Whoosh——! a ringing arrow pierced the silence of the moonlit night.

At the head of the city of Yashan Tucheng, a general was leading his men to inspect, and the sound of the arrow rose in front of him, and the castration gradually slowed down, and he was about to fall, he reached out and twisted his two fingers lightly, and sandwiched the arrow between his index finger and middle finger.

The silver moonlight shone on his face, and there was a deep scar on the left side of his face, and the whole face was as angular as if it had been cut by a knife, and the long hair under his chin swayed gently with the night breeze, which looked particularly majestic.

He stared at the arrow, an ordinary rattling arrow with a letter stuck in it. Who shot from below? The earth city is not high, and it shoots impartially from below to the head of the city, and the strength is not light or heavy, but it stops in front of him for a moment, so that he can easily catch it, which shows that the archery shooter is very superb.

Although he admired it in his heart, he snorted coldly nonchalantly: "Fetch the torch." ”

The pawn fetched a torch. The general took down the letter, threw the feather arrow down the city, and with a snap, he heard a shout not far from the city: "Good divine power, admire and admire!"

Then the sound of horses' hooves went farther and farther away.

The general ignored it with a tiger face, unfolded the letter paper, and read by the light of the torch: "Wenshan persuaded the Song soldiers to surrender early?"

The general couldn't help but be surprised, Wen Shan is the self-name of the right Cheng Wen Tianxiang, could it be that Prime Minister Wen has already surrendered to the Tartars? But how could it be?

He was suspicious of the letter, this matter was very important, and the letter should be handed over to the prime minister and the Taifu for review. After thinking about it, he ordered his subordinates to guard the city, and he ran towards the emperor's palace.

It is said that the palace is just a few thatched houses, and there are only these few thatched houses in the whole Yashan, compared with the splendid pavilions and pavilions before the Great Song Dynasty, it is really a world of difference, but the repair is not bad, and it will not leak when it rains lightly.

Even such a thatched hut was specially built by Zhang Shijie for Emperor Zhao Yu. Some of the other soldiers and officials set up tents, some lived in boats, and some were old and weak, and they could only sleep in the open air. Who would have thought that the once prosperous Great Song Dynasty would end up like this.

At this time, in the palace, the Taifu Zhang Shijie and the Zuo Prime Minister Lu Xiufu were discussing with the concubine, and the eight-year-old emperor Zhao Yu was dozing off on the concubine's lap, saliva flowed down the corners of her mouth to the concubine's skirt, but the concubine didn't realize it, just sat on the chair and cried.

At that time, the war was tense, and the front hall of the palace was regarded as the golden palace, and the concubine and the hundred officials avoided the complexity and discussed the military situation here, but how did she do it as a weak woman, the major events were all handled by Zhang Shijie and Lu Xiufu, and the military affairs were handed over to the Jiang family, and the commander of the Jiang family's army, Jiang Wanzai, had already been martyred, and now the main thing was the general Jiang Cheng who was patrolling the city just now.

Zhang Shijie saw that the concubine was anxious, so he persuaded: "The concubine doesn't have to be sad, Prime Minister Wen is resourceful, and there will be no trouble......"

Before he finished speaking, Lu Xiufu got up from his chair and said: "Taifu's words are wrong, he has been trapped for many days, if he doesn't send troops to rescue, even if he is resourceful, I am afraid he will not escape death." I hope that the concubine will quickly descend and send rescue troops as soon as possible. ”

Zhang Shijie said: "Now that the Tartar soldiers are coming to the city, then Li Heng is a descendant of Western Xia, brave and brave, if you send reinforcements now, who will protect the concubine and the emperor, and although our army has 200,000, but most of the old, weak, sick and disabled, what are the guarantees that we will be able to rescue Prime Minister Wen?"

Lu Xiufu shook the sleeve of his court robe, put one hand behind his back, and pointed to the north with a trembling other straight hand: "If you don't rescue, the Great Song Dynasty will only sit and wait for death, whether it is short or long, sooner or later it will be ...... by the Tartars."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Shijie shouted, stood up, and pointed at Lu Xiufu with two fingers: "Enough, you ......" The two fingers stopped in the air, but they kept trembling, but they couldn't speak.

This shout was like thunder, shaking the grass hut and buzzing, scaring the little emperor to wake up from his dream, he wiped his saliva with his sleeve, and didn't look at who was below, and said blindfolded: "Noisy to death, noisy to death, who is so bold and disturbing my good dreams?"

The two ministers immediately knelt down, saying that the ministers deserved to die, and kept kowtowing. Seeing that the emperor was so ignorant of the world, he only knew that he was sleepy, and he thought that the mother and son were lonely and unsafe, so he was speechless and cried even more.

The two ministers were still only prostrating constantly. Zhang Shijie is the little emperor's teacher, so the little emperor respects him more, and when he sees that he is kneeling, he will no longer pursue it.

Suddenly, a big man outside the door ran in with the wind, and said as he ran: "Oh no, no!"

This person is none other than Jiang Cheng, the general at the head of the city. He didn't care about kowtowing to the concubine and the emperor, and pulled up the two people kneeling on the ground, "Prime Minister Wen has surrendered!"

The two were shocked when they heard this, and Lu Xiufu just stood up and fell down again.

Zhao Hao clapped his hands and laughed, and the concubine immediately covered his mouth, looked at Zhang Shijie with her eyes, and showed an apologetic expression.

Zhang Shijie didn't pay attention to the actions of the emperor and the concubine because the news brought by Jiang Cheng was too serious, and instead said to Jiang Cheng: "What, is this true......? He's been defeated?"

Lu Xiufu also said: "There is no way, this kind of person is not this kind of person." (Doing good is Wen Tianxiang's word)

Jiang Cheng handed the letter to the two of them, "Look for yourself, I haven't had time to open it yet." ”

The two saw that the envelope was written on it: Wen Shan persuaded Song Bing to surrender early, and sure enough, it was Wen Tianxiang's handwriting. Lu Xiufu still didn't believe it, so he opened the envelope and took out the stationery inside, and saw a poem written on it:

After a hard encounter, there are few stars around.

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is fluttering, and the life experience is ups and downs.

The panicked beachhead said panic, and the zero ding sighed in the ocean.

Who has not died in life since ancient times?

"How can this be, this poem clearly shows loyalty to the Great Song Dynasty, but ......" Lu Xiufu said strangely, and felt that something was wrong when he said this.

Zhang Shijie and Jiang Cheng also rushed over to watch, and only after a while did they say, "I don't know what Prime Minister Lu Daowen means?"

Jiang Cheng said: "I see that Prime Minister Wen did not surrender, there must be fraud in it." Envelopes and letters have completely different meanings. ”

Zhang Shijie presented the letter to the concubine and Zhao Yu, "Please long live." ”

The concubine read the letter, and listened to the conversation between the three ministers, and suddenly felt at a loss, and said to Lu Xiufu: "What does Lu Qing think?"

Lu Xiufu tightened his eyebrows and pondered for a moment: "Concubine Qiyu, this letter clearly shows the intention of doing good, telling us not to surrender, but the envelope is persuaded to surrender, thinking that it is forced by the Tartars to write this letter, but he refuses to lose the integrity of the Great Song Dynasty, and deliberately writes the envelope like this in order to hide people's eyes and ears." ”

Zhang Shijie immediately retorted: "Since it is too risky to hide people's eyes and ears, if the Tartars have someone who knows Chinese, it will not invite death, how can this letter be easily sent to our army?"

Jiang Cheng also said: "Yes, and the person who sent the letter just now seems to have extraordinary martial arts, and his archery skills are very good." It seems that there are a lot of people in the Tartar camp who can fight habitually, but I don't know who this person is. ”

Zhao Yu suddenly interjected: "Didn't you see clearly?"

Jiang Cheng replied: "Your Majesty, the minister only saw a black shadow in the dark night, short in stature, not like a Tartar general. ”

Lu Xiufu said: "It's strange in this way, maybe there is a good arrangement in the Tartar army, and it is not known." ”

The concubine sighed: "I hope so, I hope that the ancestors of the Great Song Dynasty will bless our mother and son through this difficulty." Then he began to sob again. The ministers couldn't help but persuade again.

Several people discussed for a long time, but they all felt that there was no way to retreat from the enemy, and Wen Tianxiang's letter also made them very puzzled.

After Lu Xiufu walked out of the palace gate, he turned to Jiang Cheng who was following behind him and said: "The Tartars have not attacked the city in the past few days, I don't know what conspiracy there is in the road, the general must not be careless, the calmer it is, the more dangerous it is." ”

Jiang Cheng replied to the sky with his hand: "The Jiang family is full of loyalty, please rest assured, the prime minister would rather die in battle than let the Tartars enter the cliff mountain." ”

Lu Xiufu smiled bitterly: "It's hard to ...... you"

He secretly thought in his heart: Is the Great Song Dynasty really exhausted, even so, as Song Chen, we should do our best to die, if the Great Song Dynasty dies, it is also fate, and then we can only follow Wen Tianxiang as Wen Tianxiang said, "Keep Dan and take care of the sweat."

Jiang Cheng saw Lu Xiufu thoughtful and asked, "What else does the prime minister command? Prime Minister?"

As if he hadn't heard, Lu Xiufu sighed again, shook his head and walked towards his big tent.

Mrs. Lu Xiufu's son, named Lu Ya, is eight years old this year, the same year as Emperor Zhao Yu, who is teaching Lu Xiufu to read and write. His name was taken after coming to Yashan, and he used to be called a milk name, and Lu Xiufu knew that maybe Yashan was the place where the whole family was buried. To the south is the sea, if the Song soldiers still can't turn defeat into victory, they will either be wiped out by the Mongols, or swallowed by the vast sea, he only hopes that he can be put to death in Yashan and reborn. If he can't, he will be martyred, so he named his son Lu Ya to commemorate it, but I don't know if this bit of blood of the Lu family can be preserved.

At this time, Lu Ya was reading the "Three Character Classic" decently, and the way she shook her head made Mrs. Lu laugh for a while, if time could stay at this moment, how good it would be, maybe the husband is not the prime minister's family can enjoy this family forever, but how can the Mongolian iron hoof stop for the beauty of this moment? Although she has been displaced with her husband, suffering far more than joy, but why do you still love him without abandoning? Yes, he has worked hard for the country and the people for half his life, and he is a great husband and a wife, shouldn't he be able to solve problems for him? I hope that the Great Song Dynasty will really have a day of revival, and then my husband can also accompany me to study with my children.

Lu Ya on the side saw his mother looking at him attentively, and his reading voice raised a tone again, he didn't know how complicated Mrs. Lu's mood was at the moment. As he read, he playfully stretched out his little hand and shook it in front of his mother's eyes. said mischievously: "Mother, what are you doing in a daze?"

Mrs. Lu said: "Little ghost, you read your book well, my mother is listening." ”

Lu Ya squeezed his eyes and stuck out his tongue: "What's the use of studying? I don't want to study, I imagine Uncle Jiang Cheng learning martial arts to fight Tartars like that." ”

Mrs. Lu reprimanded with a smile: "Don't talk nonsense......"

Before he finished speaking, Lu Xiufu's voice came from outside the tent: "Ambition!"

As soon as the curtain was lifted, Lu Xiufu stepped in, squatted down and grabbed his son's hand and said: "The Tartars have to fight, and the books have to be read, and in the future, you will become a great hero with all-round talents in civil and military affairs, so as to make meritorious contributions to the Great Song Dynasty." ”

It turned out that Lu Xiufu had come back a long time ago, and he couldn't bear to disturb Lu Ya when he heard Lu Ya reading loudly, and he had been eavesdropping outside the door. What Lu Ya said was very ambitious, so he couldn't help but come in and praise a few words.

When Mrs. Lu saw her husband coming back, she immediately took off her battle robe for him, because the war was very tight at that time, so both civil and military officials were wearing military uniforms, and Lu Xiufu also wore a piece of armor although he was a civilian official.

Lu Xiufu saw that his wife was going to change his clothes for him, so he waved his hand, "Madame, there has been no movement in Tartar recently, I guess there may be some big moves, I am not very relieved, I will go to the city to inspect later." ”

Mrs. Lu nodded: "Yes, yes." She is virtuous and virtuous, and she never disobeys her husband, but she only knows that what her husband does must be right, but her expression is still a little unhappy.

Lu Xiufu has been married to her for many years, how can she not notice it, so she comforted: "Madam, I will be back soon, and when the war is over, I can spend more time with you and Ya'er." ”

Madame smiled and said no more. I thought to myself: I don't know when that day will be.

I didn't know that Lu Ya heard it clearly next to him, jumped to his feet and shouted: "Daddy take me there, Daddy take me there, I've never been to the city tower, I don't know what it's like on the road." ”

Madame said: "Don't mess around, Daddy is very busy." ”

Lu Ya still quibbled: "Daddy, I'm going to the city to take a look, and in the future, I will know how Lu Dao will be a general, and how Lu Dao will fight Tartars?"

When Lu Xiufu heard this, he thought that this little ghost was very eccentric, but he just wanted to go out and have fun, but he found so many reasons, and it was good to think about it, so he let him have a long experience as soon as possible. Then he said: "Little ghost, you have a lot of ghost ideas...... In that case, Daddy will take you on a tour of the camp today. ”

One big and one small came to the city, and there was a sentry every ten steps on the city, and when they saw Lu Xiufu coming, they gave a salute, and Lu Xiufu waved his hand and told them not to.

Lu Ya saw that his father was solemn and solemn, and those guards were respectful and respectful, and he thought it was funny, and he had never seen the majesty of Lu Xiufu when he was inspecting, so he also stiffened his face and waved his hand like Lu Xiufu. When the soldiers saw him, they didn't dare to laugh, so they had to endure it, but this eased the tension here a lot.

Lu Xiufu took Lu Ya to see Jiang Cheng again, greeted him a few words, instructed him to strengthen his vigilance, etc., Jiang Cheng said yes one by one, he also liked it when he saw Lu Ya, and broke off the feathers on a bow and arrow and stuck it on his head.

Lu Ya was very happy, "Uncle Jiang, I am so angry wearing this feather." ”

Jiang Cheng smiled bitterly, he couldn't imagine that in this war-torn era, a small feather could make a child so happy.

Lu Xiufu said goodbye to Jiang Cheng, and inspected the entire city again, and it was almost dawn at this time, so he said to Lu Ya: "Little ghost, let's go back, I didn't expect it to be so late." ”

Lu Ya pointed to the highest hill bag with his feather, and said, "Daddy, I want to go there and have a look, I can see farther there." ”

Lu Xiufu thought that it was good, and he might be able to see the movements of the Mongolian barracks when he went there.

The two climbed the hill, Lu Xiufu looked into the distance, and saw the lights of the Mongolian barracks on the wilderness, which seemed to be much more than before, and thought: Li Hengjiu has been attacking the cliff mountain for a long time, and the Tartar reinforcements are afraid that they have arrived.

Today is the fifteenth, a bright moon hangs high in the sky, the moonlight is like water sprinkled on the silent Yashan mountain city, the night wind pushes the sea behind him, patting the coast wave by wave, Lu Ya seems to be attracted by this moonlight, with a feather in his mouth, tilting his head and staring intently into the distance, at this moment is so quiet, but Lu Hideo's heart seems to have a dark cloud, which is coming down from the depths of the sky, I am afraid that an unprecedented storm is coming.