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Chapter 1265 Bianjing
By June 22, the weather was very hot.

All the doors and windows in Luocheng Palace have been opened.

Li Xia sat there on business, his clothes were still wet with sweat from boredom.

"Your Majesty, Marshal Zhang has sent a messenger."

Hearing this notification, Li Xia summoned him immediately.

Soon, the messenger came in, but there were two letters handed over, except Zhang Jue's, and the other one was from Lu Wenhuan.

In the battle of Nanyang, most of the soldiers of the Yuan army were captured or beheaded by Zhang Jue, so Lu Wenhuan hoped that the Tang army could share some credit with him.He believed that those heads and their capture would have little effect on Li Xia, so he proposed to trade with Li Xia on the condition of ceding the cities of Nanyang.

Li Xia thought for a while, and could already guess how Lu Wenhuan would report to Song Ting.

First of all, he would definitely not mention the defeat to Zhang Jue in Luoyang, he would only say that he was about to win a big victory, but after learning about Weng Yinglong and Huang Gongshao's surrender to Li Xia, in order to prevent changes in Beijing and Lake, he had to withdraw his troops overnight and return to Nanyang.Besides, the Yuan army lost to the Tang army in Zhengzhou at this time, so Boyan tore up the covenant and led his army south to obtain compensation from the Song Dynasty. In desperation, he had to defeat Boyan and beheaded a large number of Yuan troops.

No matter how Lu Wenhuan fought in the war, there was absolutely no shortage of people in the Lu family who could be officials.In short, when the time comes to report the performance, Song Ting will definitely reward him.

Li Xia had just occupied the north of the Huaihe River now, and was eager to mobilize Zhang Jue's troops to withdraw from the war with Song Ting and go north as soon as possible, so he would not suffer a loss from trading with Lu Wenhuan.

But he was not satisfied with the conditions.

After thinking about it, he picked up a pen and wrote a reply to Zhang Jue.

The content is also simple. First, let the Song army trade grain and grass, and here you can give Boyan's head and handsome flag.Let Zhang Jue urge Lu Wenhuan to return to Xiangyang, and then he can return to his teacher immediately.

For the time being, the situation on the Nanyang battlefield is like this...

While he was busy with this, footsteps sounded behind him.

Li Xia was in a daze and didn't bother to pay attention, when he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing over his back, bringing some coolness.

Looking back, I saw Zhao Jin standing there with a plantain fan in his arms, and asked with a smile, "Are you comfortable? In the past, others would hold the fan for me, but today I will be your little maid holding the fan."

Looking at Li Xia, two blushes appeared on her face.

She has only recently started to be shy in front of him, but she used to be generous and even a bit arrogant, which is definitely not the case.

After being watched by Li Xia for a long time, she gave him a light thump.

"What to look at, I hate it."

Li Xia then smiled, turned her head away from looking at her, and said, "You don't need to fan, you don't feel too heavy to panic."

"It's not heavy."

"It's not good for others to see it. After all, it's wartime. When you look back, all the officials and generals will be fanned by others."

"Well, I just want to find an excuse to come and see you." Zhao Jin put down the banana fan, looked at the map on his case for a while, but couldn't understand it, and said: "You are really different from being an emperor and my father." Same."

"Because they are the emperor to enjoy the blessing."

"Isn't that right? What kind of emperor don't enjoy life?"

"Enjoying good fortune is second to none. Being an emperor is a lofty ambition."

When Li Xia said this, she really didn't think about enjoying happiness in her heart.

But as soon as the words were out of his mouth, he touched Zhao Jin's smooth and delicate hands... He had to admit that, in fact, it was because he had enjoyed all the blessings he could enjoy, and he had long since despised those material needs when he lived so long Well, it's not all noble.

After all, Zhao Jin had never seen the world, so he was a little bluffed by Li Xia and asked, "What kind of lofty ambition?"

"Thousands of ages. For example, when people in future generations mention us, they will be thankful that the cause we have done has allowed civilization to be passed on, and the country is stable, strong, rich, and vast. When people think of us for generations to come, they will be proud, not humiliated."

Because this was said to Zhao Jin, Li Xia was willing to tell her what was in his heart.

He finally said: "In my opinion, to be an emperor should at least have this kind of ambition. And so many officials, soldiers, and common people are doing things for this ambition, and the emperor has to do things for them."

Zhao Jin fell silent, and couldn't help but wonder, will future generations feel pride or humiliation when they mention her father?
With such thoughts in her mind, she found that she understood Li Xia better, and she was more relieved.

She put her arms around Li Xia's neck and said, "Then I won't be playful in the future, and I won't just care about enjoying myself. I'm not that kind of willful princess, um, I'm just a little bit willful."

"Okay, I'm just a little playful." Li Xia said, "Go and clean up, we're going to Kaifeng soon."

"Stay a little longer..."

A short while later, another announcement sounded outside the hall.

Zhao Jin hurriedly ran away from behind, so as not to be bumped into and say that Li Xia dotes on his beloved concubine and delays business.

This was a common thing in the Song court before, and Zhao Yun was often persuaded because he saw his concubine during the day, but he just ignored it.

~~
Coming out of the small hall although it was called Luocheng Palace, Zhao Jin went all the way back to the backyard, and saw Zhang Wenjing leading Zhang Wenwan and Han Qiaoer there sorting out the documents.

Zhao Jin decided to get rid of his playful temper, so he hurried over.

"I'll help too."

"Here we come." Zhang Wenjing said, "It happens that I have something to arrange, so you can help me sort it out, okay?"

"Okay."

Zhao Jin sat down beside Zhang Wenwan.

Because both of them are lively and playful, they had the best time in the past few days.

"Let me tell you, His Majesty said that we are going to Kaifeng soon."

"Humph."

Zhang Wenwan snorted and moved aside, not wanting to talk to Zhao Jin.

Zhao Jin moved over again and asked, "Why?"

"Don't come close." Zhang Wenwan didn't hide it at all, and said, "I hate you."

"What happened to me?"

"Hmph, you usually say that my brother-in-law is boring, but you have such thoughts in your heart. I thought you were a straightforward person, but you turned out to be a scheming little girl."

"You're a stinky girl." Zhao Jin was also the master who refused to suffer, and countered: "The daughter of Wu Fu's family is just a failure to teach."

"Who are you talking about?!" Zhang Wenwan was furious, her eyes widened in anger, she stood up and said, "If you have the ability to fight, what's the point of chattering?"

"I won't fight with you." Zhao Jin was a little timid immediately, "Qiaoer, look at her."

"Qiaoer, who are you helping?" Zhang Wenwan immediately looked at Han Qiaoer, "If you help her, I will never play with you again."

"Han Qiaoer, you have to think clearly about our friendship."

Han Qiaoer was staring at them in a daze, but when she heard Zhao Jin's words, she blushed and got up and ran.

"You guys are so annoying."

This is finally a trivial matter, and it will soon dissipate like dust in the current war-torn situation.

Three days later, Li Xia's Yijia set off for Kaifeng.

At this time, Zhao Jin had calmed down first, and showed his favor to Zhang Wenwan several times, but Zhang Wenwan just ignored her.

Later, the closer she left the closed city, the more her thoughts shifted to the old capital of the Song Dynasty.

~~
June 27.

Yu Jia just arrived near Zhongmu, and news came from the east that Kaifeng City had fallen.

The army cheered endlessly.

Zhao Jin was very surprised when he heard about it.

"Is this the surrender? But His Majesty hasn't arrived yet."

"Since Boyan has been annihilated, the Yuan army defending Kaifeng must surrender." Zhang Wenjing said, "A few days ago we were just negotiating conditions."

"But." Zhao Jin opened his mouth and murmured, "That's Bianjing, did it fall so easily?"

Seeing this, Zhang Wenwan muttered in a low voice, "Song people are ridiculous."

Zhao Jin was busy being surprised and didn't hear it at all.

Zhang Wenjing sighed and said: "What about Bianjing? During the centuries of rise and fall, Bianjing is one of the most attacked cities."

Han Qiaoer also said: "Finally we have captured Kaifeng City, grandpa, the others, and sister Mingyue will also come over, right?"

"yes……"

None of them understood Zhao Jin's imagination of Bianjing.

Although Zhao Jin has never seen Bianjing, he has heard too many descriptions of it.

They say that Bianliang in Tokyo is extremely prosperous, the palace city is very large, with a circumference of five miles, and the towers are magnificent. It is said that there are many shops in the city, and there are hundreds of good restaurants, such as Fanlou, Panjialou, and Xinlelou, which everyone will remember a hundred years later.

The "Tokyo Menghualu" written in the second year of Jingkang has become the memory of the old capital of the entire Song court.

"Eight wildernesses gather together, ten thousand countries are connected, all the treasures of the four seas are returned to the market, and the peculiar smell of Huihuan District is all in the kitchen. The road is full of flowers, there is no limit to spring outings, the flute and drums are empty..."

Liu Ci said that Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times, but there are more people in Bianjing.

"Boats are playing on the water, drinking and feasting are in full bloom, the silver pond looks dyed, the golden embankment looks like embroidery... Orchid hall night candles, hundreds of families calling Lu, painting pavilion spring breeze, ten thousand wines."

"The imperial residence is beautiful, the atmosphere is auspicious, the smoke is green and the flowers are lush. Cuihua night is lucky, it is Langyuan in the city of layers."

No matter how good Hangzhou is, it is not Bianzhou.

~~
Finally, Zhao Jin saw Kaifeng City from afar.

It was totally different from what she thought.

The roads outside the city are rugged and muddy, and the Yellow River water seems to be dying in the scorching summer. Every time you walk a certain distance, you will encounter ditches, which is very annoying.

The city walls of Kaifeng are also dilapidated and dilapidated, giving off a sense of desolation with few people.

And she was wearing a gown, sitting on a walking chariot, and it was rare to drive into the city in full ceremonies.

From Ximen Street to the east, there was no cheering as imagined. The people in Kaifeng city all hid because of fear, only the smell of horse manure lingered in the air.

Mrs. Zhao still remembered Bianjing, and thought that the people in Bianjing still remembered Mrs. Zhao.

However, they have long forgotten.

Most people don't even know Chinese characters, so how can anyone welcome Zhao's daughter back?
In Fan Chengda's poem, "The north and south of Zhouqiao are Tianjie, and my father is waiting to drive back. He cried and asked the messenger, when will the Sixth Army really come?" A hundred years have passed, and it has become the wishful thinking of the Zhao court. .

Zhao Jin looked up, and through the bead curtain, she saw some common people hiding on the temple pagoda in the distance and looking this way.

From a distance, she couldn't see their faces, but she could feel the disgust in their eyes.

……

"I feel like the city hates me."

"It has been in the dust for more than a hundred years, and if it doesn't take 20 years, I'm afraid it won't be able to recover, let alone it has just recovered."

Zhao Jin felt depressed, looked down at his dress, and said, "You never entered the city in such a full-dressed ceremonial dress when you took over other cities, and there are not many people lining the road to greet you when you unfurl your ceremonial car today."

"Yijia's display is not to show prestige to the people in the city." Li Xia said: "It is to call the world, that I am the new Lord of the Central Plains."

(End of this chapter)