The first-class concubine of the Song Dynasty

Chapter 90 Elegy
The wind was cold, Li Congshan turned his head and saw a person.

Someone he didn't think would stop him.

He is returning home.

Xi Gui is the Secretary of the Household Department of the Southern Tang Dynasty, in charge of all matters related to money and wealth in the Southern Tang Dynasty. However, he and Li Congshan have never been in the same camp. Xi Gui is a literati. They are all trying their best to oppose the war between the Southern Tang Dynasty and the Great Song Dynasty. He and Han Xizai are in the same camp.

But Li Congshan felt that if the Southern Tang Dynasty wanted to be strong, it had to fight the Great Song Dynasty.

Two people whose views have never been in agreement, now want to find a place to talk.

The wind in Jinling is a bit bitter, but this kind of coldness is like a beautiful woman, even if she loses her temper, it is not so scary.

Li Congshan and Xigui left the palace and went directly to the Zuixian Tower in Jinling.

The wine of Zuixianlou is very famous. It is said that even the gods will get drunk after drinking it. Although no one thinks it is true, it does not affect the business of Zuixianlou.The business here has always been the best among all the restaurants and inns in Jinling City.

The two entered Zuixian Tower and went to the private room by the window on the second floor.

Smelling incense in the private room, sitting at the table by the window, you can see people coming and going on the street when you turn your head.

After a few dishes were served, Li Congshan said coldly, "Master Xi, why did you invite me here?"

Xi Gui smiled: "Actually, I just want to tell the lord one thing. Lord Han is now locked in a prison. I plan to cooperate with some ministers in the court to rescue him, and the lord should be very clear about the lord's favor and trust in Lord Han." , as long as someone is willing to intercede for Lord Han, it has nothing to do with saving Lord Han."

Xigui said it calmly, but when he heard Li Congshan's ears, there were unspeakable doubts and incomprehensions.

"Master Xi, if you want to save Han Xizai, go and save him. Why do you need to tell this king that you are not afraid that this king will stop you if it is so difficult?"

"It is precisely because I am afraid that the prince will stop me, so I came to talk to the prince. As long as the prince is willing to help save Mr. Han this time, or not to intervene in our rescue, I will make an oath here. You must report to the prince."

Li Congshan frowned slightly, and suddenly said coldly: "Hmph, Han Xizai is the leader of the peace faction. Are you afraid that if he dies, you will have no leader? But this king tells you that Han Xizai introduced the fine salt of the Song Dynasty to our Southern Tang Dynasty. , is my Southern Tang sinner, and this king will never forgive him."

After speaking, Li Congshan waved his sleeves fiercely, turned and left.

The elegant room slowly became quiet, the cold wind blowing through the street window, carrying a slight chill, Xigui turned his head to look at Li Congshan leaving from the corner of the street, and then showed a slight smile, and at this moment, behind the screen in the house Suddenly a person came out, and after that person came out, he sat down directly opposite Xigui, and said: "Master Xi, do you think this Li Congshan will be fooled?"

Xigui poured a glass of wine, took a sip, and said: "Li Congshan is very talented and good-looking, but it's a pity that he's a bit stupid. After hearing what I said just now, it's no wonder he wasn't fooled."

The man on the opposite side smiled: "If that's the case, then Li Congshan can kill the old man Han Xizai."

When the man mentioned Han Xizai, he was full of hatred, and Xigui also echoed: "Han Xizai is usually very low-key, but he is the smartest and most understanding person in the entire Southern Tang Dynasty. Tang used troops against Song Dynasty and pretended to be our people, it is really abominable."

The man across from him sighed: "Lord Xi is right, it's just...it's just that Han Xizai deserves to die, but he holds our evidence?"

"Send someone to search Han Xizai's mansion, and we must find him with a handle on us. Otherwise, if Han Xizai is about to die, it will be very disadvantageous to us."

The man on the opposite side nodded slightly, and then left quietly.
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The cold wind is heavy, and the prison in the Southern Tang Dynasty is cold and bleak.

Han Xizai's place seemed warm because there was a stove.

The small prison cell was very clean, with thick quilts on the bed, a lamp on the table in the middle of the cell, a few side dishes and a jug of wine made shadows due to the flickering lights.

"Master Han, this glass of wine is for you from the younger generation." Zhang Ji picked up a glass of wine and drank it down in one gulp, then tightened his clothes.

Han Xizai smiled and drank it all in one gulp.

After the two of them had a drink like this, Zhang Ji said: "Master Han did what he did for the Southern Tang Dynasty, and the younger generation admires it very much. Judging from today's situation, the king does not want Lord Han's life, but as long as someone in the court is willing to do it for Lord Han." Speaking of words, it must not be difficult to save Master Han's life."

Zhang Ji said with a smile on his face, because he was very confident in his deduction, and his confidence meant that he would definitely save Han Xizai's life.

Han Xizai acted indifferently. Naturally, he had thought of the situation Zhang Ji mentioned earlier, but he knew very well that there were not many people willing to intercede for him in the entire Southern Tang Dynasty.

Although he seems to be the leader of a faction on weekdays, he knows very well how he became the leader of this faction, so his people probably don't want to save him, but want him to die quickly.

Life seems to be lonely all the time, but most of the time, some people hide their loneliness, and some people forcefully smile.

Han Xizai felt that his life was lonely. He was full of schemes, but no one could appreciate him. The talent he despised the most was the one valued by the ruler of the Southern Tang Dynasty.

The dim light shone on Han Xizai's face, deepening the wrinkles left by the years, as if each had an endless story.

Han Xizai's expression was gloomy, and he suddenly sighed: "Life can only be passed by for a hundred years. Fate is unpredictable, and so is life and death. Sometimes everything depends on God's will, and God's will is always difficult to ask. Let everything follow fate."

Speaking of this, Han Xizai suddenly thought of something, so he said to Zhang Ji: "The fate after the Southern Tang Dynasty will be left to Master Zhang, I hope Master Zhang will be more dedicated, I have nothing to give, so I can give Master Zhang a poem. "

Hearing what Han Xizai said, Zhang Ji frowned slightly. He didn't understand why Han Xizai suddenly thought of giving himself a poem, and he felt that Han Xizai's words just now were more like his last words.

But he still smiled slightly and said, "What poem will Mr. Han give this junior?"

Han Xizai waved slightly: "Come here with your ears."

Zhang Ji was taken aback, but still put his ear to him, Han Xizai whispered something in his ear, but after Han Xizai finished speaking, Zhang Ji looked puzzled.

"Master Han, this is it?"

"Master Zhang, I hope that only you know this poem, and no one else can know it. When you understand what the old man's poem means, you will naturally understand the old man's intention."

Zhang Ji looked at Han Xizai, he didn't understand what Han Xizai meant, but he still nodded.

"Your junior will write it down, but please rest assured, Mr. Han, this junior will definitely find a way to rescue you. It's getting late now, Mr. Han, please rest early."

After Zhang Ji finished speaking, he stood up and said goodbye. When Han Xizai was the only one left in the small cell, Han Xizai couldn't help sighing softly again: "Lonely!"

Life seems to be always lonely.

Han Xizai smiled wryly, and then poured himself a glass of wine. He had just drank half of the glass of wine, when Han Xizai suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and the wine glass in his hand loosened, and fell to the ground with a snap.

The feeling of pain hits, making people feel that the whole world is upside down.

But this painful feeling didn't last long. When the feeling disappeared, Han Xizai's eyes widened, the corners of his eyes were almost cracked, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.

Han Xizai died.
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The capital of Song Dynasty, Kaifeng City.

It was already the twelfth lunar month, and the cold wind was more serious. Although the streets were chilly, there was an indescribable bustle.

When the news of the Southern Tang Dynasty reached the capital, Liu Wei was brewing wine at the Liu Family Winery. In this season, more and more people drink strong wind wine. Warm a pot of wine, make two or three small dishes, and invite one or two friends to drink while drinking Chatting, chatting about things in the South China Sea and North China is really very pleasant.

The more people who like this kind of leisurely life, the better the news of Liu Family Winery, but when Liu Wei heard the news of Nantang, he left the business in his hands.

Although he had expected that it would be difficult for Han Xizai to die well after returning to the Southern Tang Dynasty, what he did not expect was that Han Xizai died in a prison. Although it was reported that Han Xizai committed suicide in fear of crime, Liu Wei had a relationship with Han Xizai after all. Contact, he doesn't think someone like Han Hee Jae would commit suicide.

Han Xizai is a person who thinks he is romantic, he should love his own life very much, and he really wants to see the Southern Tang Dynasty strong and prosperous, a person like him will never commit suicide.

He will not commit suicide, it can only be murdered.

Han Xizai was murdered in the prison. Liu Wei pondered for a long time. What he thought of was not how smart or loyal Han Xizai was. What he thought of was that the situation in the Southern Tang Dynasty might not be as good as rumored. People think that Jinling City, which is as impregnable as gold, may also be in danger of Xiaoqiang.

Liu Wei smiled lightly. Although he didn't have much contact with rectification at this time, he still felt very happy to see the loopholes in the Southern Tang Dynasty from Han Xizai's murder. Recently, he had deliberately revealed that he wanted to get closer to King Jin. So can he use this news to show his loyalty to King Jin?

When thinking this way, Liu Weicai suddenly thought that it was a pity that Han Xizai died. He was a very smart person. Although he looked a little bohemian on the surface, he was actually a rare ruler in his heart.

If he lives like this in Song Dynasty, I don't know if he can make a difference.

Liu Wei thought for a while, then shook his head, he suddenly felt that fate is really something unfathomable, and it is unfathomable, so why bother to think so many assumptions?

(End of this chapter)