One Piece of Song Dynasty

This year's Lantern Festival in Jiangning started on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month and lasted for half a month. On February nd, Li Qingzhao and Zhao Mingcheng went out of the city to enjoy plum blossoms in sedan chairs. Looking out from the sedan chair, people along the street were busy shaving dragon heads and collecting lanterns. There was actually a dragon boat race in the river, and there was no sign of war at all.

Li Qingzhao couldn't help but shook his head and commented: "A business woman who doesn't know that her country is in ruins and hates such troubled times still doesn't forget to ask for good fortune, this is called surviving."

Zhao Mingcheng felt that Li Qingzhao was too mean. He smiled and said: "We are celebrating the New Year. No matter how chaotic the world is, we still hope that we can live a peaceful life in the new year. Hope is the human heart."

Myolie followed the sedan out of the city. When they came to a large plum forest outside the city, the snow fell even harder. Snowflakes are flying and plum blossoms are in full bloom. Zhao Mingcheng and Li Qingzhao got off the sedan wearing leather cloaks, holding umbrellas and enjoying the plum blossoms in the snow. Myolie followed behind. Zhao Mingcheng raised his head and looked at the branches full of plum blossoms carefully and said: "Last year, I lost my mother and fled, so I missed the plum blossom viewing. Look how beautiful the plum blossoms are in bloom."

There are new graves hidden among the plum trees. The paper flags on the graves are fluttering in the wind, and the red flowers and white snow are falling on the graves. When Li Qingzhao first saw this scene, he gasped and said: "These bright red plum blossoms are dyed red by the blood and tears of the refugees, but they are still so beautiful, so beautiful that it makes your heart tremble."

"If mother were alive, I would lock you in the room again after hearing this." Zhao Mingcheng said with a smile. Li Qingzhao was not in the mood to laugh or appreciate the plum blossoms: "Mingcheng, have you ever thought that maybe we will never be able to return to Qingzhou or see Tokyo?"

Zhao Mingcheng's heart trembled, and then he laughed again: "You are talking nonsense again. Isn't Jiangnan the place where I have lived for a long time? Qingzhou should definitely go back."

"If you really can't go back, how can you live?" Li Qingzhao looked straight ahead. Zhao Mingcheng was at a loss for words, so he pulled on her cloak and changed the subject: "Fortunately, I had the foresight. It's not easy to wear such an outfit now."

Zhao Mingcheng looked at her back sadly and helplessly, and followed her back slowly. Li Qingzhao returned to the mansion. Because he was in a bad mood, he locked himself in the study and read a book alone for a while. When he saw Ouyang Xiu's Dielianhua, he couldn't help but chant: "How deep is the courtyard?"

Because she had just been admiring the plum blossoms and was moved by the scene, she was suddenly inspired. She thought about it excitedly for a moment, and quickly wrote a preface to the Linjiang Immortal: "The courtyard is a little deeper, and the clouds, windows, and fog pavilions are often exposed. The willow branches and plum calyx gradually become clear." . Spring returns to Moling trees, and old people build Kangcheng."

Zhao Mingcheng brought a lamp for her and quietly watched her writing furiously from behind. He couldn't help but continue to recite: "There are so many things I have done to feel the moon and chant the wind, but now I am old and have nothing to do. No one can pity the haggard and wither. There is no point in trying the lamp, walking on the snow." not in the mood."

This poem vividly describes the mood of the couple after their journey south. Li Qingzhao and Zhao Mingcheng raised their heads at the same time, helpless and speechless, their eyes met, tears flowed from their eyes, and they couldn't help but hug each other tightly.

In the early morning of the third day of February, five thousand elite soldiers of the Jin Army had galloped to Dayi Town, many miles away from Yangzhou. This means that within an hour, the Jin army can enter Yangzhou City.

At this time, Zhao Gou had just put down the memorial and saw that it was getting dim outside. He took off his clothes and took off his bed, still mumbling in a daze. Lan Gui, who had been by his side, yawned and lowered the curtain. Kang Lu rushed in from the outside in panic, kicked over the brazier, and shouted repeatedly: "Your Majesty, your Majesty is about to wake up."

"Why are you in such a panic?" Zhao Gou suddenly opened the curtain.

Kang Lu said hurriedly: "Wang Yuan came to report to Jin. Wushu personally led five thousand fine cavalry and went straight to Yangzhou. He was only a mile away from the city."

"Hurry across the river!" Zhao Gou was shocked. He jumped up, grabbed his bow and arrow and called back, "Shaofen, hurry up!"

"Kang Lu protects your majesty and goes first." Wu Shaofen remained calm in the face of danger and quickly picked up Zhao Gou's boots and gave them to him to wear. Zhao Gou was wearing armor in embarrassment and was pushed out by Wu Shaofen. He saw Wang Yuan and two lieutenants preparing Zhao Gou's horse in the courtyard. Wu Shaofen said nothing and immediately asked everyone to help Zhao Gou's horse and followed Wang Yuan and the two lieutenants to beat the horse. He ran out and disappeared into the darkness.

After a while, the whole city was in flames and chaos, with bangs and gongs ringing everywhere. The people cried for their fathers and mothers, and rushed to the outside of the south city. Countless people were trampled on each other along the way. Documents were flying in the sky, and fruits, grains, salt, and vegetables were abandoned along the way.

Zhao Gou, Kang Lu, Wang Yuan and other five riders rushed to the canal ferry in one breath. They saw that the water in the river was very shallow, and both public and private ships were stuck in the mire. Wang Yuan was anxious: "Where is Jiangbei's patrol inspection? Why haven't they opened the gate to release the water?"

The Jiangbei City Inspection Inspector rushed over in a panic: "The gate has been opened long ago, but the water volume is too small, and the tide does not respond to the gate."

Wang Yuan was so anxious that his mind went blank. Zhao Gou looked back and saw dust and smoke billowing in the distance, and the Jin soldiers and cavalry were roaring towards them, shaking the mountains and shaking the mountains. Wang Yuan whipped Zhao Gou's white horse and said, "It's too late, Your Majesty, hurry up."

Zhao Gou, Wang Yuan, Kang Lu and other five people flew away again. Zhao Gou's horse was fast. He galloped for a while. When he turned back, Wang Yuan, Kang Lu and the other four people had disappeared. This time he was really alone.

Dust billows from behind, and the Jin army gradually pursues them. The Jin Army's cavalrymen each had two horses. After galloping all day and night, they still had great stamina. Zhao Gou did not dare to neglect, so he galloped forward with his horse and drove fifty miles to Guazhou Ferry in the blink of an eye. Wu Shu led the cavalry in hot pursuit, shouting from behind: "Capture Zhao Gou alive!"

Zhao Gou rushed to the ferry and couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh. There was no boat at the huge ferry, and the wide Yangtze River stood in front of him like a natural chasm. The Jin army behind was getting closer and closer, but Zhao Gou's war horses were still patrolling by the river. Wu Shu led the Jin army closer, and the shouts of "Capture Zhao Gou alive" were deafening. Seeing that Zhao Gou would be captured alive if he didn't leave, he controlled his horse and retreated, looking up to the sky and shouting: "If the Song Dynasty is destroyed, Zhao Gou will be drowned in the Yangtze River."

Zhao Gou hit the horse with all his strength. The horse leaped high into the air and ran straight to the river. He jumped into the river with all his strength and held Zhao Gou through the waves and swam towards the center of the river. Wu Shu led the Jin army to the riverside and immediately fired arrows. In an instant, thousands of arrows were fired.

Zhao Gou drifted with the current on his horse, arrows around him were like locusts, and arrowheads fell into the water one after another. Zhao Gou's horse was hit by several arrows and slowly sank carrying Zhao Gou. Wu Shu leaned over the river and watched Zhao Gou sink into the water, smiling proudly. Zhao Gou was dazed and dying in the water. At the last moment when his life was hanging by a thread, he vaguely heard a child's song singing in his ears: "Bian water flow, Si water flow, flowing to the ancient ferry of Guazhou, Wu Shan is a little sad."

Following the gentle nursery rhymes, countless deformed clay statues of gods bared their teeth and appeared dimly, misty, far and near, and rushed towards them with all kinds of fierce looks. Zhao Gou gasped violently, opened his eyes in fear, raised his head and looked around, and saw that it was cold and raining, and he was lying dripping wet at the door of a small temple by the river. At this time, the nursery rhymes stopped abruptly, and the statues in the temple returned to their dignified and dignified nature.