After the heavy rain, the blue sky is as clear as washing, the birds fly freely in the sky, the trees and flowers in Bianliang City are lush, competing for beauty, and the young men and women are going out of the city to enjoy the natural beauty.

The Jurchens retreated, and the city of Bianliang slowly became lively, and with the smooth flow of transportation, merchants from the south to the north began to gather, and the commerce of Bianliang City became much more prosperous.

Drunk all day long, I suddenly heard that spring was strong and mountaineering. Because of the words of the monks in the bamboo courtyard, he stole half a day of leisure.

For Wang Song, he has neither the time to sleep all day long, nor the leisure and leisure of mountaineering in spring, 360 days a year, are Hengge horses, two or three consecutive months of fighting, whether physically, or psychologically, the pressure and struggle are to the limit.

The Jurchens retreated, he wrote to Zhao Huan, got the permission of the favor, and gave his subordinates a few days of vacation, so that the sergeants could take a good rest for a few days and relax their nerves.

No matter who it is, it is impossible to fight on the battlefield every day, and in the face of those corpses, blood and killings every day, no matter how strong the nerves are, it is inevitable that the heart will be twisted.

Out of the south gate of the imperial city Xuande Gate, all the way to the south, until the outer city gate south smoke gate, is the royal street.

The royal street starts from the tall and magnificent Xuande Building in the north, passes through the state bridge, goes out of the Vermilion Bird Gate, and goes directly to the south smoke gate of the outer city, which is more than ten miles long. The royal street is more than 200 steps wide, and there are imperial corridors on both sides, which originally allowed traders to buy and sell in the meantime, and it was forbidden to engage in politics and years. On both sides of the royal street, there are brick and stone ditches, which are planted with lotus flowers, which are verdant. Fruit trees such as peach, plum, pear, apricot and so on both sides of the ditch are planted, and the flowers are intertwined, full of all kinds of flowers, and it is like embroidery.

Wang Song couldn't help but shake his head, and secretly said that this Zhao Ji is really not good at being the emperor, and he is quite talented in gardening and garden design. It's just that in this turbulent season when the people are struggling to make a living, it's so out of place.

Niu Tong shook his head and said sarcastically: "My hometown in Lushan County is also full of peach blossoms and pear blossoms all over the mountains, but they are all natural. These Bianliang City's fierce and beautiful and ten-mile lotus flowers, but I don't know how many people's fat and people's ointment will be exhausted!"

Dong Ping was shocked, his round face turned pale with fright, he looked around, and said in a low voice: "Brother Niu, be careful that the wall has ears, and you will get into trouble for Xianggong!"

Niu Tong looked at Wang Song, saw that his face was calm, and gently stuck out his tongue, but he was quiet.

There is a military patrol shop every two or three hundred steps on the royal street, and the defensive sergeant in the shop maintains the traffic order on the royal street during the day and directs the flow of people and vehicles; Defend government and commercial residences at night to prevent theft, fire and accidents.

Wang Song thought to himself, this is probably the earliest patrol system in history. This is a good effect, but we could consider promoting it.

Seeing Wang Song and the others coming, all the sergeants stood straight, full of energy, and did not squint. Wang Song nodded slightly and beckoned, in response to the salute of these sergeants.

The savior of Bianliang City, the hero of the Great Song Dynasty, the unparalleled "Race Overlord" and "Wang Tiegun", the peerless ghost talent who became a poem in seven steps on the main hall and beat a group of brilliant scholars, the darling of the storytellers in the major restaurants outside the Donghua Gate and the Washer, and the idol of the men in the thousands of troops, who does not respect three points!

On the west side of the royal street is an important yamen such as Kaifeng Mansion, and to the east is a lively place centered on the Great Xiangguo Temple. Wang Song and the others went south along the royal street and went straight to the legendary Bianqiao. If you want to travel one by one, there are 17 chambers and 134 squares in Bianliang City, and there are many places to go.

The Bianhe River spans the inner city by the West Water Gate, and the East Street and West Street unfold along the Bianhe River. The traffic is full of shops and shops, even compared to hundreds of years later, it is not inferior at all.

"Xianggong, this is the state bridge!"

The royal street was cut off by the Bianhe River, and a stone bridge flew north and south. Dong Ping stood on the royal street, pointed to a beautifully made and antique stone bridge on the Bianhe River, and said with great interest.

Everyone went on the state bridge, only to see that the bridge pillars are all bluestone, the stone beams and stone mortise and tenon railings, the stone walls on both sides of the bridge are near, the carving is engraved with the Hague, the water beast, the shape of the flying clouds, the engraving is exquisite, the structure is solid.

Wang Song stood on the bridge, the water under the bridge was rushing, and people came and went on the bridge, bustling and very lively. The shops and restaurants on both sides of the strait are lined up one after another, and the flow of people is like weaving, which is very lively.

Everyone stood at the head of the bridge and looked, the south side was the Suzaku Gate, the north side was the Imperial Palace Xuande Building, and the middle was the Heavenly Street.

The Bianhe River spans Bianliang City, with a total of 13 bridges, and the Zhou Bridge is the most spectacular. Whenever the moon is bright, the two sides of the strait sandwich the song building, the bright moonlight shines on each other, the clear sky and the moon is positive, the people of Bianliang who climb the bridge to watch the moon come one after another, bustling. People overlook the river, the silver moon is flooding, and the bright moon sinks to the bottom. Therefore, it is known as the "bright moon of the state bridge", and it is also one of the eight views of Bianliang.

The spring is bright, the breeze is blowing, walking by the reins, strolling in this long street for nearly a thousand years, bustling, lively, people coming and going, laughter, Wang Song actually has a deep confusion.

Is this really the time and space in my memory that is charming and enchanting, and loves and hates? Do you really belong to this era?

Exquisite food, luxurious and gorgeous ayaluo, picturesque restaurant tile house, wide robe and square scarf doctor, smiling and graceful, gentle and affectionate cloud temples girl, graceful and graceful Qinglou prostitute ......

Wang Song suddenly remembered the corpses of the people in the barren fields east of the river, the low shacks on the bank of the Zhanghe River, the naked, black children, and the refugee woman who could exchange a piece of cooking cake for the first night.

Everyone traveled all the way east, in order to go out of the city to see the bridge displayed on the "Qingming Riverside Map" in later generations, that is, a wooden bridge located outside the east city of Bianjing City, also located on the Bianhe River, extremely prosperous, called Hongqiao.

Hongqiao is huge, the structure is exquisite, the shape is also beautiful, it seems to be like a flying rainbow, so it is called Hongqiao.

It's just that the Jurchens went south, surrounded Bianliang City, extorted money, and even coaxed and deceived did not achieve the original goal, and when they retreated, they set fire to the exquisite wooden bridge of Hongqiao, and even the green willows on both sides of the river suffered a lot, in order to vent their anger and treacherous attempts.

Bianhe River is an important transportation hub of the Northern Song Dynasty, a commercial traffic artery, densely populated, and a large number of merchant ships, which is the first lively and busy place in Bianjing.

"History of the Song Dynasty • River Canal Chronicles" recorded: "The Bianhe River traverses China, the first to inherit the great river, the rivers and lakes are diverted, the South China Sea is profitable, half of the world's wealth, and the department stores of the mountains and rivers are all advanced by this road." ”

The East Water Gate is a water gate where the Bianhe River flows out of Bianliang City, and then seven miles outside the city is the original Hongqiao. Boats come and go in the river, end to end, or slender men pulling, or boatmen rocking, some full of goods, swimming upstream, some berthing, nervously unloading. Hongqiao is surrounded by a wharf area, which is very busy.

"Xianggong, the Hongqiao you want to see has been burned down by Fanzi, and the current one was built in a hurry, I'm afraid you will be disappointed."

Dong Ping once came to Tokyo City, so he naturally acted as a guide for everyone.

"It's okay, let's just take a look at the people's livelihood here and experience the folk customs of Tokyo."

Wang Song was not disappointed at all, he originally came out to relax, and he just believed in the reins.

Although the Hongqiao bridge has been destroyed, in just over a month, a simple new bridge has been built again. The bridgehead is still full of stalls, food stalls and grocery stalls, where vendors are peddling goods and soliciting business, and officials of the bridgehead department are patrolling back and forth to collect taxes.

The location of Hongqiao is the throat of the two banks of the Bianhe River, the bridge deck is full of traffic, bustling, due to the popularity of many pedestrians in the past, the vendors lose no time in occupying the road to operate, some set up stalls to sell sundries, some sell pasta, meat, it seems that the Jurchens retreated, and the people's self-survival ability has also reached the peak.

The officials also turned a blind eye, the Jurchens besieged the city for more than three months, and the people's lives were miserable.

The traffic on the Bianhe River is busy, and the slender men are hunched over, half-naked, pulling the rope with difficulty, shouting the trumpet forward. The boatmen struggled to hold the rudder and hold the artemisia, and the boats full of goods rowed forward, and the boats on the Bianhe River were connected to each other, a busy scene.

In peacetime, even if the people live in poverty and have a difficult life, they always have something to eat. But Fanzi went south, the canal was blocked, burned, killed and looted, and the people's lives could not be sustained.

Standing on the north bank of the Bianhe River, everyone entered a tea stall that relied on official roads, asked for tea, and drank it.

On both sides of the Bianhe River, the wind and smoke are clear, the distant mountains are like daisies, the willows are green, the blue waves are rippling, everyone looks into the distance, suddenly sees the distance along the north bank of the Bianhe River, the dust and smoke are flying, and a group of people and horses are rushing over.

There are many people on the official road, there are many pedestrians, this group of people and horses rushed over, the pedestrians suddenly panicked, and they dodged one after another, and the chickens and dogs jumped on the official road, and it was a mess.

This group of men and horses galloped over, but did not slow down, and when they encountered the people who could not dodge, these people just waved their whips and did not show mercy.

Everyone at the tea stall was filled with righteous indignation, Niu Tong spat out a mouthful of saliva, and said angrily: "This is the bird there, who is so arrogant and domineering, completely ignoring the life and death of the people? ”

"Who else could it be!"

Xiao Er said disdainfully: "In addition to the royal relatives and nobles, they are the big turbans." We, the people, don't have such a big show! ”

As they got closer, the speed of the horses slowed down, and everyone saw clearly that there were about one or twenty men and women on the horses, all of them wearing sable collars and gorgeous clothes, beautiful women and handsome men, high horses and silver saddles, and wealth was difficult to hide.

Next to the horse team, three or four yellow dogs with teeth and teeth stuck out their tongues, fierce and vicious, and there were a few goshawks on everyone's shoulders, fierce and mighty. Flying fish bags embroidered with gold thread for men and women contain thin bows, and delicate quiver pots filled with emerald feather arrows. Everyone has gold and silver swords on their waists, rich and graceful, and domineering.

Around these people, there are many guards in iron armor, armed with guns and bows, all of whom are white and handsome, but they are suspected of having fists and embroidered legs.

The leader is fair-skinned, sword-eyed and starry-eyed, graceful, in his early twenties, and extravagant. It's just that in Wang Song's view, there is more than frivolity and not enough stability.

Another woman with a beautiful face and moon appearance, dressed in warrior men's clothes, bright and beautiful, is none other than Zhao Fujin, the emperor of Maode, who had a relationship with Wang Song in Genyue.

"This is the emperor's third brother, Zhao Kai, the king of Yun, who is in charge of the Imperial City Division. Next to him were Zhao Fujin, the favorite daughter of the Emperor Taishang, and Cai Yan, Zhao Fujin's husband, as well as Zhao Shu, the king of Su, Geng Yanxi, the son of Geng Nanzhong......"