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Chapter 376 0372 [Better alive than dead]

When Emperor Ji of Zhao and Song Dynasty got married, she rarely lived in the same house with her parents-in-law and had a special palace for the princess.

At the same time, an additional promotion system has been added.

That is, after the prince-in-law marries the princess, he will automatically be promoted to a higher level.

For example, after Cai Chi became the consort, his seniority was the same as Cai Jing's. He could no longer call Cai Jing his father or lord. Instead, he should call him eldest brother and his mother sister-in-law.

The purpose of this is to prevent Di Ji from being wronged in her husband's family.

As Song Huizong's favorite daughter, Zhao Fujin's princess palace was naturally extremely luxurious. In order to facilitate her daughter's return to the palace to visit relatives, a flying road was built between the princess palace and the imperial city.

At this time, by candlelight, Zhao Fujin was reading the letter sent by his sister from Shandong.

She has actually read these two letters several times.

The joy between the lines made Zhao Fujin envious.

My father has been ridiculous for most of his life, but in the end he did the right thing and found a good husband for his sister.

Bang!

At this moment, the door was pushed open violently.

Zhao Fujin was startled, turned around and saw Cai Ji drunkenly holding on to the door frame, with a bewildered maid standing behind him.

The maid looked aggrieved and said: "Emperor Ji, my consort..."

Zhao Fujin ordered softly: "Step back first."

"Yes."

The maid hurriedly left as if she had been pardoned.

After the maid left, a trace of disgust flashed in Zhao Fujin's eyes, and he frowned and said, "Why are you here?"

Cai Chi was used to being a libertine, and after getting married, he did not change his true character. After getting off work, he went out to have wine and have fun with his colleagues, and did not come back until midnight.

Many times, I simply don’t leave home for three to five days.

Every time I go home, I always ask Zhao Fujin for money.

At that time, Zhao Fujin was simple and easy to deceive. Although he didn't like Cai Ji, he would give it to him in the end.

But later it was learned that he had used the money to find flowers and flowers, but Zhao Fujin refused to give it to him.

If it's to subsidize household expenses, or for normal favors, it doesn't matter if you give it.

But this guy spent tens of thousands of dollars on drinking and having fun, and he spent it all in less than two or three days.

Those brothels are like bottomless pits, and no amount of money can fill them up.

According to this method, Zhao Fujin's multi-million dollar dowry will be completely wiped out in less than a year or two.

In a rage, Cai Chi had a big quarrel with Zhao Fujin and moved out of the Prince Consort's Mansion.

Now, the couple has been separated for several years.

"Today...Hiccup, I have something to talk to you about."

Cai Ji burped and walked into the bedroom.

A smell of alcohol, mixed with the aroma of rouge and gouache, immediately filled the air.

Zhao Fujin looked at him coldly: "What's the matter?"

Cai Chi asked: "How much money do you still have?"

Ah!

Zhao Fujin sneered in his heart, knowing that he was coming to ask for money, so he replied: "That's my dowry, what does it have to do with you?"

This attitude immediately made Cai Wei feel angry.

However, he had no money at the moment and lacked confidence, so he had to explain patiently: "My eldest brother said that the city of Tokyo cannot be defended anymore, so he asked me to exchange my family assets for green money and flee to the south to join the Emperor."

"Then you can just go and change yourself. Why do you need to ask me?"

Zhao Fujin didn't believe these nonsense. In fact, Cai Ji had used every excuse to ask for money before.

She is no longer the innocent girl who just left the palace.

Cai Ji suppressed his anger and said: "You...don't know what is good and what is good. That Han thief is greedy. When he enters the city, do you think he will let go of the money in your hand?"

Zhao Fujin sneered: "Even if Han Zhen takes him away by then, it has nothing to do with you!"

Speaking of which, Han Zhen was her brother-in-law.

With her sisterly relationship with Fu Jin, her life is safe.

Cai Chi was so drunk that he could no longer suppress his anger. He stretched out his halberd finger and cursed angrily: "You are such a lowly maid, you really don't know what is good or bad!"

If Song Huizong was around, he would never dare to insult Zhao Fujin.

But now Song Huizong is the Supreme Emperor and has even fled to the south. As the saying goes, one emperor and one courtier.

"roll!"

Zhao Fujin was trembling with anger, and pointed his green jade fingers towards the door.

"This is my home, why should I leave?"

Cai Chi became drunk and went to bed.

Zhao Fujin raised his eyebrows and shouted softly: "Here comes someone, beat him out!"

The next moment, several tall and muscular women rushed in with water and fire sticks, and hit Cai Ji head-on.

Cai Ji was beaten so much that he screamed and hurriedly ran out.

Listening to the noise outside the house, Zhao Fujin couldn't bear it any longer and sobbed on the dressing table.

……

……

The sun is rising.

The shelling that frightened the Zhao and Song defenders finally stopped, and they could take a breath.

In the past three days, although the Qingzhou Army did not attack the city on a large scale, they shelled continuously every day.

More than a dozen siege guns aimed at the towers and turrets and bombarded them indiscriminately.

During the cooling period of the siege artillery, switch to the three-bow crossbow, tie the firearm to the arrow shaft, and continue the bombardment.

The key is that there must be no defenders on the city wall, otherwise the Qingzhou Army will be able to seize the city wall.

In just three days, more than 3,000 to 4,000 Zhao and Song defenders were killed by shelling.

After several days of indiscriminate bombing, the tower was almost reduced to ruins.

Under the command of Dutou, each Song army dragged corpses out of the ruins with numb expressions.

Bang bang bang!

The corpse was thrown from the tower and hit the ground with a dull sound.

The dead are the most important, so it stands to reason that the corpses of soldiers should be laid to rest.

Even if the war is urgent, they will be cremated and burned, the bones collected, and sent back to their hometowns when the war is over. But now in Tokyo, there is a shortage of coal. Even the coal for boiling gold juice is gone. How can there be any extra to burn corpses?

Moreover, now that it is summer and the weather is getting hotter and hotter, so many corpses piling up in the city will definitely cause a plague.

In desperation, Li Gang had no choice but to order the body to be temporarily thrown outside the city.

In fact, if Han Zhen was more cruel, he could have thrown all the corpses into the river upstream, allowing the virus to flow into the city and cause a plague.

In the previous life, the Jin people went south for the second time and besieged the city of Tokyo. This is what they did.

However, the Jin people were even more ruthless. They dug up all the graves near the capital, took out the coffins, and threw them into the river upstream.

But if he really did this, the reputation that Han Zhen had worked so hard to build would be completely ruined.

In the commander's tent, Han Shizhong suggested: "Your Majesty, after more than three days of shelling, the morale of the defenders has dropped to the bottom. We can try to attack the city."

"Not urgent."

Han Zhen waved his hands with a calm expression.

Qiu Niu spread the news from the city through the technique of cock crowing and dog stealing.

Nowadays, there is a shortage of coal and food in the city, but the people have not reached their limit yet, so let the bullets fly for a while longer.

"I will retire at the end."

Han Shizhong bowed and retreated.

Han Zhen picked up the letter and continued to read it.

This silly girl Zhao Fujin finally came to her senses and wrote a letter, begging him in a roundabout way to spare her father's life.

Little did they know, her unattractive father had already run away.

It is estimated that he is currently visiting a new concubine who has entered the palace.

Not to mention Song Huizong ran away, even if he hadn't run away, Han Zhen would not kill him after he captured Tokyo City.

Just because some people are more useful alive than dead.

Refer to Puyi!

If Song Huizong died, I'm sure some people would miss the Song Dynasty.

……

……

Qin Ming is a little gangster in Tokyo city.

Some courage, but not much.

He spent the whole day lounging around, doing some sneaky things, and teasing widows, but as bad as he was, he wasn't that bad.

There are many people like him in Tokyo, who are like dirt, and no one cares about them even if they die.

The most glorious moment in Qin Ming's life was in August of the seventh year of Zhenghe, when he was at the time of Gaibao Shenguan.

At that time, under the orders of the master of Kaifeng Mansion, I dressed up as a ghost and went from door to door knocking on the door to ask for help.

During those days, people who were previously unattainable had to open the door for him and call Mr. Qin respectfully.

For the first time in his life, he felt something.

respect!

Unfortunately, after the Baoshen Guan was repaired, he turned back into the mud that anyone could step on.

Whenever the night is quiet, Qin Ming will recall that short time from time to time.

Ten minutes at noon.

The scorching sun was in the sky. Qin Ming was wearing a torn linen dress with his mouth open, exposing his rib-like chest. He was squatting under the eaves of a store to enjoy the cool air.

His stomach was filled with sour water, making him swallow from time to time.

Qin Ming regretted a little. They should have gone to the rice shop to grab food together a few days ago.

The two tigers in Niuxing Street, Dongcheng, are said to have snatched a bag of rice.

At that time, he was afraid that the government would settle the accounts later, so he did not dare to go. As a result, today, there is no movement from the government.

The two tigers are still fine. We met them yesterday when they were playing in the Wuzhang River.

Feeling a little itchy on his temples, Qin Ming reached out and scratched it. After a while, he grabbed a louse from his hair, bit it to death with his teeth, and flicked the louse body away.

"hey-hey!"

Qin Ming grinned and felt a sense of joy in his heart.

"Qin San'er!"

Suddenly, a shout came from my ears.

Qin Ming looked around, and finally landed on a soup cake stall diagonally opposite. He raised his eyebrows and said, "What are you calling me for?"

The owner of the soup cake shop was a middle-aged man. He didn't answer and waved to him.

Qin Ming thought for a while and stood up with one hand on the ground.

It seemed that he had been hungry for a long time. Qin Ming felt dizzy as soon as he got up.

It took him a while to recover.

Qin Ming walked to the stall, took a bamboo stool and sat down. Qin Ming asked, "I'm here, what's the matter?"

The hawker asked: "I remember when we first built the Baoshen Temple, you were the one who urged us to take in the soil?"

Speaking of this, Qin Ming suddenly became energetic and boasted: "No, Mr. Fu Yin personally named me!"

The vendor asked with a gossipy face: "Did anything strange happen when I first repaired the Bao Shen Temple?"

Strange thing?

Qin Ming rolled his eyes and pretended to say: "Yes, yes, but I'm so empty that I can't remember the invitation."

"I'm the host and I'll treat you to a bowl of soup cake."

The hawker didn't know what he was thinking, so he immediately cooked him a bowl of noodles.

In the Song Dynasty, all pasta was called cakes, and soup cakes were noodles.

Soon, a bowl of clear soup noodles was brought to Qin Ming.

After looking at the face in front of him, Qin Ming swallowed and said with a vigilant expression: "Let's agree first that this bowl of soup cake is your treat."

The vendor curled his lips and said, "I invited you!"

Hearing this, Qin Ming immediately picked up his chopsticks, wolfed down the soup cake without caring about burning his mouth, and finally drank up the clear soup as well.

Qin Ming put down the bowl and smashed his mouth, some of his thoughts were still unfinished.

Qin Ming couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt when he thought of his old mother at home who was still hungry.

I was greedy just now, I should have kept half of it and taken it home.

(End of this chapter)