[Southern Song Dynasty] Splendid mountains and rivers

The night wind was getting colder and colder.

The spider webs entwined on the eaves were gradually soaked with dew, and the coldness seeped into people.

Empress Xunde folded her arms, leaned on Zhao Yuan's body and fell into a deep sleep.Zhao Yuan pulled up his sleeves and looked, there were several obvious red marks where he was caught just now.She could feel Emperor Xunde's panic and anger, just as she could feel her own anger.

Thanks to Roufu Diji for the remaining memories, she can understand the official dialect of the Song Dynasty and some of the dialect of the Jin people.Jin Bing outside the window was still chatting wantonly, arguing which jar of wine in Bianliang was the strongest and which woman was the most beautiful.A woman held up the golden gourd, chatting and laughing with the gold soldiers, but her back was trembling slightly.Zhao Yuan thought, she should be the concubine Wei that Emperor Xunde talked about.

Thank you for the history major she applied for, and for the history books she has memorized.

Those bloody words were no longer the yellowed records in the scroll, but the reality spread before her eyes.

In the first year of Jianyuan, the second emperor Beishou.

An understatement of a sentence, but it is a heavy burden on the bald history.

She has always disliked the understatement of the year title "Jianyuan first year", and has been stubbornly calling it "Jingkang second year".Whether it is the past before traveling, or the future after traveling.

She longed to turn her hands into clouds and rain, longing to erase this tragedy one by one, but it was easier said than done?

There is no golden finger, and there is no barbaric spirit in YY novels.

The only thing she has is this 15-year-old immature body and the identity of this Di Ji.

In normal times, the word Di Ji naturally symbolizes supreme glory.But now, it represents endless suffering.

She clearly remembered that Empress Rou Fu would be sent to the Clothes Bureau of the Kingdom of Jin, would change hands several times among the princes of the Kingdom of Jin, and would be buried in a desolate place. One word: ill-fated.

What a misfortune.

As a slave, as a concubine, after changing hands several times, she left her hometown.

I can no longer see the prosperity of Bianliang in the past, nor can I hear the beating of war drums during the battle between Song and Jin Dynasties.

She gently pushed Xunde Diji, and asked her in a low voice: "Do you want to go out?"

Empress Xunde opened her eyes suddenly, her already pale face became even more frighteningly pale. "Do you think I haven't tried it?" There was a look of sadness in her eyes, "Not only I tried it, but Concubine Wei also tried it. And your sisters-in-law, they all tried it. But what's the use? The soldiers caught up, knocked down on the spot, and tore the clothes..." She clutched her collar tightly, her eyes filled with painful emotions.

No, there must be a way.

She looked at the invisible Yellow River in the distance, listened to the sound of the Yellow River rushing down, and estimated the distance from the Yellow River to here.Liu Family Temple, Liu Family Temple is located in the east of Bianliang, not far from the Yellow River, if she can...

"You want to cross the Yellow River?" Emperor Ji Xunde seemed to see her thoughts.

"Just thinking about it." Zhao Yuan admitted honestly.Although the current Yellow River is not as turbid as in later generations, but that huge river with white waves... even if she can swim, she probably won't be able to support her to the other side.

The light in Empress Xunde's eyes dimmed: "I knew it."

She leaned against Zhao Yuan wearily, and gently closed her eyes: "Don't call me, I don't want to leave, and I don't want to be caught back to be a camp prostitute again. Huanhuan, sister knows you are a good boy, but sister can't hurt you. You You haven't married yet, and you have bound feet, so you can't run far..."

Zhao Yuan was so shocked that he almost lost his wits.

"She" also bound her feet?

Looking down, he found a pair of small feet like bamboo shoots.I didn't feel it when I was lying on the bed just now, but now when I move a little, the tip of my toe hurts like a heart.

Foot-binding began in the Northern Song Dynasty, first spread among the nobles, and then spread to the common people through the hands of Zhu Xi.

Zhao Yuan sternly cast aside those scholar-bureaucrats who love small feet, especially Su Shi's "Slimness says it's difficult, you have to look at it from the palm of your hand".The deformity habit of an era cut off the last hope of escape for these concubines and emperor concubines.At first, she was still thinking, Roufu, a captured emperor, where did she get the cloth to hang the beam... Now looking at the pair of bare feet, she thinks she has understood.

"Fourteenth sister." She decided to give Di Ji a final push, "You really don't want to leave?"

"Are you really going?" Emperor Xunde asked her back.

Zhao Yuan was categorical: "Either go or die." Anyway, she would never go to any clothing bureau, and she would never be a concubine to any king.

Emperor Xunde shrank her shoulders slightly: "No, I won't go, I have to wait for Brother Nine to pick us up. Brother Nine is the general of the world's soldiers and horses, he will definitely come back to pick us up, and he will welcome back Father and Emperor. Brother..."

——You really think highly of "our" Ninth Brother.

"He won't take us back." Zhao Yuan persuaded, "Why don't you fight me now."

Empress Xunde shook her head, curled up in a ball on the hard bed, refusing to leave no matter what.

Zhao Yuan tried to persuade him a few times, but he stopped trying.The time to escape is only a short moment, if Diji Xunde hadn't made up her mind, she would not be able to leave no matter what.

She looked up at the sky, it was already midnight.

In another three hours, the sky will be bright, and the golden man will go north with all the spoils.According to the marching speed of the Jinren, her small feet would definitely not be able to outrun those fat and strong war horses.

Therefore, the only chance to escape is tonight.

She carefully stuffed her feet into the shoes, struggled to hold on to the threshold, and walked outside the temple.

"What are you doing?" a maid with many braids asked gruffly.

Looking at the surrounding terrain, Zhao Yuan explained in a low-browed manner: "I... want... want to relieve..."

"Hurry up." The maid kicked her.

Zhao Yuan still lowered his eyebrows and said yes, and slowly moved towards the only ancient well in the temple.There are bloodstains in the temple, and it is estimated that many monks and pilgrims died.She softly said "Offended", carefully lifted a female corpse, exchanged clothes with her in the dark, and carefully sent it to the bottom of the well with a bucket.

There were stab wounds on the body and it was clear that he had not died of drowning.

Therefore, this is a life-and-death gamble.

After about half an hour, the maid just now started calling Rou Fu Di Ji's name loudly.

Zhao Yuan huddled tightly in the grass, even the sound of breathing almost stopped.Fortunately, she was lucky tonight. Not long after, a large group of dark clouds slowly floated over, and it rained heavily.

A night of rain is enough to erase some strange traces and slightly stop Jin Bing's footsteps.

She gritted her teeth and lay down in the rain for half an hour, until the sound of Jin Bing's footsteps and cursing gradually approached, and the rain gradually smiled, then she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, and slowly climbed to the bottom of the well along the barrel rope.

She was afraid, very afraid, very afraid.

Anyone who stayed with a corpse soaked in well water for half the night on a cold rainy night would be scared out of his wits.

She tried her best to stay on the ground for as long as possible, tried her best to do self-hypnosis, tried her best... tried her best to repeat to herself word by word: this is a game of life, you can either escape or die.

She was shivering in the cold well water, listening to Jin Bing slashing hard on the edge of the well several times, listening to a delicate female voice screaming "This is Huanhuan's shoe", and then there was no more words.The shoes were left on the ground by her on purpose.Having already committed suicide once, no one would doubt that Roufu Diji would commit suicide a second time.

Someone cursed loudly, and someone asked Jin Bing to fish out Diji's body and bury it by the Yellow River.

She squinted to look at the sky, tremblingly turned over the female corpse beside her, so that the pale face was aimed at the mouth of the well.

After soaking for half a night, even the most delicate face was already swollen beyond recognition.Not to mention that Jin Bing never took these concubines and concubines seriously. If they were dead, they were really dead.

"Huanhuan!" Empress Xunde cried crazily after being forcibly pulled up to recognize the corpse.

At that moment, Zhao Yuan wanted to cry too.

I was scared and cried.

She's also a woman!

She is also afraid of ghosts, the cold, and being chopped off by the golden soldiers!

Even if she was a little more courageous, knew a little more, and had a little less awe of ghosts and gods...she would want to cry! ! !

The hustle and bustle at the mouth of the well gradually receded, and the torrential rain last night finally stopped.The sound of the horse treading the mud was very clear in the dim light of the morning sun, Zhao Yuan held up the female corpse with trembling hands and feet, and encouraged himself word by word.

This is a life gamble.

you win.

You can do it, Zhao Yuan, Huanhuan, Roufu Emperor Ji of the second year of Jingkang.

Holding the slippery well rope, she struggled to climb up the well along the moss-covered well wall.

She didn't want to think about what was behind her.

What kind of constraints this era has on women, she doesn't even want to think about it.

Climb out, stay alive, and get back what was taken from you.

Take it back, the hope of this era.

Trembling, she stepped on the edge of the wellhead, digging at the soil with her stiff fingers, and crawled out forcefully.

Clang clang.

Two sharp simple knives were crossed around her neck.