This is true. He Ci has always been fond of luxury and extravagant spending. The little money allocated by the palace cannot sustain the expenditure, and he has secretly used the national treasury many times. However, due to successive years of war, the Daijin treasury is already very tight and cannot openly move it on a large scale. .Furthermore, according to convention, even if the Wolf Lord uses the treasury, he must discuss it with the ministers. Even if He Ci has much greater power, he does not dare to be too blatant. Before He Ci, the Taizong Wolf Lord was once accused of using the treasury secretly. Jin Wushu rewarded his beloved concubine with two ounces of silver and silk, which angered the ministers. Although the amount was only mediocre, he was pinned on the kang and spanked by the powerful ministers at the time, Zong Han, Gu Shen, etc. At that time, Jin Wushu also participated in the spanking. One of the people, He Ci, was taught this allusion. Although under the planning of his stepfather and Yu Wenxuzhong during his lifetime, his imperial power has been greatly increased. But as long as the fourth prince who participated in spanking the Wolf Lord is still there, he He could never cover the sky with one hand. Therefore, he had been worrying about how to repair the high-standard buildings in Yanjing that lacked silver.
The silver from the Song Dynasty was meant to be a life-saver, but when it arrived, he had already decided to use it as a pretext for repairing the palace as soon as it arrived. The imperial city can't be miserable anymore, right
Hailing was his brother, and he understood the emperor's thoughts most clearly. He just brought back 100,000 silver and some silks, and without even going through any public procedures, he directly curry favor with He Ci and let him make all the arrangements. .
Now, He Ci is still waiting for the remaining 150,000 silver.
See where the fourth prince is going to hand him over
Brothers Hailing and Xia Zha looked back at the messy battlefield littered with corpses. Hailing waved his hand: "Let's go back to Yanjing to have some fun..."
Xia Zha said flatteringly: "Brother, I grabbed a few more fresh goods. They are women from Han'er in Yanjing City. They are thirteen or fourteen years old. They are all upright. I will give them to you."
"Okay, let's go back and taste it at home."
On the battlefield.
Wu Qimai and others were even more uneasy because of Hailing's coming and going. He whispered: "I really don't know what kind of slander this guy is going to make in front of the Wolf Lord."
Jin Wushu's enthusiasm waned, and he waved his hand: "Retreat the troops."
The subordinates ordered the troops to retreat, and after walking a long way, they saw the fourth prince still standing alone. They found it strange that he was alone among the dead bodies, empty, as if he was a ghost in the world.
It was eerie. The subordinates were vaguely afraid.
"Fourth Prince, Fourth Prince, it's time to hit the road..."
He waved the Fangtian painted halberd in his hand, unconsciously stopping his loyal deployment from continuing to shout. Be quiet, he just wanted to be alone for a while.
that is it.
Looking up at the sky in the east, there is already a trace of fish belly white. It is about to dawn.
Looking around, there were torches scattered all over the place, scattered as far as the eye could see. They were all corpses, with broken legs and limbs, separated bodies, dripping with blood... It was too horrible to see.
He could no longer smell the slightest smell of blood.
My nose has become numb.
I asked a thousand times in my mind: "Why is this? Why? Why do humans kill each other like this?"
Moreover, the person he killed was the woman he loved, his "son".
At that moment, all human beings' most precious emotions were consumed and slaughtered.
He thought, is this the ending he wants? Is this the end
The wind blew coldly, and the morning dew had already fallen. His hair was wet, and the tights under the half-exposed armor were also wet. But his waist was dry—it was dried blood condensed into lumps. The power of an arrow.
He has been holding knives and guns since he could walk, and he has been on the battlefield for decades. He has suffered many injuries, big and small. But never has he been so painful. Because this injury was not given by the enemy, but by her! It's her, it's Hua Rong! At this moment, he suddenly woke up again and remembered that she was not an enemy, not really.
If Hua Rong has become his enemy, then who else in this world is not his enemy? Who else? He was trembling and frightened. The cruelty of war came to him, and he realized that it was really going crazy.
Everyone is going crazy, and I am also going crazy.
The pain was so deep that it penetrated the bone marrow and was unbearable. It was forever imprinted on the soul.
That was Hua Rong who was always on target. At that moment, she used all her strength to kill him, kill him!
Because she didn't expect that she would actually kill her.
I didn't expect it either.
He licked the corner of his mouth, which was so salty. The blood was gone, so he had no choice but to shed tears. He actually shed tears on the battlefield. The fourth prince, who was used to seeing death struggles, shed tears on the battlefield. I don't know if it was for her or "him". Or for yourself.
Morning finally came.
Under the sporadic flames, the area was desolate and dilapidated. There were some birds hovering in the sky, coming here smelling the smell of dead bodies. This was their delicious meal. Just because of a big living man and a black horse, they did not dare to swoop down for a long time. Come down.
At this time, he suddenly remembered the songs of those frontier poets. The great Tang Dynasty and the great civilization.
Drinking horses crossing the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife.
The sun has not gone down on Pingsha, and we can see Lintao dimly.
During the Great Wall War in the past, Xianyan was in high spirits.
The yellow dust is enough for the present and the past, and the white bones are a mess of wormwood.
…
In May, there is snow in the mountains, no flowers, only cold.
I hear broken willows in the flute, but I have never seen the spring scenery.
Fight with the golden drum at dawn, sleep with a jade saddle at night.
I am willing to use my sword from my waist to kill Loulan.
…
Qinghai is covered with long clouds and dark snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks out to Yumen Pass in the distance.
Yellow sand can wear golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken.
…
These belong to Wang Changling, Li Bai, and their greatest poets. That is the tradition of the Han people - Loulan will never be returned until it is destroyed. Loulan in the past is now Jurchen.
However, winning or losing suddenly became irrelevant.
Whether it is the Jurchen king's dominance, or the Song people's family and country, what is the meaning of all this
He suddenly became demented and looked at the armor on his body with infinite disgust.
It is this armor that is the source of all evil.
Wu Qimai and others rushed back and looked at him in surprise. With a "dang" sound, the fourth prince's Fangtian painted halberd fell to the ground without even realizing it.
The fourth prince, a hero for a lifetime, didn’t even know he had lost his weapon.
Everyone was shocked.
I saw the fourth prince slowly taking off his armor. His movements were very slow, like a twilight old man. The morning sun had just risen, but he had become the setting sun. He took off his armor and looked carefully at the early morning. Staring at the soft light reflected by the morning sun for a long time is like looking at a first love lover.
After a long time, his hand loosened and the armor fell to the ground, together with Fang Tian's painted halberd, like a pile of scrap metal.
"Fourth Prince..."
He turned a blind eye, urged his horse, turned around and left.
At this time, he was no longer a war general. He was wearing a torn tight-fitting suit that had experienced war and had been damaged. He was like a wanderer who had been wandering for a long time and finally found his direction. Or maybe he never knew the direction. Now, he is Entering the world of chaos again.
early morning.
Wanli Zhaohui looked at the group of escapees with tenderness and pity, following their hurried steps step by step.
This is the border of the Song Dynasty. Due to the long-term drought, human traces have long since disappeared. The trees are also dead and their roots have been eaten by people. It is impossible to even think about staying in a hotel. This land with thousands of bones and bones is like a desert. The prosperity of the past has long since disappeared without a trace. The only traces of people are the bandits who took over the mountains and became kings.
In fact, not only here, but also the entire border between the two rivers and the entire Song Dynasty were in decline. A large area of land quickly turned into a desert and a world of bandits. The former dream of Tokyo was blown away by the rain and wind. Trampled by the enemy's iron hooves, only desolation and dust were left. Only Zhao Deji, his minister Qin Hui and others lived in peace in the southeast, living a drunken life and dreaming of singing and dancing in the West Lake. The Song Dynasty was no longer what Emperor Tianzuo dreamed of. I want to be reborn in the paradise in my next life. There is no paradise in this world.
There was a barren mountain in front of them, and the purpose of their trip was to get there before dark and camp there. Although they no longer worried about the pursuit of the Jin army, the days still did not get better at all, and everyone felt a sense of difficulty. The words were heavy. Even if they brought out the money, even if they survived to the land of Song Dynasty, the shocking blurs of flesh and blood they witnessed with their own eyes made even the soldiers tremble. There were even corpses of most of their companions left behind. In that blazing fire.
There was even the white-haired woman next to them.
On the first day, these soldiers always looked at her secretly involuntarily, with surprise and fear, as if they were seeing a witch. In fact, most of them knew her and had seen her before. At that time, she Not like this, she was dressed in the attire of the savage leader of the Orochi tribe, riding on horseback, carrying a bow and arrow, looking high-spirited and heroic.
At that time, they all knew that she was still a very good-looking woman.
During the war in the Song Dynasty, it was not unusual for the families of the soldiers to be full of women with big hands and feet. What was strange was that this woman was so beautiful and powerful.
But it was just a battle, and she completely changed. Her hair was disheveled, her face was dirty, her face was covered with dust, her face was stained with blood, her steps were staggering, her expression was dull. Even her bow and arrows were missing. I don’t know when they were damaged. She only He followed King Qin's stretcher unarmed, with no expression on his face and no tears or sorrow.
Everything was indifferent. There was no shouting match as they imagined.
They thought, this woman is really strong, so strong!
There is even a weird Lu Wenlong.
Along the way, neither mother nor son spoke.
His face always maintained an indifference that was beyond what a young man should have—it was actually fear. Because he was confused, he could only take one step at a time, not knowing where he would stop.
Life, where should we go before it ends
he does not know.
His mind was empty and he knew nothing. He only ate dry food when he was hungry and drank water when he was thirsty. When there was no water to drink, he chewed tree roots like a soldier.
But Liu Wu always paid attention to leaving as much water as possible for him, Hua Rong, and King Qin - but King Qin never drank it. He was still not discouraged and guarded him loyally. , alert to all disturbances.