On the night when the capital was officially moved to Yanjing, Yang Yizhong had a long, long dream.
After the fall of the Jin Kingdom, the imperial agreement was fulfilled, and it took several more years to plan, build, and slowly move the capital to Dading in northern Xinjiang. After the dust settled, the officials placed a palace in the palace that had been reused and renovated from the old imperial city of the Jin Kingdom.
During the banquet, they were almost drunk. Yang Yizhong and Shao Chengzhang, one on the left and one on the right, helped the official back to Zhaoming Palace (Note 1) from the Da'an Palace where the banquet was held. They clearly heard the official's mouth.
Talking nonsense about "ordinary college students", "I'm back in the capital", "This is the imperial capital now", "Do you want to build the Forbidden City? Forget it, it's too expensive..."
Shao Chengzhang looked confused. Thousands of thoughts went through Yang Yi's heart without saying a word. He just held his breath and listened to the official's sleep talk gradually being replaced by the snoring, and then he returned to his place.
Suddenly moved.
It was decided to move the capital, Yan Yun was restored, and the foundation of his long-lasting achievements had been laid. The drunkenness made him dizzy. At this time, he thought of the old dream of Tokyo before Jingkang, the turbulent first year of Jianyan, and the hatred of the country and the family on Bagong Mountain, which only made him think.
I was in a trance, not knowing what night or year it was or where I was dreaming.
Drowsily, Yang Yizhong was awakened by the light. He opened his eyes and found himself standing in front of a building that was a little taller than he imagined. In front of him was a huge box with six wheels.
A dozen young people in their twenties were walking in a line. They were all dressed strangely. The men all had short hair and crotches, while the women were dressed in bold clothes, with their shoulders, neck, arms and thighs exposed.
Looking at everyone's performance, they don't seem to take it seriously.
"Zhao Jiu, get in the car quickly!" After everyone got into the box, an older man leaned out of the box and said, "I'm waiting for you!" His accent was quite similar to the northern dialect, although it was subtle.
It's different, but I can barely understand a few words.
When Yang Yizhong heard the name "Zhao Jiu" at first, he was not too surprised and thought it was the same pronunciation. However, the familiar voice that sounded immediately startled him, and he subconsciously wanted to call him Guanjia.
"Coming, coming!" A young man carrying a bag trotted over and jumped into the box. Yang Yizhong followed him subconsciously. This man was not short, but he still seemed
A little thin. His facial features are not similar to those of an official, but his expression is a bit like an official... No, Yang Yizhong's eyes fell on the big-headed duck on the other party's clothes holding his head with a dull expression, and he suddenly doubted himself
With his eyesight, how could he think that this duck was somewhat similar to the official family?
Yang Yizhong also entered the box, but no one in the box seemed to have seen him. Zhao Jiu held her bag and ran to the last row to sit down. The older man waved to the middle man in the front row who was holding a strange disk.
The young man said: "We are all here, master, let's drive."
The box suddenly moved. Yang Yizhong fell forward unprepared. He subconsciously held on to the seat, but saw that his hand passed through it without any hindrance. When he stood firm, he realized that his
The feet are also floating on the ground.
This must be a dream. Yang Yizhong moved to the back row and waved in front of the young man named "Zhao Jiu", but the other person had no response. He was immediately relieved. Since it was a dream, everything didn't matter, as long as
Just do whatever you want.
He cast his gaze out the window and couldn't take his eyes away again. Even though it was night, the lamps on the street were still shining brightly. There was a bridge flying overhead on the wide road, and he didn't know what its purpose was. And at the intersection, there were also
There are lights that automatically change colors to guide the direction, red, green, orange and yellow, in an orderly manner. There are rows of high-rise buildings on the street. Although various shops are not open, there are colorful lights flashing in front of the door. Looking from a distance, it looks like neon. The street
Even though it was dark, we could see that there were green trees and flowers in bloom, creating a grand scene.
What a wonderful sight. Yang Yizhong suspected that he had come to some magical world, but he found some familiar names on the road signs, such as Yuyuantan, Lotus Pond, and even a "Jinzhongdu Road" (Note 2)
"Every day I think about it, and every night I dream about it." He said to himself. In the past few days, as the officials were looking at the map around the capital, these place names were engraved in his mind, and they even appeared in his dreams.
This "wheel box" had been speeding along the road for an unknown amount of time. Yang Yizhong suddenly saw the city tower that he had described thousands of times in his mind. It jumped out from the small coin, suddenly took on color, and shimmered.
In the morning light, he saw golden roofs, red walls, red lanterns, and high-hanging portraits with dignified and kind faces. Isn't this the hometown of the official family?
He followed the group of people out of the car in a daze, looked around, and found that even though it was early in the morning, the wide square behind him was packed with people. There were also a few scattered people, dressed like Han Dynasty attire, and they could vaguely distinguish the jacket.
Clothes such as pleated skirts and jackets are not very similar to the style of the Song Dynasty.
What are so many people doing here in the early morning? Preparing to enter the city? But here there are only city towers but no city walls. There are many towers not far away. It is obviously in the city. This kind of city within the city... He thought, could it be that this is the city?
Nakamiyagi? Before he could figure out the reason, all the people in the box had come out. The older man who led the team counted the numbers, raised a small flag that read "XXXX University Summer Cultural Exhibition Practice", and headed towards
Walk towards the towering monument in the center of the square.
This is where the official family comes from. Yang Yizhong walked beside the young man named "Zhao Jiu", and his mind turned over and over again. Could this person be the official family? Although the appearance is different, the voice and name are too coincidental.
Already.
He decided to continue observing. At this time, it was a convenience for the other party not to see him. Yang Yizhong followed the yawning student team all the way to the center of the square. This group of young people included both men and women, talking and laughing with each other freely. Here
Women seem to be quite unfettered and can travel freely and communicate with men. And the so-called "university" on that flag seems to allow women to study... I just don't know what kind of institution this university is. Is it similar to Taixue?
Or is it like an academy? No matter what, it is still a place where students can study wisely.
Thinking wildly all the way, Yang Yizhong followed the team to the off-white monument in the center of the square. He watched them scatter and took out various flat squares to point at the monument.
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"The people's heroes... will live forever." Yang Yizhong knew the handwriting on the stele, but the meaning made him a little confused. Who could these heroes be? His eyes fell on the exquisite life-size reliefs at the bottom of the stele.
On the top, he still couldn't tell what he was depicting. Just when he was confused, another group of children came from a distance, all wearing red scarves around their necks. Their teacher in charge took out something like a trumpet,
He explained loudly.
"Classmates, what we are seeing now is the eight-sided relief carving on the base of the Monument to the People's Heroes. Guess what they are engraved on? Can any children tell me? Please raise your hands - by the way, it is the Humen Smoking...
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Yang Yizhong listened attentively. Due to the difference in pronunciation, it was very difficult for him to listen. Fortunately, the teacher who taught the children spoke in a simple language and spoke eloquently, so he could barely understand it. It seems that nearly a hundred years ago, the official family
His hometown was in a state of turmoil, with internal and external troubles, and extreme humiliation. The imperial court was unable to fight against foreign thieves, and had lost power and humiliated the country. There was also constant internal chaos, and there were many uprisings...
Wait, isn't this uprising a rebellion? Yang Yizhong was shocked. The rebellion was justified. How could he openly erect a monument to commemorate it like this? Could it be that the rebels later took over the world? But the teacher clearly said that this "Taiping Heavenly Kingdom" was only a few years old.
He was defeated... And the subsequent Wuchang Uprising and Nanchang Uprising were even more treasonous and unethical, making him dizzy. They were anti-imperialist and anti-feudal, overthrowing the decadent and backward feudal society.
Dynasty? A country cannot live without a king for a day. How can the world live without an emperor? Children here learn these things from an early age?
Yang Yizhong's mind was buzzing. He couldn't quite understand what was behind the founding of the Republic of China and the Revolutionary War, but the War of Resistance Against Japan... Japan? Which Japan? Yang Yizhong almost had a breath in his throat, and after a moment he said
I am confused, if it is really Japan, how can the officials retain Taira Kiyomori and the others as they are from this country? Didn't they think of a way to pacify Japan like they did Xixia?
Monk Zhang Er was scratching his head while he was there. The teacher didn't wait for him to think clearly. According to the relief, the Japanese were driven away after all. After a few more years of war, the smoke finally cleared from this land and it was considered peaceful.
It was only then that the team circled the monument, and Yang Yizhong saw the inscription on the back of the monument.
"In the past three years, the people's heroes who have sacrificed their lives in the People's Liberation War and the People's Revolution will be immortal!" In the past thirty years, the people's heroes who have sacrificed their lives in the People's Liberation War and the People's Revolution will be immortal! "This goes back to 1,800 years ago.
Forty years, since then, in order to oppose internal and external enemies and strive for national independence and people's freedom and happiness, the people's heroes who have sacrificed their lives in various struggles will be immortalized!"
People's heroes. Here are the two words "people" again. What do these two words mean? Yang Yizhong rubbed his eyes. On the eight reliefs, there were men and women, old and young, and farmers with their heads wrapped in cloth towels.
There were students with books, warriors with swords and sticks, and civilians in civilian clothes. Only the emperors and generals in luxurious clothes were not seen, the famous figures who had left their names in history were not seen, and even the teacher who often made comments about tigers and wolves was not seen.
During the lecture, no one in the painting had a name or surname.
He was thinking wildly, and a group of schoolchildren over there had already presented a bouquet of dewy white chrysanthemums in front of the monument under the guidance of the teacher. Then they lined up neatly and raised their hands above their heads in salute. Zhao Jiu and his group of college students did not need the teacher's relief.
After the tour, the squad leader and the league secretary took the lead in presenting bouquets of flowers and bowing in greeting. In addition to flowers, there were also tourists placing fruits, melons, and candles in front of the monument to pay their respects.
Yang Yizhong looked at this scene and suddenly thought of the orange lanterns floating away on the Huaihe River, the densely packed spiritual tablets on Yao Mountain, and the huge memorial tablet in the center that was at the top but had no name during the Yuetai Festival! At this moment
, he vaguely understood something.
The night was coming to an end, and the glow was already glowing in the east. The leading teacher raised the flag again and led the students to the city gate tower. Yang Yizhong also followed him to the bridge built of white marble, and he saw it
There were three city gates, but no guards were seen. When he was considering whether he could enter directly in this state, the red city gate suddenly opened, and a group of young people wearing dark green short clothes and tall black boots lined up, walking in neat steps.
, stepping on the ground with a clanging sound. The leader held the red flag, and troops on the left and right were guarding him. They marched across the jade bridge in the cheers of the crowd and stopped in front of the towering flagpole.
A team of elite soldiers. Yang Yizhong immediately made a judgment. In terms of physique, formation, pace, and momentum, in terms of these points alone, the appearance of these dozen or so people is not inferior to the elite of the Imperial Ban Zhizhong.
Before he could figure out what this small team of elite soldiers was doing, loud music sounded from nowhere, startling Yang Yizhong. The red flag was unfurled, and the five familiar gold stars shocked his mind, and like a sea wave,
The humming sound came from behind, embracing the red flag and rising slowly towards the sky against the glow of the east.
Several young children in front of Yang Yizhong raised their hands above their heads, while more people just stood up straight, their eyes following the gradually rising red flag. When the morning wind fully unfolded the flag on the top of the flagpole, the first
A ray of sunshine also penetrated the eastern clouds and shone on the vermilion tower.
Yang Yizhong looked at the flag embroidered with five gold stars and suddenly realized the significance of this ceremony. He also understood why so many people gathered in the square before dawn. They were just waiting for the red flag to follow.
The rising sun rises together! And the music played, from the elderly to the children in the corner, can all sing along, which makes him feel incredible.
This is indeed an unusual country.
The sun was getting higher. When the sky was bright, the team of cultural and museum practice students turned out of the square, crossed a road, and said they wanted to have some breakfast before the museum opened (Note 3).
Yang Yizhong really didn't understand why there were so many long-wheeled boxes on this road. Some were big, some were small, some were black and some were white. There were obviously no cows and horses, but they could run much faster than war horses. And on this road
It is also really wide and smooth. Compared with it, the roads in Tokyo look like a grass street for a market in the countryside.
After passing this road, Zhao Jiu and several classmates said they were going to eat "Kaifeng cuisine". Yang Yizhong looked at the red shop sign several times, but it all read "Kidken". The diners in the shop were all confused.
We were eating fried chicken, meatloaf, meat rolls and the like, as well as soy milk, fried dough sticks and other common breakfast foods, which had no resemblance to Tokyo cuisine.
Anyway, there were already a lot of things that he couldn't figure out here, but not many like this. Yang Yizhong gave up looking into it, and then saw something strange. Zhao Jiu and the others ordered food without going to the counter or calling the waiter.
After just poking at a large screen a few times and finding a table to sit down, someone called for a meal. Yang Yizhong stood aside and sniffed, and actually felt a little hungry.
Zhao Jiu ordered a box of fried chicken and ate it with some French fries. After devouring it, he took a few sips of the brown and black bubbling drink called "Coke" and sighed: "I'd better suck it."
The original chicken is delicious!”
Yang Yizhong couldn't help but compare the young man with the official family again. The food appearance was really the same as that of the official family, but the family's favorite food did not seem to be the same as fried chicken. In Bagong Mountain and Nanyang, there has always been
I ate whatever I wanted. When I returned to Tokyo, I first ate hare for several months, and then started eating self-raised fish, duck, and chicken. They were also fed, but fried food consumed oil and was rarely made specially. It’s just that he
He obviously likes to eat, and the dishes are nothing more than marinated chicken, wrapped in some flour and deep-fried...
If this young man is really an official... Could it be that for the Northern Expedition, the officials gave up even these small luxuries in food? Yang Yizhong sighed, with such an official, why worry about the failure of the Northern Expedition?
After breakfast, the students gathered in twos and threes, crossed the "road" where no horses were seen at all, and returned to the vermilion tower. At this time, the three gates were open, and there was an endless stream of tourists. Yang
Yizhong followed everyone into the city gate, and then he raised his eyes and saw the plaque on the inner gate.
The Forbidden City Museum. This name made Yang Yizhong a little flustered. Forbidden City, which dynasty was the Forbidden City? As the teachers of the schoolchildren said, there is no emperor in this country, and the palace city can be used by people to come and go at will? But the museum is
What do you mean? Moreover, that small group of elites turned back to the inner city and disappeared after raising the flag. Who are they? Which family's soldiers they are? Since the red flag was raised in front of the palace, it must be of great significance. The red gold star is
Which country's flag?
Countless question marks circled the Yangyi Center, but no one could answer them. Zhao Jiu and his classmates passed the security check with their ID cards, passed the Meridian Gate, walked all the way forward, and jogged up the slope behind the Meridian Gate.
Spread out in front of the Tai Chi Hall and move around freely.
There were too many people on the central axis. Zhao Jiu, who was not visiting the Forbidden City for the first time, avoided the three main halls and went to the Wenhua Hall on the west side to read calligraphy and paintings. Yang Yizhong followed Zhao Jiu into the calligraphy and painting hall, displaying
The lighting in the room was soft, and the cultural relics lay quietly in the display cabinets, which once again shocked the imperial commander of the Song Dynasty.
So many precious paintings and calligraphy... Yan Zhenqing's "Zhushan Hall Lianju Album", Gu Kaizhi's "Pictures of Women's Benevolence and Wisdom", Zhou Fang's Pictures of Ladies, and many other works. He did not know the names of the authors, but he could compare them with those of Yan Zhenqing, Gu Kaizhi and others.
Those in the same column are naturally not mediocre and inferior works. Looking at the labels under the exhibits, they all have the year, author, and introduction.
Yang Yizhong did not know all the glyphs, but he still knew the character "Song". What is intriguing is that these exhibits are also divided into Northern Song Dynasty and Southern Song Dynasty... This made him a little annoyed. The officials had clearly attacked Zhongdu and recovered it.
The hometown of Yanyun, which even Taizu could not capture, came from the Southern Song Dynasty! Wait, how come the hometown of the official family has a history of the Qin, Han, Tang and Song Dynasties? And this painting... He looked at the author and felt a twitch in his heart.
"'Hibiscus and Golden Pheasants', Song Huizong's flowers and birds." Zhao Jiu stared at the painting and curled her lips. "The painting is good, but the person is really a bad person."
A classmate said disdainfully: "The two emperors of Hui and Qin are a disgrace among men. Who approves and who opposes them?"
"Oh, the shame of Jingkang, the backbone of the entire country was beaten to pieces, relatives were robbed, killed and humiliated. If I had hung them with a rope earlier, they would still be able to live in Five Kingdoms City for so many years." Zhao Jiu
He sneered.
"He actually thought about committing suicide, but it's too late to dare." Another female classmate took over the words coolly: "He is an excellent calligrapher and painter. As emperor, I can only say that he pitied the Song Dynasty."
Everyone scolded the Zhao family and his son with their words. Yang Yizhong was full of treacherous and treasonous words, and he could only stand and think, insulting the two saints with such witty words, he was worthy of being a member of the official family.
People. This group of young students did not care about the face of the Tian family at all, and they were heart-wrenching with each sentence. While they were sighing, they only heard people scolding "Song Gaozong" again.
"Wanyan Gou, this person is not a thing." Zhao Jiu said smoothly, but he didn't know that the surname Wanyan almost frightened Yang Yizhong.
"Otherwise? Even if a dog becomes the emperor, it will be more useful than him."
"At least a dog can't trick Yue Fei into killing him with twelve gold medals."
"No dog can write 'Chen Gou Yan' to the golden man."
Yang Yizhong tried his best to comfort himself at first, that "Gaozong Wanyan Gou" might be the pseudo-emperor of Jin Renli, just like the Liu family and his son in Jinan, but when a student cursed "Zhao Ji, his father and his son"
"Every one is rubbish than the other, and Zhao Gou is especially rubbish", he can no longer pretend to be even a little bit, he just feels that the world is illusory and everything is ridiculous!
The officials loved Yue Fei as much as they cherished their own siblings, so how could they kill him? How could the officials submit to the Jin people when Baima Shaoxing would rather die than make peace with him? How could the officials pacify the north and defeat the Jin people, so how could Jiangbei be devastated and peaceful?
A corner?
In other words, if the official did not come, if it was still the official who did not forget to look for Huanyi Niang during his escape, or if he was still the official who was so drunk that he only wanted to settle down in Yangzhou, the Song Dynasty would be destroyed as these students said.
The spine is broken, unable to recover after a fall, good generals have no place to use, loyal ministers are exposed to the light of day, and are slowly heading towards destruction?
He was excited and suddenly thought about it. The races, languages, and characters are all similar, and the history is the same. Moreover, they all consider themselves to be from China...
"Is this so..." Yang Yizhong murmured, almost crying. God will not abandon me, the Song Dynasty. How lucky they are to have an official family!
Yang Yizhong silently recited those words, Song, Yuan, Ming, Qing, Republic of China, Republic of China. He relied on the few words displayed in some exhibit information, the history class for primary school students under the monument, as well as Yuyuantan, Lotus Pond,
There is even a place name called "Jinzhongdu Road", which spells out a solution.
That’s it. This is where officials live, thousands of years from now.
No wonder I came here. He was relieved. Although the world is different and times have changed, Yanjing, a thousand years later, is still the land of China, and it is still so magnificent and prosperous. It turns out that the official family comes from such a country and such a world, no wonder
, no wonder.
He slowly opened his eyes. He had a good night's sleep and felt refreshed. "Did Zhengfu sleep well last night?" Zhao Jiu obviously drank too much last night and was still a little shaky now. She saw him coming in full of energy.
, slightly surprised.
"So that the officials will know that I had a sweet dream last night." Yang Yizhong cupped his hands.
"What are you dreaming about?" Zhao Jiu asked smoothly.
"I dreamed that I was traveling to Yanjing with my officials." He paused and then added casually: "The city of Beijing is prosperous and magnificent, and the people are prosperous and healthy, just like a fairyland."
Zhao Jiu froze there. After a moment, he smiled and said, "Really? I also had a dream."
"What do officials dream about?" Zhao Jiu looked at him without saying a word. The king and his ministers looked at each other for a long time, and slowly started to laugh.
Azolla
Traveling in Beijing at night, I learned a little about the relationship between monarchs and ministers. I looked at the red flag waving at the top of the city, and the blue sky was picturesque. After ten years of sharpening the sword to test the frost blade, I thought about China through the vicissitudes of thousands of years. The children listened to old stories in front of the monument and held plain flowers.
What happened here was like a dragon; over there, there was a turmoil. Count the emperors, generals, and prime ministers, who is the biggest sinner. The people went north with blood on their necks, and the rivers went east with endless tears. Later, people wrote about a dream and gossip.
Note 1: They are all the names of the palaces in Zhongdu, Jin Dynasty. In the Shao and Song Dynasties, it was the fourth prince who completed the move of the capital. In the earlier year, Wanyan Liang, King Hailing of Jin Dynasty in the Jin Dynasty, moved the capital to Yanjing and established Zhongdu in 1151. Jin Xizong Wanyan Dan
The establishment of Wanning Palace was in 1140. The Shao Song Dynasty broke through Taiyuan on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month in the ninth year of Jianyan (1135), and invaded Yanjing in the following year. However, when the fourth prince moved the capital to Yanjing, the palace of Jin Zhongdu should be
It has been built and can be borrowed for use. It will not take three to five years to build the Forbidden City.
Note 2: The Jinzhongdu ruins are located in today’s Fengtai District, not far from the Lotus Pond and Yuyuantan. There was a Lotus River in the Jin Dynasty, and Yuyuantan was also a famous scenic spot in the Jin Dynasty.
Note 3: The time of the flag-raising ceremony in Tiananmen Square varies according to the season, but the earliest the Forbidden City opens is at 8:30, and the National Museum is at 9:00. There will be a period of time in between. I wanted to write about the National Museum, which has a complete Song History exhibition, but the works of Song Huizong are not included in the exhibition.
"Hibiscus and Golden Pheasant" is hidden in the National Palace Museum. The other masterpieces are either in the National Palace Museum in Taipei or abroad, so it is set as a tour of the National Palace Museum.