Next door to the casino, there is another smell of perfume. It is a low-quality perfume that is diffused in the air and mixed with the smell of kumis. It often makes newcomers breathless. However, here it is. The most popular place on the whole street. Whether it's a bloody fight or a thrilling gamble, the next best way for men to relax is of course to go to the girls in the brothel. Under their soft and obedient hands, they moan in all kinds of ways. inside.
In fact, she is the most ideal wife candidate for men. Because of this flesh-and-blood business, her appearance is always good. If she adds kindness and some talents, such as playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, she will be the most ideal gentle land for men. Therefore, Since ancient times, men have liked going to brothels.
It is such a place that you can walk around without attracting anyone's attention.
Hua Rong was very satisfied with this place. It reminded her of the places Zhahe took her to in Yanjing, the gathering places for low-level soldiers. Because of this, it was extremely safe.
The two sat down at a table, which was a dark lump. Although the price was very expensive, the food and wine were naturally very poor. Two large bowls of milk tea with greasy foam and a large plate of thick steamed buns were brought up. On the table, the waiter dozed off again, as if price and service attitude were inversely proportional, it was such a fair thing.
The two of them didn't mind at all, they took the steamed buns and ate and drank, very relaxed.
The setting sun shone in a little, and then quickly moved away. A corner of the room lit up for a moment, and then dimmed immediately. But most people's eyes lit up, because a blind old man came in holding a pipa. Behind him, there was a A woman who is no longer too young. She cannot be said to be very beautiful. She wears low-quality makeup, scarlet lips, and a gaudy red flower on her head. It is this gaudiness that complements this room and makes her stand out. An infinitely charming beauty and style.
The strings were pulled apart, and there was emotion before the melody was formed. The woman made a gesture and said a blessing, a greasy purple-red veil covered her eyes, and she opened her mouth to sing:
Jade Capital once recalled its prosperity in the past. It was the home of thousands of emperors. In the Jade Palace of Qionglin, there was a sound of string instruments in the morning and a row of sheng and piping instruments in the evening.
The people of Huacheng are now desolate, and their spring dreams are lingering around Husha. Wherever they are in the mountains, they can endure to listen to the Qiang flute and blow the plum blossoms.
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This is Song Huizong's "Eye of the Eye". During his long period of imprisonment, he finally gave up the dream of prosperity in the past. After his death, his bones were boiled into lamp oil by the Jin army, which was infinitely miserable.
The woman's voice was lazy, just like the last autumn of the late Tang Dynasty. All the dreams of prosperity and jade railings were gone, but when she woke up, everything came to nothing.
Hua Rong was dumbfounded. He didn't expect that there was such a singing voice here. After a closer look, he discovered that the woman's clear eyebrows under the makeup, her round singing voice, and the vicissitudes and sadness in her expression were obviously caused by the tragic Jingkang disaster that year. Captured here, the down-and-out young Song girl. Perhaps, she may even be a princess or a princess, or a noble lady of a certain family, a rich lady.
In the past, the king and his wife sat in front of the hall, a dark soul in a foreign land.
At the end of the song, the woman held a scarlet plate and begged for a reward. The scattered copper plates fell into the plate, making a clanking sound. Hua Rong also gently put a small piece of broken silver into it. Her eyes were dull, and she did not feel happy. I didn't feel any pain, I was very numb. Then, I walked out with the blind old man and started a new round of singing.
At this moment, Hua Rong did not feel too sad. She had seen a lot during her time in the Kingdom of Jin. After the Jingkang disaster, tens of thousands of palace maids, famous folk beauties, talented women, artists, etc., were all kidnapped and taken on the road. But at that time, the Jin army relied on robbery for a living, and there was no fixed salary, which was simply not enough to support such a large team. Later, in addition to higher-ranking concubines, princesses and others, other beauties numbered 12 out of 10; 50 out of 6 They died of cold and starvation on the road. The few survivors scattered around Yanjing and were either married or worked as prostitutes. Not even one out of ten survived.
China's two beauty catastrophes, one was the Anshi Rebellion in the Tang Dynasty, almost all the beautiful, elegant, cultural and artistic ladies of the Tang Dynasty were wiped out; the other was the Jingkang Rebellion, which almost wiped out all the most beautiful and talented ladies of the Song Dynasty. . Those who can survive well can basically only be Wang Junhua. In a nation, outstanding women can give birth to outstanding offspring. But the essence of the Song Dynasty has been blown away by the rain and wind like the wind. Therefore, later The imperial court became increasingly powerless and always produced groups of despicable and shameless people.
At this moment, I suddenly thought of Jin Wushu and the Tang poetry and Song lyrics he often sang. As the commander-in-chief of the Southern Invasion, Huaiyang massacred five thousand Jin troops and robbed them all. Did he know that under these elegances, the Song Dynasty The price paid in blood
Zhao Deji deserves to die, but the people on that land do not deserve to die!
In the dusk, she drank the milk tea in the large porcelain bowl in one sip, stood up, and it was time to hit the road again. She looked at the man next to her. He was tall and had a smile on his face, like a solid statue. Tower. At this moment, I feel very at ease. Very! Because of him, my family is thousands of miles away, and I can still return home without losing my soul in a foreign land.
Thank you for his search, thank you for his ten thousand miles of pursuit over the years.
With the ringing of caravan bells and the singing of nightingales, the vast land begins to welcome the arrival of night. If you walk one day further, you will be able to leave Daikin's sphere of influence. Your family and country are outside.
Dust is flying and thousands of horses are galloping.
It’s the Jin Army! The Jin army finally came to intercept and kill. Is it Hailing or Jin Wushu
Hua Rong suddenly stopped and suddenly remembered today's lyrics "Spring Dreams Roam the Husha". He was panicked, fearful, and sad, but subconsciously, he moved closer to King Qin.
"Girl, what's wrong with you?"
Suddenly, she looked at King Qin's concerned eyes and suddenly woke up. Illusion! It turned out to be just an illusion. The wind blew through the forest, and the waves rose and fell continuously, like thousands of troops. The wind roared, the cranes roared, and the grass and trees were all soldiers. It turned out that this was what they were talking about. She looked at King Qin, and then at the clear sky above her head. Sky, smiled, relieved.
"Girl, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
She was slightly startled. She had experienced too many lives and deaths and had become so timid and fragile. For some reason, she always felt that staying here was ominous and dangerous, and she wished she could leave this land right away.
King Qin seemed to have read her thoughts and said with a smile: "It's almost time. We have one more day and one night before we go out. Are you tired? How about we take a rest first?"
She shook her head hurriedly: "Don't rest, don't rest, hurry up and get on your way."
King Qin saw her cowardice and immediately ordered everyone to rush on at full speed. Before the Jin army came after them, the sooner everyone left here, the safer they would be.
The northern border of the Song Dynasty has always been like a false border, and bandits are rampant. Even so, as long as you set foot on the land of the Song Dynasty, it is far better than the dangers that may attack here at any time.
Walking out of this forest, there is a border between grassland and desert. Due to the continuous drought, the lush aquatic plants in the past have withered. The soil on the grassland has been turned up, revealing brown and gray, like scabies. Some drought-resistant soil Dogs scurried around and gnawed the grass roots until they were pitted and incomplete.
This is the most critical place. It can be said to be a shield for everyone. This is because it is very suitable for the Jin Army's most powerful Guaizima to fight. If they are attacked here, the consequences will be disastrous. How many escapees from the south have always failed here. .Although the defense of the Jin Army has been relaxed in recent years, with so many things happening recently, it is certain that they have strengthened their defenses. There were once escapees who came here, leaving behind traces of vicissitudes of life:
Beloved people say goodbye once and for all.
The bright moon cannot be seen, the white clouds are white and sad
Zheng Hongbei crossed north, and the river flowed eastward
I don’t know when the conversation started, but now it’s all gone
She thought of this poem and looked at King Qin again, only to find that his temples were slightly stained with frost. Although his hair was not white, it was gray, which was a symbol of gradual aging.
She was old, she was old, and so was he. However, she hadn't looked in the mirror for a long time, and she didn't know if she had gray hair.
Like a rocky mountain.
It has been three consecutive bloody battles.
Yelulong continued to ride on his horse, with blood-red eyes, holding a trident high, and rampaged through the crowd. However, there were too many Jin troops. Although they could not take advantage of their kidnap horses in the mountains, they were surrounded layer by layer and determined to win.
He didn't know how this news leaked. Originally, their source of information was very top-secret. He originally thought that it was just some savages who were hindering him, but the savages did not come, but the more terrifying Jin Army came.
At this time, dozens of donkey carts were surrounded in the middle, as well as makeshift war horses. They all had large sacks tied to their backs, filled with heavy amounts of silver. Those were absolutely real gold and silver, and they were what he was about to escort. Returning to the new territory, there were also dozens of ox-carts, all covered with silk. Silk was not easy to carry, and the quantity was larger, but it was very important for the clothing of tens of thousands of soldiers. For these 100,000 Yelu Dayong had high hopes for the white money, and there was no room for error. (Note: According to the estimation of silver taels in the Northern Song Dynasty, one tael of silver was equivalent to 1,300 yuan in purchasing power; during the Southern Song Dynasty, after being plundered by the Jin army, silver and gold were scarce, mainly due to Copper coins and iron coins are in circulation; therefore, the actual purchasing power of silver may be greater than 1,300 yuan; therefore, 100,000 silver taels is at least about 130 million yuan, which is a huge amount of money.)
However, the dream of obtaining these huge amounts of silver soon fell into a severe test. Facing the surging golden army, it was questionable whether they could survive. All the warriors were fighting to the death, and Yelulong continued to ride on his horse, waiting. With the arrival of reinforcements. Why hasn't the Lord sent reinforcements at this time
He had no choice but to fight tooth and nail to protect himself first.
There was another burst of flying dust, splashing Lao Gao. Reinforcements came, but it was the Jin Army! The cavalry of the Jin Army were flying wantonly. A large black pennant was headed by the majestic Wanyan Hailing.
He was wearing heavy armor, only showing a handsome face, waving the spear in his hand, laughing: "Yelu Longxu, come and die..."