[Main Wenshu] Beifeng Nanzhi

When casually bringing the news that Di Feijing agreed to help back to Wuqing, he just gave a soft "hmm".

"Is it a drop in the bucket?" Randomly saw that he was really not the slightest bit excited, so he guessed, "But I thought it would be good to have more hope."

"That's the truth." Wuqing said, "It's just that I'm naturally more likely to worry about things that haven't happened. Don't be influenced by me. The success of the plan is still very high."

Casually looked at him seriously.

Ruthlessly turned his head away from her sight.

"I'm not sure." He said very slowly, "Dozens of people are facing tens of thousands of troops, plus I don't know about the spies of the Jin army hiding somewhere in the palace. I don't have any confidence."

He didn't wait for a random response, and pushed the wheelchair away rumbling away, followed by the young men who served him.

The courtyard was quiet again, and there was no moon in the sky, only gray and dark clouds.

The rest of the famous arresters did not come back the next day, presumably the emperor could not live without their protection.The relocation of the people has started smoothly. Walking casually on the street, watching these white-haired women and children and children who are not as tall as their thighs are sorting their burdens one by one, and doing the final cleaning for their houses.

It was a strange calm.

"The men are all on the battlefield. Old people like us are nothing more than mere lives. Even if we die immediately, it's no big deal. I just feel sorry for this child, who has to suffer from running around at such a young age..." the old woman touched Looking at the child's head, the child is only three or four years old, looking at random with wide eyes, as if he still doesn't quite understand what happened.

"But it's good to be small... the hardships I suffered when I was a child will be forgotten when I grow up. If it's true... it can be regarded as a bodhisattva's kindness. I accept him as a boy and save so much suffering in this world." The old woman babbled again. She didn't hear what she said casually, but she just suddenly felt a kind of guilt, which was the guilt of a stronger person for a weaker person.This guilt cannot be said to be completely groundless, at least those powerful people in this dynasty did not fulfill their duty of protection to the weak...after they had seized every tenth of their property.

I walked through a few more streets at random, and the beancurd sellers, wonton sellers, and tailors...all left this city that countless people yearned for, leaving only a mess.

When autumn comes on September [-]th, when my flowers bloom, a hundred flowers will be killed.

The incense soars through Chang'an, and the city is full of golden armor.

How does the scenery of Bianjing compare with Chang'an today?Can the scene of the broken Song Dynasty be compared to the magnificence of the previous dynasty?After tomorrow, will it be Huang Chao or Du Fu who pay tribute here and write poems about this once grand scene?

Feel free to look in the direction of the wall closest to you, the people standing on it have been blurred into small dots, but you can imagine how pessimistic and desperate they are now, not the kind that is often said in those legends burn one's boats.

Under the leadership of such an emperor, how could there be such a tragic look?It's just pathetic.

In the palace, the emperor curled up on the dragon chair, trying not to let his teeth make a "creaking" sound, maintaining the last bit of majesty of the Tian family.

"Where is Iron Hand? Where is Tie Aiqing?" He bit his finger, and found that doing so could not relieve his panic at all, so he called out to the most skilled courtier beside him at the top of his voice.

"The minister is here." Even at the age of nearly sixty, Tie Shou's voice is still strong and powerful, but if you listen carefully, you can hear the faint hoarseness in the voice. This is not because of fear, but because of the tossing and turning. Constantly suppressed weeping.

"How is the situation outside the city?"

"The Jinren did not retreat."

"What about our defenders?"

"Still holding on."

"What about the people in the city?"

"All the men have gone to the battlefield, only some old and weak women are left."

"Send it up! Send it up!" The emperor suddenly became excited, "Let them block it, let me block the golden man!"

"Your Majesty..." The eunuch standing next to the emperor suddenly gave Tie Shou a strange look, lowered his head and said in a voice that was soft enough for the people present to hear clearly, "The news just received, the people in the city They were all sent out of the city. It is said that... it was the work of the ruthless headhunter."

"How dare he?!" The emperor jumped off the dragon chair, as if he had regained his former vigor at this moment, "Call him... no no no, bring him in! I want to ask carefully He, is he going to rebel? Did he intend to kill me on purpose!" His chest was heaving and heaving, and he didn't know if he was really angry at the ruthless actions, or because he finally found an outlet for the depression of the past few days And rejoice.

The soldiers who were about to go out to carry out the order were stopped by Tie Shou, his cold gaze made the emperor wake up, he suddenly realized that he could only rely on these few people now, and Tie Youxia was undoubtedly more valuable than a Eunuchs are much taller.Suddenly there was an urge to curry favor with Iron Hands in his heart, but soon he was ashamed of this urge, so he slowly sat down again in a rhythm that could highlight his majesty, "Pass my order, Without my letter, no one is allowed to leave the city, you have blocked all those roads, ruthlessly arrested the heads and got old, how can you follow along?"

Iron Hand felt a wave of anger mixed with helplessness welling up in his heart, but he had already passed the age of frivolity and recklessness, and now he just retreated to his original position without saying a word.

Eldest brother has already sent most of the people out of the city, and now only this person's safety is left.He raised his head slightly and looked at the emperor's livid face. When he thought that the hope of the future Song Dynasty was pinned on this person and those people surnamed Zhao who were exactly like him, he felt that the depression in his heart could not be resolved.

However, as long as he is allowed to escape and the emperor of the Song Dynasty escapes from the palm of the golden man, what an encouragement to the soldiers who are still fighting hard on the front line!Soldiers have morale, as long as they are led by good generals, they will surely be able to earn a living.He suddenly remembered the young general he casually told the senior brother last time. How can it be said that there is no hope for such a young man in Song Dynasty?

Thinking of this, his mood suddenly became high. He took a step forward and was about to explain the escape plan to the emperor, but he heard the man on the dragon chair say in a tired and trembling voice: "Tie Aiqing, we Come down."

drop?

He looked at the person on the dragon chair in disbelief, and repeated the word that terrified him: "Surrender?"

"The only thing to do is surrender." The emperor said, "The Jin people still need me to win people's hearts. They won't make it difficult for me. Besides, we once joined forces to fight against the Liao Dynasty. No matter what, we have some kind of friendship. As long as we..."

"Your Majesty, think twice."

"Tie Shou, you..." The interrupted emperor hadn't thought about the next words of scolding, but he saw the officials in the palace headed by Tie Shou knelt down one after another, saying unevenly The same content: "Your Majesty, you must not surrender, Your Majesty!" "Your Majesty, you must not surrender, Your Majesty!"

"You! You are trying to force me to die!" The emperor patted the handle of the dragon chair vigorously, but the usual "dragon face is furious" seemed to have lost its effect at this moment.Panting and full of anger, he glared at these submissive officials on weekdays. At this moment, they seemed to have awakened the strength of character of a loyal literati.

"Your Majesty, I am Song Guowei..." "Your Majesty, please think about those children who died..." "Your Majesty..." "Your Majesty..."

They chattered about the well-known reasons, and at first the emperor hesitated because of these reasons, but the more he listened to it, the more annoying he became. When he called out "Shut up," he heard a voice like this:

"Has Your Majesty forgotten the former Empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty?"

This sentence hits the place that the emperor cares most about. Li Yu, the empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty, surrendered to his ancestors, but was poisoned because of a song "The old country can't bear to look back at Yuemingzhong".

He raised his head and looked at the figure at the door of the hall.

The courtier with disabled legs and weak body slowly climbed out of the wheelchair with difficulty, and knelt on the ground in an awkward posture. His body was almost shorter than everyone present, but everyone's attention All focused on this person.

"Wuqing, you..." The emperor wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say in this situation.

His ruthless gaze was still the usual melancholy and calm, he raised his head, and said calmly, "I have a plan to let your majesty escape from this place of tigers and wolves. Will your majesty listen to me?"