Jingkang three years, the fifth day of the fifth month. 「1」

The Huining Mansion in Shangjing is brightly lit, and it is celebrating the birthday of Zhao Ji, the former emperor of the Song Dynasty.

It's already night, blowing, playing and singing all kinds of timbres mixed with almost upheaval laughter, looming into the bedroom of Wan Yan Sheng, the emperor of the Jin Kingdom.

Suddenly, the torrential rain poured down, and the undulating roar was like a burst, as if it was impatient to wash away the shame and extinguish the ominous.

The wind whistled and slammed the door of the temple open, suddenly blowing out the flickering candles. The white smoke exudes a unique paraffin smell when it is gone.

Chong Ling'er, who was sitting on the dragon couch, was startled, trembled, and clenched the dagger in his hand.

She stared at the crackling rain in front of the hall, hesitated for a moment, gathered her thin clothes, got up barefoot, and walked to the front of the hall to close the door.

***

The white feet sank into the puddles of water that had accumulated on the inside of the threshold, and the refreshing cold ran from the soles of the feet all the way to the tip of the heart. Chong Ling'er was splashed with several rains one after another, as if a sharp arrow was stabbed on his body, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Outside the hall, two guards with shaved heads and braided hair heard the movement, and both of them stretched out maces more than five feet long, and swept the temple door obliquely from the corners of their eyes. The muscle bumps on the thick arms were wet and glowing with blue, and they were terrifying.

The rain gradually subsided, and the main hall became more and more noisy.

Chong Ling'er's face was sad, her eyebrows were deeply locked, and her thin lips were tightly pursed. She clenched the dagger in her fist again, her knuckles pale and protruding.

You don't have to be there to imagine what this feast will look like.

High above is the Dajin Emperor. The princes, princes, and grandchildren, ministers and generals gathered around him, drinking and eating meat.

The ones who poured milk and wine for them were Zhao Huan, the son of heaven of the Great Song Dynasty, and Zhao Ji, the emperor of the Taishang Dynasty, who were reduced to prisoners; Cheering for their singing and dancing were the concubines and princesses who were robbed, and the palace people.

A year and two months ago, Chong Ling'er was charged as a clan maid and set off from Tokyo as the first batch of prisoners of war who went north to enter gold. There were more than 3,400 people who traveled with her, but only half of them survived to Beijing.

Fortunately in the misfortune, just when she and several clan ladies were almost humiliated, a message arrived quickly and saved her life.

The Emperor of Jin appointed Ling'er as a concubine, and ordered the first batch of prisoners of war to travel day and night and send them to Shangjing.

Speaking of which, this matter is not a whim of the emperor at all, and there are some reasons.

Previously, the Jin people couldn't bear the rebellion of the Second Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, and the iron cavalry went south like a bamboo. And the only soldier who can turn the tide comes from the famous Western Army general.

However, at the time of the crisis, the Dao of the Seed Master was angry to death by the hesitant Second Emperor, and he died of his will.

The Song people were unanimously sad and indignant, but the Jin people were very happy about it.

Therefore, when the Emperor of Jin learned that the granddaughter of the Seed Master Dao was in the ranks of the north and was a first-class beauty, out of gratitude for the timely death of the Seed Master Dao, he decided to reward it well.

As a result, in an instant, Chong Ling'er became the most well-treated of all prisoners of war, and even more comfortable than the emperor and the emperor who had ox carts to ride, and there was no day of eating and sleeping in the open.

Along the way, not only did no one dare to covet her beauty anymore; Even the most solemn sheep ceremony when entering Beijing was just a bystander.

Although he didn't experience it personally, he saw too many disasters after all, and living well became the only hope.

***

The noise of the main hall was extinguished, and in its place was a faint piece of piano music, listening to the timbre, it should be a double piano ensemble. When the summer solstice has not arrived, it has taken the sound of business full of autumn sorrow, such as the wailing of pelicans, sad and lonely.

Ironically, this piece is actually a fold of "Poppy Beauty" by Li Yu, the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty.

At the end of the song, I only heard a palm hit the surface of the piano hard, making a muffled sound. The Emperor Taishang was the first to cry, and then, the emperor and a few women also whimpered, and the sound of sorrow came and went.

Chong Ling'er closed her eyes and listened, snorting weakly and letting out a long breath.

The sound can be distinguished, and the performer is none other than the emperor; The other person may be the first qin master of the Song Dynasty who was given the title of "Qin Saint" by Emperor Taishang: Gongsun Changqin. Only his excellent piano skills can make a birthday banquet embattled.

Suddenly, there was a rumbling thunderstorm, and the torrential rain swept in again, drowning out the panicked crying.

The main hall gate suddenly opened, and a group of women dressed in dancing costumes rushed out, shouting and fleeing in all directions. They had long since lost their color, and their colorful clothes were torn to tatters, so ragged that they were not even as good as beggars.

Behind him, the drunken Jin army generals chased after him, grabbed one and picked him up, and if he struggled, he punched and kicked people, pressed people into the sewage, and pressed the other party to ravage wantonly, and the crazy laughter was like a war drum.

She was intercepted by the guards again, and the sharp blade of her mace pressed coldly against her chest.

A young girl not far away was dragged back halfway through, kicked her to the ground, and the eagle swooped up, tearing off the only dirty clothes she had left......

"Ahh

The girl struggled violently, and was so tormented that she could only bite her tongue and commit suicide. Abandoned naked in the rainstorm, she stared fiercely at the barbarian straddle her, full of resentment.

Chong Ling'er remembered clearly that the face was Wanyan Zongwang, the second prince of the Jin Dynasty, who was one of the marshals who tried to forcibly occupy her several times on the way north.

Unable to endure the impact in front of him anymore, Chong Ling'er was grief and indignation, struggled to close the door of the temple, sat down on the ground, and cried for a long time with his hands on his knees.

Eventually, she looked up and drew her dagger with red eyes.

***

The dagger was quietly given to her by an old man in his seventies who was looking for an opportunity on the way north. The old man claimed to be an adjutant subordinate to the Northwest Army, who followed the Dao of the Seed Master to resist the summer and resist the gold, and fought the horse for half his life.

When he was slandered and impeached by Cai Jing and Tong Guan and lived in seclusion in Nanshan Leopard Forest Valley, he has always been by his side, knowing his anger and ambition when his family and country are in danger.

Chong Ling'er remembered that day, the weather was rare and clear, and the northbound team marched to an open meadow. The Jin army was loosely guarded, and the guards guarding her were called by several generals to play polo.

In a few moments, the curtain of the car window was lifted, and a piece of brocade was handed in, wrapped in a short dagger the length of a palm.

The old man's deep voice floated from outside: "By the mouth of the emperor, assassinate Yan Sheng." ”

"Me?!" Chong Ling'er looked at the weapon in his hand in disbelief and leaned out of the curtain.

At first glance, I saw the distance.

The polo battle was dusty, and the Emperor Taishang sat on the side of Wanyan Zongwang with his back on his back, pacing back and forth, chanting words in his mouth.

Chong Ling'er couldn't help but be stunned. But I heard a choked sigh outside the window: "The Emperor Taishang is being ordered to compose poems for the ball game for fun......"

Lifting the curtain sideways, she saw the old man standing in the mud, with white hair and tattered clothes, revealing new marks and old wounds on his upper body. The hole in his chest was shocking. His face was wrinkled, but his eyes were shining.

After hesitating for a moment, Chong Ling'er handed the dagger out, lowered his head and lowered his eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Because...... Am I a kind of family? ”

She lowered the curtain, her eyes were sour, but she snorted lightly, and said stubbornly: "First Xia, then Liao, and now Jin, three generations of the breeder have guarded the country, and the horse leather shroud is full of loyalty, what is the result?!"

If the emperor and the emperor can distinguish between loyalty and goodness, eliminate traitors, and adopt grandfather's advice, the country will not die, the family will not be broken, and my uncle will not die in the war because the reinforcements are not available. Self-inflicted, can't live, I won't save the second emperor! ”

"You are not saving the second emperor, but the people of the world!"

Outside the carriage, the old man pushed back the dagger, and his voice was loud and firm in an instant: "Seed girl, please worship the last general on behalf of the old man!" ”

Chong Ling'er heard the sound of the sleeves rubbing, trembled slightly, and tears burst out of her eyes. She quickly calmed her emotions and set the curtain again, but the old man's back was already soaked in the smoke and dust from the polo field.

"Grandpa, what's your name?"

Hearing a call from behind him, the figure paused, did not answer, and continued on his way.

***

I don't know when, the torrential rain stopped suddenly, and the muddy dark clouds dispersed, revealing a red moon, like a bloodthirsty scimitar in the Western Regions.

There was no movement outside the hall, and there was a dead silence.

Suddenly, the door of the dormitory was "creaked" open, and the guard shouted "Your Majesty" in Jurchen language, and his voice was like a wild beast's roar.

Chong Ling'er's heart sank, and she hurriedly lay down on the couch, holding the dagger in one hand and placing it on her waist.

Fortunately, the lights were extinguished, and the hall was obscure, except for the square inch near the temple gate that was clearly visible by the moonlight. On the cold bricks covered with lichen, a crooked black shadow was stretched more than a foot long, and a large section was covered on the couch.

The steady steps were strong and powerful, the heavy breath stirred into a nasal sound, and a strong smell of wine mixed with goat's milk came to the face.

It's getting closer.

The palms of the hands behind her back were sweating, and her thick and long eyelashes were slightly agitated. She tried her best to control her heartbeat, and when she finished lighting the lamp on Yan Sheng's back, she took the opportunity to stab the dagger into his vest.

However, Wan Yansheng did not light the lamp, but stared at the figure on the bed in the dark night. After drinking, his chest sounded with pleasure, and he slapped his fan-sized palm three times.

Two teams of maids wearing purple tuans and black skirts rushed in and out, and the dormitory was as bright as day in an instant, and the beauty on the couch was also illuminated in the slightest.

Chong Ling'er has just turned fifteen this year, and the ancestral high nose bridge is embellished in the soft and delicate eyebrows, which is quite exotic.

She lay on the couch, only covered with a white fox felt blanket on her abdomen, and her fiery red skirt hung down on the side of the couch, like a cluster of fire feathers. The plump and firm ketones loom in the background, accompanied by breathing like mountains and mountains.

Emperor Dajin looked at her, as if looking at the picturesque rivers and mountains of the Great Song Dynasty.

Wan Yan Sheng's Adam's apple rolled, and he gasped rapidly. He turned his neck from side to side, making a clicking sound. With one hand, he ripped off the spitting belt at his waist, and with the other hand, he untied the collar dress embroidered with the pattern of the buck mountain forest, and paced to the couch step by step.

Here it comes!

Wow, Wan Yansheng opened the white fox felt blanket with one palm.

The dagger stabbed out and stabbed straight into his chest. A hole was cut in the brown gold brocade robe, revealing the inner layer of gold silk soft armor.

How...... How so?!

The thin white wrist was tightly held by Wan Yan Sheng's powerful palm, and it was suddenly pulled away from his chest. Chong Ling'er only felt that his wrist was almost broken, his hand shook, the dagger fell, and he was swept away by the other party.

Wan Yan Sheng glared at the dagger with tiger eyes, raised his head and stared at the miserable white face of Ling Ling'er, bent the corners of his mouth, and stroked his beard and said: "She is worthy of being a tiger girl in the gate, not only beautiful, but also a little courageous." I saw you as I saw your grandfather. ”

Chong Ling'er turned her head and sneered, not saying a word.

Wan Yan Sheng rubbed the dagger in his hand and weighed it: "It is worthy of the Xixia Treasure Knife, and the Seed Master Dao actually got Li Yuanhao's personal loot!" He swung his knife into the palm of his hand, and a blood streak immediately appeared out of nowhere, blooming a thick red.

"Tell me, who gave it to you?" He furrowed his brow, squeezing out the folds on his forehead.

Chong Ling'er bit her lip tightly, but remained silent.

Wan Yan Sheng slapped his hands loudly again, and ordered: "Come on, bring all the men who are over seventy years old among the prisoners of war!" ”

In an instant, the swift Jin soldiers led a group of old, weak, sick and disabled into the dormitory, a total of about twenty people, tied to a thick iron chain, lined up in a string.

Most of them were former ministers and nobles of the Song Dynasty, but there were also wealthy merchants who were stripped and used as slaves in their entourage. Because some people were afraid to tremble, the chains made a cold crashing sound from time to time.

"As long as you identify the person who gave you the dagger, I will spare the rest." Wan Yansheng said to Chong Ling'er, his eyes were like torches, he glanced at everyone, and said to a group of prisoners of war: "Or, it's okay to confess your guilt yourself." One pleaded guilty, and the rest were released. ”

A sneer swept across the murderous eyes, and he stared intently at one of them.

Chong Ling'er had already recognized the old man who gave her the dagger, and when she saw his resolute complexion, she suddenly hung her heart.

Without further ado, it's better to identify one at random.

She quickly glanced at the crowd and found that the old man who gave her the dagger was an old steward in Tong Guan's mansion, who exploited the good people and embezzled military salaries in Beijing.

"Yes...... It's him! Chong Ling'er raised her hand and pointed at the man.

On the ground, the iron chains that were connected in a line suddenly rattled, and one person staggered out of the ranks, but his waist was always straight: "That's right, it's me." The one who came out of the queue was the one who handed her the dagger.

Chong Ling'er was about to speak, but Wan Yan Sheng had already walked in front of the old man, and asked knowingly: "Heh, the treasure of the Western Xia Emperor Li Yuanhao, you give it to her, but ask her to come and offer the treasure to me?" ”

"Phew, you Jin people ruined my Great Song Jiangshan, I naturally let her kill you!"

Wan Yan Sheng was stunned.

Shaoqing laughed, "Listen to your Song envoy, I look exactly the same as Zhao Kuangyin." Then I will be the ancestor of Song Tai and ask him for him, who destroyed the Great Song Dynasty?! ”

In the hall, there was silence for an instant.

"Come, I'll give you another chance, kill me." With that, Wan Yansheng stuffed the dagger into the old man's hand.

The old man stared down at the dagger and let out a sigh. I only heard one sentence: "Emperor Taizu, the end will be ashamed!" The dagger had been stabbed into his heart by him, and blood was splattering everywhere.

Ling'er flew forward: "Grandpa! ”

Wan Yansheng blocked it with one arm, and with a slight flick, he pushed her between the two guards.

He bent down, vigorously broke the pair of craggy hands that held the dagger tightly, pulled it out, and took out a piece of animal skin to wipe it: "Bury Li Qian, posthumously seal the loyal martyr marquis!" The rest, kill! ”

"You don't joke, why do you go back on your word?!" Chong Ling'er desperately broke free from the shackles of the guards, and tried to turn around to finish Yan Sheng, but only heard a playful answer from behind, "Backtracking? Shouldn't you ask the emperor of the Great Song Dynasty? ”

The sound of Lisuo's mad slashing, accompanied by the screams that had just come out of his throat and the disgusting smell of blood, filled the entire hall. The gushing blood splashed on Chong Ling'er's back from time to time, warm and cool.

Night, dead silence returned.

The high-flying Dajin Emperor looked at Qianying, who was soaked in blood, and strode the meteor to pick her up by the waist and throw her into a pool of blood: "Three days, if you can come out of the Huanyi Courtyard alive, I will give you back your free body." ”