Winter goes to spring, the royal garden in the west of Bianliang City, the spring on the Jinming Pond is full of joy, the peach is like brocade, the willow is green like smoke, the pink butterflies between the flowers, the yellow orioles on the trees, most of the people in the capital come out and go to the Jinming Pond for an outing.

The lotus root is planted all over the Jinming Pond, the rainy night, the rain hits the lotus leaves, the rain is clear, all things are fresh, there is a new atmosphere, so it is called "the night rain of the Golden Pond".

During the Xuanhe period, the Jinming Pond was opened from the first day of March to the eighth day of April every year, allowing people to enter and visit. The weeping poplars along the coast are dipped in water, the tobacco is paved with embankments, and the east bank is temporarily built with colorful sheds, and the people watch the water play here. The environment on the west bank is quiet, and most tourists are fishing on the shore.

During the Jingkang period, the Jin people went south, and the Jin Ming Pond located outside the west city was also destroyed in the hands of the Jin soldiers, and the buildings in the pool were completely destroyed, a piece of broken bricks and tiles, broken walls, and ruins. After the Jin people retreated, there was no one to rest in Jinming Pond, and it has been abandoned until now.

Although the buildings in the garden have been damaged, they can't stop the full spring, but they can't stop the riots of crazy men and women.

In the three states outside the river, in the battle of Yangjiagou, the loyal and righteous army suffered heavy casualties, and Wang Song was killed in battle. The Jurchen Western Route Army was greatly injured, and the Jurchens of the Western Route even retreated into the clouds.

Wang Song died, the soldiers of the loyal and righteous army died countless battles, and people's lives continued as usual. Except for those people at the bottom, who still remembers Wang Song, and those warriors who died in the ice and snow?

People are always forgetful, in this warm and intoxicating spring breeze, richly dressed dignitaries, wealthy businessmen, and scholars and doctors in wide robes, these people are one by one or in the pond to write poems, or to stagger, or to fish for fun, the ruins here have nothing to do with them, this is just a place for them to play harmlessly.

Since the first year of Jingkang, Wang Song was born, saving the city of Bianliang from the generals, and also saving the fate of the Song royal family, making Wang Song famous and becoming an important minister of the imperial court.

In addition, Yingtian Hedong has rescued countless displaced people. In addition, the restoration of Taiyuan, the opening of Hebei and Hedong's throat wells, and the connection between Hebei and Hedong, are in the limelight for a while.

Among the low-level people, Wang Song's prestige greatly exceeded that of the Great Song royal family, not to mention those scholars and doctors who controlled the government.

Even if you remove the incorruptible and shameless scholars, there are many ungrateful people in the world, otherwise the Great Song Dynasty would not be in such a situation today.

However, some people are obsessed with Wang Song, so that their liver and intestines are broken, and their hearts are like ashes.

The green shade path at the head of the flower branches, ten miles of spring breeze, Zhao Duofu walked in it, but he couldn't feel a trace of spring.

Suddenly, I saw a strange willow color, and the penitent husband was looking for a marquis.

Nowadays, even regrets are useless. The man in the dream died on the battlefield, and he didn't even have a tombstone. That young life was lost in the barren land of northern Shaanxi, and it was too late to appreciate the green of spring.

She knew that Wang Song would not go to Fuzhou because of the Folding Moon Show, and he would not use the lives of tens of thousands of troops as a foil. Zheyuexiu will not go out of the city to see Wang Song, she cherishes her feathers more than her life.

Now that I think about this, what's the use!

Siren has passed away, leaving her with only endless pain and suffering.

She once dreamed of staying and flying with Wang Song, before the flower and under the moon, and the woman sang with her husband, but now, everything has come to naught.

Reality, shattering the dream.

She even regretted that she didn't give herself to Wang Song. If she can have two men and half women, in this life, she may have some sustenance in her soul.

These days, she is in a trance, in a trance, and does not think about tea and dinner, like a walking corpse. She always had insomnia, couldn't sleep at night, and when she woke up, she always wet her pillow. Sometimes she really wanted to die, but she didn't have the courage to kill herself.

Pampered, the accumulation of fine clothes and fine food, so that she can only find sustenance in alcohol, as if when she wakes up drunk, the person in her dream will stand beside her.

"It can be eliminated even more, a few times of wind and rain, and the spring is gone in a hurry. I am afraid that the flowers will bloom early, not to mention the countless red ......"

Gently reciting these words in her mouth, her tears involuntarily fell again. Wind and rain, how long can those delicate flowers endure?

As she walked, she came to a deserted pavilion, and she was weak, so she sat on a wooden chair in the pavilion and fell asleep.

The maid tassel came up and put a smock on her. Seeing her haggard face and sallow face, I couldn't help but sigh softly.

That windy man won't come back.

"Divination, predicting life and death, calculating marriage, and divination!"

I don't know when, I don't know from there, the voice of the Jianghu warlock came, and Zhao Duofu, who was dazed and nervous, was awakened.

"Tassel, help me through!"

Zhao Duofu's voice trembled, and there was indescribable anxiety in it.

Turning left and right, going around and around, I don't know how long it took Zhao Duofu to find the warlock in front of a broken wall near the lake.

"Blind Chen!"

Zhao Duofu was surprised at first, and then became happy. Anyway, this person is also Wang Song's fellow countryman, but he didn't expect him to come to the city of Tokyo.

"Trouble, do you do the math?"

Chen's blind black, thin and withered hand touched Zhao Duofu's palm, and he couldn't help but tremble.

"The little lady is unspeakably expensive, and the villain does not dare to speculate."

Chen Blind looked at the lake in front of him with empty eyes, as if he was thoughtful.

Zhao Duofu's heart moved, and he said softly: "Please also test the marriage."

Blind Chen shook his head and said: "Little lady, I have just said that the little lady is unspeakably expensive, or the most powerful woman in the world. This is your marriage. ”

Zhao Duofu suddenly lost his mind, Chen Blind had already stood up, and he didn't even ask for the hexagram money, and he went away into the distance with the sound of a bamboo cane.

Tassel shook his head and said: "This blind man is really weird, isn't it that he knows who you are, master, otherwise how could he say such a thing?"

Zhao Duofu shook his head and said nothing. Although she had seen Chen Blind, after such a long time, it was impossible for him to know who he was.

"The most powerful woman in the world! He's not going to be the queen, is he? But master, how can you marry into a foreign country?"

Zhao Duofu was in a trance, but the tassel said loudly.

"Geng Nanzhong and Tang Ke also came to visit the lake. Master, let's go, I'm sick when I see these people!"

The two of them left slowly, and after a few steps, the guard stepped forward and handed over a letter.

"Master, the letter was given by Li Yanxian of the Shenwu Army, saying that it was a secret letter, and the master would know it at a glance."

Zhao Duofu opened the envelope tremblingly, looked at it for a while, put away the letter, nodded and said, "Let's go back and send me to Sirui Palace, I have something to do."

"The blue sky and the white sun are always good, and the green hair and face are old and self-sad. The horses are full of dust, and the sunset steals the fishing wire. It's a pity that the years have passed, we are already old, and it is time to follow Tao Yuanming and return to the countryside!"

On a brocade boat on Jinming Lake, several scribes in wide robes and square scarves and graceful bearings are sitting leisurely on the bow of the boat, drinking and writing poems together, and enjoying the beautiful spring scenery together.

Hearing Geng Nanzhong's words, Tang Ke on the side smiled and said: "The grace and saint are strong, why do you want to be prosperous, it is appropriate to show your strength, how can you retreat lightly."

The second prime minister Tang Ke, when the emperor Geng Nanzhong, and Zhao Kai, the king of Yun, gathered together, and a group of maids were burning incense and sencha next to them, preparing snacks.

Zhao Kai also said with a smile: "Geng Xianglao should be strong and familiar with state affairs, the court needs a person like you, and the saint also needs the assistance of a confidant and old minister like you." You can't retreat into the mountains. ”

"The Holy Grace?"

Geng Nanzhong shook his head and said with a wry smile: "In the first year of Jingkang, the Jin people went south, and the old man was in the center. Just this matter, the saint is already quite dissatisfied with the old man, not to mention Wang Song's matter today. ”

Tang Ke couldn't help but be shocked, shook his head and said, "Don't be arrogant. Now that the state affairs are difficult, the saints cannot do without the grace phase, and the state affairs cannot be separated from the grace phase, and the grace minister still needs to shake the spirit to repay the king!"

Zhao Kai frowned and said: "Wang Songwufu, he has made meritorious contributions to saving Bianliang City, and he is quite favored. He is in a high position, but he is rampant and has no honors. When he saw the teacher, he just gave it away, and even the royal family scoffed. If it is a long time, what face will the royal family have, and what face will we have?"

Geng Nanzhong drank a cup of tea and said in a deep voice: "Wang Song is dead, and the official Song family has a lot of complaints about the old man, but Wang Song's impeachment is much easier." The Imperial Observatory can catch the crimes of Wang Song or his subordinates and impeach. At the very least, the loss of the teacher should be true. ”

Tang Ke frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Having said that, I'm only afraid that others in the court will make trouble." The officials believed that Wang Song had a great credit to the imperial court. Qingliu in the court, such as Mr. Liang Xi and Yuwen Shutong, also respect Wang Song. If they are hindered in the court, they may not be able to reach a consensus. ”

Geng Nanzhong smiled and said, "You only know one thing, but you don't know the other." In dealing with Wang Song, Mr. Liang Xi and Uncle Yuwen will never be restrained, but may echo your report. Rest assured. ”

Tang Ke suddenly realized that in this court, whether it is the main peace faction or the main battle faction, it is the world of scholars. Above this court, how can you let the martial arts dictatorship and reproduce the story of five generations of martial artists.

It seems that Jiang is still old and spicy, and his own Taoism is a little more tender than Geng Nanzhong.

The spring is bright, the willows are dark and the flowers are bright, several people got off the boat on the shore of Xianqiao, came to the south end of Xianqiao, and suddenly saw that on the high platform in front of Baojin Building, many people surrounded the storyteller and listened carefully.

When the golden soldiers went south, there were still so many people who were interested in playing here and looking for joy in suffering.

Seeing that there were a lot of people, a few people also stepped forward and listened from a distance in the periphery.

“…… Let's say that Wang Xianggong, there are fewer and fewer soldiers around him, and there are more and more fans, but Wang Xianggong is not panicked, not discouraged, a bowl of thick iron guns is knocked and beaten, and a few people in and out of the crowd, only to kill Fanzi's heart beating, people are killed, and countless people are dead!

Wang Xianggong was covered in blood...... It's a pity that he fought fiercely for days, his hands and feet were sore, and Wan Yan Lou took advantage of the darkness to shoot an arrow, which hit the back of the prince. Wang Xianggong's eyes widened angrily, and he shouted: "Fanzi, I, Wang Song, and you are incompatible!" After that, Yan Lou was so frightened that he fell straight off his horse, spitting blood from his mouth. Wang Xianggong laughed three times and passed away! The heavens and the earth change color, and the long song should cry, sad, painful!"

The people on the side of the high platform were all sad, and some could not help crying.

Geng Nanzhong's faces were pale. Unexpectedly, in just a few days, this Wang Song has been compiled into a book and widely circulated.

The storyteller was speechless, impassioned, and subdued on the high platform, and the people in the audience were all excited and clenched their fists.

When they heard the following sentences again, Geng Nanzhong and the others changed color together.

"Poor Wang Xianggong was sincere, but he was detained by the traitorous ministers in the court, so that Wang Xianggong fought alone and died on the battlefield. These traitorous ministers, not to mention taking away the fame and official status of the prince of the king, framed the prince for his ill intentions. The traitor is in charge, blinding the saint, thinking about it makes people cry, and the listener is sad......"

"Eun Xiang, do you want to let the forbidden army come forward and take down these mountain village husbands who spread rumors and make trouble?"

Tang Ke's face was extremely ugly, and he whispered on the side.

"That's it, some stupid and vulgar people!"

Geng Nanzhong shook his head and said: "Now that the Jin people are going south again, Hebei Hedong is eroded. At this time, there are still few incidents, so as not to let the officials seize the handle and use the topic to play!"

Zhao Kai said gloomily: "I can't imagine that Wang Song, a martial artist, can be admired by all the people and build a shrine to worship and pay respect!" What a virtue and how fortunate this thief is!"

A few people were unhappy and left quickly, and the good interest in visiting the garden was gone.