Luoyang, the western capital of the Great Song Dynasty, known as the Eastern Capital in history, does not seem to have been disturbed much since Emperor Taizu set the capital Bianjing. The ruins are still there, the ancient trees and new flowers are still blooming, the grottoes of Longmen are still in tatters, and the peonies under the walls of the new garden are still standing silently. The ancient city, which has endured countless wars, seems to be tired and forgotten the splendor of its Han and Tang dynasties...... All that remains is an old castle and the vast Beibi Mountain in the distance of Kitano.

Bishan is close to Luoyang, although the mountain is not high, but the soil is thick and the water is low, suitable for funeral, so the emperors of each dynasty have chosen to return to the soul here, the tomb of the king of Pishan mainly has eight tombs of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, five tombs of the Han Emperor, two tombs of the Wei Emperor, five tombs of the Western Jin Dynasty, six tombs of the Northern Wei Emperor, a tomb of the Emperor of the Later Tang Dynasty, and a tomb of the Emperor of the Southern Ming Dynasty; There are also seven mausoleums of the emperor, namely Liu Chan, the queen of Shu Han, Sun Hao, the queen of Eastern Wu, Chen Shubao, the queen of Southern Chen, the king of Baekje, Fuyu Yici, the queen of Shu, Meng Chang, the king of Wuyue, and the peerless ...... Li Yu, the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty.

Under a dirt slope and next to the loess road, two groups of people who were resting were staring at each other not far away. The difference between the two groups of people is clear at a glance, and the two carriages are ...... One is wearing a fat green horse, and the other is wearing an old yellow horse with a collapsed waist and a white beard, and the autumn wind sweeps away...... The old horse's legs seem to be trembling!

The clothes of the two groups are also very different, one group is a new group of green clothes, and the two people on the other side even have patches on the cuffs. The only identical ...... The age difference between these two subordinates is as if the beard is wrinkled, the nose is blind, and most of them are fifty or sixty years old!

"Ahem...... Bah! ”

An old family member who was leaning on the old horse with his arms to avoid the wind spit loudly to the side! The disdainful gaze looked coldly at the group of peers not far away who looked more well-dressed than them.

On the other side, the three family members standing next to the half-new black carriage actually avoided their eyes when they heard the sound, and only a man in his thirties showed a trace of indignation. But an old man dressed as a housekeeper next to him, the largest in the grade, immediately pulled him: "He Da...... Just treat it as if you didn't see it, don't block the master! ”

The man named He Da angrily tightened the cage cover on the horse, and replied angrily: "Uncle Liang, we haven't provoked them either, why do these two people keep sneering and squinting at people?" ”

"Alas...... You don't know, this family is just like us...... It's all southerners! ...... from Jinling"

"What? It turned out to be Tang ......" He Da looked at the old housekeeper Uncle Liang in surprise.

"Shut !! up" Uncle Liang was furious and glared at He Da fiercely: "How many times have I told you!" We are the people of the Great Song Dynasty!! Especially when you come to the Northland, you are not allowed to mention the personnel of Jinling again! Remember? ”

"Hey! Uncle Liang, don't be angry, I remember! But...... Since they are both from the south and the south, why don't these two people look at us horizontally? Uncle Liang smiled bitterly: "That's the Zhang family...... Rapespoon Zhangjia! He Dayi patted his head and suddenly realized: "Oh! ”

The mausoleum of Li Yu, the queen of the Tang Dynasty, stands silently on the loess slope of Bishan, and the mountain wind blows...... The scattered paper ashes and a little incense scattered all over the place, as if mocking the voice and lust of the tomb owner when he was alive, the wealth and wealth of dogs and horses, and the miserable season of fear and sorrow before death!

Xu Xuan, an important minister who had been chasing the lord Li Yu until Bianjing, swept away the dust on the hem of his robe, looked back at his old friend Zhang Yan who was standing not far from him, and sighed long...... "Why bother? ”

Different from Xu Xuan's Yanju private clothes, Zhang Yan, who has always been honest and compassionate, and is known as the vegetable soup Zhang family, is famous, and he actually disregarded his taboo as a vassal of the old Tang Dynasty and wore a set of clean sacrificial clothes!

Zhang Tong bowed deeply to Li Yu's mausoleum again without saying a word, and replied coldly: "How can it be rude to worship and sweep the tomb of the old lord and from the heart?" Xu Xuan looked at his old friend's cold face and graying beard, and said as if he had aged several years all of a sudden: "You still hate me......"

Zhang Tong straightened the crown belt, turned his head to look at the distant mountains at sunset, and replied loudly: "Since you have done your best to write an epitaph for King Wu [posthumously presented by Li Yu] after his death, I have sworn that I will never hold a grudge against you again!" ”

Xu Xuan smiled bitterly: "The emperor originally belonged to you, but he did it according to your temper...... How can it end well? These northern ministers are now bent on suppressing the southerners, and they wish to use this matter to depose our old southerners! I will definitely make a big fuss about this. I don't dare to let you take over this matter, whether it is public or private, and according to your temper, it will definitely make a mess and even be unable to clean up. ”

"The Lord humiliates the ministers to death!"

"Shut up!"

Xu Xuan's face flushed: "The Lord has descended, and we will obey the will of heaven!" It's easy to die...... It is even more difficult to deal with the aftermath for the public! Prince Wu's heirs are still there, his family is still there, and the officials and people of the Southern Dynasty are still !! If there were no checks and balances in the court, would my Nanren students have a bright future? Are not the people of the South at the mercy of others? That's the rough! You...... cough cough cough ...... Ahem......"

Zhang Tong still looked at the old friend in front of him with a cold face, who had recommended himself to join the government, joined hands with himself to assist Empress Li in rectifying the court to resist foreign enemies, and had been close to his poetry and writing...... After a long time, he still whispered: "Even so...... In the third year of Taiping Xingguo, King Wu met you after being drunk and sighed...... I killed Pan You and Li Ping by mistake at the beginning, and I regretted it! …… Why did the emperor know about this? So much so that the emperor was furious, and the king of Wu ...... He was ...... on his birthday."

Xu Xuan suddenly shook his head and laughed: "Hahahaha...... How do you know? How do you know...... That's the emperor!! Personnel in the world, as long as the artifact is in hand, say know, you know! Say death, and die! In vain, you are still a human minister for half a lifetime, you are really drinking vegetable soup and blocking your heart, stupid, stupid! ”

Zhang Yan was suddenly stunned when he heard this, and after a long time, he sighed, turned around and walked down the mountain.

Fangzhou of the Great Song Dynasty, the place of exile where countless frustrated nobles have been buried since ancient times, and a farm built in the valley was built outside the city. In the center of the farm was built a small area but a solid house with high walls and gray tiles, which was different from the ordinary officials and wealthy families, and looked very low-key, with no stone piers and horse piles in front of the door, and even the gate was built narrow and cramped. The surrounding peasant families are also far away from this house, as if some fierce beast is locked up here! There were even more than a dozen sleepy soldiers guarding the front and rear doors and the outside of the tall courtyard wall with swords on their waists......

There were no fierce beasts in the high-walled house, only a tall locust tree in the courtyard of the inner house behind, and a middle-aged man with a haggard face and a dazed mind under the tree......

The man sat on the cold ground against a stone pier in a slightly dirty robe, holding a small jar of black pottery wine in his hand, and was already a little delirious with drunkenness. On a stone table behind him, there are several plates of fruit oil cakes, and bowls, chopsticks, cups and saucers...... Dog's breakfast.

The man straightened his back, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and laughed drunkenly: "Brother Chongguang...... You can still write ...... The moon is dark and the fog is light, and it is good to go to Lang's side tonight. Socks step incense steps, hand gold shoes. See you on the south side of the painting hall, and you have always been trembling. It is difficult for the slave to come out, is the king merciful? ”

The man raised the small wine jar and poured the last sip of wine into his mouth, and said in a low voice: "Nuying [Xiao Zhouhou], you and Brother Chongguang [Hou Zhu Li Yu Zi Chongguang], do you still hate me?" Now I am confined here just like you were then, waiting to die. I hate him...... I hate him for lying to me, killing Brother Chongguang, and killing you! I want revenge, I want him to lose what he values most! His throne!! But I still lost...... We were all defeated, Brother Chongguang was defeated, I was defeated, and my martial and wise brother was defeated in the end! My two nephews and sisters-in-law were defeated, and we were all defeated...... Defeated by this faint king! This little man ...... This ......"

A breeze swayed, and suddenly a faint strange fragrance drifted into the nose of the middle-aged man on the ground!

The man was stunned and suddenly struggled to sit up! Confused, looking for the source of this aroma. The door of the inner courtyard, which has always been tightly closed, suddenly opened in this Mid-Autumn moonlit night!

It wasn't the soldiers guarding him, nor the silent and numb servants who came in, but two men in dark clothes quietly pushed open the door that should have been locked and stood respectfully by the door.

Because of her intention to rebel, Zhao Tingmei, the king of the Great Song and Wei Dynasty who was assigned to Fangzhou to take care of her, staggered up, looked at the dim gate in amazement, and a bright yellow lantern with a curling figure wrapped in the fragrance that made him unforgettable, and slowly walked in!!

"Am I dreaming......" Zhao Tingmei muttered to herself in a trance: "Nuying...... It's you! You're not dead......"

The woman who came in couldn't tell her exact age, her face was covered with a thin lake-green veil, and her two beautiful eyes were like two pools of autumn water! Slightly upturned crescent eyebrows, straight nose, slightly powdered hair, gently pulled and swayed golden hairpin. The temperament of the whole person is as shining as a fairy in Yaochi!

Zhao Tingmei rushed forward a few steps forward in surprise and stretched out her trembling arm, as if she was afraid of frightening this woman, retracted her hand, and hissed: "Nuying! You're alive! Are you really alive!! ”

The woman raised her fair and tender arm and gently lowered her veil, and for a moment, only with the help of this small lantern! The woman's peerless appearance illuminates this small and cramped courtyard like a bright moon!

"Hehehe......" The stunning woman covered her mouth and laughed, and Zhao Tingmei, who was in a trance, was stunned for a while, and she was fascinated! His Royal Highness the King of Wei, it is now the first year of Yongxi of the Great Song Dynasty! The slave family, in the Taiping rejuvenation of the country for three years...... You're dead! Hehehehehehe......"

When! The black pottery wine jar in Zhao Tingmei's hand fell to the ground and fell to pieces!!