Ji again: "Brother, Dad, take care!"

Zhao Huan cried: "Sister..."

Zhao Ji cried: "Fu Jin..."

Zhao Fujin got up slowly, turned around, and walked out of the hall.

Suddenly, she turned her head and looked into the hall, and the ethereal voice sounded again.

"Father, brother, all ministers, what would happen if my brother Hao hadn't left the capital that day?"

Inside the hall, it became quiet again.

Zhao Fujin's questioning, like a whip, once again lashed the hearts of all the monarchs and ministers.

What if the king of Chu is in the capital?

In the Huining Mansion back then, the King of Chu stepped on the face of the proud son of the Jurchen clan, but the Jurchen did not dare to move at all.

How big is the difference between this moment and that moment?

However, at this time, the despicability of human nature is highlighted.

Someone secretly said angrily: "If the king of Chu hadn't offended the Jurchens back then, how could there be such a disaster today?"

More people are interrogating their souls. If the king of Chu was here, what would happen today?
After Zhao Fujin said this, he didn't look back.

……

Outside Bianliang City, the spring is cold and the wind is bleak.

Dozens of Song soldiers surrounded a carriage decorated with gold carvings and jade ornaments, and slowly drove towards the Jurchen camp three or four miles away.

However, the journey of a few miles is as long as thousands of miles...

Zhao Fujin turned his head slowly, looked at Bianliang City behind him with nostalgia, and burst into tears.

At this moment, there was a sound of horseshoes ahead, and hundreds of Jurchen cavalry came like the wind, and soon surrounded Zhao Fujin's carriage.

The leaders were none other than Wanyan Wen and Wanyan Zongbi—two Jurchen gold nobles who had been trampled by Zhao Hao.

Wan Yanwen took the lead in aggressively driving Zhao Fujin off the carriage. Although the Song soldiers were angry, they were helpless.

The Jurchens were stunned by Zhao Fujin's beauty, and fell silent for a while.

After a long time, Wan Yanwen came to his senses, stretched out his hands frivolously to support Zhao Fujin's chin, laughed and said, "It's so stunning, it's absolutely true, congratulations to the fourth prince, congratulations to the fourth prince, good luck tonight!"

Wanyan Zongbi stared fiercely at Zhao Fujin's face, and said with an evil smile: "Everyone has a share tonight, so don't be sympathetic, hahaha... Son Zhao Hao, I said I would ride your Zhao family's concubine to the fullest, and I will do what I say. !"

After hearing Yan Zongbi's words, all the female cavalrymen stared fiercely at the shivering Zhao Fujin with their eyes shining like hungry wolves, wishing they could swallow her up immediately.

Zhao Fujin, who was terrified, had completely collapsed at this time, and under the great fear, she couldn't help crying: "Brother Hao, save me, save me, save me!"

The scene was silent again for a moment, and then Wanyan Wen took the lead in reacting, stretched out his hand and slapped Zhao Fujin on the face, knocking him to the ground.

"Stinky bitch, you are still called Zhao Hao when you are about to die! Even if there are ten Zhao Haos, I will kill you!"

Wanyan Zongbi finally understood, and smiled angrily: "Come here, let me strip her naked on the spot!"

All the Jurchen soldiers responded in unison, two people came up immediately, held down Zhao Fujin who was struggling desperately, and with a hissing sound, a large piece of skirt was torn off, Zhao Fujin hissed loudly in shock.

kill~
A Song soldier who was watching was finally angry, and he drew his knife and slashed at the neck of the Jurchen soldier who was tearing Zhao Fujin's clothes.

kill kill kill~
All the Song soldiers roared in anger, and all drew their swords out!

There was a lot of blood, and the sound of gold and iron intersecting continued, and then it returned to silence.

Dozens of soldiers of the Song Army were all lying in a pool of blood.

Wanyan Zongbi hacked down to the last general of the Song Army, and shouted loudly: "Take off, take off on the spot, I want to be happy right here!"

snort~
Another skirt was torn off, Zhao Fujin closed his eyes in despair, took out a kit from his bosom, held it tightly in his hand, and cried silently in his heart: "Brother Hao, save me! You said , can save me!"

咴咴咴~
There was a violent neighing of a horse, which made everyone's eardrums ache.

Wan Yanwen turned around in horror, and saw Yiqi standing in front of him, like a god, who was about to ask someone in surprise, when a cold light flashed in front of his eyes.

Wan Yanwen suddenly felt that his neck was empty, and then his head flew up, his eyes glanced in the air, and he couldn't help showing a look of unbelief.

With a bang, the blood-dripping head fell to the ground, but its eyes were wide open, unwilling to close its eyes.

Two more cold lights flashed, one of the two Jurchen soldiers pressing on Zhao Fujin's head was beheaded, and the other was picked up and thrown towards Wanyan Zongbi.

Zhao Fujin had already closed his eyes, but suddenly he heard a strange noise, and couldn't help opening his eyes, and his eyes were instantly dazed.

A handsome young man with a height of eight feet, sitting on a horse that is as white as jade and as tall as one foot, holding a war halberd, looks like a god like a fairy, just like the first time I saw him in Yanfu Palace.

"Brother Hao, am I in a dream..."

Zhao Fujin murmured softly, suddenly his vision went dark, and he passed out.

The young man galloped forward, bowed his head and stretched out, then lifted Zhao Fujin and hugged him in his arms, everything was in the blink of an eye, before all the gold soldiers could react, he galloped out.

Wanyan Zongbi swung his big ax and split open the body of the Jurchen who was thrown at him. When he looked back, he saw that the young man had already fled on his horse.

The boy who was on the horse suddenly turned his head, raised his halberd with one hand and struck with all his might, Wanyan Zongbi hastily raised his ax to meet him.

when~
There was a huge sound of metal and iron clanging, Wanyan Zongbi felt a huge force coming, and he even retreated a few steps with his horse.When he turned his head again, the young man had already rode away.

There was a burst of angry laughter in the wind: "Wanyan Zongbi, save your life for a few days, and I will kill all of your Wanyan surname in the future, leaving only Lingmei!"

Only then did Wanyan Zongbi come to his senses, and he couldn't help opening his eyes wide, unable to believe the facts in front of him.

The person who came was actually Zhao Hao!

(End of this chapter)