Overhead, overhead, overhead!

Overhead, overhead, overhead!

Overhead, overhead, overhead!

I just used a few people's names because I felt the most troublesome name.

Don't forcibly bring in the Song Dynasty surnamed Zhao, because you will be very upset.

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Well, secondly, it's not crossing, there's no bloody plot, and there's no routine of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, but the protagonist's aura still has to be there, who calls someone the protagonist?

Uh, moreover, on the issue of the heroine, the majority of male compatriots may have always thought, of course, the more heroines, the better! I declare once again that labor and management are not harem texts, labor and management are clearly running accounts, well, I only say that it is a portrayal of a leisurely life in Seventeen Lane, now that I think about it, I really envy the kind of life that does not worry about food and clothing, does not have to worry about anything, and waits for death!

There are not many big things, I can water dozens of chapters of small things, think about it, how many big things can happen in your past dozens, twenties, and thirty years, and you can pull it out with one hand!

Let me think about it again, what else is there to be verbose, well, maybe the writing is not good, uh, it's not possible, it's not good, I'm still a little self-aware, but I think there are a few chapters that are still very well written, such as the chapter 7 "Going Home", I'm not recommending myself, I just think it's good, I don't accept rebuttal! Not accepted, not accepted!

Well, the text is about to begin! Polishing your twenty-four golden eyes!

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"If you do this, you will be scolded by many people!"

"Xiaoshan, do I still care about this?"

"You don't care, I care, Li Shuangshuang cares more......"

"But she wouldn't know anymore...... Isn't it? ”

After hearing this, this bright woman blinked her eyes, her expression suddenly fell silent, her mouth was slightly open, but she couldn't speak, her bright eyes had the light of the whole Jinling, she wanted to cry, but she didn't want to cry in front of him.

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In the spring of the fifteenth year of the New Song Dynasty, on the huge land, there were still swords, countless war horses, and one stubble after another people fell.

At the end of winter, since the Tang Dynasty, the war finally stopped, the countries on the north bank of the Great River were unified, returned to one country, known as the Great Song Dynasty in history, the nomadic peoples in the north were blocked in the barren land north of the Great Wall, and then unable to go south, the Western Regions, years of war, the population withered, the Great Song Dynasty followed the example of the Tang Dynasty, set up the capital to protect the government in Anxi, another year, all the people were one, there was no offender, and the Great Song Dynasty became the only overlord in the north.

Only the vassal states on the south bank of the Great River are numerous, coveting each other, the southeast coast, Fujian, Wu and Yue hold each other, Dali in the southwest, Houshu is located in the mountains and ravines, the road is not good, the mountains are high and the valleys are deep, and they are not connected with the outside world, only the strength of the Later Tang Dynasty who guards Jinling is relatively strong, and they are guarded across the river.

In the 19th year of the New Song Dynasty, the strength of the New Song Dynasty was unprecedentedly strong, and a delegation was sent to Jinling, the capital of the Southern Tang Dynasty, to cross the river on October 15 and arrive at Jinling, the capital of the Southern Tang Dynasty.

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Chengtian Palace, the candles in the hall are dim, swaying, the window is already quiet, although the Southern Tang Emperor Li Jing is now only forty and three, is in the prime of life, but now he is like an old man in his seventies and eighties, slumped in front of the steps, covering his face with his hands.

In the afternoon of today, the envoy of the New Song Dynasty came to the audience and brought a letter of state, which was written by the Emperor of the New Song Dynasty himself. Li Jing is now dressed in a dragon robe, his heart is anxious, the majestic and powerful letter of the new Song Dynasty written in the afternoon hall, like a butcher's knife hanging around his neck, the fate of the entire Southern Tang Dynasty is tied to this, the young, ambitious New Song Emperor is ready to make a move on the countries on the south bank of the Great River.

This is a signal, the letter of state is more like an order, at this time the Southern Tang Emperor Li Jing had to follow the orders of the New Song Emperor, and sent the prince to Chang'an as a hostage, otherwise, the Southern Tang Dynasty was the first piece of fat in the New Song Dynasty to go south.

This is a naked threat, but even if he knows that this is a threat, Li Jing has no choice but to do it.

Tomorrow, the New Song Dynasty mission will leave for Chang'an, and Li Jing has only one night to send a prince to Chang'an.

Kneeling in front of the steps are his four sons, the second is still in the south, he did not call the second son back, and the second child cannot go to Chang'an at this time as a hostage, Li Jing can only choose one of the remaining four sons, the crown prince, the third prince, the sixth prince and the eighth prince.

Four princes of different ages and expressions knelt at their father's feet, and they did not know why their father had summoned them, but they thought that they had come to kneel as usual.

The prince has already reached adulthood, and he has been the prince for seven or eight years, but when he saw Li Jing, he was still as cowardly as when he was a child, kneeling on the ground, holding his knees with both hands, waiting for his father to speak.

"Prince, you are their eldest brother and the prince of the Southern Tang Dynasty, if you ...... If I sent you to Chang'an as a hostage, would you be willing?" Li Jing wiped his somewhat dry eyes, paused, and asked.

"Huh? Father, what do you say...... Go to Chang'an as a hostage?" The crown prince Li Congrui bowed down, knelt on the ground, raised his head slightly, and looked a little panicked.

Southern Tang Emperor Li Jing listened, sighed slightly, didn't say anything and turned to ask another, the third prince Li Congke is a young prince in his early twenties, just a few years ago was named the king of Qi, stayed in Jinling, facing Li Jing, he was not like the previous eldest brother, but straightened his waist more and more, and said, "A few days ago, I went to see the queen mother, the queen mother often put her father on her lips, after all, my mother is the queen of my dynasty, and my father still has to take a look!"

After saying that, he bowed his head again, and did not mention the slightest thing about going to Chang'an as a hostage, as if in his eyes, his mother was much more important than going to Chang'an as a hostage.

Li Jing listened, smiled slightly bitterly, whispered a "hmm", and refocused on the next one, the sixth prince Li Congjia.

The sixth prince Li Congjia is only eight or nine years old, and his appearance is ordinary, but his eyes are a little less, and he should be innocent at his age, but he looks much more dazed.

"What about you?"

"Whatever His Majesty the Emperor says, it is what it is!" Li Congjia straightened up slightly and said lightly.

Li Jing's face had a different color, I don't know what it is, others can't see it, and even he himself doesn't know.

"Go back, all of you! I'll have a few words with Jia'er!" Li Jing waved his hand, and before he even asked the eighth prince, he asked the internal officials to take the princes out one by one, after all, the eighth prince was only three or four years old, and he couldn't understand anything, and he was crawling around in the hall.

One after another, several princes were taken out by the internal officials one by one, and only the Southern Tang Emperor Li Jing and the sixth prince Li Congjia were left in the Chengtian Palace.

Li Jing coughed lightly twice, slowly stood up, came to the sixth prince, and slowly handed a cane in front of the steps to the eight-year-old child.

Li Congjia took the crutches, and when he was less than ten years old, his small body was still very difficult to stand up, and he stood in front of Li Jing with crutches.

"Your legs are not good for me......"

"What's so bad? What does it have to do with His Majesty the Emperor?"

"But after all, ......"

"There is no reason, if His Majesty the Emperor has nothing else to do, His Majesty will retire!"

"Have you decided?"

"Chang'an? Your Majesty has always wanted to see it! Li Congjia replied with a smile, and then, on crutches, limped out of the main hall, leaving only a thin figure.

Pushing open the door, Li Congjia glanced back at Li Jing, but finally didn't say anything and disappeared into the Chengtian Palace.

Li Jing was blown by the cold wind that poured in from the door, and couldn't help but shiver a few times, and then, with the support of the old official, he slowly went to the harem, and it was time to see the mother of the third child!

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In the 19th year of the New Song Dynasty, October 16, light rain.

Li Congjia, the sixth prince of the Southern Tang Dynasty, made an exception and was crowned King of Wu, volunteered as a hostage, and followed the New Song Dynasty mission north into Chang'an.

On that day, on the river, the fiery red big ship of the New Song Dynasty covered the entire Jinling port, and the limping six princes boarded a big ship surrounded by everyone.

Looking at it, no one came to send, only the officials who came to the handover of Honglu Temple, everyone knew that this was a shame, unbearable to the threat of the New Song Dynasty, and sent the prince to Chang'an in exchange for a temporary peace, everyone knew that the six princes could not come back, and the newly crowned prince was just a decoration.

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"Bang", the startling wood was photographed, and everyone woke up, a past incident more than ten years ago, by a blind man in a teahouse on the bank of the Qinhuai River, I don't know how many times I told the story.

"And after that? Did the lame Sixth Prince come back?"

"I don't know this old blind man! No one has heard of the old things of more than ten years ago, and no one has ever seen them again, His Royal Highness King Wu!"

"Hey! Then what does it mean that you take the trouble to mention it every day, but you refuse to say the following? ”

"My old blind man only talks every day, and when someone asks me to say it, I will say it!"

"Who told you to say that? I'm afraid it's not that King Wu! ”

Although the old blind man couldn't see it, he could still imagine the faces of the people listening to the book in front of him, and he couldn't help but chirp and sigh, "Maybe!" ”

The people listening to the book in the hall shook their heads, sneered, and talked a few words.

"Eighth Master, we should go back!"

"What time is it?"

"It's almost noon, and the palace banquet is about to start, if it is known, the mother should be unhappy."

"Alright! Let's go back then! ”

The master and servant slowly withdrew from the circle of listeners and walked in the direction of Miyagi.

This is the bank of the Qinhuai River, the boat boat singer, there are a lot of rich sons, no one will notice them, out of the teahouse, walking on the riverside, the young man called the eighth master was born extremely dignified, eyebrows and eyes like stars, the body is straight, although the clothes are covered up a lot, but it can still be seen at a glance that he is the son of a rich and noble family.

"Eighth Master...... The little one doesn't understand, why do they call the old blind man and his gang to tell stories these days, after all, the six princes have nothing to do with us! ”

"That's King Wu, it's not the Sixth Prince, you have to remember it in the future!" The man named Ba Ye walked by the river, after all, there was no such scenery in the palace.

"Yes, little one remembers!"

"The sixth brother went to Chang'an as a hostage, it has been more than ten years, this Southern Tang Dynasty has been peaceful for a long time, and there are still a few people who can think of him, now, he is coming back, the sixth brother has been pitiful since he was a child, I have to fight for him!"

"But in this way, those with ulterior motives will be difficult for King Wu, and the eighth master will not add chaos by doing this?"

"Oh? Is it? The so-called Eighth Master did not answer this question directly, but just smiled slightly, the corners of his mouth curled, like the children of ordinary rich and noble families, walking and watching, walking towards the most majestic building in Jinling City.

The little guy who followed the eighth master didn't open his mouth to ask again, to do what they do, they must first know the temperament of the master's family, know what to say and what not to say, obviously, at this time, the prince who was forgotten by Jinling should not be mentioned again.