On the twenty-eighth day of the first month of Jingkang, in the middle of the night, Bianliang City was immersed in darkness. Most of the people had fallen asleep, and the streets were deserted, like a dead city, and the silence was terrifying.

In the view of the five mountains, the lights were bright at this time, and Wang Song was discussing the matter of defending the city with his subordinates.

Time has changed, and the Jurchens have changed their strategy of wanting to swallow the Northern Song Dynasty in one bite, but instead want to gain greater political gains through the battlefield achievements. The Song people had the same psychology, and only by resisting militarily could they gain political bargaining chips against the Jurchens.

In recent days, the wind and snow have not stopped, and the Jurchens have blockaded Bianjing, and the grain from outside the city cannot be transported in, and the people of Bianjing have nothing to eat.

And the only place where you can ensure a full meal is the barracks. In order to ensure that the soldiers defending the city had combat effectiveness, the granaries of the government were only provided to the soldiers and government personnel, and were not sold to the outside world and provided disaster relief to the people. This also forced the young men in Bianliang City to join the army one after another, at least so that they would not starve to death!

"Brothers, big guy, hold on a little longer!"

Wang Song stood up, his face solemn.

"The Jurchens have no choice but to find a way to see if there is a loophole to exploit. As long as we persist and the Qinwang Wang divisions from all over the country arrive, the Jurchens will have to withdraw their troops, so as not to cut off the back road. ”

Zhang Xian, Li Yanxian and others all smiled bitterly, no matter what time Wang Song was, this optimistic attitude always remained the same.

"Big official, there is another aunt who asks to see you!"

The soldier came in to report.

Aunt Dao?

Wang Song was taken aback, how could there be a Dao aunt asking to see him at this time, could it be that Daoguan was short of food?

Wang Song nodded and said, "Invite someone up!"

Dao Gu walked in, although it was a wide Dao robe, Wang Song couldn't help but feel a move in his heart. This aunt walks with a very beautiful demeanor, a fairly good figure, tall and straight, and it is not unusual to look at such an identity.

The person approached, and by the light, Wang Song could see clearly, this Dao Gu was extremely beautiful, around 30 years old, with a small black mole between her eyebrows, thin eyebrows and thin eyes, delicate facial features, fair skin, and a wide Taoist robe could not hide her slender figure. Gentle and delicate, amorous, soft and charming, but with an impassioned look.

Purity and sexiness, beauty and wisdom coexist, a smile can really turn all beings upside down, and it can really be called a country and a city.

It is difficult to give up on the natural beauty, and the creation is unique, and the country and the people are harmed, and the straight people sigh in a thousand ways. A woman, at the age of 30, is still so captivating and beautiful, who is sacred?

Dao Gu also raised her head and looked at the few military men in front of her.

The person in the center has a Chinese face, thick eyebrows, firm eyes, tall and mighty, and a very strong figure, which is completely different from those sour and rotten literati who are weak and can't help biting the wind and chewing words.

This is the impassioned Yan Zhao tragedy who can fight with the wolf-like Jurchen people on the battlefield!

Although this person is young, his eyes are like a deep pool, he can see the bottom of people's hearts, he just glanced at it, and Dao Gu felt a pity and desolation in it that saw through all the states of the world.

No need to ask, this person must be the king of the loyal army!

The few men beside him looked like impassioned men fighting on the battlefield, and the bloodstains on the armor and the murderous aura on their bodies had already explained everything.

"Down there is Wang Song."

Wang Song stood up, clasped his hands into fists and said, "I don't know what is the important matter for this layman to come late at night?"

Dao Gu glanced at Zhang Xian and the others next to her, her face was embarrassed, Wang Song nodded, Zhang Xian and the others said goodbye and walked out, the guards in the house also retreated, and the door was gently closed from the outside.

"In Lower Tokyo Li Shishi, I have seen the general, I came to visit late at night, there is a lot of disturbance, I hope the general will forgive me!"

Dao Gu's voice was soft, indescribably soft.

Wang let go of his hand and trembled, the teacup almost fell, and he quickly grasped it steadily, and his eyes widened.

Li Shishi, a famous prostitute in Bianjing, a literati and a scholar, a prince and a grandson, competed for the object. And the knife is like water, Wu Yan wins the snow, the slender hand breaks the new orange, and the story of Song Huizong and Zhou Bangyan is even more popular, and the entanglement with Yan Qing and Song Jiang in "Water Margin" is even more talked about by the world.

The eyebrows of the distant mountains are long, and the waist of the thin willows is curled. Makeup stands up for the spring breeze, and a smile is less.

When I returned to Fengcheng, I said that I was with Qinglou Road. Looking at Yingchuan flowers all over the world, it is not as good as a teacher;

The sandalwood board has no color, and the emperor is moved at the time; The impassioned General Fei who went bankrupt and donated to the righteous army......

For a while, all kinds of thoughts were spinning in Wang Song's mind, so much so that he forgot to stand up and come forward to say hello.

When Master Li saw Mrs. Wang Song, he stared at him, his face turned red, but he was a little happy in his heart.

Just ask the women in the world, who is not proud of others admiring their appearance?

Li Shishi said "general", and Wang Song woke up from his confusion.

"Sure enough, it's a generation of beauties, bright and beautiful."

Wang Songsu bowed and said: "Everyone Li, I have a lot of thoughts, so that I lost my temper in front of me, which made everyone Li laugh!"

Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, proficient in everything, poetry and songs, Master Li, who came at hand, is famous in Jinghua, and naturally can be called everyone in literature and art!

Wang Song poured a cup of tea with his own hands, invited Master Li to sit down and said, "The hospitality is not good, everyone Li, please use tea!"

"Thank you, General."

Master Li was in a trance, and the warm atmosphere in the room made her a little delusional, as if she had returned to the juvenile era of "Wuling was young and contented, and the blood-colored Luo skirt turned over the wine". It's a pity that she clearly knows that she is already a half-old, half-hidden and half-dusty remnant willow.

Master Li thanked Wang Song, took a sip of hot tea, dispelled the cold on his body, and his heart was much quieter. She originally thought that this general Wang of the loyal and righteous army, who was praised by the people of Bianliang City, was at least a man in his thirties and forties, but she didn't expect to be so young.

Talented, but subtle; With a straight figure, he is obviously a person who has practiced martial arts for many years; The iron spear behind him is at least twenty or thirty catties, and only such a warrior can dance such an iron spear and compete with the golden man.

Wang Song saw her looking herself up and down, and said with a smile: "Everyone Li, I don't know if you came late at night, can you have something important?"

The woman in front of her is captivating the country and the city, but the romance between her eyebrows is not all in the world. Wang Song shook his head secretly, Song Huizong, this old boy, is very blessed, and he can spend the Spring Festival with such a woman, it is really a peony flower to die, and death is worth it.

"General, the reason why the slave family came to the general's camp, if the master is to see the general, the general has saved hundreds of thousands of people in Bianliang City, and the slave family comes, if the master is to show the gratitude of the slave family!"

Master Li said softly.

Wang Song nodded and said, "Everyone Li has something to say. Coming to the lower rate is just a duty. As a citizen of the Great Song Dynasty, he should drive out the northern captives and serve the country loyally. Li: When everyone comes here late at night, they must have something to say, so why not speak out. ”

Master Li nodded and said, "The general is quick to talk, and the slave family is naturally telling the truth." The slave family wants to ask General Wang, can this Bianliang City really be defended?"

"How can you not hold it?"

Wang Song's face was stunned, and he said bluntly: "Everyone Li has something to say!"

"General Wang, there is a little name in Bianliang City, and Fanzi also knows about it. In case the golden thief breaks the city, please ask the general to help him so that he will not fall into the hands of the fans!"

Master Li gave a salute and said softly.

Wang Song nodded and said, "Don't worry, Li everyone, as long as you are here, you will never tolerate Beiyu insulting a sister in Bianliang City." Naturally, we will protect everyone in the future, so you can rest assured!"

Historically, after the Jin army broke through Bianliang City, the Jurchens coveted the beauty of Master Li, and tried every possible means to find it, and did not hesitate to offer a heavy reward, but in the end they still missed it.

After the Song Dynasty crossed to the south, Master Li lived in the Huguang area. After going through the chaos and being tortured, Master Li was already depressed at this time, and his face was haggard. The Northern Song Dynasty poet Liu Zihui recorded the second half of Li Shishi's life in poetry:

Prosperous things can be hurt, and the teacher is old and meets Huxiang;

The sandalwood board has no color, and the emperor was moved by the song.

"Then the slave family will thank the general!"

Master Li's heart calmed down. In case the city is broken, the Jurchens ask for themselves, and with the protection of Wang Song's army, they will always be much safer.

Moreover, intuitively, Master Li also felt that the man in front of him could hold Bianliang City.

"I have heard for a long time that Li is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs. I want to fill in a few words below, and ask everyone Li to sing them in Bianliang City to boost the morale of my master!"

Wang Song remembered the practice of female stars of the United States and the Stick Country to go to their respective armies to boost morale in the later generations, and immediately mentioned it.

Master Li's face turned red, at her age, especially at this stage, she naturally wanted to disappear and no one cared about her. But she made a fool of herself and agreed.

Wang Song spread out his pen and ink, and soon a poem full of Jianghong was written.

Master Li took it and looked at it, her hands trembled, and the paper almost fell to the ground, so she quickly looked at it.

“…… Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad!

Jing Kang is ashamed, and it is still snowing. When the courtiers hate, when will they be destroyed! Drive a long car and step through the lack of Helan Mountain. Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Hun blood......"

Master Li read softly, and his voice gradually rose, and he was already impassioned in the back.

After reading it, Master Li said: "General Wang is noble and loyal, and he admires him to the end!"

Wang Song waved his hand and said while writing: "There is another song below, but I don't know how to compose the music, and I ask everyone Li to correct it!"

After writing it, Master Li looked at it, but it turned out to be a military song:

The clouds are from the dragon, the wind is from the tiger, fame and fortune are from the dust and the earth.

Looking at Shenzhou, the people are bitter, and thousands of miles of fertile land are barren.

Look at the world, as much as you want, and make up for the defects of heaven.

Good boy, don't be a parent, just for the common people, not the Lord.

Holding a steel knife of ninety-nine, kill all Hu Erfang and stop.

I am a dignified man, what is a Tartar as a horse and a cow?

The strong man drank the wine in the bowl, and did not look back on the journey of a thousand miles.

The golden drums roared in unison, and the yellow dragon swore endlessly.

Master Li's personality is already excited, and after reading today's two lyrics, he can't help but be catchy, and he can't help but gently pat the table, and his heart is boiling.

Wang Song said loudly: "Now that the Jurchens are surrounding Bianliang City, there is a shortage of food and food in the city, and many people are dying of hunger and disease. I also hope that everyone Li will sing this impassioned song to boost morale and people's hearts!"

Master Li saluted and said: "Everything is based on the general's horse!"