Chapter 1: Mausoleum of the Young Emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty

I don't know how I left the company, and my mind is left blank.

In the afternoon, I received a breakup call from my girlfriend with a simple content, "I don't feel anything about you at all, let's get it done." ”

My name is Huyan Donghai, an ordinary science and engineering college student, who came to this strange city after graduating from university three years ago. My surname is indifferent, not easy to socialize, 9 to 6 in normal life, daily life is simple, I am a typical otaku.

At a banquet with students, I met her, my girlfriend Le Lingshan. Oh no, it's time to call an ex-girlfriend.

"Little junior sister, Yue Lingshan?" I still remember the scene clearly, Le Lingshan glanced at me and said: "You are just a little sister, this girl's surname is music, music, water chestnut, cedar, remember clearly, don't scream next time." ”

The little sister Yue Lingshan is one of the characters in Mr. Jin's novel.

That's how we met.

In the following three years, from acquaintance to love, we loved each other so deeply, it was really fascinating, and these three years were also the happiest time of my life.

Until a month ago, she started to distance herself from me, but no matter how much I asked, there was no answer. Today I finally received the news that she was going to break up, although she had already thought about it

I still can't accept this fact when I want to prepare.

Since ancient times, it has been said that negative men, but in modern times, women can hold up half of the sky, will negative women also account for half?

It was a November day in 2011.

At this time, the night was dark, the light rain was drizzling, the occasional cold wind was blowing, and the streets were sparsely populated, so I boarded the subway home in a daze.

In this slightly cold rainy night, it is the last subway, the carriage is empty, I am in this carriage, I am the only one from beginning to end, I don't know how long it took, the train arrived at the terminal station, I and a few scattered passengers walked out of the subway station, only to find that the exit became very unfamiliar, this is not the exit of my home, I looked at the signage, it turned out that I sat in the wrong direction, came to the other end of Metro Line 3, the Mausoleum of the Young Emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty in Shekou.

Although I studied science and engineering, I loved history since I was a child, and I knew a little about the last years of the Southern Song Dynasty. The turning point of the surname and fate of the Han nation may have occurred in the last years of the Song Dynasty, whether it was economy or population, the Song Dynasty was the most in the world at that time, but it was repeatedly bullied by weak alien races, not to mention the Khitan Liao, not to mention the Dajin of the Northern Song Dynasty, and the Mongolia of the Southern Song Dynasty, even the small Dali could coexist with it, so that the Ming Dynasty of later generations was also destroyed by the extremely weak Manchu Qing Dynasty. This cannot but be said to be the sorrow of this famous race, but before the Song Dynasty, it was just the opposite, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty and Taizong of the Tang Dynasty almost wiped out the Xiongnu and other alien races in hundreds of years.

Alas, the prosperity of the Han and Tang dynasties ceased to exist, and the blood and surnames of the nation disappeared with it.

"Those who offend me will be punished even if they are far away."

This phrase eventually became history.

As for the last emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty, it is even more desolate, a child who is more than eight years old has no bones after his death, leaving only this clothed tomb, which has been silently guarded by the South China Sea for thousands of years, and the existence of the clothed tomb seems to be telling history, there was once such a figure, if it wasn't for Grandpa Deng's southern tour, a circle was drawn here, and even the tomb of the last emperor would not be known.

I walked out of the subway station and walked aimlessly, the road was silent, it was a small road, even in the daytime there were few pedestrians on the road, let alone in the middle of the night when it was raining lightly.

My mind was chaotic, and sometimes I had clips of being with Lingshan in my mind, and sometimes I repeated Lingshan's broken phone call. My heart hurts, and I always feel like there's a huge rock stuck in my heart, and I can't even take a deep breath. My heart is dead, and maybe my people are dying too, I said secretly.

There is a providence in the dark, I made a ghost to the tomb of Emperor Song Shaodi, as for how I came, but I can't remember at all.

"Do you hate her?" An old voice suddenly rang in my ears.

I didn't even realize how anyone could exist here in the middle of the night, just repeating to myself, "Do I hate her?" ”

Eventually, I shook my head and replied, "I don't hate." ”

The old voice said again, "Can you let her go?" ”

At this time, I found that I had stood in front of the tomb of Emperor Song Shao, next to me stood an old man with a cane, with the dim light, I saw that the old man was wearing a black ancient robe, with a bun on his head, just like the common ancient Taoist priests on TV, the old man seemed to be very old, the only special thing is that his eyes are still very bright and transparent in the dark, even in this dark night, it seems to be able to see through my mind.

I thought for a moment and replied, "What if you can put it down, and what if you can't let it go?" ”

The old man in black didn't reply to me directly, and continued: "Are you willing to rewrite history? ”

I didn't think about it and immediately replied, "Yes." When I said this, I naturally thought that the old man was asking about the history of me and Lingshan, but I didn't expect that he was talking about another history, the history of the whole nation.

"Come in with me if you want to." After the old man finished speaking, he waved his right hand, only to see a small door exposed in the middle of the young emperor's mausoleum, this door is extremely small, only allowing one person to pass through, my brain was blank at the time, and I didn't think much about it, so I walked in with the old man, I didn't expect that this trip would change my life.

The mausoleum of the young emperor was empty, only a long road led to the front, and the walls of the road were all painted with colorful murals, and I looked at these murals while slowly walking forward with the old man.

The murals on the walls are brightly colored, as if they have just been painted. The content of the paintings is simple and straightforward, and anyone who has studied history a little can understand it, and each painting is accompanied by a text explanation. The first painting is about Pangu opening the world, the second is about Dayu governing the water, the back murals are also glorious moments in Chinese history, Qin Shihuang unified the six countries, Han Wudi broke the Xiongnu, Tang Taizong Zhenguan's rule, etc., only the last painting seems out of place with the front, from the painting Chinese characters, this painting is about the life of the Southern Song Dynasty Emperor Duzong Zhao Yu, this Duzong Emperor is incompetent, if not early death, he is the real king of the Southern Song Dynasty, just by him, how can he be compared with the great people in the previous paintings, but somehow it also appears in this mural.

"You must be wondering about this painting, how can there be Emperor Duzong?" The old man in black said for the first time after entering.

I nodded and replied, "Yes, there is nothing remarkable about Song Duzong in history. ”

The old man in black smiled and said: "That's right, since Song Duzong, the three last emperors of the Southern Song Dynasty, Yanjing, are children who are less than ten years old, and they can't change the fate of the country at all, therefore, this Emperor Duzong is the last hope to change the Song Dynasty and the Han nation, and you will know everything after you enter through the stone gate at the end of this road." ”

Now that I have entered the Mausoleum of the Young Emperor, I can only move forward.

I pushed the stone door hard, but I didn't expect the stone door to "bang", and it was easily pushed open by me, I didn't stop, and I didn't notice that at the moment before I pushed the door hard, the old man in black gently patted my back, and didn't notice why my strength became so great, so he walked straight in.