In the context of the collapse of the state-owned company, the life and death of the individual is really insignificant. No matter how beautiful and noble Zhu Lian is, in the end, he can only be sadly annihilated in the rolling torrent of history.

Perhaps, Zhao Huan is also sad. But more, I'm afraid it's the panic of the rabbit dying and the fox, right? After all, in a patriarchal society, women can only act as branches and be attached to male power.

If this power is strong and strong, they will bloom in a delicate and magnificent color; But if this power withers, they are helpless, and they cannot even control life and death.

Zhu Lian committed suicide tragically, but apart from the heartache of the old otaku, there was no change in the environment in which he was located. Of course, the person in charge of the guards was punished for this, and the guards were stricter.

Zhao Huan thought that it was the worst. Unexpectedly, the truth was far more cruel than he imagined. Before the grass grew on Zhu Lian's grave, the gold company sent an official document to the two presidents of Hui and Qin to the extremely desolate and remote northern-border town - Wuguo City.

In this cold, shady place, where birds don't poop and people don't go off the beaten track, they finally live a "stable" life. After a little stability, Huizong, a literary master who was quiet and active, burst out with Yaxing, who created art, read and wrote poetry.

Huizong likes to read, and often forgets to sleep and eat for it. Once, he read the biography of Li Mi of the Tang Company, and knew that Li Mi was loyal to the country and revived Sheji. was jealous and hated by traitors and excluded several times, but he still did not forget his original intention and devoted himself to the country.

Huizong was deeply touched after reading it, and asked the minister to copy a copy and give it to Concubine Wei Xian. There is a lot of remorse for doing so. Maybe in the dead of night, he will also think of Yue Wumu, right? However, all awakening and remorse came too late.

In fact, even if the 80,000 golden mercenaries went south and surrounded the Kaifeng group, he still had a chance to fight. How could it be that Zhao Huan's father and son had already lost their personality and had no courage to resist.

It's a pity that the two doughs that are kneaded by others often hold banquets during the life of the Five Kingdoms City, reminiscing about the extravagant scenery of the past. At the banquet, the two drank and wrote poems to their heart's content, completely ignoring the huge humiliation.

Yang Xiaohai was already numb at this time, and he even thought that no matter what happened in the future, he would not be surprised anymore. The brazenness of the father and son is definitely worthy of a nuclear bomb attack. Forgetting extreme humiliation may also be an effective means of self-preservation; But the two of them had high hopes for Qin Zong, the new president of the Song Company in the south, which was really disgusting to the old otaku. Why don't you want to think about it, if you really take the two goods back to the Southern New Song Company, how can Gaozong, the president, be the president? How good is it that the Emperor and the Emperor have stayed in the gold company? How much to stop?

Huizong's love of poetry, coupled with the sadness of being a prisoner, also gave him endless inspiration for creation. During his exile, Huizong often sprinkled ink with enthusiasm. When you have time, you have to write poems. It's a pity that there are only a dozen songs that can be preserved and handed down.

It's a pity that a generation of literary masters doesn't even have an exclusive clerk to sort out anthologies. In fact, Huizong's literary literacy is extremely high. For example, the most widely circulated song "On the North Inscription Wall":

The west wind shook the door all night, and the depressed lonely hall was faintly lit.

Jiashan looks back for 3,000 miles, and there are no geese flying in the south of the sky.

That's where you know. Not only poetry, Huizong Zhao Ji is also good at calligraphy. His self-created "thin gold body" calligraphy is unique in the world. Huizong is also a collector and connoisseur of paintings, and his painting ability is not bad. He was also a master of the tea ceremony, a connoisseur of antiques and jade, and respected Taoism all his life.

It can be said that in addition to the fact that he did not do a good job in the profession of "emperor", he is really a talented artist.

Huizong reminisced about the past in the Five Kingdoms City, mixed for three years, and died of illness. Qinzong Zhao Huan was extremely sad, and his body and mind were hit hard.

Kissing his father is not only his only little friend, but also his last spiritual sustenance. At least it was a shield he used to resist Yang Xiaohai's accusations. Now it's okay, and he is left alone to play widowhood and loneliness.

In March 1142 of the Earth Calendar, the relationship between Song and Jin companies eased. Concubine Wei Xian tasted all the humiliation and returned to the Song Dynasty from the Five Kingdoms City. When he was leaving, Qinzong grabbed the wheel and pleaded bitterly.

Ask her to tell Gao Zong, the president of the Southern Song Dynasty Company, that if she can return to the New Song Company, it will be enough for her to be the master of the Taiyi Palace. This move once again refreshed the old otaku's perception of shamelessness.

Sure enough, President Gaozong was very worried that his brother would come back and compete with him for the company's number one position. On the surface, they shouted to welcome back the Hui and Qin Emperors, but in their hearts, they wished they would die in a foreign land.

Throughout his life, he had been negotiating peace with the gold company, and had no intention of recovering his homeland. In June 1156 of the Earth Star Calendar, Zhao Huan, who was left to fend for himself, finally fell ill and died.

However, it was not until 1161, five years later, that the news of the death reached the New Song Company in the south. Gaozong was in pain on the surface, but he cheered in his heart, "Finally, no one is grabbing the dragon chair with me!" ”。

In July, the name of the temple was "Emperor Gongwen Shunde Renxiao", and the temple name was Qinzong. And his literary Lao Tzu is nicknamed "Emperor Shengwen Rende Xianxiao", and the temple name is Huizong.

Regarding Zhao Huan's death, the old otaku has something to say. In June 1156, on a certain day, the wind and the sun were beautiful, and the sun was high. The old otaku was drowsy in Zhao Huan's sea of consciousness.

It was this state of being asleep and waking up that allowed him to spend the year like a day and pass a lot of time. Sometimes it's just a moment of confusion, and a hundred days have passed. Suddenly, I heard someone summoning Zhao Huan, saying that President Jin was not bright in person.

It is said that this lord is cruel and easy to kill, but he is majestic and strategic, and he is quite good (this Han style is not the other Han style). Zhao Huan didn't dare to slack off, and dragged his sick body full of holes to greet him.

He followed the messenger until he stopped in an open field. It turned out that he was watching polo, and some people said that the Han people had the skill to control horses, so they ordered someone to call Qinzong to play.

Qinzong Zhao Huan has been devastated by the harsh environment until now, and he has long been weak and suffering from severe wind diseases. The most important thing is that Zhao Huan is not good at equestrianism. I wanted to excuse myself based on this, but after listening to Yan Buliang's words: "I refuse to resist the horse, but I am a maid every day?" It is difficult for me to be strong, even so, take the root of Rusao, and you can retreat! ”

Hearing this, Zhao Huan clamped his legs and expressed his wish to hit the polo. Someone brought the tall blue-maned horse to him. Zhao Huan trembled and climbed onto the horse, and soon fell off his hand, trampled to death by the iron hooves of the chaotic horse.

Fluttering and flickering, the old otaku slowly ascended to heaven with a wisp of remnant soul. "Zhao Huan and the others are not so guilty, they deserve to die, right?"

Feeling the fate of the two goods, the old otaku was suddenly touched. I remember that in his limited student days, he also met such people. When they encounter difficulties, they do not think about how to face them, but passively accept or compromise in progress.

To put it bluntly, this kind of person is hypohectic, and it doesn't matter whether it's male or female. But in fact, even if dignity and even personality are abandoned, they can often only be exchanged for contempt and even humiliation.

It is because they have been suffering from gains and losses that they do not have the integrity of "rather being broken than being a complete tile"; It's just that they're afraid of this and that, so they can't shout the slogan: "Orcs will never be slaves".

was thinking about himself, his body sank, and then he fell down violently. "What's this called? I haven't meowed to the place yet, have I? The old otaku, who had three "ascensions" experience, sighed indignantly.

This time he "soared", he didn't see the colorful river of time at all. Why is it so ...... this time? What about the rush?

As soon as he floated up, he was dragged down after a few shakes in the air. Yang Xiaohai was depressed and puzzled: dare to love "soul wear" and "silent vibration" mode? What is he without a body? 5G signal?

The strong falling force doesn't matter what Yang Xiaohai thinks. In the sound of the whirring wind, there was a sudden pause, and then the sound gradually became clear.

The old otaku muttered indispensably: Okay, I'm convinced. I can't resist it anyway, so I love it. Isn't it just a continuous "fast wear", what is it? Do you have what it takes to make my soul fly?

Don't you have to keep me possessed? Which hero is you wearing this time? Or the Emperor? Come on, come on, whatever you want, I'll just do it! If you want to kill me, hurry up, grinding and chirping is also annoying.

was hit by the ancestor's natural power "reincarnation", and he was so frightened and uneasy that he could change others. The old otaku is good, the most profound feeling of the strange experience is not horror, let alone despair, but deep impatience! Its nerves are large, and the depth of the skill of the hob meat can be seen from this.

Perhaps the presence in the dark heard the complaints. This "soul piercing", there is neither the loss of consciousness of memory irrigation, nor the strong feeling of vertigo.

Almost from the sky, he was enlightened. When you open your eyes, you can immediately take in the scenery around you.

It's a small hillside. Beneath is loess, surrounded by lush greenery, full of flowers and trees. It depends on the situation, there should be no doubt in the wild. I can hear the neighing of people, and it is very lively.

"It's not going to be worn on Zhao Huan and his old son, right?" The old otaku had palpitations, and he still remembered Jingkang's shame. Just as I was about to take a closer look, I suddenly felt a pain in my stomach, and a rush of urine rushed to my mind.

"Assie, it's time to rush. I don't know how much water this Lord drank before, why is he in such a hurry? The strong urge to urinate urged the old otaku to quickly find a convenient place.

In a hurry, I suddenly saw a slightly simple double carriage standing quietly on the side of the road. The old otaku fell in love with it at a glance. Just because the carriage is covered with silk on all sides, it is impermeable in the hot summer. If there is a bucket in the compartment, isn't it a simple toilet?

Yang Xiaohai ran to the carriage and left. He didn't want to think about how he could have a pair of horse-drawn mobile toilets in the wild. As soon as he took two steps, something stumbled. The incident happened suddenly, and the old otaku who lost his center of gravity danced and fell violently. In his ears, he heard a tactful and coquettish exclamation: "Ai ...... West ......"

Although it is yellow earth, there are still lumps of soil. Yang Xiaohai only felt that his heart was in pain. Coupled with a real fall, he immediately lost his breath.

Lying on the ground, suddenly a small hand deftly went around the shoulder and pierced out from under the ribs. Then, the old otaku was pulled up by the seemingly weak, but actually powerful softness.

Looking at the slender fingers, the old otaku remembered "Xiao Weizi". As soon as he rolled his eyes, he looked at the owner of the hand.

"Whew...... That's right. Definitely not a rabbit. Facing the exquisiteness in front of him, the old otaku subconsciously made an evaluation.

"Slaves and maids deserve death. Xing'er shouldn't have gone to get the mat, and asked the concubine to punish her. The voice is crisp, and there is a girlish fragrance. Yang Xiaohai raised his head when he heard the sound, only to see a girl with palace makeup, who was supporting herself with a worried face.

Before Yang Xiaohai could speak, the girl raised her chin and said to the left and right: "A group of useless eaters, a bunch of young and wise pickled talents." But as soon as I turned around, I made my mother stumble. Isn't there chaos, and the thief's heart is overflowing? You must know that Niangniang only needs a few words, and she can ask for a guy waiting for you to eat! ”

The girl's voice is like a nightingale, the words are crisp and beautiful. But the color is strong and inward, and the momentum is obviously insufficient.