Xiaolou listened to the spring rain all night GL

Looking at the empty room in front of her, there was a vaguely familiar atmosphere, everywhere was white, and the overwhelming white almost obliterated her.

Suddenly, she thought of the scene when she came to see her two years ago.

At that time, she was depressed again and again, and still asked King Oara to see Princess Song. Fortunately, King Oara Khan didn't think much about it, and someone led her to Zhao Wan's small courtyard.It was also the first time after three years that she saw someone who was thinking day and night.

When Tan Zihong appeared suddenly, Zhao Wan was really startled.Unlike Zhao Wan, who was a princess in the Song Dynasty, Tan Zihong saw her with her face up to the sky this time, wearing simple tiles to serve her.A little strange, but not the slightest sense of alienation.

"I see the princess."

Zhao Wan looked at Tan Zihong who was saluting to her in front of her, and was at a loss for a moment. She opened her mouth but made no sound, but Tan Zihong understood her words.The nicknames between them are unique to each other.

"When did General Tan come?"

"It just arrived today."

"The general has been exhausted all the way. He must come here to discuss something with the Great Khan. Why rush to my idle place?"

"The princess has been away from her homeland for three years, she must be thinking about her homeland, and so is my minister."

Zhao Wan's heart moved, and she looked carefully at Tan Zihong's expression, but she still couldn't see anything unusual, she was indifferent, and couldn't help laughing in her heart, she told herself the meaning of this man's words in three words.Looking down at his attire, he pursed his lower lip, "General, wait a moment, I have a book, please give it to the emperor."

When she came out again, Zhao Wan had already changed into Hanfu and put on some light makeup.Tan Zihong watched silently, although he still had no expression on his face, his heart felt warm.

Women are those who please themselves.

"Live up to the fleeting years."

This was the only whisper between them when they parted.Three years have passed, and they all have the confidence to continue waiting.But now...

Almost mechanically, he carved the name stroke by stroke, and looked at the tablet in his arms reluctantly. Then Tan Zihong stood up, his legs were already a little numb, and there were still some dull pains. She remembered the grassy slope many years ago.

"I'm taking her back."

Amur looked at her with his arms folded, and when he saw her get up, he didn't stop her, but said lightly, "After we go back, should we continue to fight?"

Tan Zihong didn't answer, but just strode out.

Amur looked at her back, suddenly smiled wryly and shook his head, looked around the palace, and walked out.

Outside the city, Tan Zihong got on his horse, looked at the heavily armed Tayunqi behind him, and then looked at the Oara King City in front of him, his eyes darkened, he turned his horse's head, and was about to give an order, but he heard someone behind him calling him. , Amur came out of the city with a pipa in his hand.

The moment he saw the pipa, his already numb heart seemed to be drilled again, and before he knew it, the fingernails holding the rein were embedded in the flesh.She stared blankly at the pipa, watching it being delivered to her.

It was still the pipa, but there was a crack across the body of the lute, although it was not long, it still hurt the eyes, and it also stabbed hard in the bottom of the heart, the pain was muffled, not sharp, but suffocating.

Gently fluttering the strings, because of the crack, the sound is not as crisp as before.

Fingers caressed every inch of the body of the piano, and the depression in the bottom of my heart became more and more oppressive, and the soreness finally came up little by little, grinding on my throat like ants biting.The fingers continued to caress gently, and suddenly there was a sudden feeling from the fingertips, and she was slightly taken aback, but the next moment, tears welled up in her eyes.The dull pain in the heart suddenly became sharper and pierced into the deepest part.

Turning over the body of the piano, a word appeared in her blurred vision. She tried to wipe it with her hands, but her eyes were still blurred. She blinked, and a hot tear ran across her cheek, and the word became clear at once.

A small "Jiao" character is a handwriting that she is all too familiar with.

"Ajiao." A soft voice rang in his ears, as if there was a trace of breath, the feeling of numbness was too real, he raised his head in a trance, and in front of him was the grassland that could not see the sky.

"General, the old things have been brought here, and the old man still has a message to ask me to convey." The man looked at the blood-red eyes of the man in front of him, and couldn't help but sighed softly, "The small building listened to the spring rain all night, and if you don't say anything, the wind blows and the rain sings." .”

"Don't say anything..." She smiled wryly, her heart was numb from the pain, and she finally eased the pain.

"Xi'er!" A low growl was pressed from the throat, the phalanx holding the handle of the piano turned white, and hot tears fell down, but they couldn't melt the ice in my heart.

"Xi'er, just wait for me..."

In the 35th year of Ning Zhao, Zhao Wan, the fourth princess of Zhao Heng, died of illness in Oara, and Emperor Ning Zhao wept when he heard the news.Zhao Hengnian was almost sixty years old, and the two daughters under his knees were sent to marry him and died at the same age. He felt so guilty that he fell ill for a while.Just when the situation in Beijing and Central China began to change, Marshal Tan Zihong of the Northern Territory wrote a letter requesting peace with Wala and resigning from the military power.

Zhao Heng was ill and unable to manage affairs, the crown prince did not dare to make decisions, so he sent envoys to appease him, agreed to make peace, but never mentioned the right to withdraw troops.

In November of the 35th year of Ningzhao, Zhao Heng died of illness, the temple name was Dezong, the prince succeeded to the throne, and changed to Yuanchanghe.Tan Zihong wrote again to take back the military power, and recommended general Fan Chaozong to take over Marshal, Chang and Di Yun, but he did not take back the title of Marquis of Chengxian according to the memorial, but ordered Tan Zihong to return to Beijing.

Taking off the armor, it seems that the past 20 years have also been put down together. The unprecedented ease makes people want to sigh.Is it so simple to let go of everything that I thought I couldn't let go of?Squinting his eyes, he looked at the endless grassland in the distance.

"When Lord Hou returns to the capital this time, he will surely flourish and enjoy wealth and honor. I will finally congratulate Lord Hou here." Looking at the young man in front of him, those who came to see him off couldn't help but sigh with emotion. It's a pity to lose fighting spirit overnight.

"Chaozong, there have been too many battles in Beidi these years. It's time to really rest. You have always been gentle. I'm very relieved to entrust this place to you." It's not that Tan Zihong didn't see the meaning in these people's eyes, but these For her, it doesn't make any sense anymore.

"Everything is thanks to Lord Hou for his promotion. His lack of talent is not as good as Lord Hou's. Back then, Lord Hou used his own strength to conquer the people and lead the Northland. Chaozong admired him very much. Emperor Chaozong must remember Lord Hou's teachings and live up to Lord Hou's high hopes." Fan Chaozong was in his forties, and although Tan Zihong was much older, he could be regarded as her most staunch supporter these years, but in the previous wars, he was still biased towards the main side.

Smiling lightly, shaking his head, Tan Zihong patted the horse beside him, and looked at the setting sun in the distance, "You don't have to learn from me, you just need to be loyal to the imperial court and stick to the border. The wolf's ambition is not dead, so he needs to be on guard from time to time. Chaozong , you just remember my words. The northern border cannot be peaceful forever, but Oara cannot perish."

"Master Hou, Chaozong will remember."

Tan Zihong nodded, got on the horse, and took a last look at the barracks. The gold and iron horses seemed like a big dream, and 20 years passed by with a flick of a finger.Turn your head, the road ahead is long.

"There will be a period later!" With a whip whip, he left in the dust.

"Hou Ye, have a safe journey!" All the leaders of Tayunqi had tears in their eyes. In fact, people with discerning eyes knew clearly that even though Tan Zihong resisted the decree and declared war against Oala back then, although he was not punished for this act, it planted the seeds in the hearts of the superiors. , there must be a day when the ground is broken, this farewell, the road ahead is extremely dangerous.This young man who has dominated the situation in the North will never come back.

In the first year of Changhe, Cheng Xianhou Tan Zihong contracted a serious disease on the way back to Beijing under the decree, and died of illness on the way.When Emperor Changhe heard about it, he was very moved. He made him the crown prince and Taifu, and ordered a lavish burial.

For this young Marshal, the history books of Song State still recorded quite detailed.And a section recorded by unofficial history is even talked about by later generations.

It was rumored that Emperor Dezong wanted to give the fourth princess Zhao Wan to Marquis Chengxian, but Marquis had a heart for the north and flatly refused, but he thought that the princess would never marry.It was because the princess died of illness that he later negotiated peace with Wala, and Cheng Xianhou was so desperate that he resigned as commander-in-chief. He had a serious heart disease and died young.

Although the posterity didn't know the truth of the rumor, they were still happy to pass it on from generation to generation, and because of this, Princess Wan was known to the posterity, and she won praise from generation to generation in one fell swoop.An anecdote with Cheng Xianhou also attracted many scholars and poets of later generations, and it became a good story.It is also seen in later operas, but the person who took the title of this play can no longer be verified, only this play titled "Xiaolouchun" is left, which is widely sung.

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HE, please look forward to the episode.This article is really not long, and the writing is very casual. To be honest, I am not very satisfied with this article compared to Lou Taiyue, but well... the big move is in the back. . .