Piano

It all originated from Huizong, Cai Jing, Tong Guan and others, who tried in vain to join forces with the Jin Dynasty to destroy the Liao Dynasty, seize the sixteen prefectures of Yanyun, and create an eternal achievement.

In the first year of Zhenghe (1111), Zheng Yuanzhong and Tong Guan envoy Liao, and Liao people Ma Zhi offered a strategy to destroy Liao.

In the first year of Chonghe (the second year of Jin Tianfu, 1118), Ma Zheng envoy Jin.

In the second year of Xuanhe (the fourth year of Jin Tianfu, 1120), the Jin and Song Dynasties agreed to attack the Liao Dynasty, which was known as the "Sea Alliance" in history.

In November of the fifth year of Xuanhe (the first year of Jin Tianhui, 1123), the Jin army defeated the rebel general Zhang Jue. Zhang Jue fled to Song Yanshan Mansion to hide.

In August of the seventh year of Xuanhe (the third year of Jintianhui, 1125), Wanyan Zongwang and Wanyan Zonghan asked to attack Song Dynasty on the grounds of Zhang Jue Incident.

In the first year of Jingkang (the fourth year of Jintianhui, 1126), in the leap November, Emperors Hui and Qin were captured.

In the second year of Jingkang (the fifth year of Jin Tianhui, 1127), Emperor Taizong of Jin issued an edict to abolish Hui and Emperor Qin, and the Northern Song Dynasty perished.

I slowly recalled the words and sentences I had read in the history books, and after a long time, I slowly sighed.

I know that being angry here alone won't bring about any change, not to mention that this place is just a dream created by Jingxu.

After thinking about it for a while, I raised my hand and pressed the center of my eyebrows, then went out to my master to find the honor.

Over the years, I have already changed from a small servant girl to the aunt in charge of the princess.

Young and fresh faces passed by me one after another, but what I miss is always only the little queen and Aunt Ayuan who was by her side all day long.

Speaking of which, Aunt Ayuan went with her not long after her mother died.

...which is a good thing.

After all, dying before the Jingkang disaster can save you from the pain of being ravaged by the Jin people.

Reassuring myself so much in my heart, before going out, I brought Rong Fu a newly fired hand stove - her stove had been burning for a day, and the coal fire might have been extinguished long ago.

The girl's house is used to being coldest, so I have to help her prepare these things in advance.

The days passed day by day, and in the third year of Zhenghe (1113), Huizong finally followed Cai Jing's suggestion and changed the name of "Princess" to "Emperor Ji".

That day, when I was listening to the imperial edict read out by the chief inspector, I felt mixed feelings in my heart for a moment—I have lived in this Jingxuhua territory for 13 years, and I finally waited for this day.

"Emperor Ji", what a wonderful title, but it indicates that a dynasty is coming to an end.

"Rongfu, I would like to obey His Majesty's imperial edict." The little princess who had heard the call kowtowed to receive the edict. The 13-year-old girl was slender, and she already had a slim figure.

Zhao Jinnu, who has inherited the little queen's appearance and manners, is not the most beautiful among the He Gong princesses, but she is undoubtedly the most outstanding in my eyes.

"Sister Lan, at the palace banquet two days ago, I saw those aristocratic princes who the officials have been talking about to me these days!"

The little princess who sent off the inner prison bounced up and down, and Asakusa Qing's skirt danced up and down with her movements.

She stepped forward and grabbed my sleeve, and I was forced to lower my head to look into her eyes: "Did the princess ever fall in love with any young master at the palace banquet?"

"It's hard to tell, but the one surnamed Cao is quite interesting." Zhao Jinnu stretched out his hand to cover his powdered cheeks, and I caught the posture of the youngest daughter Huaichun in an instant.

The little girl who didn't know that I had read her mind was still chattering endlessly about the conversation between her and the young man. She said that they talked about poetry from poems to songs, and from songs to the ambitions in their hearts.

"He said he wanted to glorify the lintel of their Cao family." The girl's eyes were as bright as morning stars, "He said that he also wanted to be a general who never failed like his great-uncle."

"The princess is talking about the grandson of Cao Shaobao (pronounced 'Yi') in the previous dynasty, Mr. Cao Sheng?" I thought about it and tentatively opened my mouth, and the little girl played with me on the spot.

"Oh, Sister Lan, how did you guess it so quickly—there are so many sons in the Cao family!"

"Really, I won't tell you anymore, you talk too fast, it's really annoying—" The little princess blushed blushing, and immediately left me and fled back to the princess hall to study.

From the point of view of identity alone, Cao Sheng is indeed a good man.

I looked at the back of the little princess and moved my fingers silently——Cao Sheng was born in the Zhending Cao family, the largest family in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Cao Sheng, as the seventh generation son of the Cao family, could win the favor of Huizong's dog emperor, so he should have good character and knowledge.

——Sure enough, the only thing that makes people worry is that Jingkang.

*
On February 1116rd of the sixth year of Zhenghe ([-]), Huizong decreed that Rongfu should be renamed Empress Rongde, and married to Cao Sheng, the general of the left guard.

On the third day of March of the same year, Emperor Ji got married, and as a maid who accompanied the princess since childhood, I also came to the Cao Mansion with her.

The few years when they married Cao Sheng were probably the happiest period in the little girl's life. During this time, they could almost do whatever they wanted in the mansion without restraint - dancing, playing the piano, practicing sword, or It is raising the whip and riding the horse, drawing the bow and drawing the arrow.

If possible, I wish she could live happily ever after in this life.

But that's only if.

The accident still happened in August of the seventh year of Xuanhe (1125).

Cao Sheng, who is the captain's son-in-law, stayed in the mansion for less and less time, and was called into the palace more and more times.

It was said that Huizong and the crown prince wanted him to represent the Great Song Dynasty as an envoy to Khitan in order to seek foreign aid, but they did not wait for a specific result to be discussed.

After hearing the news, Huizong was almost scared to death. After waking up, he hurriedly abdicated the throne to Prince Zhao Huan.

When Qinzong came to the throne, the Jin army had already reached Baihe. Seeing this, he quickly deposed Cai Jingtongguan.

"I heard that the government is going to reuse the old general Li Gang." The grown-up little princess was worried, and looked up at the young general opposite her, "What is Mr. Lang's plan?"

"Princess." Cao Sheng was silent for a moment, "I still want to do my part for the country."

After hearing this, Zhao Jinnu quietly lowered her eyebrows, and after a long time, I heard her say: "Then go."

She said, let's go, she will wait in the mansion for the Lord to return after victory.

On the day when Cao Sheng was sent away, there was a thin snowfall in the sky, and the frost color whitened the temples of the young man in the blink of an eye.

I stared at his back and narrowed my eyes slightly.

I can probably guess what he was thinking—even if the current Zhending Cao family is no longer the iron-blooded general of the past, he still has the red blood of the Cao family buried in his bones.

And this is also a unique inheritance hidden in the blood of the children of China.

*
In the first year of Jingkang (1126), the snow fell more heavily than in the fourth year of Daguan (1110). When the north wind blew down overnight, the snow could be more than one foot deep.

From the day Cao Sheng left, Zhao Jinnu insisted on dancing on the small stage at home every day, and today she has already danced twice the dances she has learned.

"Sister Lan, when do you think Mr. Lang will come back, can we Da Song have a chance of winning?"

She would occasionally ask me this question in her spare time, but every time I heard this question, I could only be vague and not give a specific answer.

But I know that a smart woman like her can always find some clues from the corners of people's chats, so I saw her body getting thinner day after day like the little queen back then, and her clothes Day by day loose and empty.

But Cao Sheng hadn't come back yet, and none of the soldiers who went with him to resist the Jin army outside Bianjing City came back.

She seemed to have been aware of the day when Bianjing was destroyed, and she got up at dawn and put on her favorite red dress by herself.

When I heard the movement, I put down the pot of soup that hadn't been stewed for her, and ran to the stage to find her, she had already skipped a song, I raised my voice and tried to call her off the stage, but she didn't say anything. Willing to hear my call.

"Princess, come down and rest, it's snowing again today, if you jump down again, your body won't be able to take it anymore—" I shouted loudly, trying to stop her movement by climbing up.

After this fall, her body has become so bad that it looks like a ball of cotton wool. If she jumps down like this recklessly on an empty stomach, she is afraid that she will die to survive today.

"Princess, Jin Nuer——be good, be obedient, don't jump anymore...don't jump anymore!" I shouted hoarsely, trying to grab her sleeve several times, but she nimbly dodged it.

The body of a girl in her 40s is far less flexible than that of a girl in her twenties. I was running back and forth on the stage, but I was forced to watch her skip one song after another.

Heavy snow covered the stone platform in a blink of an eye, and her blood-red clothes were soaked and mottled by the snow. At noon, the sky in the distance suddenly burst into flames. Under the reflection of the fire, she He finally stopped dancing, and fell into the snow like soft mud.

Seeing this, I rushed up to pick up the girl I had looked down on since I was a child. The snow melted and caused a lot of coldness on her body. I wanted to take her back to the house and change into warm clothes, but she suddenly lifted Fingers grabbed my sleeve.

"...Sister Lan... don't... waste any more effort..."

"I know...Cao Sheng...can't survive."

"Da Song... also... can't survive..."

"...and I... can't hold it any longer..."

"Sister Lan... don't be sad..." I looked down and saw the woman trying her best to pull out a shallow smile.

"Lang Jun is...a worthy death."

"Me too……"

"Lan, Sister Lan, thank you—"

"Princess..." I watched her close her eyes in my arms, and the snow pierced through my collar, bringing a biting cold.

After a long time, I looked up into the distance bewilderedly but numbly. At this moment, I suddenly realized that I could only see the sea of ​​flames stretching thousands of miles away, but I could no longer see the imperial city of the Northern Song Dynasty that buried half of my life.

Then nameless tears fell down suddenly, hitting the little girl's icy corpse, piercing through it in an instant.

Everything in the surrounding area dissipated like fly ash, I maintained the posture of holding Rong De's corpse, and raised my head in a daze.

"So, what did I see?" I asked Feng Xi, who was silent for a while before sighing in relief: "A princess of a subjugated country, a fantasy before she dies."

"——Zhao Jinnu's fantasy."

"Fantasy?" I frowned and repeated dumbly, Feng Xi nodded in response: "Yes, fantasy."

"In her fantasy, her husband died fighting for the country, and she also died for the country, and died on the day Bianjing was destroyed."

"Then...what will happen to the real Empress Rongde in history?" I subconsciously asked, but Feng Xi's silence this time was longer than before.

"...Cao Sheng died while being escorted north to the Kingdom of Jin."

"And she herself, after being humiliated in every way by the Jinren, moved between the Jinren's tents, and was first taken in as the second wife by Wan Yanchang, and then taken into the harem by Wanyan Quan (sound, 'Dan') of Jin Xizong. In the end, when Wan Yanliang proclaimed himself emperor, he completely lost his whereabouts and disappeared."

"If there is no accident, he should have suffered a lot and died wandering."

"Wandering, wandering and dying—" I repeated blankly, and for a moment I couldn't believe that the girl who was raised by me in the Jingxu painting territory had such a dismal end in history.

Before leaving the scene, I almost instinctively looked back at the long-disappeared Song Dynasty scenery, and for no reason I remembered Guo Mian's (pronounced "Mian")'s sentence "every desire is nine times, and it is covered by Xiaoxiang water clouds. ".

Nine Yi per desire.

It is covered by Xiaoxiang water clouds.

I can't do it anymore, I have to sleep bye.

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