After fetal transfusion: Huang Ama, your royal mausoleum has been stolen

"Pfft~ Bah, bah, bah." Xue Jing shook his head to get rid of the water on his face.

Unfortunately, without the help of hands, just relying on the head alone can't clean it even if it shakes to the point of vomiting.

"Are you awake? If not, I'll give you some more." Xi Rui pretended to throw stones again.

Xue Jing quickly rolled over and went far away.

"I can now answer the questions you asked before." Xi Rui moved the stone to the lake in front of her, threw it lightly, and with a "gudong~" sound, the lake swallowed up the stone.

Circles of ripples spread out, destroying Xi Rui's shadow.

"In today's Qing Dynasty, the people in power are indeed not Han people, but Manchus, the Jurchens of Jianzhou." Xi Rui kept focusing on Xue Jing from the corner of her eyes, always paying attention to his movements.

After the death of his family and the news of the collapse of the country, Xue Jing lay there motionless, looking as if he was more mourning than dying, "Aren't you the same, Jianzhou Jurchen?"

Hearing his tone, Xi Rui turned around and said, "I am, but not completely."

"Hey! If it is, it is, if it is not, it is not. There are so many nonsense." Xue Jing was full of disdain for this.

Xi Rui laughed angrily at his virtuous behavior, "Ha! What's the matter, others are not allowed to have any special circumstances, right?"

"You can come here from the Song Dynasty, can't I come from other places like you?" Xi Rui leaned over and picked up a handful of water, then sprinkled it on Xue Jing.

This little brat is so annoying.

"Please tell me clearly, the place where I originally lived was more than three hundred years ago, and the Southern Song Dynasty where you lived was nearly nine hundred years ago."

"Just like you, I came here by chance." Xi Rui said in a serious tone, "So don't use the same method you use to deal with enemies against me. My surname is not Wanyan."

"Furthermore, you hate Wanyan of the Jin Kingdom so much for stealing our Central Plains territory, why don't you see that you also organized a wave of rebellion against Wanyan." After losing the northern territory and breaking the character of the Han people, Wanyan Gou should also have a Let's take some credit.

Without him, the Southern Song Dynasty might not have become so difficult for so many people.

Xi Ruiguang became very angry just thinking about it. Every time after marveling at the bright stars of the Song Dynasty, he would feel sad that they were born at the wrong time and did not meet the Ming Lord.

Even if it were to replace the person who couldn't help him in the legend, he wouldn't be in that situation.

"Wanyan...Gou?" This name was like a bolt of lightning, striking straight at Xue Jing.

He was shocked, "Is it possible that the official family is not of Zhao Song blood? It is Wanyan..." The storm in his brain instantly added to the drama.

Xue Jing turned around in a flash, "The officials we swear to be loyal to the death are of the blood of the Jin people?" Was their home stolen?

This is simply more terrible news than losing the war.

Xue Jing's eyes widened and he stared at Xi Rui, trying to get an accurate answer from her.

"Well...that's not true. With Zhao Gou's temperament, he is definitely a descendant of the Zhao Song royal family." Or rather, he is a descendant of Zhao Er.

There is no doubt about this.

"Wan Yan Gou is just a joking name for later generations. Because some of his actions don't look like the emperor of the Song Dynasty, but more like the grandson of the Jin Dynasty. That's why he got such a title." Xirui waved his hand and signaled. Xue Jing, don’t get excited.

This is not the first time that Zhao Gou's life experience has been suspected. When he was King Kang, he was sent to the Jinren's tent as a hostage.

That was probably the most heroic time in his life, but the result was that he was questioned as not being like the royal family of Zhao and Song Dynasties, and was even returned by the Jin people.

Listening to Xi Rui's explanation, Xue Jing felt a little complicated for a moment. He couldn't tell whether he felt more regretful or thankful to have the upper hand.

066 did not interrupt the conversation between the two, and just stopped quietly in the middle. At this moment, it seemed that Xue Jing's condition had almost recovered.

He quietly asked Xi Rui, "Host, should we untie him? The hemp rope is too tight. If it is tied again, the person will be broken." 】

Xue Jing's hands were filled with blood and looked red.

This person is still useful if he is kept, it would be a pity if he is tied up.

Xi Rui thought for a while, and after calming down for a while, Xue Jing probably wouldn't do anything drastic to her anymore.

It doesn't matter if you loosen the ties.

"Xue Lexian, we should be able to communicate well now. I will untie you. If you dare to attack me again, I will throw you into the lake and calm down completely. Do you understand?" Xi Rui clapped her hands, stood up.

Xue Jing had to raise his head hard to see her face, "I won't do anything, just let me go." Under the hands of such a little girl, she was in such a mess that Xue Jing's ears turned red.

Xi Rui didn't notice his reaction and just untied him.

Under her control, the hemp rope disappeared instantly.

Xue Jing, who was free of restraints, fell down without any force, and the blood in all parts of his body gradually resumed its flow rate.

During this process, Xue Jing didn't have the strength to stand up for a while.

Neither Xi Rui nor 066 had any intention of helping him, just waiting for him to slowly repair himself.

"Okay, there's still some time. Is there anything else you want to know?" Xi Rui made a gesture of invitation to Xue Jing, "There should be nothing I can't tell you, so feel free to ask."

Xue Jing's head was still congested at this moment, and he was a little starry-eyed, so he simply asked the question he had in mind first, "What does the Southern Song Dynasty mean? Is Lin'an the official capital? Is the Song Dynasty divided into north and south?"

Lin'an Prefecture is in the south, and the founding of the Song Dynasty was always in Kaifeng Prefecture, which happened to be one in the south and one in the north.

It is possible that the Song Dynasty was divided into the Southern Song Dynasty and the Northern Song Dynasty because of this.

"That's right." This question is easy to answer. "The Song Dynasty was established from the rebellion of Taizu Zhao Kuangyin and Chen Qiao, with the capital at Kaifeng, until the Jingkang Rebellion, when Emperors Qin and Hui were captured, and the Northern Song Dynasty ended."

"Then the Jin army invaded vigorously, and the Song Dynasty retreated steadily. Zhao Gou, who slipped through the Jingkang incident, went south and ascended the throne in Yingtian Mansion, thus reestablishing the Song Dynasty." Xirui counted them carefully with his fingers.

"In order to avoid the pursuit of the Jin army, he fled all the way and finally settled in Lin'an, which is how the Southern and Northern Song Dynasties were distinguished."

Xue Jing silently calculated in his mind, "Then I should be considered a person from the Southern Song Dynasty."

It's a strange feeling to know who you are from other people's mouths.

"Then why is there no such thing as the Southern Song Dynasty?" Xue Jing slowly sat up, "The Jin cavalry is powerful, but the Song Dynasty also has no shortage of brave men!"

Following Zhao Gou's southern crossing, all the soldiers were holding their breath in their hearts, waiting for the day when they would regain their lost territory.

Before today, Xue Jing had always believed that that day would come. Even though he could no longer see it, nor could his relatives, he still firmly believed that Song Jun would succeed.

Especially the generals he admired the most in the Song Army, "The Song Army has General Yue and General Han. Haven't the Jin people been defeated? How come..."