For all the things of the world, like the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, are not from the Father, but from the world. —1 John

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When I was young, I always liked the mood of borrowing wine to drown my sorrows, such a downfall and uninhibitedness, it seemed like a happy grudge in the rivers and lakes, and everything became simple and direct.

But only those who have experienced a hangover may understand that everything is just a fleeting illusion, and it is not even comparable to the meaning of a sweet dream, and after waking up, there is only a numbness with a splitting headache, but the pain is still there.

Janeway didn't know, but she was like a fascination and couldn't stop the wine glass in her hand.

Wan Yanliang looked at her, wanted to speak and stopped, knowing that it was useless to say more, he simply stood up, held on to the pot of wine, paced to the window, and looked coldly at the night scene and the starry sky all around.

The scenery of the north, how to remember the luxury of the south.

He once went to Bianjing in the Northern Song Dynasty, when Bianjing, which had been constantly swept away by the war, was already in ruins, but in Wanyanliang's eyes, they all appeared one by one their former grandeur and magnificence, and those prosperity that can be seen with a little eye is so attractive. He took a sip of wine.

My father's warnings and advice seem to be still ringing in my ears, but can we really let them go?

There was no turning back from the bow.

I don't know how long he stood there, the pot was empty, he shook the flask, smiled and turned around, the table was already a mess, the woman was lying on the table, the flask in her hand was empty, she was lying there, her long hair was scattered obediently on her shoulders, there was a beauty other than the lamplight.

Wan Yanliang walked over and sat down: "You're okay." ”

He cautiously poked the woman, who seemed to be asleep.

Xiao Er walked over, carrying a large pot of tea, he glanced at the wine bottle on the table, and then at the man lying on the table, and said with admiration: "The five-step drunk brewed by the small shop has also been drunk, this son is really a good amount of wine." ”

"Five-step drunk?" He glared at the junior, "Why are you so confused to bring such wine." ”

After that, he glanced at Xiao Er, who was still stupid there: "Why are you still stunned, why don't you go and prepare the carriage quickly." ”

Xiao Er answered and hurriedly ran out.

The carriage was naturally not as stable and gorgeous as the palace, squeaking and moving on the bluestone slab, Jian Wei shook a few times, and seemed to be about to vomit, Wan Yanliang instinctively wanted to throw her away, hesitated for a while, or let her lie on his lap, and told the groom: "Slow down, slow down." ”

While he was cautiously wary of Janeway, he looked outside, the woman on his lap had fallen into a deep sleep, and muttered two words in a daze, and he listened to it again, and the words were no longer real in the sound of the wheels.

The car walked very slowly, and it took a long time to reach the courtyard, and he got out of the car with Janeway in his arms, and the groom looked at it suspiciously, and then lowered his head, not daring to look again.

Her hair fluttered with the swaying of the wind, and the smell of wine faded in the night wind, but mixed with the unknown fragrance of flowers in the night, it was a little intoxicating, and he whispered to himself: "Could it be that those nightshades have bloomed?" ”

The man in his arms sighed, as if answering his question.

He smiled lightly and made his way into the inner room.

The maid who had been in charge for a long time lit candles and incense at night.

He gently put Janeway down and carefully examined her appearance in the warm candle flame, such a stubborn woman, but with such a gentle face, it was easy to deceive the enemy's disguise.

"Who the hell are you? Where did it come from? He asked in a low voice.

Knowing that the sleeping woman couldn't hear it, he slowly spoke his heart, those words that no one had ever heard, buried deep in his heart: "When I was very young, I had a wish, at that time, I saw my mother repeatedly tolerating my mother because of her humble status, and my father, my heart and mind are all for the sake of the country, even if he is also the eldest son, but he is not a descendant, he is a short shorter, no matter when, in that position, they have never considered him, but we are all descendants of Taizu, Why not qualify? ”

The woman frowned and muttered.

"A lot of times, it's strange that those who can hurt you are always the closest people around you, while strangers never skimp on their smiles. At that time, I didn't understand, but then I grew up and finally understood that they were afraid, afraid of the strength of the weak, to fight for what should have belonged to him. ”

"In my life, I have three wishes, national events, and all government decrees come from my promises; second, the handsome teacher is far away, and the ruler is responsible for the crime; Third, to have a beautiful woman like you as my wife. ”

After he said this, the sleeping woman seemed a little uneasy, and she bit her lip.

His expression became gentle, his eyes dark, and he reached out to caress her face.

I don't know where a gust of wind blew, and the trance-like gauze tent was blown up, and the candle flame was extinguished a few times, and two of them were extinguished, and the light in the room became more and more dim. The indoor spice is a good soothing incense, and it burns with a somewhat light woody aroma, like the smell of linden trees. A tiger with sharp claws embroidered on the thin brocade quilt was strolling among the roses, and the tiger's face was wrinkled and became a little smiling. The fragrance of flowers seemed to come from the lifelike embroidery, and Wan Yanliang was a little uncontrollable.

He whispered her name, "Vivi." "The woman is still immersed in a dream and can't wake up.

The candle tears of the candle burned a long path and piled up along the pilasters like a strange smiling face. The clothes were silent, the stars and the moon were hidden in the clouds by the night wind, and it was a quiet night.

The next day, very early, Wan Yanliang woke up, he has always slept very shallowly, but it was very unexpected to wake up so early. As if to match his hunch, there was a knock at the door: "Childe." It was Gao Huaizhen's voice.

Gao Huaizhen has always been cautious and will never come to his house at such a time.

He was shocked, sat up suddenly, and went out with only his coat draped indiscriminately.

"What's going on?" He asked.

Gao Huaizhen's face was full of sweat: "The prince seems to know something, he didn't sleep all night last night, and he suddenly fainted when he was about to summon Master Zhang this morning." ”

"Lord Zhang?" Wan Yanliang's face changed slightly, "Lord Zhang of Dali Temple? ”

"He is now appointed as Jing Zhao Yin to oversee the Imperial Prison." Gao Huaizhen wiped the sweat from her face.

"Let's go." He said decisively, put the belt around his waist, and strode forward.

Gao Huaizhen followed behind him, at this time, he did not suppress his curiosity, glanced back at the house, only saw a long black hair, he trembled in his heart, did not dare to look more, and followed Wan Yanliang out closely.

Time really flies, and in the blink of an eye, five years have passed.

Janeway was lying on the prairie in a daze, the blue sky was like a huge sapphire, she bit a piece of grass in her mouth, and let the lake wind surround her.

It seems to be really away from the hustle and bustle.

But there was no real peace of mind.

She remembered the rumors she had heard one after another, it seemed that only the occurrence of these things could prove that time had not been lost in vain, Song Guo recalled Yue Fei who was in the limelight with twelve gold medals after the big victory, and then Qin Hui killed the general in the Fengbo Pavilion on trumped-up charges.

There is no need, that is, there may be and may not be.

would rather kill 10,000 by mistake than let go of 1,000, such words were taken out so blatantly, the sorrow of history, the shame of the emperor.

In all the teahouses and restaurants, they are telling the peace and absurd jokes.

The Southern Song Dynasty called the younger brother, with Jin Guo as the brother, reached a peace agreement, paid tribute every year, Gaozong's mother Wei was able to return to China, and she was accompanied by the long-dead Ziguan of Huizong and the Ziguan of Emperor Roufu.

Every time she hears this, she will think of the Roufu Emperor in the Southern Song Dynasty court. There was a princess who traveled thousands of miles and went through hardships to return to her own country, was recognized by the emperor's brother, recruited a concubine, and was comforted, and then one day more than ten years later, the queen mother of the court came back at the cost of peace, directly denied the authenticity of this princess, took everything from her, and was executed in the vegetable market.

However, the people who participated in the distinction were all powerful palace maids and eunuchs in the palace, and they were not completely sure, how could they dare to casually regard a woman with no background as the emperor, and the same rumor that Emperor Roufu and Wei were both the kings of the sky in the Jin Kingdom, and worked together as a husband, and Wei lived a miserable life in the Jin Kingdom, she was naturally a witness, and more importantly, she was also a victim, so it was the real emperor or the fake emperor who returned to the Southern Song Dynasty.

I'm afraid this question may only be clear to Merriam-Webster.

History does not tell the truth directly and clearly, but some truths do not need to be written directly, and history has its own way of presenting.

There are different folk stories about the true and false emperors, and Jian Wei stubbornly believes in one.

She believed that the woman who returned to the Southern Song Dynasty after all the hardships was not the real Emperor Roufu, and that the return was just a scam. It seems that this is the only way to appease herself, she really can't accept that a female prisoner has returned to her country after more than ten years of glory, deprived of everything, beheaded in the vegetable market, and died at the hands of her own relatives.

When Wei returned to China, the Jin people let her meet with Zhao Huan of Qinzong according to etiquette, Zhao Huan knelt in front of Wei and asked her to tell her brother to redeem herself, and when she returned to the Southern Song Dynasty, she did not dare to ask for anything, as long as she could be a Taoist priest.

It is not known how Webster answered, but her good sister Concubine Qiao also knelt before her, and their pleas may not have touched the heart of the wounded woman.

Webster didn't take anyone back, except for the dead in Ziguan.