Jinling lecture martial arts hall, Humble Administrator's Garden, midsummer night, dead of night.

There was no light in the imperial study, the room was pitch black, Zhao Hong sat on a chair, closed his eyes and meditated in the dark.

The sea crane is a farewell, and it survives for thirty autumns.

Now a few lines of tears, alone on the south building of the station.

In recent days, he has been especially attached to his relatives in that life. He also knows that under the pressure of life, many of them don't really love themselves that much, but they always have more or less warmth.

Now he seems to lack these warmth, those flavors that make him feel warm in his life.

Now he is alone, with no friends, no relatives, and even no lover.

Ever since he sat on the dragon chair of the Great Song Emperor, he has been destined to live a lonely life.

He also tried to drink with Tian Yi, Xu Liang and others, and wanted to dig out his heart and lungs, but found that they were already his own courtiers, covered by clouds and mountains, and were in awe, and they only said three points, and they couldn't go back to the past.

Perhaps, this is the helplessness of the emperor.

His women are all kinds of people, each with their own thoughts.

Zhou Xiuniang is gentle and gentle, and she is a peacemaker who will not offend anyone. Their lives are too plain and respectful of each other, but they lack a sense of heart.

Cuizhu is simple-minded, and a little rich is a small jasper. Being a silly sister seems to make him more acceptable.

Jia Rujin is good at dancing with long sleeves, considerate, and you are important in keeping your duty, although she is a little careful, it seems to be human nature.

Jia Rujin......

Zhao Hong couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart.

Jia Bijin died of cardiac arrest when he gave birth, and he hurried back to Lin'an City, but he couldn't see him for the last time. The doctors tried their best, but they couldn't save it. Jia Bijin has already given birth, and there is a high probability that it is not a difficult birth, it should be a heart problem.

In history, Jia Guifei entered the palace as the concubine of Zhao Yun of Song Lizong, and she also died at a young age. I don't know if it's because of heart disease.

Tenderness is like water, and the best period is like a dream. Jia Nijin's life was as short as a meteor, which made him sigh with emotion.

This tender harem concubine, is she happy?

As for Yang Yi, he went back to the palace after leaving, and after taking some money, he went back to Yang's house in Xiaoshan. The two have parted ways, each with their own destiny, and he does not have the mood to reunite after breaking the mirror.

Li Weiming was depressed because of the annexation of Western Xia by the Great Song Dynasty, and he was a stranger to Zhao Hong, and he didn't know where he went after leaving, and Zhao Hong didn't bother to ask.

As an emperor, life is too short, he doesn't have time to think so much, he has his things to do, he has his responsibilities as an emperor.

As for Wan Yanchun, who he liked for the first time, the moment he accused him, he already had a mustard in his heart.

As a Han person, as the emperor of thousands of Han people, is he wrong to restore the former glory of the Han people and lead the Han people to the road of national prosperity and people's strength?

After returning to Jinling from Lin'an City, Zhao Hong was alone, and Wan Yanchun did not live with Zhao Hong. This may be a tacit understanding between the two, tacitly. Without passion, the two of them calculate separately, such a life is embarrassing, helpless, and boring.

When he returned to reason, he felt that he was superficial, judging people by their appearance, and being obsessed with their minds, how shallow and absurd they were.

Only his children can still give him some warmth and make him feel that he is still a flesh and blood person. But in a few years, when they grow up, he may have to return to his original state of being alone.

Life is lonely, birth, old age, sickness and death, natural reincarnation, why take it too seriously?

When his personal emotional life was in shambles, he seemed to have reached an unprecedented peak in terms of his domestic political influence, his political career, and his prestige at home and abroad.

The battle of Guanzhong broke the myth of the invincibility of the Mongol army, and also made his military ability mythologized, and all the famous generals and ministers were overshadowed by it.

His poems have been read by thousands of young people, and the legendary stories are familiar to young soldiers and students, and they are praised as the "saviors" of the Great Song Dynasty and the "Emperor of the Ages" throughout the ages.

He led the Great Song Dynasty to embark on the road of strengthening the country, and was feared by overseas countries.

is still a little bit, when he leads the Great Song Dynasty to restore his homeland, not only can he revive the Great Song Dynasty and lead a Han dynasty to the peak, he will also be the leader of the world and be worshiped by the whole world.

But he is only a young man, and if he doesn't fight vigorously, what is the point of his rebirth? Even if he did, his countless admirers wouldn't.

He couldn't afford to live up to the disappointment of thousands of Song people.

The strong enemy has not been destroyed, and the state affairs have been disturbed, and it seems that it is far from the time when Ma Fang Nanshan.

The "Suez Canal" excavated by Egypt, the reclamation of Africa and Australia, and the New World of America being explored by the Great Song Fleet......

Not to mention, the Jin Kingdom has not been destroyed, and there is the upcoming Northern Expedition!

The sound of the watch sounded, and it seemed that it was already the fourth watch of the rooster. Dizzy, Zhao Hong stood up, went over to open the door, and walked out.

The fresh air outside the door made him feel refreshed.

"Your Majesty!"

Seeing Zhao Hong come out, the forbidden soldiers on night duty outside the door saluted together.

Zhao Hong nodded lightly and left with his back hand.

The forbidden soldiers looked at each other and followed from afar.

Aimlessly, he walked aimlessly, walked out of the Humble Administrator's Garden, passed through the teaching area of the Jinling Lecture Hall, and arrived at the location of the large school field.

The teaching field was quiet, the lights on the side of the road were faint, the breeze was blowing, the leaves were rattling, and the air was fresh, which cheered Zhao Hong up a lot.

Since the establishment of Jinling Jiangwutang, this soil has given birth to tens of thousands of Jiangwutang graduates. These young people were born and died in Biansai, and they were bloody, and they didn't know how much they sacrificed, so that the Great Song Dynasty had a slightly quieter situation today.

A glass of turbid wine is thousands of miles away, and Yan Ran has no plan.

The soldiers on the border fortress, many of them should still be guarding the city wall, sleepless all night, guarding the frontier of the Great Song Dynasty and protecting the safety of thousands of people of the Great Song Dynasty.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the Great Song Dynasty looked to him as their leader, and thousands of young people in the Great Song Dynasty took him as their leader and example.

Feeling that there seemed to be a strange sound behind him, Zhao Hong subconsciously turned his head, and with the light emitted by the street lamp, dozens of steps away were full of figures, black and pressing, all of them were the students of the Jinling Martial Arts Hall. They looked at Zhao Hong, and their eyes were full of admiration.

"You ......"

Zhao Hong was slightly stunned, and his words stopped abruptly.

When the words came to his lips, he didn't know what to say.

"Headmaster, take care of your health!"

A thin black student in the front row spoke, kneeling down on one knee.

"Headmaster, take care!"

The young trainees knelt down on one knee together, speaking in unison, and some even shed tears.

The emperor who was like a god in his mind frowned and his face was haggard, which made the hearts of these young fans ache.

"Good! Get up and go back! I'm going to have classes at dawn! ”

Zhao Hong's heart unconsciously warmed up.

Only these enthusiastic young people can make him feel the meaning of life.

"Headmaster, the day of the Northern Expedition is coming, take care of your health. Let me wait for the students to go with the army, fight for the country, and share the worries of the principal! ”

Another black strong student in the front row spoke, looking expectant.

A Northern Expedition ignited the enthusiasm of all young people.

"This ...... I'm afraid not. You are still students and have not yet graduated. It's still about academics. There are three or four hundred thousand Song Ruishi in the Northern Expedition, and there is no shortage of you! ”

Zhao Hong shook his head and flatly refused.

100,000 youths and 100,000 troops. But the Great Song Dynasty has not yet reached the point where young students are going to charge into battle.

"Principal, half of the mathematicians in the first phase of Jinling Lecture Wutang graduated ahead of schedule, just to protect their families and defend the country and resist foreign aggression. Now the Northern Expedition is about to happen, which is related to the foundation of our Great Song Dynasty and washed away the century-old shame of our Great Song Dynasty. I, a student of Jinling Lecture Martial Arts Hall, how can I study with peace of mind? Please ask the principal to let me enlist in the army immediately, serve the country, and share the principal's worries! ”

The black and thin student knelt on one knee, clenched his fists and pleaded, as if tears flashed in his eyes.

"Please let me wait for the army to enlist and share the principal's worries!"

All the other students knelt down on one knee and clasped their fists together, all of them with hot eyes and many with moist eyes.

"But have you ever thought about it, you haven't been on the battlefield yet, and you don't have the experience of fighting on the battlefield. The battlefield is fierce, the sword and gun have no eyes, but it is going to die! ”

Zhao Hong's heart warmed up, and he said solemnly.

The enthusiasm of young people always touches people, makes people feel hope, and the hope of the country and the nation to rise up.

"Principal, for the country and the people, loyal to the country. We will take your teachings to heart. Fighting for a powerful Great Song Dynasty, we are not afraid of dying in battle. If you die on the battlefield, although you die glorious, you will die without regrets! ”

The black strong student hurriedly said, tears in his eyes.

"Although death is still glorious, death has no regrets!"

The students spoke together and spoke in unison. It seems that he will not give up until he achieves his goal.

"Good, good! My children! ”

Zhao Hong raised his head to prevent his tears from falling.

He was only thirty years old, but he was sentimental. The Son of Heaven was furious, bleeding and drifting, and had millions of corpses, he didn't seem to be such a hero.

Zhao Hong thought for a moment, and then said:

"In this way, after you go back, you will register at the school office, and those who are willing to participate in the Northern Expedition will be divided into various armies according to their disciplines. However, you all remember to fight bravely and try to live as well as possible. Do you agree that your semester will be increased by half a year? ”

"Principal Xie! Long live the principal! Banzai! Hooray! ”

The students were overjoyed, spoke together, stood up, and everyone saluted and said in unison.

"Headmaster, take care!"

"Go ahead!"

Zhao Hong was confused, and waved his hand to see the students leave.

Soon, the lights in the dormitory area were lit up one after another, and the cheers came one after another, shaking the darkness of the lecture hall.