Wang's cry was like a knife constantly stimulating Qin Hui's heart.

"I'm sorry!" Saying that, Qin Hui cried and hugged his wife.

At this time, Wang let out a cry of pain.

"You, what's wrong!"

"Nothing?"

"Don't lie to me!" Qin Hui grabbed Wang's wrist and ripped open the collar, only to see that his white and tender skin was covered with bruises.

"It doesn't matter!" Wang's expression was a little flustered, and he tried his best to pinch the collar and not let Qin Hui pull it open.

"I'll take a look........." Qin Hui's voice trembled a little, and a bad thought had already arisen in his heart.

Wang's face was like ashes, and he could only let Qin Hui untie his clothes.

Untie Wang's clothes, a wonderful body appeared in front of him, at this time Wang's charm still exists, white jade body, straight buttocks, round shoulders, showing an attractive style. Everything is beautiful, but the discord is that there are too many bruises and whiplashes on Wang's body, and there are two shocking whiplashes on his chest.

"This is left by the golden dog!" Qin Hui asked angrily.

"Yes!"

"............" Qin Hui was speechless, he wanted to comfort, but he couldn't speak; I want to scold, but I can't speak.

Bianliang was broken, and the two emperors, the prince, the emperor, and the ministers of the court were captured by the Jin army and left. Some concubines, the emperor became the playthings of the generals of the Jin army, sex * slaves; And some of the ladies of the command, the wives and concubines of the courtiers have also become the playthings of other Jin armies. Here, the women of the Great Song Dynasty have no human rights, and they are facing the fate of being humiliated at any time, and if they resist a little, they will be executed. Someone once resisted, was stabbed by Jin soldiers with an iron rod, and threw in front of the camp, bleeding for three days before dying.

In the Great Song Dynasty, it may be a lady of the order, high and high; But here, a small soldier of the Jin Army can be humiliated at will.

Here, most of the wives and daughters of captured high-ranking officials were insulted by the Jin army. Some people are lucky enough to be insulted and still alive; Some were humiliated to death. The three emperors of Baofu, Renfu and Xianfu were tortured to death by the generals of the Jin army. The emperor can't be saved, let alone her life.

Qin Hui's heart was like ashes, and at this moment, the former belief collapsed step by step, and the benevolence and righteousness of Confucianism collapsed rapidly. What if you read more than 10,000 books, what about the title of the gold list, and what about the high-ranking officials, all of them have come to naught at this moment, and they can only be reduced to the fish and meat of the Jin army, slaughtered at will, and humiliated at will.

His wife can't be saved, she can only be humiliated by Jin Jun, what's the use of reading the book of Confucius and Mencius?

His wife can only endure humiliation under the generals of the Jin army, and can only be whipped by the Jin army, but he does nothing, what is the use of the faith in the past?

At this moment, Qin Hui's faith collapsed.

The former Qin Hui was loyal, patriotic, honest and self-disciplined, with generosity and righteousness in his heart, a kind of courage to die for the country, and a kind of fanaticism to kill himself and be persistent for his dreams; But at this moment everything collapsed, the loyal king was not there, the patriotism was not there, because the king was not worthy of loyalty, and if it were not for the incompetence of the king, how could he suffer such humiliation;

The faith of the past did not preserve him, did not bring him dignity, but humiliation!

At this moment, Qin Hui's once fiery heart gradually became cold.

"Madam, we will soon leave the Kingdom of Jin, leaving this land of nightmares!" Qin Hui slowly got up and dressed the Wang family.

At this moment, Qin Hui's tone was calm, without a trace of waves, as if he was a dead man.

"Husband, what's wrong with you!" Wang asked worriedly.

Qin Hui took a deep breath and said calmly: "I'm fine!" ”

As he spoke, Qin Hui went to the table and took out a wad of paper, which was only a little wrinkled; I took out the inkstone again, and when I got to a little ink, I stirred it with the water and began to write.

He is a literati, he is not diligent, and he does not distinguish between grains and grains, so he can only use his pen to impress Jin Ren with his pen and leave this nightmare place. Picking up the pen, he wrote eight words:

The southerners return to the south, and the northerners return to the north.

………………

At this moment, in Quanzhou!

Shu Wenxiu, Ruixue's second daughter, opened the letter with great interest. I saw the letter written: I once walked in the east of the river, and met the goose catcher: "I got a goose today, and I killed it." Those who escaped from the net screamed and could not go, but threw themselves to the ground and died. "Because of the bought, buried on the Fenshui, the stone is, called "Yanqiu". Most of the companions are poems, and there are also "Yanqiu Ci". There was no palace merchant in the past, and now it is revised.

Ask the world, what is love, and what is the promise of life and death?

There are double flyers in the south and the north, and the old wings have been cold and hot several times.

Happy and fun, parting bitter, there are even more crazy children.

You should have a saying:

Stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, to whom does the shadow go?

Hengfen Road, lonely when the drums, the smoke is still flat.

The soul is a little more groaning, and the mountain ghosts are crying in the wind.

The sky is also jealous, and the warblers and swallows are all loess.

Through the ages, in order to stay for the people, he sang and drank wildly, and visited Yanqiu.

"What a beautiful word!" Shu Wenxiu, who was born in a scholarly family and has a very high level of education, was immediately fascinated by this poem.

In the Great Song Dynasty, it was the era of words, and there were too many beautiful words. It's just too much, but it produces aesthetic fatigue. Most of the words are made for entertainment, less sincere, less beautiful, and a sense of moaning without disease. Often, at a banquet, it gets a smile and forgets about it completely.

Since Yoo Yong, there have been no more euphemistic words; Since Dongpo, there is no song of Haofang.

But this poem broke the shackles, wrote the beauty of love in the world, wrote the kind of life and death, and the feeling of reluctance! Recalling all kinds of scenes in the past, Shu Wenxiu vaguely appeared in her heart all kinds of beautiful scenes in the past, and indulged in good memories.

At this time, Rui Xue was much calmer and continued to look at the content behind the letter: "The shame of Jingkang has become an eternal scar in the heart of my Zhao royal family. My father, elder brother, brothers and sisters, and many ministers all fell into the hands of the Jin army, living a life that was inferior to that of pigs and dogs, which was the pain of my life. The Jin army is very strong, but I can't retreat, I can only fight, even if I die in the end, I will die on the way to charge, not on the way to escape......"

"The Jin army is very strong, there is no determination to win, only the will to fight to the death, it may be killed by the Jin army, it may be betrayed by the rebel generals, but it will never surrender."

"Once you can't do anything, it's best to evacuate Quanzhou, escape from the sea, and save your life!"

Shu Wenxiu looked at the content of the letter, the originally calm heart, can no longer be calm, in Quanzhou is already safe, singing and dancing, but in Yangzhou, in Xiangyang, but a big war broke out, the slaughter of the city continued, the death was endless, everything was like hell.

"Bodhisattva bless the husband and defeat the Jin army!"

"Your Majesty, it is the true dragon emperor, and he will definitely be safe!" Rui Xue said, "Sister, let's pray for Your Majesty!" ”

"If my husband dies, I won't live either!" Thinking of the worst ending, Shu Wenxiu couldn't help crying anymore.