May the dust on the road be seasoned with lotus pollen
May the breeze blow gently, may she have good luck all the way
Hua Rong didn't stop at all. She straightened her waist and walked calmly. Only her soft back under the headscarf could be seen.
Her back.
It's just a silhouette.
Only then did Lu Wenlong cry "Wow", his long-suppressed sobs went to the water that burst the embankment and kept rushing: "Mom, mom, mom, don't go, don't go..."
Jin Wushu did not comfort him or persuade him. He still closed his eyes and was very tired. At this time, he just wanted to have a good sleep.
Outside the door, Wu Qimai greeted the woman who passed by him. He was not surprised and only gave a slight salute. The woman looked at him lightly, did not return the salute, and strode away.
He was almost running, and pushed the door in without waiting for the maid to report. In the morning glow, the fourth prince had his eyes closed, leaning back on the chair, with the veins on the back of his hands exposed, the wrinkles on his forehead deeply sunken, and the corners of his mouth still showing traces of A touch of scarlet.
He exclaimed: "Fourth Prince, Fourth Prince..."
Jin Wushu slowly opened his eyes, wiped the corners of his mouth casually, and sat up straight: "Wu Qimai, what's the emergency?"
Wu Qimai immediately said: "Lord Wolf is hosting a banquet today and invites the young master of the Song Dynasty, Song Qinzong."
Jin Wushu was surprised. Why did the Wolf Lord invite Song Qinzong? During this critical period of negotiations, Qin Hui had already given up halfway. What did he want to do by taking over Song Qinzong
"Fourth Prince, the Wolf Lord didn't discuss it with you this time..."
Jin Wushu understood this meaning. The theft of tribute silver and the mysterious kidnapping horse incident all made the Wolf Lord feel grudge. Especially with Hailing's fanning the flames, the lurking political opponents were ready to take action. What will happen to this Hongmen Banquet? Is it aimed at Song Qinzong or himself
"Fourth Prince, they are holding a banquet at this moment. What do they mean?"
He originally wanted to use Song Qinzong as a shield, which was a sharp weapon. But, was it Hailing's intention or the Wolf Lord's? His vest felt chilly, and he felt that he had underestimated the boy with a yellow mouth before. He thought he had a good skin.
"Fourth Prince, what do you think we should do? The Wolf Lord invites you to attend the banquet..." Wu Qimai took out a bright yellow imperial edict, a silk scroll, and beautiful small script, all in Chinese, and it was completely the "imperial edict" of the Han people. He Ci, he has also been completely Chineseized.
"there is always a solution to a problem."
He stood up immediately, his eyes regained their vitality, and he was the fourth prince of the past again: "Let's go right away."
Lu Wenlong looked at him anxiously: "Dad..."
"Son, it's okay. Just wait for me at home. I'll be back soon."
Racecourse in the western suburbs of Yanjing.
This was also the venue for the Shooting Willow Festival in the past. It has already been crowded with people. The dignitaries of the Jin Kingdom gathered here. In the middle of the high platform, there is a bright yellow umbrella cover. Below, sit the Wolf Lord and his entourage and his beloved concubines. On the left and right sides are civil and military officials. The first position on the left hand side of the minister's position is empty, obviously waiting for someone important.
On the wide school field, two teams of golden soldiers, wearing black mats on their upper bodies, red trousers on their lower bodies, and small boots, looked majestic. Each of them held a polo pole in their hands. Polo is one of their hobbies. First, it is actually a variation of the copycat version of Cuju introduced from the Northern Song Dynasty. There are many high-ranking nobles involved in it.
In the lower corner, there is a special team, all members of the Song royal family, Song Qinzong and his brothers and sons. They were forced to put on strange horse racing costumes. Here, a polo event is about to be held.
Song Qinzong looked at the tight-fitting, narrow-sleeved Hu suit he was wearing, with half of his arms exposed. The hair and skin of his body was protected by his parents, and in the Song Dynasty, it was not allowed to be exposed. However, at this time, he was already numb, and everything was gone. It didn't matter. However, the numbness of shame did not mean the disappearance of fear. In front of him was a rough horse, with its mane fluttering, and its huge eyes staring at him fiercely. Song Qinzong's eyes were confused, and he felt that this horse was really a There were demons and ghosts, as if there were sharp weapons to seduce people. He didn't even dare to look at a horse.
Amidst the sound of drum music, the Jin army had already entered the arena. They first galloped around the arena on horseback and waved willow branches to salute everyone. Song Qinzong was stunned when he saw this formation, and his legs kept shaking.
A Jin Jun interpreter came over and said impatiently: "Young Master of the Song family, are you ready? Don't keep everyone waiting..."
His son couldn't help but ran up and said angrily: "My father is not good at riding a horse. He can't go to competitions and he can't play polo..."
The interpreter glanced at him sideways: "This is the Wolf Lord's order. If you don't want to go, you have to go."
Song Qinzong was trembling and tried to find an excuse to refuse. Hailing had already rushed over on horseback and swept the ground with his whip majestically, sweeping up a large piece of grass and fur. The flying dust fell into Song Qinzong's eyes, and he burst into tears. , the body tilted a bit.
"Quick, hurry up, the polo has started, and I'm waiting for you alone."
Hailing's grinning face grew larger. Song Qinzong had no choice but to get on the horse. His son supported him hard from behind. With great difficulty, he was able to sit firmly on the horse tremblingly.
"Dad, hold on to the reins..."
Before he finished speaking, Hailing whipped the horse on the buttocks. The horse was frightened and rushed forward like crazy. There was a crowd of ball players in front of it. As soon as the horse rushed wildly, the game was disrupted. In the panic, no one was watching the flying horse. polo.
Song Qinzong's son shouted wildly: "No, daddy, be careful... daddy, be careful..."
It's a pity that Song Qinzong could no longer hear it. His eyes were blurred, and the polo hit him heavily on the chest. As soon as he loosened his hand holding the horse's rein, his trembling and withered body fell off the horse...
"Dad..."
"The official family..."
"Brother..."
The chaotic cavalry galloped and trampled on each other. Song Qinzong no longer felt afraid. He lay quietly on the ground and let the horses' hooves trample on his chest, heavily, heavily, one, two, taking turns...
A mouthful of blood spurted out, his eyes opened wide, and even the pain was numb, except for the feeling of tightness in his chest...
Before he died, he suddenly heard the shouts of many people, from his sons, brothers, officials... He actually laughed, and the prosperity passed by before his eyes, the bustle of the Qingming River Scene, the singing and dancing birds in Kaifeng City, the sparkling porcelain of Jun Kiln, The dazzling beauty of Shu brocade, the splendid chapters of Tang poetry and Song lyrics... Ah, the Song Dynasty, there are so many beautiful things.
But in whose hands was she destroyed? Cai Jing, Tong Guan, Gao Qiu and other six traitors? The frivolous and mediocre father Emperor Song Huizong? Or still favor Zhao Deji, the brother of Qin Hui, who is a traitor
The Song Dynasty finally died, just like a dream.
He was born at the wrong time and was powerless. Even the night of the night could not stop her rapid decline.
There was a faint song in his ears, which was what his frivolous father sang every day when he was imprisoned in Five Kingdoms City:
The west wind shook the door all night long, and the lonely house in the depression was dimly lit.
Looking back three thousand miles from Jiashan, I can see no geese flying to the south.
Countless people were laughing, countless people were exclaiming, countless people were crying, countless people were indifferent... In the crowded crowd, a man wearing a big bamboo hat turned around and left quietly without disturbing anyone.
However, tears suddenly fell from her eyes.
In any case, he was also one of the harmed ones. Even Yue Pengju, even Lu Deng and his wife, even Lu Wenlong, even Yu Wenxuzhong, even Wanwan, Tianwei, Empress Zhu who committed suicide... they and they were all harmed by this incident. Insult is the biggest victim of damage.
Just like a memory of a chapter in mourning for the prosperous times, it witnessed every decline of the Song Dynasty. Like the recorders of that era, they faithfully described the great tragedy or great joy, and their own destiny was blended into it and became insignificant.
In the distance, there was the eunuch's voice, high-pitched: "The fourth prince has arrived..."
The word "arrive" drags on for a long time, like the resentment from the Tianbao years, thousands of miles away, possessing the land of Dajin, like an endless vicious circle - they have embarked on the old path of the Song Dynasty! They will surely perish like the Song Dynasty!
Perish! No one can escape the fate of being destroyed!
She laughed and quickened her pace.
But my face was filled with tears, and my heart was like a knife.
The place was in chaos. The old and young of the Song Dynasty gathered around the body of Song Qinzong, shouting and wailing. Even Hailing, the instigator, was a little uneasy and looked at the Wolf Lord from time to time. He Ci Fengya had never witnessed such a huge event with his own eyes The violent and bloody scene? His eyes did not dare to fall on Song Qinzong's tattered corpse that was trampled by horses and was beyond sight. He stood up in a hurry and hurriedly wanted to return to the palace.
However, who dares to take over this mess? Even if Song Qinzong was just a prisoner, he was once the monarch of a country after all, and he was also involved in this negotiation.
In this chaos, the eunuch's voice became clearer and sharper: "The fourth prince has arrived..."
However, in the midst of such noise, he raised his head slightly. Among the tens of millions of people, a figure wearing a bamboo hat left inadvertently. She walked neither fast nor slowly, and did not attract people's attention at all. In the chaos, Everyone looked in the middle direction... But he saw it and recognized it, it was her, it was her!
From Empress Dowager Wei in the laundry room of Beijing to Empress Zhu who committed suicide; from Princess Tianwei's escape to Song Qinzong's death... It was the end of an era. And she participated in it from beginning to end and witnessed it with her own eyes.
Among thousands of people, his gaze was not disordered at all, but he knew exactly what he was seeing.
Her steps stopped, and there was only a silhouette of her back. It was a big bamboo hat that many people would decorate at horse racing events to protect themselves from the sun. He thought, had she also heard the sound of "The Fourth Prince has arrived?"
But why didn't she look back? Even just a glance
Her footsteps only paused briefly. Then, in the bustling crowd, she headed in the opposite direction... She was submerged in countless bamboo hats and crowds, just like a clock running in the opposite direction.
He felt lost.
Black horses, Fang Tian painted halberds, and the fully armed fourth prince galloped over. The sound of horse hooves suppressed all the noise, everyone became quiet, and even the crying of the Song prisoners stopped.
Everyone's eyes fell on the Fourth Prince, and He Ci breathed a sigh of relief, as if a great savior had arrived. He had never been good at dealing with these difficult problems, so he hurriedly walked over from the dragon chair, beaming with joy: "Fourth Uncle, can you come? Okay, in your opinion, what should we do now?”