[Southern Song Dynasty] Splendid mountains and rivers

"All, all, public?"

At some point, Zhao Yuan came to the corridor and listened to what the two said verbatim.

She was stunned at first, then pondered, and finally nodded lightly: "That's right... Then how did he explain the two thousand stallions? 'This is the power of the whole country of Daliao' or 'Our Majesty is very important, Only two thousand stallions can match'?"

The general almost dropped his jaw in shock: "Emperor...Emperor Ji's fortune teller."

"Huh?" She raised her tone slightly.

"The envoy of the Liao Dynasty only said two words in total, namely 'the power of the Liao Dynasty' and 'Your Majesty is worth two thousand bloody horses'." The general looked at her with eager eyes like magma erupting.

"cough."

Zhong Yi coughed lightly, attracting both of them's attention.He sat sideways on the porch holding the sword, lowered his head, couldn't see his expression clearly, he could only hear his deeper and deeper voice, "The good horse has arrived, it's time to fetch Emperor Liao back. It's just..."

He raised his head slightly, glanced at Zhao Yuan, and asked with some concern: "Is Diji sure?"

"Naturally there is."

"I don't mean Emperor Liao, but..." He paused for a moment, then gave her another deep look, "It's Diji." If Diji couldn't get out of her body, then I would risk his life and never allow it. She took such a big risk.

An indescribable atmosphere flowed between the two, and there was a dull and unspeakable tacit understanding.

The general ran away in an instant, and Zhao Yuan sat down opposite Zhong Yi, holding his sword hilt with both hands, and asked softly: "If I say 'No, will you go with me?"

He opened his mouth, and the word "meeting" was about to blurt out, but was swallowed again.

"I can see it." She lowered her eyes and gently rubbed the hilt of his sword with her fingertips, as if rubbing his arm. "It must be 'Chen Weifu' again. Don't worry, The person who can take my life has not yet been born." After she said this, she smiled and her tone was much more relaxed, "Before I leave, can the general allow me one thing?"

"I don't know what Diji is talking about?"

"A three-year agreement." She raised her head, looked into his eyes, and said word by word, "After three years, I promise you a prosperous and healthy life, and you will never be in danger of swords and weapons. You—marry me."

He was shocked, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were full of eagerness and pain.Marriage was not considered during the mourning period, but if Di Ji had to wait for him for three years...he couldn't bear it, and he...he was afraid that one day she would be a widow.

The more you love her, the more you fear her.

"The prosperous age is stable, the world is peaceful, and there will never be any danger of swordsmanship. Even if it is like this, can't you marry me?" She lowered her head, her long eyelashes covering her eyes, and she seemed a little sad.

"Di Ji..."

"Forget it." She let go of his sword hilt angrily, jumped down the corridor, and turned to leave.

"Di Ji!"

Her footsteps stopped, the corners of her mouth slightly curved, but she still said angrily: "I don't want to talk to you."

Zhong Yi closed his eyes, put the sword on the side of the big pillar, walked forward a few steps, stretched out his arms to hug her, but clenched his fists tightly, and let them hang down to his sides little by little.

"This sentence should not be said by Di Ji."

"It should be the minister—"

"Emperor Yun and Concubine are in a prosperous and peaceful world. Concubine Yun and Concubine have beautiful rivers and mountains for thousands of miles, and there will be no more wars on the border. If at that time, I am still alive, and I have been honored by the concubine, I will be the body of a noble, with three thousand iron armor as the leader. Hire, to honor the emperor and concubine."

only……

In a prosperous and peaceful world, there will never be a disaster of swordsman?

What my grandfather couldn't do in his whole life, he...

"If after three years, I can't do this, please ask Diji..."

He clenched his fists tightly, his veins bulged little by little, and a sad and painful expression appeared on his face.

"Another, choose, good, son-in-law."

Just four words drained all his strength, his whole body was empty and he had nothing to rely on.He slumped down on the corridor, looked at Di Ji's back, and heard her say hello softly.

She said... ok.

It seemed to let go of a big stone that was pressing on my heart, and it seemed to be cast in a raging fire and burned, and the pain was unbearable.

He made a promise—a promise he could never keep.

Di Ji turned around, looked at him, and smiled slightly: "A gentleman promises a thousand gold."

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Early the next morning, Zhao Yuan left with two volumes of the Yellow River waterway map in his arms.

Before leaving, she hurried to Huazhou again, and asked the local guards to store water and wash sand upstream.

The silting of the Yellow River was not achieved in a day, and it is not realistic to solve it within three to two months.The only thing that can be done now is to store water to wash sand, plant trees and stabilize water and soil.She felt more and more like a tireless old scalper, born to work hard.

this is not good.

She also really wants to curl up in bed and sleep late every morning...

Ugh.

Zhao Yuan resigned himself to his fate all the way through Shuozhou and across the thousands of miles of Taihang Mountains, his equestrian skills became more and more exquisite.She felt more and more like a native of the Song Dynasty, speaking Bianliang Mandarin, writing Zanhua Xiaokai, and galloping all the way on the land of Yanyun...

When they arrived in Yanjing, it was already the turn of summer and autumn, and the Taishanghuang had already been sent to "raise" for three months.

Half of the huge city of Yanjing was occupied by the Song army, and she didn't attract much attention when she rode into the city.Looking around again, the layout is still so small, with a little bit of decadence, and there is a little shadow of Bianliang, but it is not prosperous.

It is said that Zhao Gou thought about moving back to Bianliang a long time ago.

It is a pity that Yan Zonghan burned Bianliang clean with a torch, and the diversion of the Yellow River caused Bianliang to fall into a flood that had not happened in a thousand years.Therefore, no matter whether it is Zhao Gou or all the ministers, they all decided to stay in Yanjing and not leave, and even the entire Zhongshumen (text), Privy Council (wu), Yushitai (supervisor), and Dali Temple (punishment) Moved to Yanjing City.

Although there is no explicit mention of moving the capital, this move is no different from already moving the capital.

It was dusk when she entered the city, and Zhao Gou was eating.

When Rou Fu Di Ji, who was described as haggard by the travel and dust without wearing any powder, with only a white jade hairpin on her head and no accessories, appeared, Zhao Gou was shocked at first and then frightened, and the words were blocked when she was full of reprimands. Throat mouth, can no longer speak.

Di Ji's expression was as usual, and she was even quite cheerful: "My sister is visiting the official family."

Zhao Gou gave a faint "huh" and didn't get up, nor did he say another word.

Di Ji said again: "Sister Chen wants to visit Emperor Father."

Zhao Gou frowned for a long time, and finally said only one word: "Yes."

On the way to the palace, Zhao Yuan kept thinking about how Zhao Ji and Zhao Gou fell out.

Because Zhao Gou, who was born proficient in fine brushwork and calligraphy, would definitely use the excuse that "the emperor is far away in Shangjing, and the ministers are only taking over the throne temporarily" to tame Zhao Ji into obedience.If he didn't even have this ability, he wouldn't be the emperor at all.

The moment she saw Zhao Ji, she immediately understood.

Zhao Ji was full of swearing, from feigning death and fleeing to sending troops and then letting go without permission; then he drank a sip of tea, and was swearing again, from dividing troops to attack Yanjing to rashly breaking into Shangjing and then stuffing him into the palace. A dark place; in the end he poured a cup of tea and continued to curse, this time from Bianliang being robbed twice to the diversion of the Yellow River, and finally she stayed in Confucian state for three whole months without worshiping, it was too disrespectful.

Zhao Yuan was dumbfounded.

She carefully said two words: "Father..."

"There's your eldest brother and ninth brother again!" The Supreme Emperor scolded again.From Zhao Huan to Zhao Gou to the eunuch who served him all the way, even Yue Fei who escorted him all the way to Bianliang and was promoted for nothing, even Zong Ze who had passed away for a long time... She looked at Zhao Ji's gray beard and hair, remained silent, Quietly listened to him scolding all day long.

In the end, she pulled over the eunuch who served Zhao Ji personally, and asked, "Is the Supreme Emperor always like this?"

"The Supreme Emperor always thunders but never rains."

……Understood.

Zhao Ji's power has long been emptied, even if Zhao Yuan faked his name that day, even if Zhao Gou boldly tried to seize the throne, he could only stare and curse.He completely turned into a dying old man, he dared not do anything, he couldn't do anything, he recited everything about everyone from morning to night every day, then went to sleep, and continued to recite the next day.

She stood quietly for a moment, then ordered someone to fetch rice paper with cooked ink, and began to copy the inscription on the copybook.

There are those from the previous dynasty, those from the descendants, there are Yan Zhenqing and Liu Gongquan, and there is a skinny golden body... Zhao Ji stopped scolding, and stood motionless in front of the table, watching Zhao Yuan finish an inscription, and heard her say: Proficient in brush and ink, skilled in calligraphy, you might as well follow your own mind and study calligraphy every day, so as to relieve the depression in your chest..."

Zhao Ji sneered: "Do you think I am a civil servant who was relegated to Lingnan?"

Zhao Yuan lowered his head: "Rou Fu dare not."

Zhao Ji sneered again: "Is there anything in the world that Rou Fu Di Ji dare not do?"

Zhao Yuan was dumbfounded.

"I heard that you are going to race horses in Shuozhou." Zhao Ji dismissed the eunuchs at some point, and looked at the candles ecstatically, "Sometimes I even wonder why you are not the prince, but the emperor's concubine."

"Father..."

"Don't say that it is the Chong family who wants to race horses in Shuozhou, not you." Zhao Ji seemed to be talking to her, and seemed to be muttering to himself, "The only blood and blood left by the Chong family loves you so much that it will never change until death , and even dared to contradict me. Hey, Yanyun!" He murmured Yanyun a few times, and a strange look gradually appeared in his eyes: "I bestow on you, Yanyun's exclusive power."

"Father?" Zhao Yuan was taken aback.

"Nowadays, few people are willing to listen to what I say." Zhao Ji was a little distressed, "As for you, you are very smart and bold. You know better than me how to use this will. But Roufu—— "He stared into her eyes and said sharply, "You swear in front of me, in front of Tai. Zu Taizong, that you will devote your life to making the Zhao family last forever, so that I will live forever before I die." , to be able to see He Qinghai and Yan Sihai surrendering, and to have the face to meet Taizong Taizong!"

"...My son swears."

Zhao Yuan took a step back, facing the portrait of Taizong Taizong behind Zhao Ji, and repeated it word by word.

"I will devote my whole life to make the Song Dynasty last forever, and the emperor's brother will rule the world, and all parties will be ministers and return to the world, and the shame of Kang Kang will be settled with a snow."

Zhao Ji's face changed slightly.

What she said was, "Song Shi Jiang Shan".

"...My son swears, Yong Zuo's nephew, will never be emperor, never be king, and will always be stationed on the land of Yanyun!"

It was a bit strange for such words to be uttered by an Emperor Ji.

But Zhao Ji laughed out loud, as if the depression in his chest was swept away.

He nodded in satisfaction, wrote down the imperial decree "Give Roufu Emperor Ji Yanyun the exclusive power", and by the way, he also rolled up several volumes of blank imperial decree stamped with the Supreme Emperor's seal, and stuffed it to Zhao Yuan: "Do it as soon as possible." yes."