young master in arms

In the first month of Xiangxing, Zhang Hongfan led the Yuan army to attack Yashan, and the troops were divided into three armies, forming a three-sided encirclement of the last small court of the Song Dynasty.

The Song Dynasty was already in chaos. They heard that Zhang Hongfan was still alive, and they attacked so quickly. They were really surprised. Zhang Shijie, Lu Xiufu and other ministers summoned the ministers to discuss the matter overnight. Di Bing and the Queen Mother were also present. In the past, spies came to report that the Yuan army had arrived in Haikou. Everyone was surprised. A minister came out and said: "The best way is to retreat to the south. I hope the queen mother and the emperor will make preparations as soon as possible. When the battle starts tomorrow, we will go south." run away."

Before the Empress Dowager could speak, Zhang Shijie yelled: "Your Majesty also said yesterday that the imperial conquest was a personal conquest. This battle is related to the rise and fall of our Central Plains. How can we escape?"

The minister was still waiting to refute, and the Empress Dowager Yang behind Di Bing said softly: "You two loves, since your majesty has decided to go to the battlefield with the soldiers, you will not back down." Her eyes are full of kindness, although she is also sad, but precious As the queen mother, she couldn't reveal it, but her son was still young, if she messed up, her morale would definitely drop.

Zhang Shijie said again: "Your Majesty, this battle is unavoidable. I suggest that all the objects in the palace be burned here, and the main hall is also burned!"

"What!" Everyone was shocked.

Zhang Shijie's eyes were full of determination: "If the boat is broken, the outcome will be determined in one battle!"

***

It seems that someone is behind.

Xiao Yushan knelt in front of his mother's coffin, and knew who it was without looking back.

Jin Shaoyan's feet are very light.

"Sad brother Shan."

"you go."

"I won't leave. You are so sad at this moment. If I leave, who will talk to you?"

"But if you don't leave, you will die by my sword."

He stood up and looked at him with bloodshot eyes.

Jin Shaoyan: "Tomorrow's war will destroy the Great Song Dynasty. If you return to Quanzhou with me, I will save the emperor from your death."

"Delusion!" Xiao Yushan yelled, drew his long sword out of its sheath, and pointed at Jin Shaoyan: "I will call you one last word, young master, young master, if you abandon your Mongolian identity and leave with me, I will settle the differences with you."

"impossible."

"Hehe." Xiao Yushan laughed, looking at his mother's coffin behind him miserably: "If it weren't for you, how could my mother die?"

Jin Shaoyan couldn't argue with a hundred words.

"When the two armies are at war, casualties are inevitable."

"So I let you go instead of letting you die."

"Brother Shan, I—"

"Walk or not!"

"Don't go!" His stubborn temper came. He helped Xiao Yushan kill Zhang Hongzheng on the battlefield yesterday. Now he thought he would treat him better, but now it seems that he is still like that. In the face of national justice, Is there really no room for any emotion?

"Have you really decided to break with me?"

"Jin Shaoyan, oh no, Ala Daritu, listen carefully. As a Song native, I entered your mansion to spy on information. Everyone knows that Quanzhou is now your Jin family's territory, and even Zhang Hongfan has to rely on it. Your Jin family's financial resources and materials dare to go south to attack Yashan, since you can't abandon your current identity, I will naturally abandon you."

Xiao Yushan stood up slowly, and the sadness in his eyes was even worse: "If you were still at home, how could you be involved in this?"

"What's the use of saying that now?"

"Young Master—" He lowered his head and softly called out the title that Sun and Moon kept repeating.

"Brother Shan, join me in Da Yuan!"

"Shut up!" His sword was already in hand.

"Draw the sword!" His eyes were bloodshot: "If you can defeat me, I will follow you. If you lose, leave as soon as possible!"

Hearing this, Jin Shaoyan frowned, and then slowly relaxed it: "That's fine, Brother Shan, even though you have great martial arts skills, I will never give up, and I will definitely save your life."

"It's useless to talk too much!"

Jin Shaoyan drew the knife on his back.

The light of the knife reflected the candlelight in the wooden house, reflecting his handsome and beautiful face.

Xiao Yushan felt a pain in his heart when he looked at the face that haunted him, but the sword in his hand was still pointed at Jin Shaoyan.

Today he should also understand this evil fate.

It has always been nothing but his unrequited love. Lovesickness is bitter, and when bitterness enters the heart, the heart will be gone. Without the heart, how can one be a human being?

With a flash of the knife light, he saw the sword energy approaching.

He retreats, he advances.

His sword danced airtightly in front of him, and his knife slashed at his side in gusts of wind.

His sword is light on murderous intent, and so is his knife.

The two fought from the wooden house to the outside, and then to the street.

The streets were already empty, and people had taken refuge elsewhere.

He goes in, he goes in too.

When swords and swords collided, there seemed to be flames soaring into the sky.

The flames soaring into the sky are nothing but the melancholy on his sword and the persistence on his sword.

The melancholy sword and the persistent knife entangled and intertwined until his sword broke his shoulder and dropped the once warm scarf to the ground.

The moment the scarf fell to the ground, the knife was picked up.

The knife picked up his coat, and at the same time picked up a sheepskin letter from his arms.

The letter fell to the ground, and the cold wind blew.

On the letter paper blown by the cold wind, there were three words that were scrawled.

Jin Shaoyan looked carefully, it said "Dong Weixue".

That was my own handwriting.

He suddenly remembered that when he was sleeping on Brother Shan's bed, he heard these three words most often from Brother Shan's mouth.

"There is no snow in winter, how can there be no snow in winter?"

Another sword.

cut off his thoughts.

But he couldn't cut off the long knife in his hand.

The long knife waved, dancing the whole winter's bleak night.

Finally, the knife fell.

The sword also fell.

Xiao Yushan slapped Jin Shaoyan on the shoulder, Jin Shaoyan couldn't resist, and fell sideways.

A light flashed in Xiao Yushan's eyes, and he hugged him quickly.

Hold him in your arms.

"Master—" he whispered softly, and he in his arms also responded in a low voice: "Brother Shan——"

Snow also fell.

Winter is about to pass, how can it still snow?

It's not snowing in winter, how can it not snow in winter?

He seemed to suddenly remember something.

Early winter six years ago.

The snow was about to fall, so they went to the suburbs together and hid for a day and a night.

That night Jin Shaoyan was terrified and held Xiao Yushan tightly.

"Brother Shan, I'm afraid."

"Don't be afraid, young master. With Yushan here, no monsters or ghosts will bully you."

"Brother Shan, you are so kind to me."

"The young master is a man of gold, so he will naturally be protected by others."

"Will you always stand by me?"

"nature."

"Brother Shan, look, it's snowing."

Xiao Yushan was silent for a moment, and suddenly pulled Jin Shaoyan into his arms. He came so suddenly that Jin Shaoyan was caught off guard, but before he could speak, Xiao Yushan kissed him.

The kiss shocked him.

His body also reacted, and he wanted to refuse, but his hands were involuntarily clenched and then lowered.

Does Brother Shan really like me?

Then why can't he go back to Dayuan with me?

The kiss was deep, but the love was forbearing. He never expressed any love for him, because he was really afraid that Jin Shaoyan would reject him and become a stranger to him from now on.

Mouth parted.

There was tenderness in his eyes.

"Master, come with me."

"Where to go?"

"To a place where no one knows us."

"Is it just us?"

"kindness."

"What about your Da Song?"

Xiao Yushan let go of Jin Shaoyan's body: "If I'm still alive tomorrow, I will look for you."

"Can you win?"

Xiao Yushan sighed: "I don't know."

"When will I wait for you?"

Xiao Yushan's eyes dodged: "Speak less, don't worry, I will definitely look for you."

Jin Shaoyan pushed him away: "If you don't come, I will have to wait for you!"

"I will definitely be back."

Jin Shaoyan sighed: "I also hope that you can live, but in tomorrow's battle, Da Song's entire army will definitely be wiped out."

"If you really can't come back, of course you can go to be your noble son of Mongolia!"

"Brother Shan, in fact I—" Jin Shaoyan knew he had made a slip of the tongue, wanted to apologize but felt that he was a man, and it was difficult to apologize.

His face also seemed to turn red.

Just when he was a little light-headed, he was suddenly knocked unconscious.

Xiao Yushan looked at his face, rubbed and stroked it lightly: "Master, I'm sorry."

"God, you're sorry for me!"

In the sea, under the sky, Emperor Bing was carried behind Lu Xiufu's back, in front of them was the dark Mongolian army, and behind him was the vast black sea of ​​cliff mountains. The Song Dynasty ended here. Lu Xiufu and Zhang Shijie continued to establish new emperors to maintain the Song Dynasty, but they established one and lost the other. Now they are finally at the end of the road, and they no longer have to run away.

"Your Majesty, Mongolia is powerful now, and we are undoubtedly defeated, but I am a strong man, a great man, and I must never surrender to Mongolia, let alone let future generations scold me for surrendering to foreign countries. Now there is no way out, and we should die Martyrdom!"

Di Bing was behind him, although there was a lot of fear in his small eyes, he still nodded his immature head: "What Ai Qing said is true, although I, Zhao Bing, is only eight years old, I am also the son of my Song Dynasty." Good people, even if they die now, they will never surrender!"

He seemed to be firm in his belief: "I am the emperor of the Song Dynasty, representing the lord of a country. If even I surrender, then the Song Dynasty will really die."

Hearing what he said, Lu Xiufu was overwhelmed with emotion in his heart, and his pride turned into utter loyalty.

He pulled out his waist accessories and pointed at the Mongolian army: "Kublai Khan, you can defeat me for a while, but you can never defeat me for the first time of the Song Dynasty. Saibei, I, Lu Xiufu, have served the country all my life, and now I am taking the emperor to my death, and I will never be your prisoner!"

After speaking, he was impassioned and jumped into the deep sea.

Zhang Hongfan and other generals over there were all moved when they saw it.

The moment Di Bing entered the water, he felt thunder and lightning flashing between the sky and the earth, the howling wind, and bursts of angry roars seemed to be the sky's mourning for the fall of a generation of emperors!

Suddenly, there was a sound of dragon chant between the heaven and the earth, and the ships of the Yuan army were shaking.

The dragon chant is endless.

Someone shouted: "Long live the five emperors, long live, long live!"

Then rows of people knelt down and cheered to the north.

Only then did Zhang Hongfan realize that he had won, as if waking up from a dream.

"Da Song is really dead."

***

"Brother Shan, if you really don't come, I will wait for you here forever."

The young man was sitting under a cypress with winter snow, holding wine in his hand.

He has been waiting for many days, but he has not waited for him.

At this time, two Mongols passed by the tree: "Sometimes I have to admire these Song people. It is obvious that the Yuan Dynasty is already in the world, and they want to resist. This is good. Hundreds of thousands of troops threw themselves into the sea without a single person." surrender."

"Isn't it? Isn't it good to live? Why die for a country that has already died?"

They gradually moved away, and their voices could no longer be heard.

The young man was still drinking, but just now he was drinking one cup at a time, and now he directly poured the whole jug of wine into his mouth.

"Brother Shan, will you come back to protect me when it's not snowing in winter?"

March is here, winter is over.

The snow has already fallen.

After that, Jin Shaoyan disappeared.

People said they had seen him at the funeral of Ala Iribis, but no one knew whether it was him or not.

The Song Dynasty really died, and now it is the world of the Mongols.

On this day, Jin Shaoyan came to a peach forest, where the peach blossoms were in full bloom, and he seemed to hear some kind of piano sound.

He searched for the sound and went away, only to see that he was dressed in white, as indifferent as an exiled immortal.

"I've met Mr. Jin Shaoyan next time."

Hearing this, the man stopped his fingers, looked at him and said with a smile: "Since you are a guest, please sit down and listen to me."

Before the song finished, I heard someone yelling loudly: "Bai Shao, stop playing the piano all day, Wei Xue let us eat."

The man in white gave Jin Shaoyan an apologetic smile: "I'm sorry, the woman in the family is impatient."

Jin Shaoyan shook his head, at this moment a person suddenly jumped out and grabbed the shoulder of the man in white, his appearance was very intimate: "Who is he?"

Bai Shao smiled and said, "He is Xiao Yushan's friend, Jin Shaoyan."

Tang Xiaonan snorted, and shouted behind him: "Xiao Yushan, your friend is here to find you."

Jin Shaoyan was shocked, and tears almost came out of his eyes.

But when he looked at Tang Xiaonan, he saw a brand new tombstone with Xiao Yushan's name written in cinnabar.

(End of the article)