Chapter 379 Li Qingzhao and Zhu Shuzhen This Night
Chapter 379 This night, Li Qingzhao and Zhu Shuzhen
"Even if the Ru Jin people invade again, I will fight to the death in the Song Dynasty! I, Wang Lin, will carry a coffin to go on the battle! I was born in Shandong and buried in Hebei to defend my country and not afraid of death!"
Behind the hall.
Zhao Gou and Wei Ying, mother and son, Zhao Fujin, Zhu Lian, Emperor Chongde, Zhao Yupan and Zhao Ji's other princes and daughters, stood behind the golden silk and jade-threaded mountain screen, and Wang Lin's voice was echoed in his ears.
His face turned red and he was overwhelmed with excitement.
Whether Wang Lin is Cao Gong or not, it doesn’t matter whether he is Cao Gong or not. What’s important is that Wang Lin is not afraid of life and death for the sake of the Song Dynasty and the whole country!
Zhao Gou was in a state of excitement and murmured to himself.
He remembered Wang Lin's words: Born as a human being, you should live standing and not live alone!
Zhao Fujin burst into tears.
She hugged and cried.
No one knows better than Zhao Fujin how determined Wang Lin is to defend his country and how great the sacrifice of fighting for the country is.
Since the Fuhu Army formed its army, the imperial court has given only a handful of military pay and supplies, which basically relied on Wang Lin to raise it himself.
Wang Lin devoted all his billions of wealth, wealth, and life to the army.
Murong Wan'er's operating income in the past two years has been unreserved and has been used for military use.
Looking at the Song Dynasty, who can do it?
Having reached this point, isn’t my father Zhao Ji still unwilling to give up his internal tutor, for fear of affecting his personal pleasure?
Therefore, if the Song Dynasty court wanted to accuse Wang Lin of bringing heavy troops and suppressing the court with great achievements, it would definitely be a disadvantage.
Emperor Chongde choked and said, "Roufu, do you still think that King Yan is a thief Cao?"
Zhao Huanhuan's tender apple round face was covered with tears, and she shook her head desperately.
"Sister Four, where are you?" Chongde looked at Emperor Ande Zhao Jinluo again.
A layer of mist appeared in Zhao Jinluo's narrow and long eyes.
Her pink melon-shaped face was full of sadness, and she suddenly turned around and sobbed.
At this moment, Zhao Jinluo believed in the dream that Wang Lin mentioned in Qingzhou before.
With the Jin people's cruel nature, if the Song Dynasty was destroyed, and the royal nobles, with golden branches and jade leaves, fell into the hands of the Jin people, they would probably end up being something they could not bear to say.
"If it weren't for the King of Qi, I would have been given to the Xixia people by my father... Then the crown prince of Xixia was ambition. If the King of Qi had not led his army to conquer, now our Song Dynasty would have been attacked by Xixia and Jin people from both sides, and the country would have been destroyed for a long time.
”
Chongde sighed quietly: "The Emperor Chongde is dead, and now I am Zhao Yulian."
Chongde threw himself into Zhao Fujin's arms and burst into tears.
Zhao Yupan's expression was complicated. She looked at her ninth brother Zhao Gou who was standing in front, and felt mixed emotions.
Once upon a time, the life, death, honor and disgrace of the royal family of the Zhao Song Dynasty had already been dependent on the King of Yan.
There is no more luck.
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The night is getting deeper.
The autumn wind outside the window is bleak.
The insects are chirping in the Mid-Autumn Festival in the courtyard.
Li Qingzhao this night was completely different from the past. She even took the initiative to cooperate with Wang Lin to change into a few shameful positions, and also took the initiative to seek several times.
Wang Lin knew that she felt guilty about Wang Zhongshan’s father and daughter, and she also knew that she actually wanted to have a child.
She grew older and wanted to have a bond that maintained their emotions, because she was worried that she would lose Wang Lin's favor because she was worried that she would be old and deteriorate.
Although she is a talented woman of a generation and has a very beautiful woman, she is still an ordinary woman after all.
"Qingzhao, has the daughter of Wang saved her?"
"Yes." Li Qingzhao curled up in Wang Lin's arms and said softly: "When Cui Shicheng heard that Yun'er was a slave's cousin, he immediately sent Yun'er back and wanted to come to the door to apologize, but was resigned by Xiao Yi."
"But my uncle has bad intentions, slave... rejected her request to keep Yun'er in the mansion. However, Yun'er is pitiful. She is young and has to live a widow. Moreover, with her color, the Wang family may not be able to protect her.
Live with her."
Wang Lin chuckled: "Qingzhao, don't make things difficult for you. You can only keep her by your side. You can either stay alone or remarry her, don't think too much."
Li Qingzhao said no, but she didn't want to talk about this topic anymore.
She suddenly remembered something else, and a little worried appeared on her pretty face full of aftertaste, and her delicate body gradually became cold.
Wang Lin looked at her deeply and guessed what she was afraid of.
She married Zhao Mingcheng for more than ten years and had no children.
And I have been with Wang Lin for so long and have never shown my conscience.
If it were her... her face suddenly became lonely, desolate, and a little scared.
In her life, she had never had such an urgent idea to have offspring for a man.
She has always been sentimental.
Sensitive, fragile, fantasy, sentimental, melancholy, often involuntarily fall into a state of depression, either lamenting the shortness of life, lamenting the impermanence of the world, and is often accompanied by a certain narcissistic and self-pitying loneliness.
The sadness comes as soon as possible, this is her main color.
It is also an important factor in her chanting many masterpieces of eternal songs.
Wang Lin hopes that she can maintain her talented traits, but she also hopes that she can get more energy.
For example, tonight can make couples more fun.
Isn't the violent change in her mood, Wang Lin hugged her tightly and said lightly: "Qingzhao, what I worry about will not happen... Even if that's the case, you don't need to worry too much. I respect you and love you as much as
There would never be any change at the beginning.”
"I know... I'm just a little scared, I'm afraid that I'll get old, you will..."
Li Qingzhao looked up at Wang Lin in a daze, and two tears fell from the corners of her eyes.
Li Qingzhao's poetic temperament has almost become an instinct. At such a moment of mutual affection and tenderness, she seems to be writing a poem to commemorate this unique night between her and Wang Lin, but her emotions are still
Not ready to mobilize...
Something strange under her made her exclaim directly, and she flew on her cheeks.
...
The slanting wind and drizzle make the autumn cold.
The thin willows in the yard sway in the wind, and the night outside the window was hazy. Zhu Shuzhen, who was in the Tingyu Xuan opposite, stood quietly in front of the window. She pushed open the window and let the autumn wind blow her face, wrapping her whole body tightly, soaking her body and mind.
She stood for a long time, then sighed, closed the window, walked back to the desk, and wrote a letter at her desk.
"Walking alone, sitting alone, singing solo, drinking alone, and lying alone. Standing sad, but the cold autumn touches people. Who can see this love? Tears say that there is nothing left in half of the makeup. I am still worried and sick, and I can't dream of removing the cold lamp."
Outside the door, Wang Lin hugged Li Qingzhao gently and listened to Zhu Shuzhen singing quietly in the room.
Li Qingzhao's face turned slightly red, she leaned into Wang Lin's ear and said softly: "My husband, Sister Shuzhen is homesick and has a grudge in her heart."
Wang Lin chuckled speechlessly.
In fact, Li Qingzhao knew in her heart that Wang Lin had been helping her with her parents' affairs these two days. She hurried to the villa where the two girls lived many times, but she had never met her.
More importantly, the two women were together in the past... Tonight, Li Qingzhao suddenly took the lead, and she felt a little uncomfortable.
In addition to being sentimental, Zhu Shuzhen's personality is also more self-respecting and sensitive, and is more like the "Miss Lin" in the Yan Prince's Mansion.
Two bent eyebrows seem to be frowning but not frowning, and one pair of eyes seem to be happy but not happy and affectionate.
The state of mind brings sorrow to both faces, and the contempt of the whole body is sick.
Tears were lit and gasping for a slight breath.
The leisure is like a beautiful flower shining on the water, and the action is like a weak willow to support the wind.
Many times, Wang Lin felt that the fairy of Crimson Pearl written by Cao Gong was probably the collection of Li Qingzhao and Zhu Shuzhen.
Look, "The curtain rolls up the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers", "The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged", "A kind of lovesickness, two idle worries"... With Lin Daimei's "Autumn flowers are bleak, autumn grass is yellow, Geng Geng Qiu
How similar is the lanterns and autumn nights?
Li Qingzhao hesitated for a while, pointed to Zhu Shuzhen's door, and blushed and said softly: "Go and coax Shuzhen's sister, but take care of yourself, don't..."
Li Qingzhao broke free from Wang Lin's arms, turned around and left.
Wang Lin: “…”
OK, squeeze yourself out and let yourself coax Sister Zhu.
The great female poet actually has such a "crawling" side.
Wang Lin sighed, fortunately, he ate tiger meat and drank tiger blood back then, and his constitution was different from ordinary people, otherwise he wouldn't be able to hold on...
Wang Lin knocked on the door.
Doodu.
When the door rang, Zhu Shuzhen's heart suddenly trembled: "Who?"
"I."
"In the middle of the night, the prince did not sleep at Sister Qingzhao's place, why did he come to my house to do it?"
Wang Lin listened to Zhu Shuzhen's voice pretending to be cold and trembled.
Ha... Wang Lin suddenly remembered Lin Daiyu's classic quote: "You have other sisters, you can chat, act coquettishly and make your brother happy. What are you here to do when you come to me?" He coughed and cleared his throat, thinking to me
It’s not Jia Baoyu, he will only be foolish and throw jade at this moment.
Wang Lin sneezes gently.
The door of the house opened quickly, and Zhu Shuzhen pulled her cloak and appeared at the door. She just complained, "I'm not afraid of catching a cold at night." Then Wang Lin wrapped a gust of cold wind and hugged her, then kicked her down and pulled her door.
Close.
...
After all, Zhu Shuzhen is not Lin Daiyu. She occasionally makes a little bitch. After all, she is very clear in her heart and knows that it is not hurtful.
But at the critical moment, the gentleness and delicacy of the Jiangnan woman still dominates.
Although it was midnight and she had just finished giving her a gift, she quietly got up and went to the kitchen with a thick cloak, and personally made a bowl of ginseng soup for Wang Lin.
Wang Lin obediently asked her to feed her a bowl of ginseng soup, and then hugged the petite and delicate water town woman and fell asleep.
He didn't know that Zhu Shuzhen had never closed her eyes all night.
When Wang Lin fell asleep, she stood up gently, put on her clothes and sat quietly in front of the desk, and compiled the second half of the long and short sentences she copied.
In the morning, the oriole outside the window sang dawn, and there was already a movement of the palace maids working in the courtyard. Wang Lin put on his clothes and got out of bed, quietly standing behind Zhu Shuzhen who was writing at the desk, and a touch of emotion arose in his heart.
How lucky he was to have a physical and mental consent for talented women like Li Qingzhao and Zhu Shuzhen.
Outside the door, Li Qingzhao's gentle and gentle laughter came: "My husband, sister Shuzhen, have you gotten up?"
Early in the morning, Li Qingzhao brought a bowl of hot chicken soup.
Zhu Shuzhen's face turned slightly red, and suddenly found that Wang Lin had gotten up, so she quickly responded and opened the door. Outside the door, Li Qingzhao brought a few beautiful palace maids with chicken soup and hot water, ready to serve the two of them to wash up.
Zhu Shuzhen was a little shy.
Seeing Li Qingzhao smiling and her face was like spring breeze, she felt relieved.