Do you still remember the little lady with a draped hat that Wang Shixiong and Uncle Wu met during the Mid-Autumn Festival in the fifth year of Jianyan? It is now the tenth year of Jianyan.
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"There is a beautiful person, as graceful as the clear air. She has a charming smile and a charming heart."
He Yixi is not her original name, nor is her surname He. Three years ago in Jianyan, her original name was Song Wanru.
Song Wanru was born in Bianjing.
In the years of peace and prosperity, Henan University was prosperous. Perhaps my mother's biggest worry at that time was that her father's salary was so meager that it was difficult to live in Beijing. More than once, Song Wanru saw her mother inviting her father, who was chatting with friends, to the kitchen and pointing at the empty rice.
The jar asked: "There is a shortage of meat and vegetables, and there is also a shortage of wine and ferment. How do the officials want to entertain guests?"
Dad would then say with sincerity and shame on his face: "I have to help my wife do it for me and I'll give it on credit."
My mother-in-law's family in Hangzhou, even if she uses Henan elegant music to irritate people, it still has a gentle and gentle flavor: "Can an official tolerate seeing me embarrassing myself again?"
"My lady, please bring your curtains and hats with you," my father promised sincerely, "I will never invite so many guests to my home next month to embarrass my lady."
In the end, my mother had no choice but to push him with a smile: "Okay, okay, the officials will go on their own. I have prepared the wine and meat myself. I'm not asking you not to invite anyone - it's just that you can keep the wine from last night for today. It's fun for the officials to drink alone."
?With or without customers, money will always be spent."
This is true. Her father's promise was forgotten immediately. Song Wanru often wondered if her mother did not blame her father harshly because her father spent more than just money on herself. As soon as the salary was obtained, her father would buy the latest luxury goods for her mother.
Various styles of silk, her brother's favorite sheep's head, Song Wanru's favorite candies, and naturally she needed to buy a few taels of wine to buy a few books. But in the end, she ate them all, and the silk was nowhere to be found, only the books her father bought.
It can be kept well in the box.
Song Wanru wanted to make new clothes, but her mother always wore a few homely items, so she was embarrassed to ask for help, but she often wondered where the silk pieces had gone. Later, when her mother was teaching her to read, she heard her reciting "Mu"
When he was selling wine and pulling out golden hairpins, he sighed slightly and said, "It's too ugly."
When she told this sentence to her brother, he asked her if she knew what it meant, and she nodded. Her brother, who was much older than her, was surprised and said: "My aunt is so smart. Could it be that she borrowed something from her name?"
Because of the literary spirit? - Can Nannan guess where the word 'wanru' comes from?"
"There is a beautiful person, as graceful as the clear air. When we meet by chance, we are together with you."
"A few days ago, daddy told you about Sancao's poems. How could it not be "Shan Zai Xing" written by Emperor Wen of Wei?"
Song Wan replied seriously: "Dad said, 'The sad sound of a departing bird is so unbearable'."
The elder brother put his hands on his hands and laughed, and mentioned it to his parents during dinner. The father smiled and said to his mother: "Even a 'poor and humble couple' will not be 'suffering from everything' - aunt likes you, you are talented in singing."
Is everything miserable for a poor and humble couple? Song Wanru has never thought about it this way. She only feels that although her mother will inevitably complain, she never really hates her father's lavish spending. Her mother will hold the gorgeous silk and say with a smile, "It's too expensive."
, he would also tease his embarrassed father when he was serving dishes with wild vegetables, "Officials also eat wild vegetables, so there must be sages from Yi and Qi." Dad once avoided everyone when drinking and drinking, and watched the servants racking their brains in front of the stove to make the simple and simple dishes.
Fa's wife, who cooked the vegetables in a unique and innovative way, rarely silently reflected on his frivolous wealth and philanthropy, but her mother gestured to the hall from a distance and said with a smile: "I want to be like the wife of a monkey, but I wonder if the officials will allow it?"
Dad sighed worriedly: "My wife is worthy of my father-in-law's wife, but I can't be worthy of Shan Juyuan."
Dad really failed to make Shan Juyuan. In the third year of Xuanhe, the whole family of my maternal grandfather in Hangzhou was slaughtered by Fang La. When he retreated, the family house was burned down. When the letter reached Bianjing, the grief-stricken mother fell ill in bed.
, and has been plagued by illness ever since.
Dad never drank anymore, and he didn't treat guests much anymore.
Doctors, consultations, and medicines were prepared. My mother could not use the little money as she did before, let alone spin embroidery to supplement the family income. Gradually, her brother's sheep heads could no longer be eaten, and Song Wan did not taste them.
It's too sweet to eat. Dad is not a prime minister with the Purple Ribbon Gold Medal, and his salary is not that generous. Soon, Dad stopped buying books and insisted on buying cloth to cut for my mother to make new clothes, and she was not allowed to use it anymore.
It’s classic.
This was the first time that my father told me about the pawn, but my mother slowly traced the pattern and said to my father: "Let's buy some pens and ink for Da Lang and my daughter. Da Lang has been using charcoal for a long time. I
I heard that the official is good at writing and painting, but the handwriting doesn't look good... buy some more mutton, there has been no oil or water in the house for a long time."
"Dad," the brother who had been silent for so long finally couldn't help but speak, "it is said that the palace must use 10,000 sheep a year. When making yokan in the Taiwei's house, only a little bit is taken from the face. Is it true?"
Dad forced a smile and said: "Your father and I are just low-ranking officials with low-level positions. How can we know what is going on in the palace and the prime minister's house?"
The elder brother asked angrily: "But it's not a lie that mutton is so expensive! Wengweng was forced to die of depression by Shangguan and the people because of his birthday. His uncle's family was wiped out because of Fang La. But the official family only knew how to calligraphy and painting.
The Gungun princes in the court only know how to use the name of 'Fengheng Henan University' to trick the people. So what if they win the title? Are they acting as a talisman to carry out harsh government?!"
Nine-year-old Song Wanru can already understand a lot of things. Her father talks about caring for the people and being loyal to the emperor and patriotism, but she thinks her brother is right. Can caring for the people and being loyal to the emperor and patriotism be compatible? Song Wanru can't figure out the answer, but she still has
I remember my mother’s gentle and solemn expression:
"You can say that, isn't it the point of teaching you to read the books of sages? The things in the future must be done by young people like you. If you young people can think this way, the world will get better and better in the future."
——But my mother did not see the world getting better and better as she wished. No one saw it.
Everyone said that it was a prosperous and prosperous year for Henan Province, but the situation where money was overvalued was becoming more and more prosperous. My mother's health was getting worse year by year, and after she became pregnant, she became even thinner, except for her belly.
It was astonishing. Song Wanru had seen her father bowing to the doctor with a sad face countless times, but no one expected that it was her father who went first.
"Three hundred guan, it's called Tongju; five hundred strings, it's straight to the Secret Pavilion." Children in Tokyo will sing this song, and the officials in Tokyo are all on the same page, but the poor father only has enough to buy medicine for his old wife, holding his arms in his arms
The little Song Wanru smiled and taught her, "If you want to fill the gully, you have to let go, and the man who laughs at himself will become crazier as he gets older." The world is getting worse and worse, and the poor Zhima official is not allowed to walk on his own single-plank bridge. Shangguan wants to be promoted, to be charming,
I also want my family's reputation to be good. My father has read the sages' books on loyalty and patriotism all his life. He cannot follow the example of the traitor who killed his wife's family, nor can he follow the example of the evil official who forced him to take the exam and plunder the people's wealth. Dad can follow this example.
There is only Weng Weng who is desperate to die.
"The departing bird spends the night in that middle continent. It stretches its neck, flaps its wings, and cries out in sorrow to beg for each other. It makes me sad to look at it with care. I am sorry, you old man, how can you forget your worries?"
Half of the city of Tokyo was singing and dancing, and the other half was roaring. Before his death, his father, who was described as haggard, still had San Cao's anthology of poems in his hand, but the page was still on the page Song Wanru asked about last month. He looked at his wife and daughter's love.
Son, I sighed sadly, I have no place to stand in this world, what will I do after I leave?
But what to do? Song Wanru didn't know, nor did her mother, who was about to give birth, or her brother, who was still young. Her father passed away at the end of the year, and her brother went to copy books, do part-time labor, and work hard every day, so that he could be buried in a thin coffin.
, my mother went to bed directly because of illness. There was a new official in Da Neili, but she couldn't live well for several years. The elder brother first calmly talked about the Jin soldiers crossing the river and martial law in the capital, and then it was rumored that the Jin people wanted money, silk, gold and silver.
The officials and princes agreed.
The family without a father was completely reduced to an object of raids, with only four walls and no food left in the tank. On February 2, the dragon raised its head. Song Wanru didn't know whether the dragon raised its head. She only knew that that day she lowered her head again, lying down where her father had often rested.
She cried loudly on the bed - her mother had given birth to a little brother. She finally couldn't bear it anymore and went to look for his father.
They had not had time to change out of the mourning clothes with white banners, so they had to keep wearing them. Candles and lamps were expensive luxury items. They couldn't even afford bright lights, so Song Wanru and her brother could only stay in front of the funeral in the endless darkness. She didn't know
What happened? Why did she suddenly lose her father and then her mother? She didn’t know who to blame. Her father was not killed, and her mother was not killed. Song Wanru watched helplessly as her father and mother became ill.
It's like a mountain falling, and I hate my own incompetence.
There was a cold wind in the late spring night in February, and the darkness was like a man-eating monster laughing silently. She looked at her mother's coffin in front of her with tears in her eyes, but she could only hear her own heart-breaking words, and the words in her brother's arms next to her.
Her younger brother's cry was as weak as a cat. Song Wanru didn't want to hear this. She wanted to hear her father tell her about "the geese fly high in the dark moon, and the Chanyu escapes at night". She wanted to throw herself into her mother's arms, but they were both gone, and her younger brother was still there.
For a child who was less than a month old, she only had an older brother.
Nanshan is fierce and windy, and she only has her brother.
——Dad, Mom, I finally understand "Polygonium", but I miss you.
Her father and mother could no longer answer her. The only answers she had were the whimpering sound of the wind and the howling weak brother. Song Wanru became a sister. Song Wanru had always been a pampered little sister, but now she was holding her kitten-like little brother.
It feels heavy. She has always been obedient, but as a sister, she needs to be sensible.
The court was full of nobles and nobles, and they were all scholars. Song Wanru wiped away her tears, put up her bun, and exchanged her pink and white hairpin for money. She wore shorts like a boy, put her feet up to light a fire, chopped firewood, cooked, sewed, and coaxed her younger brother. She stopped
I fell in love with my brother who had finished his job and insisted on reading a book. Didn’t my father say that my brother is the best at reading in generations? If you study, you can be admitted to the Jinshi.
There will be people who bully them into using up their family wealth because their family is weak. With a salary, the younger brother will be able to buy paper and ink in the future, and eat the sheep heads and sweet candies that they have tasted.
Born in January and ripe in March, after seven or eight months, Song Wanru has become as easy as a servant who often does long-term work. Summer has gone and autumn has come, and the frost and dew are heavy, but the brother returns home with only a few firewood.
Se Sheng told her that the golden man was here again.
It's not that they have never thought about leaving Tokyo. But this is Tokyo, the capital of a country. If the capital is destroyed, where will the emperor go, and where will the country survive? They never dare to imagine that the country will perish, and they never dare to imagine that the story of the Western Jin Dynasty's monarchs and ministers will repeat itself.
They - they don't believe that the capital city, where everyone is eager to fight, will be breached! Yes, their family is impoverished, but which dynasty and generation did not have a poor and humble house? Jingdang jade, gold nuggets and gravels
There are more than one high-ranking family in the Zhu household, the music is played in the morning and the night is played, and the princes, emperors and grandsons are not the only ones in the palace. Isn't this the scene of the Taiping years? The official has been in power for more than ten decades, how can he become a Zen official?
, when the soldiers come, will the Hu La La Ru building collapse?
Song Wanru couldn't think clearly, and Song Wanru had no time to think about it. On Bingzi in November, the Jin people crossed the river and the capital was under martial law; in Yiyou, Oli Bu's army arrived at the city; in Guisi, it was bitterly cold in the capital, and Nianhan's army arrived at the city; in Jiawu, it rained and snowed.
The officials were sent to the city by armor, and the Jin people attacked the gate of Jin.
The city will not be destroyed. The elder brother firmly told Song Wanru that the officials had ordered the local kings to be diligent. No matter how much the people of Song Dynasty complained about the imperial court, their hearts would not go to the beasts that massacred the city. The elder brother no longer even resented the officials who had plundered people's wealth before.
If you can destroy your family and alleviate the disaster, if you can use gold and silk to save the world, what's the harm in doing so?
But will those people outside the city who are fighting for thousands of miles be satisfied?
The weather in Tokyo is getting colder day by day. There is no longer enough firewood and charcoal fires for the people in the capital, and the downpour of rain and snow has not stopped. The stagnant air is filled with coldness, and it penetrates into the bone marrow with a suffocating coldness.
In the past, the soft red soil of Tokyo was in a state of depression. Shops on the eight streets and nine streets were closed down one after another. The hungry and cold people could not find firewood or rice. Countless houses were left with only stone walls and mud tiles, and wooden doors and fences had long been used to light fires for warmth.
Bodies were piled on top of each other on the street, and no one cared about the stench and maggots.
Just drive away the Jin soldiers, everyone said so. There has been no famine or chaos in other provinces this year. As long as the Jin soldiers retreat, a steady stream of rice will be transported to Beijing, and everyone will be able to eat.
.If things continue like this, it is expected that the officials and princes will not be able to bear it, right? This is the capital!
The officials really couldn't stand it any longer. So on the 30th day of the eleventh month, the officials led their ministers out of the city to Jinying.
Three days later, the official returned to the city and wept with his officials and the people at Nanxun Gate. Then he returned to the palace and fearfully offered horses and wealth in accordance with the Jin people's requirements.
The neighbor to the east couldn't stand the hunger, and after eating a man who died at the door, his whole family died of illness; the neighbor to the west had always been poor, and the Jin soldiers besieged the city for only a few days before he died of hunger; the Shibo of the south neighbor was an official in the court, and since Jin
After the camp was returned, he burned down his house because he did not want to see the city destroyed and the country in mourning. There was only an old woman in the north neighbor, and she hung herself away after hearing that her son had died in battle.
The scene in Tokyo from the end of the first year of the reign of Emperor Jingkang to the beginning of the second year of the reign of Emperor Kangxi is recorded in the history books. There is not even a mention of "people's savings, ten houses and nine empty houses" are mentioned in the history books.
One sentence, a big request for gold and silk.
The elder brother became more and more accustomed to looking at the weak brother in silence for a long time. Song Wanru knew what the elder brother was thinking. Tokyo was full of bones and the city was crying, and there was no room for immature babies. But they had no choice. When the younger brother was born, his mother was
On the day of her death, my mother suffered so much because of her thoughts about her younger brother. My father once bowed and stared at my mother’s swollen belly with hope and worry, and told him that he should be filial to his mother and be friendly in the future.
Brothers and sisters——
The voices and faces of their parents are still before their eyes, but their belongings have been confiscated by the government. Their younger brother is the only thing they can keep!
Wails were used as music, new clothes were made of silk, armor was used as smoke cannons, the officials were forced to go to the Jin camp again, the people of Bianjing spent the New Year's Eve and the Lantern Festival, and the Jin people wanted to exchange gold and silver women for officials
At home, the Grand Heavenly Official became Grandpa Jin, and together with the parents and officials of Kaifeng Prefecture, they went from house to house looking for women. Song Wanru was so hungry that she lost her shape, wiped her face with ashes and fell to the ground to commit suicide. She narrowed her eyes and saw her brother.
Carrying the only blunt knife at home, he drove away the bandit-like officers and soldiers, and then ushered in the Jin army entering the city.
——The elder brother finally exchanged his life for his life. It was his first and last murder as a young scholar.
Song Wanru didn't cry. She was afraid that her voice would make her brother cry again and provoke Jin Bing, and she was also afraid that she would be tired from crying and lose her energy. She lay next to the lying corpse, just caressing her brother time and time again to prevent him from making a sound, until
She stood up when it got dark, put her brother on her back in a vegetable basket that had not been used for an unknown period of time, and then found her brother by the moonlight.
She wanted to find a place to bury her brother.
Her father would hug Song Wanru every time there was a thunder. In fact, she was not too afraid of thunder, but her father would tell a lot of stories, so she would not talk about things that she was not afraid of. Song Wanru was afraid of the darkness. She didn't like it.
Chaos doesn't like the unknown, and she always suspects that something is watching her in the dark. The darkness where she can't see her fingers is a desperate situation, and she can't see the light. What she fears is never the ethereal ghosts and monsters.
But compared to the brutal day, today's dark night only gave Song Wanru infinite peace.
Song Wanru dragged her brother with her, but she didn't weigh too much. People in Tokyo were starved to death. The Jin people used to exchange rice grains for the people's gold and silver in the outer city, but only a few luxurious and wealthy households could spare the money to exchange them.
, but they are just hanging on for a living. There are no eggs left behind when the nest is overturned, and the situation between high-ranking and low-ranking families is unprecedentedly fair when the capital is in ruins.
The guards of the Jin people were not strict, I don't know whether it was disdain or something. Song Wanru walked out of the city cautiously, but did not see any interceptions along the way. The outskirts of the city were originally a good place for ladies from the capital to go on an outing, but now there was a stench that filled the sky. Song Wanru couldn't smell it.
, she has been immersed in this stench for many days. The thick branches for digging the soil were not easy to get, but she was not willing to use the white jade hairpin hidden in her clothes. It was the dowry of her mother-in-law (grandmother), and her father had used it with his own hands.
It was inserted into her mother's hair, and she once said that she would give it to her brother's sister-in-law in the future. Song Wanru pawned a lot of things, and was robbed of a lot by the government. Even the last blunt knife was taken away by the golden man.
This is the only thing she has left to protect her. People are still wearing the hairpin, and people are dying with the hairpin. The sharp tip of the hairpin is the blade she prepared to drag people to be buried with her before she died.
In troubled times, how can an orphan girl and a weak brother let the only blade be blunt?
The Jin people came and went, and the city of Tokyo almost became an empty ghost town. Song Wanru had no place to go, and the capital was ruined. How could there be peace? In the troubled times where wars and bandits were rampant, she and her brother traveled long distances and stayed.
What difference was there in the ruined capital? Song Wanru just lived in a muddleheaded way, digging grass, stealing and even picking up corpses. She had done everything. She also found to her surprise that she was quite good at picking up leaks and picking up the former princes and nobles.
There were too many things buried under our house to pick up, so she could barely feed herself and her brother with a bite to eat. She was even a little indifferently hoping that the golden man would come again, so that she would have a reason to die.
The Jin man didn't come, but Zong Liushou came.
Zong Liushou came, the thieves gradually subsided, Song Wanru no longer had to wander around the suburbs all night, and she lived back in her own house. Tokyo is a big place, and all the good houses are abandoned and no one lives there, and the shabby places are no longer visible.
She left the warm and unique home in her memory. Song Wanru, the left-behind husband, had never heard anything about her father and brother, but she probably followed the Jin people to hunt in the north. Hunting, ha! Who doesn’t know what hunting is?
What's going on?!
It is said that the official family changed again, and the one who ascended the throne was King Kang, who had been praised by his brother as an envoy to the Jin Dynasty. The second year of Jingkang suddenly became the first year of Jianyan. But it didn't matter, Song Wanru stood on the wall indifferently and listened to people talking,
She only listened to this so that she could figure out how to survive. She could no longer do the things she did before. Song Wanru overheard that her husband-in-law was very strict and her brother was still here, so she couldn't die.
Going out to the city to look for food could only satisfy their hunger, and the rags she and her brother were wearing could no longer be worn. She lived like a lonely ghost, and she knew what she would encounter if she met anyone. At the age of twelve, she pretended to be a brat.
It’s already difficult, but what can a boy do? In this world, the lives of men and women are nothing but trivial matters, who can be nobler than the other?
Song Wanru touched her brother's forehead that was blown hot by the cold wind, took out her clothes, carefully pulled up her hair, wiped her face, and revealed her clear and bright face for the first time in more than a year. The twelve-year-old girl has been wearing it all year round.
He was so hungry that he looked weak and childish, as if he were eight or nine years old.
She dressed herself up carefully as if she was about to get married, and then walked to the left-behind husband's house following the path she had taken at night. She knew that she would most likely be stopped if she didn't make it, but it didn't matter, Song Wanru also
She doesn’t know what she will encounter, but she has to find a way and a destination in the chaos, right? With the hairpin stuck in her temples, she only knows that there are only two endings waiting for her, or she can get something that can keep her and her brother warm from the cold.
It would be better if she and her brother could happily reunite with their parents and brothers, or they could be a companion for the golden soldier.
Sure enough, she was stopped. The person who stopped her was dark-skinned and tall. He was a strong man who looked like a bear. He was holding a knife and wearing armor. He asked in a rough voice: "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to my husband's house to look for my father," Song Wanru said, raising her head and pretending to be innocent, "my brother is starving to death."
"Who is your father? What is his name?"
Song Wanru clearly said her father's name and raised her father's rank by half a level. The strong man stared at her for a long time, then said expressionlessly: "Your father ran away with the officials.
?”
Before Song Wanru had any time to think about it, her stomach was rolling in her throat, and she had already said sadly: "My brother was killed by the Jin people, how could dad surrender?"
"How old is this little yellow-haired girl? Do you know that the government is surrendering? Do you also know that you can't surrender?" The strong man thought for a long time and suddenly asked her with a smile showing his teeth, "Take me to see your brother."
The younger brother died, his forehead was still warm, and he died just before his sister could bring him clothes and food.
——Song Wanru followed the strong man in the end.
Only when she saw the tall and big son of the strong man did she realize that she had made a mistake. The strong man wanted her to be his daughter-in-law. Song Wanru meekly called her brother and uncle. The name of the new "brother" was very common.
In Bianjing City, a loud voice can make many traffickers turn around, and there is no big name. At fifteen years old, he is as strong as his father, and Song Wanru has to raise her head to see it.
He rubbed his hands and smiled blankly: "Dad said that when you grow up and get stronger, you will be my wife. My sister will also be fair-skinned like you."
So Song Wanru asked him why the girl he mentioned was missing, but unexpectedly, he rubbed his dark and rough face with his big hands, and said with red eyes, "That naughty golden grandpa took it away and gave it to the golden girl!"
Desolate and desolate, there is no need to mourn when a younger brother dies, there is no need to cry when one gets married.
Song Wanru buried her brother quietly, and then married herself off. There were no rules, no guests, relatives, or friends. In her eyes, it was more like selling herself for a meal and a place to live.
Washing, cooking, and mending, she made her uncle feel that it was worthwhile, and even felt a little strange when he learned that she could read and write. Song Wanru was very grateful. She felt that she was extremely lucky, and she just lived like this.
It was good to go down, she felt very at ease. She never had this sense of at ease after her parents passed away - Song Wanru knew that they were both soldiers who were accustomed to killing people.
She thought that her invisible contract of betrayal was for life, but she didn't expect that life would be so short. However, it only lasted more than a year, and she never saw anyone again.
When their boss saw her, he was stunned and laughed loudly: "I didn't expect that the little girl Liu Da said he had snatched for his son would be so handsome, and she has such a good talk!" Before he could finish the sentence, he was choked up and could not speak.
Song Wanru didn't cry, she just used the uneaten rice they left behind to spend the New Year in a muddle-headed manner. In the third year of Jianyan, she was old enough to have haircuts.
I don't know who set off a firecracker on the first day of the year, and it crackled. She chopped the firewood one by one with an expressionless face, and her hands shook when she was frightened by the sound of the firecrackers, and blood immediately flowed from her fingers. She sucked her fingers, and the cold wind of the first day whipped her.
Like a slap on the face.
This good start hurt a little, and Song Wanru regretted it a little. What was she doing by herself, chopping so much firewood?
I am originally from Bianjing, but now I am a guest from Bianjing. I live in Bianjing and I don’t know anyone I know.
There are officials in the city of Bianjing again. It is said that the officials wrote good poems as soon as they entered the city, but this poem was precisely addressed to the left-behind husband who left as soon as he entered the city.
Song Wanru heard about this poem from a god-sister she recognized. When the official family came to Tokyo, it was obvious that the city was becoming more prosperous day by day. But this prosperity had little to do with Song Wanru. She wanted to dress and eat.
, she must live first.
What can a helpless young woman want to do with her life? Bai Letian's two poems sum it up beautifully. One is about the young people in Wuling quarreling over their heads, and the other is about countless red silk threads; the other is about being left out in front of the door, and the boss is married to a businessman.
woman.
What's so bad about it? Can it be worse than the bones that died from starvation in the Bianjing Road in the past? Can it be worse than the women in the city who were sacrificed by the Jin man's grandfather? Rather than being deceived and sold by someone someday, it's better.
She sells herself and gets a good price.
The god-sister is also from Kaifeng, and her father and father were old acquaintances in the Yamen. The whole family lived through Jingkang with great care, but after she ascended the throne in the first year of Jianyan, she was forcibly "searched" and became "
"Huanyi Niang". I wonder if the official family was intimidated by the Jin people and had no interest. When they arrived at Mingdao Palace, they were given an imperial guard. On the fifteenth day of the first month, the official family returned to Beijing, and the next day Song Wanru met her in person.
She bought it on the street.
According to the law, women should register as officials. Song Wanru went to register.
The sister gave the lyrics to Song Wanru and asked her with a complicated expression: "Can you sing?"
Of course I will. There are no longer as many beautiful women in Tokyo who can sing, dance, and look good as in the past, and those who can appreciate words and poems are even rarer. Song Wanru’s hands were full of scars and calluses, and the weather-stained color had not yet healed, so she picked it up again
The bamboo flute lent to her by her sister.
"I know music and music well, and I am good at making music. The mournful strings are subtle, and the air is fresh and fragrant. The flowing Zheng stimulates the Chu, and the merchants in the palace. It touches the heart and ears, and the beauty is unforgettable."
Several scribes who were originally casually looking over at the newly opened Zhengdian restaurant in the east of the city looked over absently, and the leader among them asked her name.
Name. The father and son Liu who did not see the body only knew her surname was Song Jia Xingyi, and her sister who recognized her had long forgotten her name and only remembered her surname. Song Wanru did not expect that she would be politely asked "your name" again.
She was actually in such a situation. Her lips moved, but she couldn't say the word "Song".
"He Yixi." she said.
The dew on the leaves is why it is so beautiful. The dew will fall again in the Ming Dynasty. When will people return after death?
But she did not become famous because of this. She was unwilling and couldn't let go. She was afraid of seeing her old friends who returned to Beijing, so she shouted "Ms. Song" loudly and loudly in shock. The main store she relied on simply didn't force her -
Why force? Even the store doesn’t know how many days it can be open. It has been three years since Jianyan, how long has it been since the Jingkang Rebellion? When did the Jin people go south? Will Tokyo be besieged again? Will the previous tragic situation happen again?
Appeared? No one knew. Everyone Song Wanru saw seemed to be fearful and subconsciously avoiding the matter.
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
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.
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"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.
Nowadays, people in Tokyo no longer refer to military men as "thieves marrying the army." It is good for a charming girl from my family to marry a scholar. It seems that it is not impossible to marry a fighting man. Don't you see the famous Yu Guan now?
Wasn't it true that people were lucky enough to marry Taiwei Zhang's daughter as their wife? Some people say that even if you can't go to an imperial college now, it's better to study martial arts. Your seventh aunt's eighth uncle must be someone who can be used by officials.
Yes, people have said that Wang Sofu, who was born in martial arts and was on duty next to an official, later changed his name and directly followed Taiwei Han to become the general leading the army. He is probably also in this Northern Expedition!
The idle people in the teahouse all said in unison: "Wow!"
Song Wanru suddenly remembered the tall, strong and polite man. She listened to the commotion in the teahouse downstairs and asked the maid next to her: "Do you still remember the man we met at the Yuetai Festival in the Mid-Autumn Festival of the fifth year of Jianyan's reign?"
Sheren? The very tall one?"
The maid who had become a servant and his wife shook her head blankly. Song Wanru looked at the three words "Wang Zhongfu" written in thick ink in front of her and sighed. She had basically forgotten his appearance.
I just remember that he is a man who reminds people of "Mo Shang Sang" at a glance.
More and more, she likes to walk around Bianjing City slowly with her maid and servant in a curtain hat, or sit upstairs in a teahouse for a day, looking out and listening to the bustling world. Many people in Bianjing know this.
Our small teahouse was originally opened by a retired courtesan. If you are lucky, you can still listen to people playing the harp and flute upstairs. If you are lucky again, it is not impossible to have tea brewed by yourself. Even at the time of the Northern Expedition
Even at that time, it was still peaceful and lively.
During the official Northern Expedition, Bianjing was actually in chaos at first. Big merchants tried to drive up prices, and rumors spread day by day. All kinds of strange phenomena were normal. Song Wanru was so disturbed by the hustle and bustle of the teahouse in the first two months that she had no intention of playing the piano, and she was exposed.
After the last two inspections by the Imperial City Department, one night when I was lighting candles and reading, I saw with my own eyes the fire in the city soaring into the sky.
Song Wanru spent a rare night in panic. Later, she heard that the officials were stationary just outside the city, and her husband quickly solved the problem. Then she suddenly realized that Tokyo had indeed been at peace for too long.
——Now is it our turn to take the initiative in the Northern Expedition? If we succeed in this battle, will we usher in a peaceful and prosperous age?
This is indeed the case. The period of three surprises in one day passed quickly, and the good news in the newspapers appeared so frequently that it would not even attract public discussion. At the end of the year, Bianjing became as lively as ever, with continuous marches.
The good news is that Yuancheng and Taiyuan fell in one day on New Year's Eve... Almost everyone who agrees or disagrees with the Northern Expedition is saying that Guan Jia is a real figure like the Wutang Sect of the Han Dynasty, a real dragon born with visions.
In fact, Song Wanru can no longer remember many things in the past. For example, sometimes she felt that the smell of selling sheep's heads was similar to the old days, and sometimes it didn't seem to be the same. She suspected that she had remembered it wrong, and the bustling Bianjing in front of her eyes was slowly covered.
In her past memories, she had heard that someone had written a book about old dreams of Tokyo for the government. She had also been interested in recounting the current situation in her spare time, but she had deleted and changed countless manuscripts, and she could not write it after the Jin Dynasty was pacified.
—There is so much worth writing, and so much that I want to add and delete.
At the Xiangguo Temple's Iftar Party, when she mentioned this matter to her god-sister who had come to meet her, her sister was still smiling: "Your thoughts are confused. Could it be that there is something else worth thinking about?"
The place where they stood was the corridor of the main hall. In the distance, the sound of monks reciting sutras could be heard leisurely, and the laughter of ladies, old and young people playing and participating in the meeting could be heard nearby. Song Wanru looked at the exquisitely carved figures on both sides of the hall, leisurely
I remembered that when my father brought her here to participate in the fasting party, he pointed at the graceful woman on the mural and joked that she would grow up to be a beautiful lady, and I wonder which lucky son would be able to enjoy great blessings.
She was still young at that time, but she had already read the Book of Songs. She got into her mother's arms with a blushing face. She heard her brother behind her continue to laugh and say: "You must be a gentleman riding a tall horse and with a high air to make our family Wanru Qingyang."
The lady likes her——"
"Lady——"
She suddenly turned around, and saw an imposing man standing where her brother and father had stood in the past. The hurried look from a few years ago suddenly overlapped now, with the same face flushed and a look of panic.
"My lady, may I ask her name... uh," he blurted out, then hurriedly changed his words as if he realized that he was being abrupt, "No, so-and-so..."
More than twenty years of turbulent past drifted away like smoke. Her clear eyes looked over, reflecting the touching beauty of the sky, the peace of reading the world, and the clarity of her mind. She just stood there.
The noisy and enthusiastic crowd seemed to have penetrated those gorgeous, dirty, chaotic, sad and peaceful times, and it was as stunning as a painting of a beautiful woman in her prime.
She was almost in her prime of life, and suddenly she felt like a young girl in love. Through the curtain, she suddenly felt the long-lost shyness, panic and joy——
"Song Wanru."
She stood in the beautiful and peaceful scene of Bianjing City and said softly, "My surname is Song and my name is Wanru."