The room was dark, as if he were in an empty cemetery. His body felt slightly cold, so he took out the fire sticks he had prepared in his arms and lit them. His dizzy eyes finally adapted to the dark light, and after a hazy trance, he stood at his feet. He stumbled, tripped over something and almost fell. He quickly stood up and found boxes in front of him. He opened them, and they were all filled with books, Su Dongpo's poems, Wang Anshi's poems, Sima Guang's "Zi Zhi" "Tongjian"...box after box, it is dizzying to see. Then, there are some ancient books, calligraphy and paintings, gadgets, some of the emperor's methods, chariots, books, ceremonial guards, ritual utensils, musical instruments, armillary spheres, bronze figures, and inscriptions. , chess equipment, game equipment and other equipment...
These were all collected by the Jin Army from Kaifeng during the Jingkang Disaster. Regardless of whether they were useful or not, they all took them with them. However, after all, they were not as good as the actual gold and silver jewelry, and many of the Jin Army were not interested. Therefore, in order to reduce the burden on the road, So I left all these relatively "worthless" things in Jingyuan Village.
Over the years, things have become dusty and yellowed.
The person who lit the ignition fold looked at this pile of lifeless dead things, and suddenly felt a little flustered and frightened. He came here accidentally. For some reason, he was in panic all night. When he got up to relieve himself, he accidentally Suddenly he saw the key dropped by the drunken guard, and he suddenly became curious. It was not the first time for him to come here, but he had never entered the closed door before and wanted to see what was inside. .
Especially this night, he was inexplicably more curious about everything in this room.
He took another look at these things, and suddenly wanted to leave, and leave immediately. The atmosphere of disrepair was eerie.
After walking a few steps, he tripped again and made a loud bang. He was so panicked that the fire breakers fell to the ground and almost burned the instep of his feet. After a while, he suddenly got up and lit the fire breakers again, blocking the road. It's a piece of armor. It's a piece of armor from the Song Dynasty. It can be seen that it belongs to a general. Although it has been rusted for a long time, it still stands upright. It's just this that makes it unable to hold up. It's like a big tree that has experienced wind and rain suddenly fell to the ground.
He rubbed his eyes and saw two tablets next to him:
Lu Deng, a righteous scholar of the Song Dynasty
Mrs. Lu, the wife of the Song Dynasty
His mind was buzzing, like a thunderbolt exploding. He was panicked and his whole body was boiling. Who is this? Why do I have such a strange feeling
He was so frightened that he couldn't stop trembling, sweating all over his face, and he didn't even dare to look directly at the armor.
Suddenly a story told by my father flashed through my mind. There was a Song general who resisted desperately. He died in battle and his wife was martyred. Even the enemy was moved and adopted his orphan. At that time, my father did not say anything about the Song general. The name of this person is Lu Deng, and his name is Lu Wenlong.
He fell to the ground, his mind was dizzy, he had no judgment, he was just afraid.
He didn't know when there was a rush of footsteps, until a man rushed in like a whirlwind, with a stern voice: "Wen Long, what are you doing here?"
He struggled to stand up, his whole body was so limp that he seemed to have no strength, and said dryly: "I, I can't sleep, I don't know how I got here..."
Jin Wushu gasped heavily, glanced at the memorial tablet of Lu Deng and his wife, and said angrily: "Wenlong, go and have a rest. Don't run around in the middle of the night."
"Dad, please answer my two questions."
He wasn't asking, his tone was harsh and harsh that Jin Wushu had never heard before.
He reluctantly said: "What are you asking? How can a child have so many questions?"
"First, did you save mom? Second, who is this Lu Den?"
There was a "pop" sound, and he was answered with a heavy slap in the face.
Both of them were shocked. Lu Wenlong opened his eyes wide and couldn't believe it. Dad, Dad actually hit him. He had never hit him like this since he was a child. Jin Wushu was also shocked and couldn't believe his hand. . His emotions were out of control several times, and a chill rose from the soles of his feet. It was Lu Den who was glaring at him, just like when he was martyred, his body could not fall down after passing three passes, until he promised in front of him to treat him well. 's son.
There is God's will in the dark. This time when he went to hunt down King Qin, he never expected that Lu Wenlong would follow him secretly. He just followed him, but he broke into this room by accident.
Could it be that the souls of Lu Deng and his wife were guiding him
Lu Deng's corpse, Mrs. Lu's corpse appeared in front of my eyes... The corpses of countless women and children in Huaiyang City... Thousands of corpses from the massacre in the towns around Zhuxian Town...
For so long, he has been indifferent to these terrible days because of peace. War is enough to turn every kind person into a beast. That's why in the days to come, he is so determined to seek peace and surrender without fighting. The peace talks between the Song and Jin Dynasties came about through the use of human troops.
Are these things wrong
However, at this moment, those corpses seemed to be resurrected, staring at him one by one, erratic. Those eyes were life-threatening, and they were thousands of bones. He took a step back, and a gurgling sound came from his throat in shock.
"Dad..."
He woke up from his son's familiar voice. Opposite him, those were Lu Wenlong's eyes, just a pair of children's eyes. Those eyes were blank, and they were as frightened as himself, but there was no hatred, just confusion, fear, and even Surprised, as if in disbelief.
Under the dark fire, half of the child's face was swollen, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding. It was a slap in the face that he slapped in panic, without any thought and no room for mercy. The general's shot was so powerful that Lu Wenlong couldn't dodge it, nor did he. He dodged, so he was seriously injured.
He raised the hand that had just slapped him and took a step back, in disbelief. It was not because of the slap, but because of his own loss of control - that feeling of powerlessness and fear as cold as bone marrow, like the retribution of reincarnation. .
"Dad, what's wrong with you? You look so ugly..."
He forced a laugh and confirmed again that those eyes were kind and tolerant. There was really no hatred, no hatred at all. They were just worried, very worried: "Dad, what's wrong with you?"
"It's okay, I'm okay." There was cold sweat on his forehead, and his voice became tired, as if he had just experienced a huge war and exhausted all his strength. "Son, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
Dad apologized to himself, why
Lu Wenlong murmured, not knowing how to answer. His mind was also in a mess, but he was just a boy after all. The chaotic thoughts quickly receded, and he was unable to think of anything. He even forgot to ask why his father hit him, and all he could think about was A lingering thought: "Did dad save my mother? Really?" He didn't know why he wanted to know this question eagerly, as if he couldn't feel at ease if he didn't answer this question.
Jin Wushu stared at him, and then he discovered that one of his feet was on a book. It was the overturned copy of Sima Guang's "Zizhi Tongjian", which was a reference to the movable type printing technology of the Song Dynasty. A perfect example.
Bi Sheng of the Song Dynasty used fine and sticky clay to make long square cylinders. He carved single characters written backwards on them, one character at a time, and put them in an earthen kiln to harden them with fire to form movable characters. According to the content of the article, the words are arranged in order, placed on iron frames to make printing plates, and then heated and flattened over a fire, and then it is ready for printing. After printing, remove the movable type so that it can be used again next time .
It was such a seemingly simple invention that made the Song Dynasty's civilization so long-lasting that Su Dongpo's pamphlets were sold on street stalls in Dajin and Liao Dynasties.
Lu Wenlong's eyes also fell on the book, and then he raised his foot and picked up the book: "My mother said that Sima Guang is one of the greatest figures in their Song Dynasty. My mother also said that if it were Sima Guang, If Wang Anshi, Su Dongpo, Di Qing, Lao Zhongjinglue Xianggong and others are not dead, the Song Dynasty will not have the shame of Jingkang... "
Every time he said a word, Jin Wushu's expression changed. The child didn't know what kind of yearning he had when he said this. Maybe it was a kind of nature? He suddenly deeply regretted that he shouldn't have been allowed to be with Hua Rong for so long. That period was the most rebellious teenage moment for the child, and it was also the moment that affected him the most. At this time, he was in Hua Rong. Growing up around me and going through many bloody battles, why did I develop such an expression and this behavior of sneaking into the house
Jin Wushu took his hand and said, "It's late at night, go and have a rest."
Although the voice was kind, it had a harshness and impatience that Lu Wenlong had never heard before.
"Dad, are you going to attack the enemy?"
Jin Wushu said vaguely, "Dad will come back to accompany you soon."
"Dad, I want to go with you. I've grown up and it's time to go into battle and make meritorious deeds."
Jin Wushu was in a panic, how could he let him go? If he met Hua Rong, the consequences would be disastrous.
"Dad, I must go with you!"
"You must not go!"
"Dad, I..."
"I have made up my mind, no need to say more!"
After all, he did not dare to disobey and followed Jin Wushu out. Jin Wushu turned around, closed the bronze door with his own hands, and closed a room full of Tang poetry, Song lyrics, and legal rituals.