Slave to Queen: One Night Bride

Chapter 588 In the dark, there is God's will

The room was pitch black, as if in an empty cemetery.His body felt a little cold, and he took out the torch he had prepared in his arms and lit it.His dizzy eyes finally adapted to the dark light, and after a hazy trance, he staggered, tripped over something, and almost fell.He quickly stood still, only to find that there were boxes one after another in front of him.He opened it, and it was full of books, including Su Dongpo's poems and essays, Wang Anshi's poems and essays, Sima Guang's "Zizhi Tongjian"... one box after another, it is dizzying.Then, there are some ancient books, calligraphy and paintings, gadgets, and some of the emperor's dharma, chariots, brine books, ceremonial guards, ritual vessels, musical instruments, armillary spheres, bronze figures, engraved leaks, chess sets, game tools, etc...

These were all collected by the Jin army from Kaifeng during the Jingkang catastrophe, whether useful or not, they all took them with them.However, after all, it is not as good as the real gold, silver and jewelry, and many gold soldiers are not interested. Therefore, in order to reduce the burden on the road, they left all these relatively "worthless" things in Jingyuanzhuang.

Things have become dusty and yellow over the years.

The person who lit the torch, looking at this pile of lifeless dead things, suddenly became flustered and frightened.He came here by accident. For some reason, he was in a panic all night. When he got up to relieve himself, he accidentally saw the key dropped by the drunken guard servant. He was suddenly curious.It wasn't the first time he had come here, but he had never entered the closed door and wanted to see what was inside.

Especially this night, he was inexplicably more curious about everything in this room.

He took another look at these things, suddenly wanted to leave, and left immediately.The ambiance is eerie in its disrepair.

After walking a few steps, he tripped again with a loud bang.He was so panicked that all the fire pockets fell to the ground, almost burning the back of his feet.After a while, he suddenly got up and lit the firebox again.Blocking the way is a piece of armor.It was a piece of armor from my own country of Song. It could be seen that it belonged to a general. Although it had already rusted, it was still standing in the vicissitudes of life. It was just that it was tripped by this, and it couldn't support it anymore, like an armor that had gone through wind and rain. The big tree suddenly fell to the ground.

He rubbed his eyes, and saw two tablets next to him:

Great Song Yishi Lu Deng
Mrs. Lu, a woman of Song Dynasty

There was a buzzing in his head, as if a thunderbolt had exploded, he was flustered, and his whole body was boiling.who is thisWhy do I have such a strange feeling?

He was trembling in fear, his face was covered with sweat, and he didn't even dare to look directly at the armor.

Suddenly, a story told by my father flashed through my mind.There was a Song general who resisted desperately, he died in battle, and his wife was martyred.Even the enemy was moved and adopted his orphan.At that time, father did not say the name of General Song.This person is called Lu Deng, and himself is called Lu Wenlong.

He fell to the ground, dizzy in his head, without any judgment, just afraid.

He didn't know there was a rush of footsteps, until a person rushed in like a whirlwind, with a stern voice: "Wenlong, what are you doing here?"

He struggled to stand up, his whole body limp as if he couldn't lift his strength, and said dryly: "I, I can't sleep, I don't know how I got here..."

Jin Wushu panted heavily, swept over the tablet of Lu Deng and his wife, and said angrily: "Wenlong, go and rest. It's midnight, don't run around."

"Father, answer my two questions."

He was not begging, his tone was blunt that Jin Wushu had never heard before.

He reluctantly said, "What do you want to ask? How can children have so many questions?"

"First, did you save mom? Second, who is this Lu Deng?"

With a "slap", the answer was a heavy slap.

Both of them were stunned.Lu Wenlong opened his eyes wide in disbelief.Father, father actually beat himself.He had never hit himself like this since he was a child.Jin Wushu was also stunned and couldn't believe his hands.He lost control of his emotions a few times, and a chill rose from the soles of his feet. It was Luden staring at him, as if he had died unrepentantly when he was martyred, and his body could not fall down even after passing three passes, until he promised in front of him to treat him kindly. son.

In the dark, there is God's will.When he went to hunt down King Qin this time, he never expected that Lu Wenlong would follow him secretly.It's fine to follow, but broke into this room by accident.

Could it be the souls of Lu Deng and his wife guiding him?

The corpses of Lu Deng and Mrs. Lu appeared in front of my eyes...the corpses of countless women and children in Huaiyang City...thousands of corpses massacred in the towns around Zhuxian Town...

Back then, he was repeatedly defeated by Yue Pengju. He saw Yingshui, Yancheng, Hanchang and other cities fall one after another.After repeated battles and defeats, the cruelty of the war madman was crazily exposed, and all the towns he passed were slaughtered.Especially when he was forced to evacuate Zhuxian Town, he witnessed the carnival of those Song people who yearned for "Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day", thought of his own failure, hated him to the bone, and personally issued an order to massacre the city.That night, blood flowed into rivers in Zhuxian Town, as long as there was no time to escape, all the men from one to one hundred years old were killed; all the women were captured and became tens of thousands of gold army camp prostitutes, suffering terrible gang violence , It is said that many women were gang-raped by more than 200 Jinjun soldiers a day and a night, and seven or eight out of ten died on the same day.Even on the night of the biggest failure in his life, he was panicked in Longde Palace, drunk, and grabbed the woman snatched by the soldiers for fun, like the end of the world.Until the next day, he saw the bodies of two [-]-year-old girls dragged out... In a trance, he didn't know who did it, and he didn't dare to admit who did it-it wasn't him-it was war !It's war!
For so long, because of peace, he has long been indifferent to this terrible day.War is enough to turn every kind person into a beast.Therefore, in the days to come, he was so determined to advocate peace, and to subdue others without fighting, and only then did the Song and Jin peace talks.

Are these wrong?
However, at this moment, those corpses seemed to be revived, staring at him one by one, erratically.Those are life-threatening eyes, thousands of white bones.He took a step back, a gurgling sound in his throat.

"Father..."

He woke up to the familiar voice of his son.On the opposite side, there were Lu Wenlong's eyes, just a pair of children's eyes, those eyes were blank, and they were as frightened as himself, but they didn't have any hatred, just doubts, fears, and even surprises, as if they couldn't believe it.

Under the dark fire, half of the child's face was swollen, and the corner of the mouth was bleeding.It was a slap in the face of his panic, without any thought, without leaving any room for it. The general's shot was so powerful that Lu Wenlong couldn't dodge it, and he didn't dodge it, so the injury was not light.

He raised the hand that he had just hit him, and took a step back, still in disbelief.It wasn't because of that slap in the face, but because of his own loss of control—the feeling of powerlessness and fear as cold as bone marrow, like the retribution of reincarnation.

"Father, what's wrong with you? Your face is so ugly..."

He forced a laugh and reconfirmed that those eyes were kind and tolerant. There was really no hatred, no hatred at all, just worry, very worried: "Father, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I'm okay." His forehead was full of cold sweat, and his voice became tired, as if he had just experienced a great war and exhausted all his strength. "Son, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Dad apologized to himself, why?

Lu Wenlong muttered, not knowing how to answer.His mind was also in a mess, but after all, he was only a teenager, and the chaotic thoughts quickly receded, and he couldn't think of anything. He even forgot to ask why Dad beat him. Was it saved by Dad? Was it really?" He didn't know why he was so eager to know this question, as if he couldn't feel at ease if he didn't answer this question.

Jin Wushu stared at him, only then did he realize that he was stepping on a book, which was Sima Guang's "Zi Zhi Tong Jian", which was a copy of Song's movable type printing technique. Perfect example.

Bi Sheng, a man of the Song Dynasty, used fine and sticky clay to make long square cylinders, and engraved reverse-written individual characters on them, one character at a time, and put them in an earthen kiln to harden with fire to form movable type.Then according to the content of the article, the words are arranged in order, placed on iron frames one by one to make printing plates, and then heated and flattened on the fire, it can be printed.Remove the movable type after printing, and it can be reused next time.

It is such a seemingly simple invention that made the civilization of the Song Dynasty have a long history, so that Su Dongpo's pamphlets are sold everywhere on the street stalls of Dajin and Liao.

Lu Wenlong's eyes also fell on the book, and then he lifted his foot and picked it up: "Mom said, Sima Guang is one of the greatest figures in their Song Dynasty. My mother also said that if Sima Guang, If Wang Anshi, Su Dongpo, Di Qing, Lao Zhong Jinglue and others are not dead, Song will not have the shame of Jingkang..."

Every time he said a word, Jin Wushu's complexion changed a bit.The child didn't know what kind of yearning expression he had when he said this.Perhaps, that is a kind of nature?He suddenly regretted deeply, he shouldn't, really shouldn't have let him stay with Hua Rong for so long.At that time, it was the child's most rebellious juvenile moment, and it was also the most affected moment.At this time, he grew up beside Hua Rong and experienced many bloody battles, that's why he developed such an expression and the behavior of sneaking into the house like this?
Jin Wushu took his hand: "It's late at night, go to rest."

Although the voice was kind, it had a harshness and impatience that Lu Wenlong had never heard before.

"Father, are you going to attack the enemy?"

Jin Wushu said vaguely, "Daddy will come back to accompany you soon."

"Father, I want to go with you. I've grown up too, and it's time for me to make meritorious service."

Jin Wushu was flustered, how could he let him go?If he meets Hua Rong, the consequences will be disastrous.

"Father, I must go with you!"

"You must not go!"

"Father, I..."

"I have made up my mind, no need to say more!"

After all, he didn't dare to disobey, and followed Jin Wushu out.Jin Wushu turned around, pulled the bronze door with his own hands, and closed a room full of Tang poetry, Song Ci and Fajia ceremonial guards.

(End of this chapter)