The Jin army besieged the city, and the Song emperor’s daughter died

Chapter 249 I’m not called Wang Fu

In the second year of Jingkang, February [-]nd.

Zhao Fujin looked at the battle report coming from the north and laughed angrily.

Yelu Dashi led [-] cavalry to intercept the remnants of the Jin army, but was defeated by the fourth prince Wanyan Zongbi in a battle, and fled westward in panic.

"It's not Wanyan Zongbi's credit." Han Shizhong explained: "The real battle situation is that Yelu Dashi had originally surrounded the Jin army's remnants, but who would have thought that on the day of the decisive battle, the second prince entered the battlefield one man and one horse, and the Jin army This boosted morale.”

Zhao Fujin closed the battle report and was about to get up when Han Shizhong added: "The second prince is so brave!"

Zhao Fujin was stunned, then looked at Han Shizhong and asked in confusion: "Are you feeling sympathy for each other?"

Han Shizhong puffed up his chest: "Not entirely, more of them love the house and the bird."

Pfft, Zhao Fujin covered his mouth and smiled: "Han Shizhong, I have to warn you, you must change those bad habits in your body. Liang Hongyu is such a good wife."

"What are the officials talking about?" Han Shizhong stared and opened his mouth.

"What are you talking about? Love the house and the bird? I'm warning you, don't have any thoughts about the third princess. She has given her a national surname. I, the Zhao family, do not want to be a concubine!" Zhao Fujin snorted and walked away.

Han Shizhong was stunned in the royal study, thinking about it: "What are the officials talking about? Isn't this 'house' of Aiwujiwu talking about you, the officials?"

After this battle, Zhao Fujin also felt that the Liao Kingdom was indeed exhausted and the mud could no longer hold up the wall.

Besides, Yelu Yuliyan doesn't seem to have any thoughts about restoring the country. After staying in the prosperous city of Kaifeng for a long time, he has long stopped thinking about Liao.

Zhao Fujin recommended himself to others, thinking that if he hadn't traveled through Jingkang, and hadn't had those humiliating and saddening fates, she wouldn't be too lazy to be an official, burning incense, arranging flowers, drinking tea, composing lyrics, and traveling around great rivers and mountains, wouldn't it?Whoever sits on the throne knows about the throne.

Sorry!

During this period, Zhao Fujin was indeed in a bad mood.

At least it was much worse than the first year of Jingkang.

Zhao Fujin was familiar with everything that happened in the first year of Jingkang, and he was able to deal with it with ease.

It feels like an open-book exam, except for the fun, it’s just fun.

But by the second year of Jingkang, there was no standard answer.

There's not even a tangible opponent left.

The Kingdom of Jin can no longer afford to make waves.

Mongolia will be Little Karami within a hundred years.

Xixia, Dali... are not worth mentioning.

The strategy of going south and going to sea is only in its infancy for the time being.

If this was an online article, it would be over and done with, but I am only 24 years old now. How should I live this long life?

Nothing to do today, go to the bar to listen to the music!
Anyway, they are all like this, so it is reasonable for me to do this.

Zhao Fujin changed into his regular clothes, called Chunxia, ​​and went straight to Sangjia Wazi on Dongjiaolou Street.

Some people listen to music in order to go see girls.

But Zhao Fujin listened to music on the fence, which was a proper academic study.

To know about the research on Goulan Washe in later generations, it is purely based on guessing. So far, there is no conclusion on what Goulan Washe looks like. We only know that Washe is a fixed place, and one Goulan House after another exists in Washe. Among them, there should be a wooden structure, similar to a stage.

Of course, these are all guesses.

Because the detailed information about Goulan House has long been buried in the long river of history, future generations can only infer from some scattered lines.

This is very strange.As an important cultural phenomenon in the Song Dynasty, how is it possible that there is no complete record?Even in the so-called "Living Northern Song Dynasty" "Along the River During the Qingming Festival", there is no painting.

Like Goulan House, the tunes of Song lyrics have also disappeared.

This is even more incredible for future generations. Song lyrics were sung, but no music score has been handed down to the world.

While the music scores of Han Dynasty Yuefu and Tang Dynasty court music can be handed down, why is it that only the Song lyrics and music scores, which have been popular for 300 years, are not available?
Is this reasonable?This is obviously unreasonable!
When they arrived at Sangjia Wazi, Chunxia asked Zhao Fujin if he wanted to listen to music, watch acrobatics and taming animals, or read a storybook.

Zhao Fujin thought about it, forgetting about listening to music, he might as well go to Jiaofangsi, where he could watch juggling.

After buying two tickets, under the guidance of Chun Xia, they found the juggling hook bar by twists and turns. After checking the tickets, the two entered the hook bar.

Zhao Fujin was a little surprised when he couldn't see his fingers in the hook bar. What kind of shading material was used to block the sunlight so much. Chunxia held Zhao Fujin's hand and fumbled to find a stool, and the two of them sat down.

Zhao Fujin asked: "Chun Xia, have you been here before?"

Chunxia said softly: "No, I can't bear to part with it. I want to save up for my dowry."

Zhao Fujin smiled and said: "The rewards you get this year are enough for you to marry a hundred times, right? How about saving money?"

Chunxia sighed: "It's far from enough. You don't know who I want to marry."

Zhao Fujin was speechless, thinking that this little girl must be crazy about wanting to get married. In the past year, he has rewarded Chun Xia with at least [-] yuan. Although there was a joke in the Song Dynasty about "marrying a girl after breaking the family", that is, Marrying a daughter will cost you everything.

But even if he were as rich as Fan Zhongyan, he would only have a thousand daughters to marry.

Su Zhe, who was extremely considerate in his work, could only marry a daughter with only [-] yuan.

When Emperor Daojun wanted to marry Zhao Fujin into the Cai family, the dowry was only [-] yuan.

Not satisfied with spring and summer?

Not enough?
Zhao Fujin was about to tell Chun Xia what the correct views on marriage were when two fireballs suddenly lit up on the stage three feet away, burning with green flames.By the light of the fire, Zhao Fujin could see that there were only a few scattered people sitting in this hook bar that accommodated more than a hundred people.

The man performing the juggling act on the stage had a thin figure, his arms were flat, and two bowl-sized fireballs seemed to be held three inches in the palm of his hand.

Zhao Fujin thought that in the future, he must use the "Da Song Daily" and use the Song Academy of Sciences as his signature to publish more popular science articles.

Of course, this is not to dismantle the juggling stage, but to take the opportunity to popularize science. Only when the people of the Song Dynasty began to advocate science can folk creativity be activated.

"Chun Xia, do you know why the fireball can hang in his palm?" Zhao Fujin decided to start popularizing science from the people around him.

Chun Xia muttered: "I know, you can use Qi to control things."

Zhao Fujin poked her arm: "Where did the energy come from? This is using simple optical principles to allow you to see only brightness but not darkness. There must be something supporting it under the fireball. If we look at it from such a distance, vision will be deceiving." The brain makes you think that the fireball is floating in his palm..."

Before he finished speaking, two fireballs rushed towards Zhao Fujin's face. Along with the fireballs, there was a billowing heat wave, which even blew the hair hanging down from Zhao Fujin's temples.

The fireball hovered five inches in front of Zhao Fujin. Zhao Fujin's face turned pale and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

By the light of the fireball, Zhao Fujin suddenly felt that besides Chun Xia, there seemed to be someone beside her. She slowly turned her head and saw a familiar face: blond hair, blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and deeply sunken eye sockets. His eyes were deep and piercing, and his mouth was big enough to swallow a whole fist. Everything was exactly as recorded in the history books!

At this moment, Zhao Fujin suddenly felt that this face seemed not to be that of a Song person, nor a Xixia person, a Dangxiang person, or even a Khitan person.

This is clearly a Nordic look.

"Wang Fu?"

"The guilty minister has met the official family."

"Bold Wang Fu, who allowed you to walk out of the Department of Integrity and Education?" Zhao Fujin shouted sternly.

Wang Fu was no longer as submissive as before, his legs trembled, and the corners of his mouth slightly curved in an exaggerated arc: "When I return to the official house, I will not call you Wang Fu. The name Wang Fu was given by Emperor Daojun."

(End of this chapter)