There was no way to avoid it. Half a year later, after the Mid-Autumn Festival in the third year of Jianyan, the capital warned civilians, women and children that if there was someone to rely on in the south, they might as well leave the capital. However, the young and strong military dependents were not allowed to leave at will unless approved by the Kaifeng Prefecture; the Privy Council announced

The city's property will be placed under military control immediately. If there are military needs, houses will be demolished, and property will be requisitioned, all property will not be disobeyed, and the city's young men and women will be registered in the register for transfer.

Song Wanru had nowhere to go, and no place to take refuge. The words of the officials in the talent promotion ceremony had long been circulated - a total war between the Song and Jin Dynasties. It was an emergency period, and no one paid attention to the few official talents registered. But she also

She doesn't want to find shelter in a hurry. Who can she rely on? Who knows whether she will be sold for food or to please the golden people in the end? What she has is just a little bit of freedom that seems to allow her to make her own decision.

However, it may be that there were too many women leaving Beijing, so Song Wanru was raided to be a cook. Mrs. Wu from the official family led some maids to boil water and cook food on the river embankment.

Song Wanru remembered that when the Jin people besieged the city a few years ago, the Beishou official also wore armor and helmets to patrol the city, and even rewarded the soldiers with meals cooked for the emperor in the imperial kitchen. The style was similar, but she

Seeing that the river was getting wider and wider this time and the city wall was getting thicker, she thought blankly, even if the official family wanted to leave Beijing this time, it would probably take a little longer, right? After all, I heard that the official family also wanted to leave the capital.

He once defeated the golden man.

But she didn't wait for the golden man. In November, the Tokyo government still said that it was semi-open, but the people in the city seemed to be holding back and suddenly became lively. The next few years seemed to be a dream, one after another.

When news of the victory came, even in the restaurant there were scholars who imitated Wang Jinggong after drinking and said frankly that the Jin people were not enough to fear, the old government was not enough to follow the law, and the two saints were not enough to show mercy.

It's just that she doesn't have anyone worth worrying about.

In the past, officials were elegant and good at poetry, but today's officials are even more elegant and good at poetry; in the past, countless beauties in the harem were plundered, but now, when the officials were King Kang, they also had countless beauties, as if they were all taken away by the Jin Dynasty;

The family's surname is Zhao, and he abandoned his subjects without caring about them. The current official family is his son and younger brother. He also abandoned the capital and ran south. The former official family has been known as "frivolous" for twenty years, and today's official family also has the reputation of "frivolous".

Many scholars criticized it as "frivolous".

However, she didn't know why this official, who had so many similarities, could make the Jin people retreat and fail again and again. Just as she didn't know why fate was so unpredictable, the days in Tokyo seemed to be getting better and better, and her father,

Mother, eldest brother, weak brother, and even the husband who chose himself under compromise will never see this better and better world again. Everyone is slowly sinking into it, people's minds are at peace, and no one wants to repeat Jingkang.

, everyone is struggling to dream of the glorious old dream of prosperity and prosperity. It seems that only in this way, those pains, those nightmares, and those too many bones that are not enough to be buried can really be left behind like a dream and go with the wind.

, you can completely pretend that it has never happened, and calmly accept the so-called getting better and better, and more and more comfortable life.

She had almost forgotten her own name, and became more and more accustomed to others calling her "Ms. He".

"Ms. He, Mr. Pan has generous gifts. He said that he is going to have a big banquet for the guests. Please come to the house to have a chat with me."

"Ms. He, the latest styles have been sent. This is the newspaper that just came out."

"Ms. He, Mr. Zhang Xiaoguan will invite you to sing a song based on the lyrics in three days to add to the fun. He said that there will be a scholar at the banquet who will write the lyrics... This banquet has a lot of rules. If you go there, you will definitely become famous."

She didn't go.

Zhang Xiaoguan's people invited a lot of musicians, and Taiwei Zhang's banquet was held for several days in a row. Every day became grander and grander, and every day it became closer to the grand and magnificent old dream. On the seventh day, she wore a curtain hat

I also watched a top-notch banquet that had not been staged in Tokyo for a long time from a distance.

Song Wanru vaguely thought of the extravagance of King Cai that her father had talked about a long time ago, the Gen Yue of the official family, and the expense of ten thousand sheep that her brother had questioned. But this time, the scholars and people in Tokyo were not as "harsh" as before.

"ridicule" - everyone knows that Captain Zhang and those handsome ministers are generally today's Wei Huo who saved the country. What's wrong with being greedy for money? Are there still few rumors of corruption in the military in the hundreds of years since the founding of the Song Dynasty? Isn't it already very difficult for the Song army to be able to fight?

Is it rare?

She showed no expression at all. She only looked at him for a while, then turned back to the maid calmly and said, "Come back."

When Wuling was a young man, he was quarreling over his head. He sang countless red ribbons. Bai Letian couldn't be more right. She hired a few strong boys and bought a few girls as maids. They were all living in chaos while wandering around.

A poor person who was sold and deceived. Her house was renovated several times, and it became more and more difficult to get into. She became a so-called courtesan that even serious women despised, and was sought after by romantic scribes. Poems taught by her parents in the past

Books have become her reliance, and her worth is rising day by day. She wears the latest fashions, expensive materials, and exquisite accessories, talks and laughs with scholars, and has no idle contacts.

Tokyo has restored its old bustle, but also added a lot of new excitement. Today there is a Cuju League in Hanfang Garden, tomorrow it is said that Concubine Wu who once boiled water for laundry has written a new chapter, and the next day it is said that the legend of the White Snake attracted the Buddha.

Taoism was quarreling. Pan Guanren, who was acquainted with her, invited her to go to the Five Mountains to watch the excitement. After watching for a long time, she brought up the old story of Su Dongpo and Qin Cao's inquiry into Chan Jifeng.

"'I don't want to suffer hardship and be good, and I don't want to be happy, so I will recite Buddha's name and go to the West from now on.'" After reciting the words of Qin Cao in the legend, Song Wanru asked with a smile while waving her fan, "Does the official want to persuade me to be good?"

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Pan Guanren's mouth was dry for a moment, and he stared at her and stammered: "So-and-so can help Mrs. He..."

Reading too much is actually not good, she thought dully. The more you read, the more you will inevitably think too much. "Tianwen" asked more than 170 questions, and she seemed to want to ask more. How about being a good person? Not being a good person.

So what? How did she become a "bad"? She didn't know where she would go in the future, or what the meaning of her life was. She began to think about death frequently, but she no longer had the same thoughts as before.

Determined and sad, this thought can only bring her infinite sorrow. She wants to see her parents and brothers, but she dare not see them. She is afraid that her parents will blame her, and she is even more afraid that her parents will feel sorry for her. On the anniversary of her death, she faced

During the memorial ceremony, she always wanted to say "May I miss you", but she couldn't make a sound or cry. She just choked in her heart.

The scholar-gentlemen with whom she was friends shook their heads and praised the wistfulness between their brows as the beauty's melancholy charm. Song Wanru did not argue, nor was she in the mood to argue. I heard that the nobles from Zhao who returned to the south often cried with grief, and no one returned the favor.

She was just wondering with interest what scandalous things happened in the north. At best, she was a girl's school girl, at worst, she was a slut that everyone could insult. In her eyes, she was like those people from Tokyo to Ryoga in the past.

The corpses everywhere are the dregs destined to be forgotten in Huanghuang's new dream. The only difference is that one is speechless and has bones in mud, and the other is a world full of snow.

——But the consolation is that the Supreme Being will inevitably be criticized and criticized. The two Supreme Beings are also the scum that Huanghuang New Dream wants to forget.

She had stopped thinking about these official husband-in-laws for a long time. She only talked about romance. Some people said it, so just listen to it for fun. No one said it. She read the Di newspaper just to relieve her boredom - Di

The newspaper is also the new excitement in Tokyo, and it is not good to read. The return of the Second Saint to the South is a big event, and everyone from the nobles to the lackeys and traders are noisily discussing the matter. The Pan Guan family opposite has a lot of knowledge, and he talks endlessly.

Just as he was talking about the so-called punishment of Baima to achieve Shaoxing, he was also talking endlessly about the rights and wrongs of conquering the puppet Qi, Song and Jin Dynasties and negotiating peace.

Song Wanru listened to each other, with a smile on her face, but inside she felt distant and indifferent, and even had some thoughts of "I knew it was so". What if the crown is shocking? The two officials are so good at this palace.

He is being raised in that temple, and he is just being raised by the adopted person and saying a few words.

Pan Guanren waved his sleeves excitedly: "The official also said -"

"——What are the Two Saints!" said a voice downstairs, with a firm tone, as if he was saying the obvious truth, "The officials did say that... but is there something wrong?!"

Pan Guanren, who was upstairs, was so shocked that he could not speak.

Song Wanru was stunned for a moment, and leaned forward slightly with interest. She watched the tall and sturdy young man who spoke and his companions walk out proudly. She noticed Pan Guanren's gentle expression and asked, "Does the official recognize that person?"

Pan Guanren stared at his companion and shook his head fiercely. Then he explained that the resentment of the official family was normal and obvious, but it would inevitably lead to misunderstandings by ignorant people. Moreover, the official family had many cryptic views on the two Queen Mothers and their entourage in the Northern Kingdom.

So dissatisfied.

Song Wanru burst into laughter. The showoff official opposite immediately shut up and asked her why she was laughing. She shook her head and did not explain. It was too ridiculous. She felt it was too funny. She didn't remember what she should have, but she remembered the innocence of hundreds of gold and silver coins.

But now she doesn't know whether she is crazy or the world is crazy. She has negotiated with everyone and the Second Saint has returned south. She is so stubborn and unable to wake up from the nightmare, turning over and over again.

It seems that the old wounds and bruises are almost gone.

I guess it's because she's crazy. If she's crazy, she's crazy. If she's not crazy, she can't live, so she still has to live.

In the fifth year of Jianyan, people in Tokyo can barely say that "there will be no war this year." However, in the past few years, there has been little leisure, and more and more weird things have happened. As the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, people say that officials and ministers will hold a grand ceremony at Yuetai.

Some people even said that those who sacrificed were not only those famous ministers with integrity, but also ordinary people. When the maid told her this, she was still torn between believing it or not, but she ran into the Imperial City Secretary head-on.

Investigating the golden spies. She looked at the frightened store steward through the screen, but soon, she also lost her temper.

——How many people were involved in private affairs? How many people were involved in the Jin people’s military disaster? How many people were relatives of the Yimin people?

"Madam," the maid asked anxiously, "will there be any trouble? Isn't this a disgraceful and despicable act, and the relatives of the righteous people are not allowed to do this?"

The ten-year-old maid she picked up also lived a poor and happy life like that of a small family in Hebei!

Song Wanru couldn't give an answer, so she could only remain silent.

The days flew by and it was the Mid-Autumn Festival. The maid was young and was busy going to see the excitement. Incense, powder, buns, and clothes were what she relied on to live and work, and she could not relax for a moment. There was a huge crowd near the summit.

Almost everyone from Bianjing came out. Hundreds of Tai students and martial arts students were arranged in various places to guide them. There was a buzz of excitement everywhere. This one could not see the altar or memorial tablet, and the other one could not even see the officials even if they were far away.

Really. After a while, there was a little movement like fireworks, and everyone burst into laughter again.

The shaking started with a loud thunder-like sound.

Song Wanru watched the soldiers and horses pile up the old Jin helmets in rows, and the armors, weapons, and flags were also piled up one by one into a mountain. The maids and servants who had fled from the two rivers beside her couldn't help but burst into tears with the people around her.

People can fight and win, and the Jin can finally fight and win. Maybe one of the helmets was a relic of the Jin who killed his father and brother, or maybe one of the armors was peeled off from the Jin who insulted his mother and sister. Song Wanru heard

The maid asked her in a tearful voice, Madam, my father has taken revenge, right? The official has taken revenge for my father, right?

She was speechless. She saw the monarchs and dignitaries starting to stand up on the platform in the distance. She stared blankly at the big blank wooden sign and the wooden signs with place names written on them one after another.

Song Wanru began to push forward, trying to pass through the crowd of people.

One wooden sign after another was sent over, and a steady stream of iron was transported from here to the distance. Song Wanru's eyes were fixed on the name on the wooden sign, and her ears gradually became strangely quiet, but she couldn't care about anything.

She could only hear the voice in her heart eagerly repeating the names of those wooden plaques, getting louder and louder.

Zhang...Wang...Zhao...Li...Liu...Song...

Liu...Song...!

Song Wanru turned back suddenly, looked around, and called out to the two young men who looked familiar. She had no time to think carefully about why she felt familiar, and she had no time to pay attention to why the young man looked wrong and his face was red. She hurriedly scanned

After seeing the words "Wang Zhongfu" and "Wu Yi" on their name tags, Wei Weiyifu asked: "I have seen Xiao Wang Sheren, I have seen Xiao Wu Sheren... I am so abrupt, can I let me pass by?"

Go there?"

The taller and older Wang Sheren showed his big palm and gave a weak push. Song Wan subconsciously avoided it and heard him say seriously: "According to today's rules, you can't!" As soon as he finished speaking, a handsome face appeared on his face.

Yi's young fellow also added sternly, "If you want to go, little lady, just go out from behind and walk around in a circle, but don't mess with the rules."

Rules! Rules!

Song Wanru almost gritted her teeth and asked, but her mother's gentle voice saying, "The rules are strictly enforced and cannot be deceived" suddenly reached her ears. She turned back and glanced at the queue of memorial tablets, and directly grabbed Wang Zhongfu's big palm and pulled the wrapper from her sleeve.

The white jade hairpin of the handkerchief was stuffed into the opponent's hand. She didn't even have time to tell what she had stuffed into her hand. She just wailed: "Please be kind to the two people in the small house. I just saw a wooden sign saying I
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