My brother’s name is just like that, and he’s about to pass away soon…”

The two young men looked at each other, but they broke away from each other with one hand, threw the jewelry to the maid behind them, and then still stood with their hands behind their backs, seriously refusing, and the young man next to them repeated it like a parrot.

Rules! Rules!

Song Wanru had never been so excited in the past few years. Her brother and her brother's memorial tablets were about to pass by. She was only a few steps away, but it seemed that she could never reach them. When she was almost crying, those two people

However, they each took a step back, and then all turned their backs. The taller one among them even took the two soldiers on duty and took half a step back together.

Song Wanru ran away before she could say thank you. She hurriedly chased the wooden sign with the same name, shouting all the way. Gradually, she was blocked by people. The densely packed wooden signs were put together by the sergeants, and they were followed by people chasing after her.

The taxi driver couldn't help but cry.

The civil and military officials on the platform began to offer sacrifices, and then someone started making noises, passing down the officials' words one by one. Amidst the sobbing, the world in front of Song Wanru's eyes began to blur and began to shake violently, and she could no longer see clearly.

The words on the wooden signs disappeared, and those densely packed wooden signs began to twist and mutate in my eyes, turning into familiar frowns and smiles.

——"First, during the war between the Song and Jin Dynasties, we, the people of the Song Dynasty, protected the country and the people, and resisted aggression. We were right and wrong! We were right and not violent!"

She finally couldn't help but started crying.

She began to cry the tears she had not shed when the news of her uncle and brother's death came. She cried that she could not even bury the body, and her clothes were nowhere to be found.

She cried about why she was only focused on hatred, stuck in her own misery, and why she didn't think about being nicer to herself and him.

She cried that she was a courtesan but still refused to accept her fate, and when she dreamed about it at midnight, she would read that she was the daughter of an innocent family, crying that she could no longer admit her surname.

She cried that her parents and brothers had left her one after another, but she didn't even have anyone to talk to. She looked around and looked at the lonely people. She cried, why is she still hating, hating why someone can safely miss the so-called Fengheng?

Henan University.

——"Second, this war lasted for seven years from the seventh year of Xuanhe to the fifth year of Jianyan. Although the Song Dynasty suffered countless casualties and lost thousands of miles of territory, in the end the Song Dynasty would win and the Jin Dynasty would lose!"

She cried louder and louder, became more and more careless, and became more and more heartbreaking.

She cried that the city of Bianjing, which she once loved so deeply, had fallen into disrepair under the iron hooves of the golden men, and the prosperity in her childhood memories was gone forever.

She cried about the sweets that she could no longer eat even though she had money. She cried about the days and nights when she didn't dare to sleep and lay on the ground without daring to make a sound, watching her brother fall step by step.

She cried that someone who loved beauty and cleanliness so much had escaped death several times, and she cried that she had become a lonely ghost in her life. She cried that all her relatives had died, and she was left homeless to care about life and death. She cried that she had been sleeping in this place all night long.

A dream full of white bones and a head that cannot rest in peace.

——"Third, despite all the difficulties and obstacles, I will not change my mind and I will never give up until I defeat Huanglong! I encourage the whole world to share these words!"

She was so angry that she couldn't hold on anymore and knelt on the ground. The tears that had been suppressed in her heart since Jingkang burst out.

In her blurry tearful eyes, she saw herself kneeling in front of her parents as she had imagined countless times, and her parents smilingly picked out the words for her hairpins. She saw herself in a red wedding dress, and her brother sent her to the sedan chair, carved with pink and jade.

The younger brother is chasing the sedan horse.

Her hands tightly held the fine silk handkerchief, as if she had once held her father's beard, her mother's black hair, her brother's sleeves, her brother's little hand, and the "The Analects of Confucius" that her father bought for her.

"Poetry" copied to her by her brother.

In her cries, she seemed to hear the cheers of her brother passing the exam and parading the hairpin flowers in the streets, hearing the whispers of her parents cutting candles, hearing her father teaching her to write "Establish a heart for heaven and earth, and establish a destiny for the people", and hear her mother teaching her to read "Jun".

A wise minister is loyal, a father is kind and a son is filial, brothers, friends and brothers are respectful, a husband is affectionate and a concubine is affectionate.

She cried about the relatives she could never save and the past that could never be recovered. She cried that she had lived for seventeen years. Half of the time, she learned from her parents about loyalty to the emperor, patriotism, morality, benevolence and righteousness. The other half of the time, she hated the emperor and his ministers and sacrificed their lives for righteousness.

.

"Mrs. He."

"...Ms. He?"

She raised her head and helped the maid to stand up. It was a young official she knew well who was calling her. Song Wanru reluctantly wiped her tears and heard him persuade her: "Isn't Mrs. He a local... Most of these people

He is a Guanxi man who died in the Battle of Yaoshan. Madam, you don’t need to feel sad, it’s probably... it’s probably just the same name.”

Just the same name.

It's just the same name.

Song Wanru patted the little maid who was glaring with red eyes, and gently thanked him for his persuasion. She did not participate in any subsequent rituals and sacrifices, and left here exhausted. The maid was still angry, and she couldn't help but treat others so little.

Ask her why she is not angry.

Why? Song Wanru smiled, because she knew what she had been waiting for for the past few years, and what she had been waiting for had finally come.

——Isn’t it the meaning of setting one’s heart and one’s destiny, continuing one’s knowledge and creating peace, for the nobles to read the books of sages? Young officials must lead the civil and military forces of the dynasty to do things in the future. If young officials can do this, they will be responsible for the future of the world.

It's getting better and better.

When Song Wanru said this, the maid was surprised to see a nostalgic smile on her face. She had never seen this kind of look before. She had only seen her wife's slightly frowned eyebrows when she looked at the sparse bamboos outside the window, lowering her head to study ink.

There was a dazed look on his face, and a sadness that could not be wiped away even by Yan Yan's words and smiles.

The maid always felt that the lady was like a fairy who descended to earth in Journey to the West, as if she was far away, as if she was about to leave at any time. The maid was confused and did not understand what the lady was saying, but her eyes suddenly filled with tears from this smile.

She felt so hot that she almost shed tears again. She hurriedly rubbed her eyes, then stretched out her hand and handed something out as if trying to escape, which was the white jade hairpin: "That tall fellow just threw it back."

Song Wanru was startled for a moment, and suddenly turned around. Naturally, she only saw passers-by who were excited after watching the Yuetai Festival. The maid held the hosta in pieces and said, "That person is very tall. The Nu family has met the Prince of Yan'an before.

But he is older than him. I think that the Prince of Yan'an County is a man who has to eat three cows for a meal and can uproot willows. I wonder if that person can hold those two people hostage..."

"Hold on?"

"It's true that he was being held hostage. My wife didn't notice it just now, but I could see it clearly..."

When the maid saw her lady looking over, her cut eyes full of teasing, she stopped talking. Song Wanru thought that the "three-headed cow" she said was a bit funny, and then she thought of that person's face.

Wang Zhongfu.

Song Wanru gently repeated the name, Wang Zhongfu. She remembered that her father once told her "Yi", pointed to "Zhongfu Xinye" in "Yi·Za Gua Zhuan" and said "remember, remember". Zhongfu Zhongfu, listen

He said that the people standing there today were all Taipei students and martial arts students. People with such names wanted to be the ancestors of the family. However, in a panic, he handed over the hosta.

It was several years later that Song Wanru thought of that hurried appearance of the little housekeeper again. After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the matter of the release of official officials, which had been rumored before, began to be implemented. Regular guests came to visit and asked if she was here.

List. This kind of thing is easy to become a naturalized citizen once but difficult to become a naturalized citizen, but Song Wanru replied, yes.

It’s easy to guess what regular customers are thinking. In front of beauties, talented people who claim to be romantic generally have a strange mentality, and they have a strong desire to “encounter and have sex with their wives”. It’s just the beauties in the romantic field.

There is always the fear of changing the color of the twilight and the coming of the dynasty. The Wuling young man's entanglement is the root of his life. For many years, he has only been fighting for his head from the Wuling young man. Finding a good man to sell him again is the future of these people.

The last good deal for the yellow flowers. Otherwise? What else can be done?

——It can also play the role of qinqiao, wake up the yellow beam, and see through the world, giving birth to a deep dream.

Song Wanru has no idea of ​​becoming a monk. Women who have left their citizenship are often more likely to find jobs, and whether they are good or not, it is easy to jump from the volcano into a new sea of ​​misery. On the contrary, it is not as enjoyable as interacting with literati. The government encourages women to show their faces, and she does not need to

He served banquets for officials, big and small, and lived in seclusion like a layman who didn't care about the world. It became more and more difficult for the disciples of Feng Yue to see his true appearance, and the number of invitations doubled.

She actually found it a bit funny.

She likes to visit Bianjing City more and more, or sit by the window in a restaurant for a day, looking at the bustling world. In fact, she can't remember many things in the past. Sometimes she feels that the smell of selling sheep's heads is similar to that of the old days.

Sometimes it doesn't seem like it, and she suspects that she has remembered it wrong. The little maid is asking questions in a daze, but the servants she hired are very worried about her "life events".

Song Wanru teased him: "When will you marry your wife?"

The boy hesitated and hesitated, his eyes drifting to the maid. The little maid chirped in agreement: "Yes, yes, I will eat your wedding wine when the time comes."

The boy's face turned red and he breathed heavily in his chest.

Marrying a man and a woman seems to be a matter of course, but in fact she just doesn't want to make do with it. Her savings are still enough to live a lifetime, as long as there are no unforeseen twists and turns - this is probably why those sisters returned to their old careers.

After getting an official status, he became a private person. Once you act wildly, wait until you can no longer survive, Song Wanru said to herself. And she was not the only one who was wild, sometimes she felt that the rumored official family was also quite wanton.

——Why did the wanton official family become the master of ZTE?

Spring passed and autumn came, time flew by quickly. A century of history in the country suddenly came to an end, and Xixia was recovered. This was not the news that Song Wanru learned from the newspaper in her residence. When she knew about it, she was at Wuyue Temple. The scholar

When Zi shouted loudly at Wuyue Temple, almost everyone in the temple was excited.

Song Wanru turned to the confused and excited maid and said, "There is hope for Yixue Jingkangsha."

There was a curtain in front of her, but people familiar with her could still recognize her. She said this casually, but someone next to her overheard and said jokingly: "Does a business woman also know that she hates the subjugation of her country?"

Song Wanru turned around and looked around. It turned out to be a regular customer of the main store where she worked as a courtesan, and was also the "intimate person" of a sister who was traveling with her. She smiled, nodded without saying anything, and just turned around and left.

The maid asked her what a merchant girl was, and she paused and replied: "Just a woman like me, a survivor."

The maid thought for a while, opened her eyes and said, "The slave family is also a survivor."

Pan Xiaoguan still didn't give up - it was inappropriate to call him Xiaoguan. It had been ten years since Jianyan was born, and he was no longer the young man he was before. Song Lu was a female householder, and Song Wanru managed to open a teahouse after she deregistered, and she was still married.

The godmother on duty and Pan Guan were rare talents in the huge city of Tokyo. She couldn't bear to be rejected by others, so she held the piano and asked him: "Huang Zhonggong Tune is so fun, what do you want to listen to?"

Pan Guanren said for a long time: "Why not "The Sapphire Case" that I often played in the past?"

"In the past, preludes were for making a living, but now they are for giving to friends, and giving to friends must be timely." Song Wanru plucked out the high-spirited prelude with a stroke of her hand, pressed the strings and said, "The soldiers are marching north, and "Four Sails" is just the right time.

The time is right.”

Pan Guanren looked at her gloomily and said nothing. Song Wanru sighed with a smile: "I can't afford to return the gift you sent me - Ling Zheng is very generous and a very good person."

"I just want to know what kind of lady you really want... you won't really be alone all your life."

Will she be alone all her life? Maybe, she is already in her twenties and is no longer a young lady.

There are more than a thousand horses riding in the East, and the husband is at the top. What is the use of knowing the husband? The white horse follows the Li colt.
To be continued...