He breathed a sigh of relief, as if the ghost in the room had been closed. It was the source of hatred between races. It would be best if it could be closed! Just, can it
The morning star has risen, and the sky is so lonely. It is the lonely voice of the singing dancer, faint, infinitely sad, and infinitely melancholy, as if years have passed, as if spring is no longer, as if life has reached the point where there is no more nostalgia:
The rain is gurgling outside the curtain, and the spring mood is fading. Luo Jian can't bear the cold at the fifth watch. In the dream, I don't know that I am a guest, and I am greedy for pleasure for a while.
Don't lean on the railing when you are alone. There are boundless rivers and mountains. It is easy to say goodbye and difficult to see others. The flowers fall when the water flows and the spring is gone. Heaven and earth are gone.
This voice came from the lobby of Jingyuan Village. Tonight, a grand banquet was held here, partly to celebrate Hailing and partly to encourage the soldiers who went on the expedition.
After the Jingkang catastrophe, a large number of palace maids and civilian girls died near Yanshan and were scattered among the people. At that time, Zongwang, under the persuasion of Princess Maode, selected some little girls who could not make a living to stay, and they were regarded as domestic slaves. They can be regarded as singing prostitutes who have been raised for fun later. Naturally, these little girls are all carefully selected with cute faces. After raising them for many years, they have just grown to the age of flowers and bones. However, Zongwang has died long ago and cannot enjoy them anymore. As a result, they were taken over by local garrison officials and became their playthings.
Over the years, the Jurchen nobles have also learned the hedonistic style of the Song Dynasty officials. Without singing and dancing to entertain, it would not be a formal banquet. When the local officials stationed in the area heard that the Fourth Prince was coming and it was a celebration banquet, how dare they not prepare carefully
The eight singers he carefully selected sang and danced with the banquet, winning the unanimous favor of these Jurchen generals. They all praised that the beauties of the Southern Dynasty were indeed far better than the rough women of the Northern Kingdom.
In particular, there are two fifteen-year-old girls, who are twin sisters. The beautiful girls have just bloomed. They are good at singing and dancing, and they are graceful and graceful. They caught Jin Wushu's attention almost at first sight. Although other generals They are not blind, they all have their sights on these two people, but who dares to compete with the Fourth Prince
Jin Wushu has been depressed these days. His female relatives are all in Yanjing. A man in his prime and full of energy cannot be alone for a long night. Therefore, this night, he let the two young girls sleep with him. They had already After training, she naturally tried her best to please him. Only men can understand the super graceful situation of twin sisters. The most enjoyable and most erotic life in life is nothing more than this. After ecstasy, Jin Wushu My whole body was relaxed, my worries were gone, and I fell asleep soundly. Unexpectedly, I was awakened by a wild cat that escaped in the middle of the night. I walked out randomly for some reason, and accidentally bumped into Lu Wenlong.
At this time, I heard the singing, and I realized that after I left, the generals and local officials were still drunk and dreaming. And the woman singing the song, for some reason, chose such a song.
It's so inappropriate at this moment.
The singing has become the last note, spreading in the dark night, like a silent rain falling in the late spring.
Lu Wenlong listened carefully, and for the first time he knew that such sadness should belong to adults. At this time, he was like a sentimental young man, like a young scholar from Jiangnan. There were doubts in the corners of his eyebrows and eyes: "Dad, this is Is it also a poem by Su Dongpo?”
No, this is not Su Dongpo. This is a poem by another fallen emperor, Li Yu.
Infinite rivers and mountains, it is easy to say goodbye but hard to say goodbye. The people of the Song Dynasty are like this. They regret from generation to generation and repeat the same mistakes from generation to generation. Li Yu died in the hands of the Zhao family; Song Huizong and his son were killed in the hands of the Jin people. What will happen next time? Reincarnation
Jin Wushu's complexion changed drastically. He heard the harsh words and even left. These generals dared to continue their endless sexual pleasure. Suddenly he realized that the entire military discipline and combat effectiveness of Daijin had been rapidly deteriorating in recent years. The closer to the border The closer the area is to the former Song Army. Because of the remoteness, loneliness, bitter cold, and being too far away from family, they become more unscrupulous...
In the Song Army back then, every time when a battle came, the generals would hug their beautiful concubines and play and drink, drunkenly and dreamily. What is the difference between today's Daijin? From the joint to the body, from top to bottom... it's all like this.
Lu Wenlong asked again, very curious: "Dad, whose song are they singing?"
Jin Wushu didn't answer, but rushed over with long strides, heading straight for the direction where the music came from.
Lu Wenlong immediately followed.
When several guards saw the fourth prince being furious, they panicked and chased him into the hall. Sure enough, a room full of drunk people were sleeping soundly. The carpet was covered in filth and smelled of alcohol. From the local officials to the generals, All of them were staggering around, talking and drooling, all holding geishas in their arms, and the young geishas were also asleep, with their hair disheveled and their clothes disheveled...
There was only an older singer sitting in the middle holding the pipa, playing the last note of the song. She was also tired, and it was obvious that she was no longer young. There were crow's feet between the eyebrows and the corners of the eyes, and the makeup on her face was washed away by the late night. , revealing a yellow complexion, infinitely haggard. She just fiddled with the pipa in her arms casually and perfunctorily, and the lingering sound lingered.
This woman's real name has long been forgotten, and everyone calls her "Alan". She was a prostitute during the Jingkang disaster. Because she was old and beautiful, she was only responsible for teaching the little singing girls. But she devoted herself to the station where she was stationed. She is a local official and is his concubine, so she can attend today's dinner.
Jin Wushu's furious voice rang above the heads of the officials: "If you disobey orders and make trouble in the middle of the night, take them out and kill them!"
Everyone suddenly sobered up, not knowing whether the Fourth Prince wanted to kill them or the singer. With a plop, they all fell to their knees: "Fourth Prince, have mercy on me, Fourth Prince, have mercy on me..."
"Get this bitch out of here!"
With a "dong" sound, Alan's pipa fell to the ground, and the geishas were also frightened, kneeling on the ground and crying bitterly.
"Fourth Prince, please spare your life, the younger ones will never dare to do it again..."
"Forgive me, Fourth Prince..."
Jin Wushu's eyes fell on Alan. These withered women, old and faded, pampered and lax, with very low status, were naturally full of resentment in their hearts. She did it on purpose, deliberately singing the so-called "Infinite Country, It's Easy to Say Goodbye" It’s hard to see the situation”! Because those golden generals couldn't understand what she sang, babbling, babbling, as long as it sounded good.
How dare this bitch dare to tease the golden man like this? How dare she openly mock the golden man for his ignorance? .
He was so angry and resentful that he really wanted to kill all these wine bags and rice bags.
Suddenly I remembered that the army was about to be used, and it was ominous to kill the generals. Looking at these frightened faces, they were the generals who had followed me for many years. Now that the talents of Dajin were withering, if they were really killed, they would indeed be unable to succeed.
"Fourth Prince, please spare your life...please spare your life...You guys will definitely serve your crimes..."
Jin Wushu still couldn't control his rage. He pointed at Alan and vented all his anger on her: "Pull this bitch out and kill her."
Even the local official was stunned, stammering and saying incoherently: "Fourth Prince, Fourth Prince, please spare your life..." Once his eyes came into contact with the Fourth Prince's sharp gaze, he no longer dared to beg for mercy.
Alan's eyes were not so shrinking, but full of resentment, as if a person who had had enough of life and torture would no longer care about life.
"killed!"
The sound of "kill" rang above his head. Lu Wenlong looked at his father's ferocious expression in the faint morning light - so ferocious, as if he was a stranger he had never known, with a hint of viciousness. It seemed as if he was saying "kill him" "It's as simple as saying "eat".
Jin Wushu seemed to be aware of his son's gaze, but he said to everyone: "On the eve of the expedition, disturbing the morale of the army is a huge violation of discipline. This is a matter of military law..." He didn't know why he had to explain, and he was still panicking. He was in a panic, very embarrassed.
Lu Wenlong lowered his head, but the other generals breathed a sigh of relief. It was not a pity for a singer to die, as long as he and others were safe. Moreover, they were secretly unconvinced. Isn't everyone like this in the past few years? In a war, which one is not a life and death battle? Isn't the day when the blade of a knife licks blood just for the enjoyment of women's treasures? I am happy when I am happy, what is so strange about it
Two soldiers carried the limp Alan out and walked out. Alan walked to the door, suddenly struggled to turn around, looked at Jin Wushu fiercely, and cursed: "The fourth prince who killed a thousand swords, damn golden dogs, the selfless Song Dynasty Shameless people, you will all die a good death. In the next life, even if the slave family turns into a evil spirit, they will come to you for revenge... "
Jin Wushu was startled, and suddenly remembered the snowy day when Princess Tianwei was beheaded in the Meridian Market. Tianwei also cursed like this, full of resentment.
He was about to shout "Stop", but before he could open his mouth, two soldiers raised their knives and dropped their swords. The smell of blood flashed in the air, and A-hua's body fell to the ground, and there was silence.
Everyone left in a hurry, leaving only the father and son standing in the empty Jingyuan Village.
Lu Wenlong looked at his father and found that his eyes were very flustered and a little dim. His eyes were also very deceptive, thinking of that "Lu Deng" - no, he was Wanyan Lu Wenlong. There was also the word "Wanyan" in front of him. Once, when he questioned why his name was so long, his father asked, "Isn't Puruhu long?" Wanyan Puluhu! That was once the number one powerful figure in Daikin.
That Lu Deng was just a Song Dynasty person. He also had the word "Wanyan" before his name. This was also the reason why he gave up on his mother at that time - it wasn't that he gave up, but that he didn't dare to go to strange places or to people from the Song Dynasty. place.
However, there was a vague suspicion in my heart: Who is Lu Deng? I didn't dare to say this out loud anymore, and it kept stirring in my mind, like a pot of paste that was about to burn out.
Jin Wushu had completely calmed down, and his eyes became very stern: "Wenlong, going on an expedition is no child's play, you go back immediately!"
Lu Wenlong suddenly spoke in a very strange tone: "Dad, I'm here. Actually, I have something important to report to you. It's just that you were having a banquet in the evening and had no time. I didn't come to see you, so I almost forgot... "
"What's up?"
"The twenty-eighth lady gave birth to a son..."