Slave to Queen: One Night Bride

Chapter 580

May the dust of the road be tempered by the pollen of the lotus
May the breeze blow gently and may her journey be auspicious

Hua Rong didn't stay any longer, she straightened her waist, walked calmly, and could only see the soft back under the scarf.

her back.

It's just a back view.

Only then did Lu Wenlong burst into tears with a "wow", and the long-suppressed sobs rushed to the bursting water, "Mom, mom, mom, don't go, don't go..."

Jin Wushu didn't comfort him or persuade him, his eyes were still closed, he was very tired, at this moment, he just wanted to have a good sleep.

Outside the door, Wu Qimai greeted the passing woman, he was not stunned, and only saluted slightly.The woman glanced at him indifferently, did not return the salute, and strode away.

He was almost running, and pushed the door open without waiting for the maid's report.In the morning glow, the fourth prince closed his eyes and leaned back on the back of the chair. The veins on the back of his hands were exposed, the wrinkles on his forehead were deeply sunken, and there was still a touch of scarlet in the corner of his mouth.

He exclaimed: "Fourth prince, fourth prince..."

Jin Wushu slowly opened his eyes, wiped the corners of his mouth casually, and sat up straight: "Wu Qimai, what's the matter?"

Wu Qimai immediately said: "Today Lord Wolf hosted a banquet and invited Song Qinzong, the young master of Song Kingdom."

Jin Wushu was taken aback, why did Lord Wolf invite Song Qinzong?During this critical period of negotiations, Qin Hui had already given up halfway, so what did he want to do by taking Song Qinzong?
"Fourth prince, Lord Wolf didn't discuss with you this time..."

Jin Wushu understands this meaning, the theft of tribute silver and the mysterious incident of abducting a horse all made the wolf master feel bad, especially Hailing's fanning the flames, the lurking political enemies are ready to move.Was this Hongmen Banquet aimed at Song Qinzong or himself?

"Fourth prince, what do they mean by holding a banquet at this moment?"

He was going to use Song Qinzong as a shield, this is a sharp weapon.But, did it mean Hai Ling or the wolf lord?His vest felt chills intermittently, and he felt that he had underestimated that yellow-mouthed child before.I thought that he had a good skin for nothing.

"Fourth Prince, what do you think we should do? Lord Wolf, please be sure to attend the banquet..." Wu Qimai took out a bright yellow imperial decree, a silk scroll, and beautiful lowercase letters, all of which were in Chinese, which was completely the "imperial decree" of the Han people. .With the assassination, he was completely sinicized.

"there is always a solution to a problem."

He got up immediately, his eyes regained his brilliance, and he was the former fourth prince again: "Go, go right away."

Lu Wenlong looked at him anxiously: "Father..."

"Son, it's okay, you wait for me at home, I will be back soon."

The racetrack in the western suburbs of Yanjing.

This place used to be the site of the Willow Shooting Festival in the past, and it has long been crowded with dignitaries and dignitaries from the Kingdom of Jin. In the middle of the high platform, there is a bright yellow umbrella. The position of the minister, the first position on the left is vacant, apparently waiting for someone important.

On the spacious school field, two teams of Golden Army, wearing black horseshoes on their upper body, red trousers on their lower body, and small boots on their feet, looked majestic and majestic. Each of them held a polo club in their hands.Polo is one of their hobbies. In fact, it is also a variant of the cottage version of Cuju from the Northern Song Dynasty.Participating in it, there is no lack of some high-ranking nobles.

In the corner of the lower head is a special team, all members of the Song royal family, Song Qinzong and his brothers and sons.They were forced to put on strange horse racing outfits. Here, a polo event is about to be held.

Song Qinzong looked at the tight-fitting and narrow-sleeved Hu suit on himself, with half of his arms exposed.The body, hair, skin, and skin of the parents, in the Song Dynasty, could not be leaked, but at this time, he has become numb, and everything doesn't matter.However, the numbness of shame does not mean the disappearance of fear. In front of him is a rough horse with a mane shaking and huge eyes staring at him fiercely.Song Qinzong's eyes were confused, and he felt that the horse was really a monster, as if there was a sharp weapon hidden in it.He dared not look at a horse.

In the sound of drum music, Jin Jun has already entered the arena, and first galloped around the arena on horseback, waving willow branches to pay tribute to everyone.Song Qinzong was stunned when he saw this formation, his legs were trembling constantly.

A Jin Jun interpreter came over impatiently: "Young master of the Song family, are you ready? Don't make everyone wait..."

His son couldn't help but ran up and said angrily: "My father is not good at riding horses, he can't go to competitions, and he doesn't know how to play polo..."

The interpreter gave him a sideways glance: "This is the order of the wolf master, if you don't go, you have to go."

Song Qinzong was trembling, and he wanted to find an excuse to refuse, Hailing had already galloped over on horseback, swept the ground majestically with a whip, sweeping up a large piece of the grass including leather and fur, the flying dust fell into Song Qinzong's eyes, and he immediately burst into tears , body crooked a bit.

"Hurry up, go up, the polo has started, and you are alone."

Hailing's grinning face was enlarged, Song Qinzong had no choice but to get on the horse, his son supported him vigorously behind him, and with great difficulty, he sat tremblingly on the horse's back.

"Father, hold on to the reins..."

Before the words finished, Hailing whipped the horse's buttocks, the horse was frightened and rushed forward like a madman.There is a crowd of people playing ball in front of them. If the horse rushes wildly, the game will be messed up.In a hurry, no one was watching the flying polo.

Song Qinzong's son shouted wildly: "No, daddy be careful... daddy be careful..."

It's a pity that Song Qinzong couldn't hear it anymore. His eyes blurred, and the polo hit his chest heavily. As soon as he let go of the horse's rein, his trembling and withered body fell off the horse's back...

"Father..."

"The official family..."

"Big brother..."

The disorganized cavalry galloped and trampled on each other. Song Qinzong no longer felt afraid, and lay quietly on the ground, letting the horseshoes step on his chest, heavy, heavy, one, two, in turn...

A mouthful of blood spewed out, his eyeballs were wide open, and even the pain was numb, only his chest felt tight...

Before he died, he suddenly heard the shouts of many people, sons, brothers, and officials... He actually laughed, and the bustling scene flashed by in front of him, the bustling scene of Shanghe Scene during the Qingming Festival, the singing and dancing in Kaifeng, and the gleaming porcelain of Jun Kiln , the bright beauty of Shu brocade, the splendid chapters of Tang poetry and Song poetry... Ah, Song Dynasty, so there are so many beautiful things.

However, in whose hands was she destroyed?Cai Jing, Tong Guan, Gao Qiu and other six traitors?The frivolous and fatuous father Song Huizong?Or still doting on treacherous ministers such as Qin Hui's brother Zhao Deji?

Great Song Dynasty, after all, died, just like a dream.

She was born at an untimely time and was powerless, even Xiaomai Meisu couldn't hold her back from her rapid decline.

There was a faint singing voice in his ears, it was his frivolous father who sang every day when he was imprisoned in the Five Kingdoms City:

All night the westerly wind shattered the door, and the lonely house in the depression was dimly lit.

Looking back at Jiashan for three thousand miles, I can see that there are no wild geese flying in the south of the sky.

Countless people were laughing, screaming, crying, and indifferent... In the crowded crowd, a man wearing a big hat turned around and quietly left without disturbing anyone.

However, tears suddenly fell from her eyes.

In any case, he is also one of the victims.Even Yue Pengju, even Lu Deng and his wife, even Lu Wenlong, even Yu Wenxuzhong, even Wanwan, Tianwei, Queen Zhu who committed suicide... they and they are the biggest victims of this insult and damage.

Just like a memory in the chapter of mourning the prosperous age, it has witnessed every decline of the Song Dynasty. Like the recorder of that era, he faithfully described the great sorrow or great joy, and his own destiny was integrated into it, which is already insignificant.

In the distance, came the eunuch's voice, high-pitched: "The fourth prince is here..."

The word "arrive" dragged on for a long time, like the resentment of the Tianbao years, thousands of miles away, possessed on this land of Dajin, like an endless vicious circle - they embarked on the old road of the Song Dynasty !They will perish like Da Song!
perish!No one can escape the fate of being destroyed!

She laughed and quickened her pace.

But tears streamed down his face, and his heart was cut like a knife.

The arena was already in chaos, the elders and children of the Song Kingdom gathered around Song Qinzong's body, screaming and crying loudly.Even the instigator, Hailing, was a little uneasy, looking at the wolf lord from time to time.How often have you witnessed such a big scene of violence and blood?He didn't dare to look at Song Qinzong's tattered body trampled by horses so that he couldn't see it. He hurriedly stood up and hurriedly wanted to return to the palace.

However, who dares to take over this mess?Even if Song Qinzong was just a prisoner, he was once the monarch of a country after all, and he was also related to this negotiation.

In this chaos, the eunuch's voice became clearer and sharper: "The fourth prince is here..."

However, in the transmission of such voices, he raised his head slightly, and among thousands of people, a figure wearing a bamboo hat left inadvertently.She walked neither fast nor slow, and would not attract people's attention at all. In the chaos, people all looked in the direction of the center... But, he saw it and recognized it, it was her, it was her!
From Empress Dowager Wei in the laundry yard in Shangjing to Empress Zhu who committed suicide; from the escape of Princess Tianwei to the death of Song Qinzong... that is the end of an era.And she, from beginning to end, participated in it and witnessed it with her own eyes.

Among thousands of people, his gaze was not disturbed at all, but he knew what he was seeing.

Her footsteps stopped, just a back view, a big bamboo hat, which was decorated by many people at the horse race, used to shade the sun.He thought, did she also hear the sound of "The fourth prince has arrived"?
But, why didn't she look back?Even just looking at it like this?
Her footsteps only paused briefly.Then, in the bustling crowd, go in the opposite direction... submerged in countless bamboo hats and crowds, like a clock in the opposite direction.

He felt lost.

With a black horse, Fang Tian painted a halberd, and the four princes in full armor galloped forward. The sound of horseshoes suppressed all the noise, and everyone fell silent, even the crying of the prisoners of Song Dynasty also stopped.

All eyes fell on the fourth prince, and Heci heaved a sigh of relief, as if a great savior had arrived.He has never been good at dealing with such difficult problems, and hurriedly walked over from the dragon chair with a happy expression on his face: "Fourth Uncle, you are here. From your point of view, what should we do now?"

(End of this chapter)