Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Six: Xiao Bai Stays in Xinjia Village
After leaving Nanyang County, Xiaolan simply told Qin Shaobai what had happened.
It turned out that the emperor felt at ease for a while after finding the Jade Queen a few months ago, but such days lasted very short. More than a month later, the emperor began to have nightmares, in which a man in a battle robe always appeared, holding a hand holding a hand.
The banner of the Song Dynasty shouted at him.
The emperor said that he could not understand what the man was shouting, nor could he clearly see his appearance. He only knew that the man's voice was very solemn and solemn, which made him feel like his heart was filled with ice every time he heard it.
If he hadn't been riding Lan Yu, Qin Shaobai would have been thrown off his horse by this surprise.
How is this possible?
He is the emperor, and I am a time traveler from the outside world.
How could there be such similar dreams?
And even the feeling brought about by the dream was so similar.
More than once, he felt cold and painful in that dream, as if someone was trying to tear his body apart and then tear his soul into pieces.
"Brother Qin, what's wrong with you?"
Xiaolan looked at the pale Qin Shaobai and asked worriedly.
"It's okay, just keep talking."
"The emperor later sent for people to investigate and even invited experts to come, but the effect was only for one or two nights."
"What does that have to do with Jade?"
"Because a master found that piece of jade and said that there was a break mark on the jade. It was probably this break mark that made the emperor uneasy."
"Now that we have found the root cause of the disease, we just need to prescribe the right medicine."
Xiaolan looked at Qin Shaobai, raised her eyebrows inadvertently, and continued: "Indeed, the emperor also thought he had found the root of the disease. Who would have thought that the master said that only those who are destined can use blood to seal the broken marks?
, and also said that the destined person was the person in the emperor's dream, and that he appeared in the emperor's dream to remind the emperor to do something."
"What's the matter?" Qin Shaobai remembered that Song Ningzong was a mediocre emperor in history, and was very curious whether Song Ningzong followed the advice of the man in the dream to do something big.
"The emperor also thought about it for a long time and did some things, but none of them had any effect. Later, there was a change of emperors in the Kingdom of Jin. The emperor thought that the man in the dream should be the former prime minister Han Yuzhou, and warned him not to forget that opening ceremony.
The shame of the Northern Expedition."
"You mean, the emperor now wants to attack the Kingdom of Jin again?"
Qin Shaobai had a sudden idea that if the Song Dynasty went to attack the Jin Dynasty, it might actually have a chance of winning.
The leader of the Great Jin Kingdom, Wanyan Yongji, had absolutely no talent for governing the country. Before he could secure his throne, he wanted to kill his dissidents, thus making the Great Jin Kingdom a mess.
No wonder it was taken care of by Genghis Khan within a few years.
Think about it, if Ningzong of the Song Dynasty really sent troops to collect this large amount of money, firstly, it would avenge Jingkang's shame, and secondly, it would greatly increase the national power of the Song Dynasty, and maybe it would not be embezzled by Dachengzi.
Seeing Qin Shaobai frowning and smiling on the blue jade body, as if he was possessed by a demon, Xiaolan was really worried, so she called out and asked Lanhua to slow down.
When Lan Yu saw it, she automatically slowed down her pace so that Xiaolan and Qin Shaobai could ride together.
"I heard from the princess that the emperor has this intention, but..."
Xiaolan's eyes became worried: "Luxury has become common in the Song Dynasty. Those ministers have long been accustomed to living a peaceful life. How can they be willing to fight on the battlefield? Unless..."
"Unless what..." Qin Shaobai asked anxiously.
"It's nothing, Brother Qin, the princess told us girls not to talk about state affairs, just do our best to do Yuanlou's affairs well."
"Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world." Qin Shaobai couldn't help but lamented when he thought of the ending of the Southern Song Dynasty.
Song Ningzong believed that the man wearing the bloody robe in the dream was Han Yuzhou, which was reasonable. After all, the death of a generation of patriotic powerful ministers was due to Song Ningzong's inaction, which allowed the vicious Empress Yang and her brother Yang Cishan to join forces with the traitor Shi Miyuan to assassinate him.
Since then, the military power of the Southern Song Dynasty has completely fallen into the hands of the capitulationists, which also announced that the possibility of the Southern Song Dynasty turning things around has become zero.
Now, Ningzong of the Song Dynasty actually remembered Han Kuanzhou who died because of this dream. Maybe he can inspire his ambition to defend his ancestral territory to the death. If this is the case, this dream can also be called a good dream.
However, I had only met Han Yuzhou in history books, so why was he so obsessed with it?
However, the man in the dream had a noble air about him, a domineering air that was definitely not possessed by a prime minister.
"Brother Qin." Seeing Qin Shaobai's deep frown, Xiaolan couldn't help but become anxious, "What are you thinking about?"
"It's okay, just keep talking."
"It's better not to say anything, it's important to hurry up." Xiaolan looked at the sky, "We have to rush to the next town and find a place to stay."
Qin Shaobai thought about it, and indeed, there were mountains and forests all along the way. Xiaolan was a girl. Although she had good martial arts skills, she couldn't be allowed to suffer in the mountains and forests for one night.
The two waved their riding whips, and Lan Yu and Lan Hua ran wildly.
After a while, they saw a town with the three characters "Xinjiacun" written on the big stone in front.
The two of them walked along a path towards the village, and after a while they saw a house.
At this time, it was time to cook dinner. Smoke was blowing in the village, and the children waiting for dinner were playing and playing. When they saw the two of them, no one panicked, and they were still playing with each other.
This surprised the two of them.
Children in the Southern Song Dynasty were no better than those in the Northern Song Dynasty. They had experienced too many hardships and were naturally wary of anyone and anything. Moreover, their parents would repeatedly warn them not to talk to strangers.
It is really rare for children in Xinjia Village to treat strangers as passers-by and still play by themselves.
"Children, is there an inn here?" Xiaolan stopped a few children and asked gently.
"Do you two want to stay?" a seven or eight-year-old girl asked in an old-fashioned manner, "Xinjia Village does not accept everyone."
Her arrogant expression made both adults dumbfounded.
"Oh, little beauty, tell me, what kind of guests does Xinjia Village receive?"
Maybe it was Qin Shaobai's clear and handsome face that made the little girl feel good about him, or maybe it was the little beauty's words that made the little girl feel sweet in her heart.
The little girl who originally wanted to jump away stopped, turned around and looked at them carefully for a while:
"My mother said that Xinjia Village will not accept the traitor Yang, the lackey Shi, and the Jinguo dog."
Qin Shaobai and Xiaolan looked at each other, and then looked at the village monument at the same time.
Xinjia Village, Xinjia Village?
"Is this the hometown of General Xin Qiji?" Qin Shaobai was overjoyed.
In the Southern Song Dynasty, besides Yue Fei, the one he admired most was Xin Qiji.
He still remembered the poem "Yong Yu Yue, Nostalgic for the Past in Guting, Bei Jingkou" written by Xin Qiji in Zhenjiang.
"Who is to ask, Lian Po is old and can still make a living?"
Every time he recited this sentence, Qin Shaobai would feel his blood boiling.
He also communicated with his classmates that if Xin Qiji had been in his prime that year and could have participated in Han Yuzhou's Northern Expedition, perhaps the fate of the Southern Song Dynasty and China would have been rewritten.
Now, he has come to the hometown of this old man whom everyone admires. Why doesn't his blood boil?
"Do you know the old lady?" The little girl raised an innocent face and asked doubtfully, "Are you and the old lady good friends?"
Qin Shaobai was about to answer when he heard a burst of footsteps.
A group of men and women holding various farm tools hurried over here.
Qin Shaobai secretly thought that they were regarded as robbers by the villagers.
Looking back at Xiaolan, Xiaolan was not panicking at all and was taking out candies and distributing them to the children.
"Xiao Rong, who are you talking to? Didn't I tell you not to talk to strangers casually?" The leader, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, shouted.
They obviously have no martial arts skills, but they all seem to be born with divine power. The iron objects they hold in their hands look very heavy, and it would be enough to hit someone if they hit them.
He didn't notice at all that the originally angry man had lowered his voice by eight beats after catching a glimpse of Xiaolan.
Xiaolan didn't expect that Qin Shaobai would do this, but her heart actually became sweeter and she stood behind Qin Shaobai willingly.
"You guys, passing by?" the middle-aged strong man asked Qin Shaobai, but his eyes intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Xiaolan on Qin Shaobai's body.
Now, Qin Shaobai saw the man's gaze, and he actually stretched out his hand and pulled Xiaolan closer to him.
"This eldest brother, I am Qin Shaobai from Nanyang County. This is from my family..." Qin Shaobai didn't know how to introduce Xiaolan for a moment. He said she was a maid. How could someone with such temperament be protected by the master like this?
Maid, let’s say it’s Madam, he really couldn’t say it.
"I am Brother Qin's wife, my name is Xiaolan."
Xiaolan walked out openly and said, "Brother, you must have heard of Nanyang County."
"Nanyang County? But there is a Nanyang County that the Nanyang County Magistrate mentioned?"
Qin Shaobai nodded quickly.
"Then Nanyang County is dozens of miles away from us, why are you two here?" The middle-aged man obviously didn't want to ask anymore, but after meeting Xiaolan's eyes, he immediately asked again, and his voice was much stronger.
"Brother, my mother's family is in Lin'an. Not long ago, my mother asked someone to bring a letter, saying that my father is seriously ill and that we should go back as soon as possible so that we can see our father's last face." Xiaolan said, tears about to roll down her face.
When he got off the horse, he even swallowed and took out a letter from home from the horse's baggage and handed it to the middle-aged strong man.
The man hesitated for a moment, but did not accept the letter. He turned to the woman behind him and said, "Second sister-in-law, don't you still have an empty room in your house? I don't think these two people are really evil people, so you just
Take them to your house to stay overnight."
When the second sister-in-law heard this, she immediately ran over and took Xiaolan's hand: "Brother Zhao, I have long seen that this girl has a kind heart. You are just suspicious of this and that. Come on, girl, young man,
Let’s live in the village with my second sister-in-law.”