Nowadays, a Song Dynasty poet has a very famous poem: "The famous capital of Huaizuo is a good place in the west of Zhuxi. When Xie'an Shao was stationed in the first journey, the spring breeze passed for ten miles, and all the shepherd's purses and wheat were green. After Hu Ma peeked into the river, the trees in the pond were abandoned, I'm still tired of talking about soldiers. It's getting dusk, the clear corners are blowing cold, and everyone is in the empty city. Du Langjun's reward, now, it's so heavy that I should be shocked. Despite Cardamom's poetry, the dream of the brothel is good, but it is difficult to describe it deeply. The twenty-four bridges are still there , The waves in my heart are swaying, and the cold moon is silent. I read the red medicine beside the bridge, and I know who I was born for every year."
Lu Wenlong couldn't wait to ask: "Dad, what happened when you arrived in Yangzhou?"
"At that time, we had only 5,000 troops in Dajin, more than 20,000 defenders in Yangzhou, and hundreds of thousands of civilians..."
Lu Wenlong held his breath: "Dajin lost?"
"No, we won! Those more than 20,000 troops collapsed without a fight, and Wangfeng ran away..."
"Hahahaha, they must be afraid of Dad's reputation. Dad, you are amazing..."
Jin Wushu looked at the young man's eyes full of admiration and eagerness, and recalled the famous massacre in Huaiyang. The fires soaring into the sky, the mountains of gold and silver jewelry, the streets littered with corpses, and the ancestors of the Zhao family who were abandoned by the water. The sect’s token of God. Of the five thousand soldiers, none of them would not rape women; none of them would not harvest the plundered treasures; and none of them would not massacre several people. Robbery of women’s treasures has always been the most fundamental motivation to encourage nomads to travel to the Central Plains. A valid war mobilization order.
"Dad, did you capture Zhao Deji in Yangzhou?"
He raised his head from his thoughts and took a look at his magnificent mansion. Many things in it were brought from the Huaiyang battlefield. At that time, hundreds of carts were transported, which was far more than the annual tribute of the Song Dynasty. The gift is much more.
He shook his head: "It's a pity that just when Dad was about to catch him, he was blocked by someone..."
"Ah? Who is it? Who can stop Dad? Is he more powerful than Dad?"
"She fought tooth and nail to protect that foolish king, prolonging the war. Our Dajin army and horses are not good at water combat..."
"Are we going to lose?"
"That was the biggest defeat my dad ever had."
It was the first time that Lu Wenlong heard his father talk about the failures in his life, and he was curious and uneasy.
"Originally, my father had the absolute upper hand at that time, but there was a very important person among the enemies. I didn't want her to die, not at all. She was the one who desperately protected Zhao Deji and this extremely stupid person. , a despicable and cowardly person. He is the most despicable person I have ever seen in the world! My father's war to destroy the Song Dynasty came to a halt. At that time, my father also brought this piano..." He thought of what he said on the ship. The sentence "shoot to kill without mercy" left me speechless for a long time.
Lu Wenlong imagined his father on the big ship, destroying powerful enemies while talking and laughing, but he could not form a clear concept. He could only ask with infinite regret: "Who is protecting Zhao Deji? Why did my father let him go?"
"Her name is Hua Rong!"
Lu Wenlong was stunned for a moment. Of course he knew who "Hua Rong" was. After a while, he cautiously asked: "Since Zhao Deji is a bad guy, why did mother still save him?"
He thought about it and answered every sentence very carefully: "At that time, she didn't know that Zhao Deji was a bad guy. She thought that he would become the hope of the Song Dynasty and the wise king of the Song Dynasty."
Lu Wenlong couldn't believe it: "Did he lie to mother?"
Is it a lie? You can't lie. Even though the politician is as skilled as gold, he didn't know how to answer his son's question at this time. He seemed to be thinking about the overall situation seriously. After a while, he said: "Once a person becomes an emperor, he will change. Therefore, he He became extremely vicious and despicable, and killed an important relative of your mother... "
Lu Wenlong whispered: "I know, the one who killed was 'father'... the other 'father'..."
Jin Wushu was noncommittal. No one had ever told him about this past, but the child was smart and already had his own judgment. His mother was so desperate for revenge, and he had been with her for so long, so he always knew something about it.
"Why did Zhao Deji kill him?"
"Because his contribution was too great. He allowed Zhao Deji to secure the throne of the emperor and established the Song Kingdom's first-class defense troops. Even now, Dajin cannot easily fight a decisive battle with the Song Kingdom."
The young man was very shocked: "Why? Isn't the bigger the credit, the better?"
"Because the people of Song are cowardly and despicable, and cannot tolerate their own heroes."
Lu Wenlong couldn't understand it at all. He drank a cup of tea in one gulp, and then drank three more cups before saying, "Those Song pigs are so disgusting!"
Jin Wushu took a deep look at him. Because of Hua Rong, Lu Wenlong never called him "Song Zhu" like other children, but at this time, he said it inadvertently, as if he thought he was a golden man. And proud.
He said casually: "Not all Song people are timid..."
He curled his lips and said, "I think all the people in Song Dynasty, except my mother, are cowards."
Jin Wushu said slowly: "That's not entirely true. Once when I was fighting against the Song Dynasty, I met a very brave general. He defended an isolated city and could not get any help. Because of his superior's wrong order, his city defense appeared. The loophole was soon breached by me. However, he was unwilling to surrender and committed suicide. There was also his wife, who loved each other very much. In order not to fall into the hands of the enemy, she also committed suicide, leaving only an infant child... "
Lu Wenlong listened blankly. He didn't know why. He just felt a chill running from head to toe, and then slowly from feet to head. After a while, he asked, "Where is that child?"
Jin Wushu shook his head lightly: "I don't know. Maybe he was adopted."
Lu Wenlong's eyes fell on the Jiaowei Qin and he did not ask any further questions. However, Dad kept pressing the strings, as if his whole heart was immersed in the ancient Qin. The lingering sound lingered between his slender fingers: "How long can a young man last? His hair and temples are already gray. Visiting the old is half a ghost, and exclaiming is hot in the intestines..."
Visiting old friends is half a ghost, be it an opponent, a friend, or a brother. He thought of his biggest rival Yue Pengju in a daze, of his political rivals Zong Han and Gu Shen, and of his brother Pulu Hu who died directly and indirectly at his hands. Zong Jun, etc... They are all dead, but he is the only one who is still alive.
Lu Wenlong raised his head and saw that his father's face was very dark. He was slightly surprised when Jin Wushu coughed, opened his mouth, and spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Dad... Dad, what's wrong with you? Someone, come quickly..."
Several maids ran in. As soon as they reached the door, Jin Wushu waved his hand, and they did not dare to come forward again, so they had to retreat one by one.
"Dad, are you injured? Why don't you get treatment?"
He shook his head, pressed his chest slightly, took a deep breath, looked pale, and forced a smile: "It's okay, Dad has been suffering from this for a long time. If you rest a lot, you'll be fine."
Lu Wenlong was worried, but he didn't know how to share the burden with his father. He just kept pouring tea for his father, hoping that the tea would be a panacea. These days, he has been looking for his mother every day, and he does not resent his father in his heart. He is still holding his breath. , I always felt that my father treated my mother too ruthlessly. At this time, these resentments suddenly disappeared.
Jin Wushu took the tea he poured, drank it dry, and placed his fingers on the strings. There was a thud, but there was no melody, only the misty void that diffused.
"Dad, are you hungry?" Lu Wenlong looked at the three sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table, wondering who his father was waiting for. "Dad, would you like to eat something first?"
Jin Wushu shook his head, suddenly raised his ears, his expression was very calm, as if he was listening to something. Sure enough, Lu Wenlong also heard the sound, it was the sound of the door opening - Jin Wushu had ordered not to disturb, but when someone came, he He dared to open the door and come in. Apparently the maids let him go. Who is it? Who could enter the Fourth Prince's Mansion at will
The person who came covered the veil, and then slowly lifted it.
He stood up and was about to see who it was when he suddenly jumped and cheered: "Mom, mom, are you back? Haha, it's mom. Look, Dad, it's mom who's back... It's mom..."
Jin Wushu was not surprised at all. He still sat there, motionless. However, there was a faint smile on his face and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mom, I've been worried about you all day, but I can't find you... Have you gone to kill Qin Hui?" Lu Wenlong spoke in a lower voice as he kept holding his mother's hand, "Mom, are you hungry? Hurry up? When you eat, you see a lot of good things. Dad put three sets of bowls and chopsticks. I don’t even know what they mean. It turns out he is waiting for you. Mom, we are waiting for you to eat... "
The room was extremely quiet, and he was the only one chattering, which made the room even more empty and lonely. Hua Rong couldn't answer his rapid-fire questions, but just held his hand and sat down next to him. At this time, his eyes turned to Jin Wushu. Jin Wushu sat on the same spot as before, facing her gaze, with a faint smile in his eyes: "Hua Rong, you are here after all."
Hua Rong also glanced at her: "Thank you, Fourth Prince."
He said calmly: "There's nothing to thank you for, I didn't help you with anything."
Her eyes rolled slightly, slightly excited: "Qin Hui, where did he escape to?"
"He's back to Lin'an. He's seriously injured. The journey is long and he can't travel quickly. He's probably still on the road."
Hua Rong's face showed a slight disappointment, but he was relieved. He only shook his head slightly. As the saying goes, people's plans are determined by heaven, and time is also destiny.
Jin Wushu's eyes inadvertently looked at her from head to toe. After seeing her for nearly a month, she had not changed much, except that the ashen look on her face had disappeared. Although she was still thin, she was not haggard, and she had a different look. The new vitality, faintly, also dissipated the anger, depression, resentment, and despair that she had squeezed over the past year... She seemed to suddenly become stronger slowly. How long had it been? It was not until many years ago that she had such a powerful look when she was next to Yue Pengju.
He was slightly surprised. Could it be that this suicide, which was not considered a success, actually made her stronger
Originally, she should have been more desperate.
"Mom, are you hungry? You eat first, eat quickly..." Lu Wenlong was not aware of the undercurrent between the adults, and kept picking up food for his mother, piling the rice bowls in front of her like a mountain, "Mom, you Eat quickly, you have to eat more..."
Hua Rong did not refuse, with a gentle smile on her face, looking at him with slight pity. Looking at this child who was full of kindness, filial piety and kindness, she sighed slightly in her heart.
After she finished her meal, she suddenly saw Jin Wushu. He was still sitting there, looking at her, as if he was deep in thought.