Due to the fall of Bianjing, tens of thousands of women in the court, clan and capital were mortgaged to the Jin army at a clear price, so that the Huanyi Courtyard, which was originally used by the gold donors to accommodate women, is now overcrowded and overcrowded.

Admitted to the hospital the next day, Chong Ling'er was taken to the residence of Emperor Zhao Fujin.

In the past, the beautiful and exquisite daughter was sent to the enemy by her father who loved her the most, and was forcibly drunk and humiliated. This situation is embarrassing.

Emperor Fujin put on red makeup, beautiful and beautiful, purple and green robes, and fat powder covered the bruises and redness on her face. She lowered her eyes, gently took Chong Ling'er's hand, bowed her knees, and looked like an old woman: "Sister, I have something to ask for." ”

"What?" Ling'er's heart trembled.

"Today, Wanyan Zongwang will hold a banquet, and please ...... Invite your sister to dance and have fun! ”

Wanyan Zongwang is the man who makes Di Ji's life worse than death.

***

A lavish felt tent was set up on the east side of the laundry, where the prince's commanders drank and had merry during triumphs, and their indulgence was as good as that of the emperor.

At this time, there are four seats in the tent, and the table is furnished with the precious utensils that have been swept back from Bianjing, the delicious dishes made by the imperial chef of the Great Song Dynasty, and the melons and fruits of the Central Plains that have turned red.

The second prince Wanyan Zongwang, who sat on the upper seat, was dressed in the most luxurious clothes, and the green honeysuckle pattern Kui dragon robe was tied with a golden and bright belt, and a semicircular human bone hung from it, shining with white light, showing off his brilliant exploits on the battlefield.

He grabbed the peach in the fruit bowl casually, nibbled most of it in one bite, raised his palm to wipe off the sweet juice, and said in a cruel voice: "Hmph, I wanted to send a good product to the emperor to make him happy, but I didn't want to end up in a commotion." ”

Marshal Wanyan Zonghan Niu, who was sitting on the right side of it, drank a glass of wine: "Whoever made her the granddaughter of the Seed Master Dao, only those who planted his family army dared to have this courage." Don't worry, the emperor won't be suspicious of you because of this. ”

His thick knuckles tapped on the table, and his eyes rolled: "I heard that I didn't enjoy it, but people are here......"

Wanyan Zonghan is the eldest son of the prime minister, and his merits and strength are on par with the second prince.

Wanyan Zongwang instantly heard the meaning of his words, and raised his glass and said, "This king has already made arrangements. After a while, the seed spirit will come to dance. ”

The two touched a cup in the air, and Wanyan Zonghan laughed like thunder and shouted, "Okay." Immediately, he glanced at the red-clothed pianist sitting cross-legged at the door: "Qin Sheng, change to a fierce tune." It's not okay to be soft! ”

The three people in the audience heard the foul sound and laughed one after another.

And the violinist at the door did not raise his eyelids, only stared at the ten fingers on the seven strings, like green onions and jade, and suddenly turned a tune between the blows, and sure enough, the tune turned sharply, unrestrained and passionate.

After Yan Zonghan slapped his palm, he applauded three times in a row, praising Gongsun Changqin's name as a piano saint.

Sitting down, the pearl king in his prime was also Ma Ming with a smile on his face, but he made some weighing in his heart.

Turning his jade wrench, he squinted his eyes and pondered: The two people on the seat don't say anything, but in their hearts they are thinking about the beauties who are more famous than the Northwest Seed Army. After the beauty dances, it is inevitable that the dragon will fight, and he will not be good at all.

It's not cost-effective, it's not cost-effective.

Glancing at Wanyan Zongbi, who only cared about drinking and eating meat on his right hand, and had always been cold-spoken, he raised his glass and drank: "I wonder if the second prince and the marshal can listen to the words of the ministers?" The subordinate had a good idea to amuse. ”

Wanyan Zongwang urged him to speak quickly.

Sheyama said: "After the dance, the beauty must always have a name." The emperor sent her to the Huanyi Courtyard, and to put it bluntly, he rewarded her to the two princes and marshals. In order not to hurt the peace, the subordinates thought that it could be compared to archery to determine the belonging of the beauty. ”

In terms of archery, among the four, Wanyan Zongwang has the certainty of winning by eight points.

In his opinion, Shiyama's proposal was completely to curry favor with him. After pondering for a moment, he glanced at the fourth prince beside him, and said, "Okay, just do it." Let's compare the four of us, fairness first. ”

The four of them raised their glasses in unison, and Langlang laughed, and the laughter instantly extinguished the sound of the piano.

At the door of the tent, the pianist coldly plucked the strings, and his flickering face became more and more gloomy.

The sound of the piano suddenly stopped.

Gongsun Changqin said slowly: "If you wish to cheer up the kings, you can limit the duration of a song, how about it?" ”

"Good!"

***

At the end of the corridor that swirled through the hall, Zhao Fujin was still in the humble room to persuade Ling'er to dance, and the dance clothes were resting on the pestle on the side.

However, Chong Ling'er never agreed.

She kept rubbing her hands and pursing her lips, remembering over and over what her grandfather, uncle, and father had long since died in battle, and finally said, "A soldier can be killed, but not humiliated." ”

In the past few days, the torrential rain has caused the green brick floor to be covered with slippery and thin moss, and there is still water seeping, so that a charcoal basin has been erected, making the already hot and unbearable weather even more scorching.

Zhao Fujin's tears were dried by the charcoal fire, she stood up suddenly, closed the door, and turned around and took off all her clothes.

The burning light of the fire illuminated her brightly, clearly showing every inch of the wound she had endured in front of the eyes of the Ling'er, which was unprepared and shocking.

Chong Ling'er was shocked, turned her head away, and trembled her lips: "...... Why? ”

"Because I want to live." Zhao Fujin's eyes were scorching and shining with flames: "Seed girl, I'm not afraid of death." But it takes more courage to live than to die; And to die, to die as you deserve! I want to live well and see the retribution of these golden people! ”

The sound of hurried footsteps came from far and near, and a series of "booms" jumped back and forth on the fire.

A Han maidservant pushed the door in, shouting "Oh no", and was bumping into Zhao Fujin calmly wearing clothes, stunned for a moment, and hurriedly waited.

Zhao Fujin waved his hand: "No need." What happened? ”

The maidservant glanced at Ling'er: "The four people in the felt tent are going to the front yard to shoot arrows." In one song, whoever shoots more prisoners of war will ...... Whoever gets the seed girl in advance. He also said that if the emperor could not persuade him...... Go to the front yard now......"

As he spoke, he was already miserable.

The four eyes met, Zhao Fujin no longer spoke, but became more and more sad. She gathered her sideburns and was about to go out, but was stopped by Chong Ling'er: "I'll go." Go now, but be sure to tell them that they want to dance, not sword dance. ”

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Fujin prepared his words: "The kind girl is from a martial arts family, and she can't be compared with ordinary dancing girls. Could it be that the four generals are still afraid that a woman will not succeed? ”

Then he bowed his head to the maidservant: "Just reply like this, try to delay the competition until the girl comes on the field." ”

The handmaid took the order and ran out of the gate like a wind.

"Sit while I'll make up for you." Zhao Fujin took Chong Ling'er's hand and smiled with tears.

***

The sunset on the horizon was as red as a fireball, burning the entire canopy into a red patch.

At dusk, the spirit appeared on the test field.

She was wearing a seven-colored neon dress, with a shawl as thin as cicada wings, black and green silk hanging down her waist, and a lock of broken hair on each sideburn on her clear face. When the eyes tremble, the eyelashes flutter, and the ten thousand rays of light should flash out of the broken gold.

Wanyan Zongwang had already looked at it intently, raised his hand and scratched his thick wide lips, approached her, and then pulled out the sword at his waist: "I heard that you want to cheer me up for the sword dance, give." ”

Chong Ling'er unceremoniously took the sword, and looked back at Yan Zongwang fearlessly: "Double swords." ”

“…… Zongbi. ”

The fourth prince, who had always stood beside his brother, glanced at Ling'er, and then pulled out his sword and handed it with one hand.

Wanyan Zongbi has followed the second brother since he was a child, and he has won the care and love of Wanyan Zongwang, and their two swords are a pair.

Holding on to the double swords, Chong Ling'er complimented without humility or arrogance: "The four kings have ridden and shot." If you simply compare arrows, I am afraid that you will not lose a song of effort, and there will be no one alive in the scene. It's better to let the folk girls add some fun to the competition. ”

As she spoke, she raised her twin swords and waved them horizontally and vertically.

Wanyan Zongwang glanced at the other three one by one, and seeing that no one objected, he rubbed his hands and said, "Okay!" But if you are shot, you have no grievances against the king. ”

***

However, with a cup of tea, the golden guards had built a rectangular platform with stone bricks in the front yard.

The whole courtyard resembles a school field. The four generals stand apart, and the luthier sits on a straw mat on one side, with his knees on his piano horizontal.

The audience was densely packed with more than a hundred female prisoners, apparently selected. More than half of them were slaves who were punished as coolies, and the rest were sick beauties of low status who could no longer withstand the humiliation.

Chong Ling'er stood in front of this group of female prisoners, just waiting for the sound of the piano to sound, dancing the sword to cheer up.

She couldn't help but glance at Gongsun Changqin, this was the first time she had seen the first violinist of the Great Song Dynasty.

He sat impartially, lowering his eyes and rubbing the strings in his hands, the maple red robe was so dazzling, and his bright face did not seem to come from the world. It's obviously so strong, but the skin is as white as snow, and the ten fingers are like jade, and the whole body is full of refreshing cold, but there is no half of fire.

However, Chong Ling'er's eyes were full of disdain and resentment when he looked at him. is also a Song person, but he is in two camps.

The contempt in her heart spread to the corners of her mouth, and she hooked her lips: Heh, it's just a servant, where does it come from?

Perhaps the other party sensed her contempt, and suddenly raised his head and stared at her. The innate peach blossom eyes were unexpectedly as deep as ink, full of pity, and Ling'er was stunned when she saw it.

The trumpet blows, and the contest begins.

Gongsun Changqin's hands shook, the wide sleeves of the fire silk slipped between the elbows, the ten fingers with distinct bones fell suddenly, and the attack was a song "Guangling San". He danced his fingertips like water, his demeanor was as fast as a stream, and the sound of the piano was unusually high-pitched.

A kind of spirit, accompanied by the rain of four clusters of arrows that fell loudly, struggled to step and spin with the rhythm of the music. The two swords slammed into the cluster of arrows, sparks flashing and sparkling, bubbling with purple lightning and blue frost.

In this dance, the four on the stage paused at the same time, revealing different excited looks. Especially Wanyan Zongwang, he smiled ruthlessly, wiped his mouth, and connected three feather arrows when he opened the bow again.

The rain of arrows struck again, and the sound of the piano suddenly sounded. The spirit of the seed cheered up and resisted again. Stepping on the beat, the twin swords thundered again, cutting off a piece of arrow like a bamboo.

Since it is a dance, it must be based on the sound of the piano and block the arrow.

Amazingly, the prioritization of the sound matched her steps perfectly, both pandering and pointing, always allowing her to swing her next sword accurately when she was overwhelmed, and reminding her to avoid when she was almost hit.

In the midst of the rapid rotation, Chong Ling'er inadvertently saw the luthier in the corner in the shaking world. As he looked over, his eyebrows were cold and firm, and the fine beads of sweat on his forehead were sparkling in the afterglow.

He bowed slightly to her.

At this moment, an exclamation came from behind: "Miss save me!" ”

In the flash of light, Ling'er recognized that the voice was her former maidservant.

After all, the four people on the stage are not ordinary soldiers, they are all gods and generals with one enemy and ten thousand. If the Great Song Dynasty had such a general, it would not have fallen to this. Chong Ling'er had long known that she could only protect the female captives as much as possible, but it was impossible to have no casualties.

However, the screams and cries for help never stopped. There are people falling behind them constantly.

"Seed girl, help me!"

"The spirit of the old general in the sky, bless us!"

"God, please reincarnate the god of war of the Western Army and save us!"

In order to add to the fun of the game, the prisoners of war were not tied, like fish in a pond bumping around, but they were never able to swim out of this corner of the courtyard. Planting Ling'er was their last straw, and everyone was desperately hugging behind her.

It's too late.

Chong Ling'er temporarily changed the direction of leaning and deliberately blocked an arrow for the maid. The arrow stabbed into her right shoulder, and the pain that pierced her heart quickly spread to all the bones of her limbs.

However, at this moment, there was another familiar cry for help, it was Emperor Roufu, who had the same fate as her.

Roufu went north with her, and was also presented to Kim Taejong with her. The emperor didn't look down on her, so he took the lead in sending her to the Huanyi Courtyard.

Thinking of the care of the emperor on the way, Chong Ling'er instinctively swung the sword to the left, and was hit by another arrow in the back.

If it weren't for the more intense the sound of the piano, hanging her last breath, she might have collapsed long ago.

With the final sound falling, the seed Ling'er fell to the ground with a puff. Other people's blood, her own blood, stained her through.

Wanyan Zongwang threw his bow and ordered the survivors to be dismissed to count the arrows. He was angry in his heart, and he had shot the most arrows, but he had also been broken the most. He stared straight at the beauty hanging on the ground, like a wild beast staring greedily at its prey.

The guards counted: 32 Wanyan Zongbi, 31 Wanyan Zongwang, 28 Wanyan Zonghan, and 20 Sheyema.

"Fourth brother, enjoy it." After Yan Zongwang patted Yan Zongbi's shoulder fiercely, pulled a circle chair and sat down to wipe his hands, and motioned for the others to sit down like him. Another order was given, and all the good wine and food in the felt tent were served.

According to the convention, such good things are enjoyed by one person first, and the rest are waiting. But at the same time, it was the first time to watch.

Wanyan Zongbi glanced at Ling'er, and pretended to be disgusted with a cold face: "It's just a matter of trying this woman to cheat." The younger brother has no interest in her, and she should be the first brother. ”

Wanyan Zongwang was not polite, nodded and waved, gave up his seat to the fourth prince, and sneered at Gongsun Changqin: "Qin Sheng, you go down and play music for this king." ”

The last edge of the red sun fell into the western mountains, and the last glimmer of light of the setting sun was swallowed up by the night.

The courtyard was surrounded by guards, each holding a torch that reflected their distorted and agitated faces, like wolves and tigers. For them, this was a great gift from the marshal.

Seeing that Yan Zongwang was approaching him step by step, Chong Ling'er used all his strength to raise his twin swords and support himself to stand up.

Blood was gurgling down the placket of her clothes, and she tried her best to hold her head high, with only one thought in her heart, that is, to save herself no matter what, and to survive for three days.

With her obsession, she trembled her hands, raised her sword, and pointed directly at Yan Zongwang.

Shang sound into the ear.

Chong Ling'er looked at Gongsun Changqin, as if looking at the battlefield robe.

His eyes were dancing with fireworks, and his face was pale and solemn. He bowed his head at her again.

The music is intense.

Wanyan Zongwang roared, and the earthquake shook the sky. With a bulge in his belly, he directly grasped the blade of the sword with both hands and threw the sword a foot away, and then pounced on Chong Ling'er.

Chong Ling'er was thrown out by the opponent's powerful force, fell to the ground, and rolled with all his might, dodging Wanyan Zongwang's sturdy body. The next moment, it was dark in front of him, and his body was torn, and he was fiercely pressed under him.

The breath of despair came in an instant, and the cheers of the golden soldiers were like thunder.

The messy sound of the piano swept in all directions, and only a loud "bang" was heard, and the seven strings broke at the same time.

He only felt that his chest was hit by seven thunderbolts at the same time, and he suddenly shook, and a large mouthful of blood splattered on the surface of the piano, smearing into a cloud of fire and fire......

……

Why kill me?

I want to live!

She couldn't ask these words anymore.

She died, at the hands of the first violinist of the Great Song Dynasty.

***

Out of his body, Ling'er floated in the air, looking at his corpse, watching the Jin army surround Gongsun Changqin and kill his last figure.

In a trance, she heard someone calling her: "Come, come to the Western Bliss to find the Buddha-figure, the Buddha-figure can make you nirvana and reborn." ”