The fourth prince Wanyan Wushu, King of Wei of the Kingdom of Jin, had a dream at night.
In the dream, he was the one who won the battle at Huaishang. Zhao Guan's family abandoned the city of Jiankang and fled all the way, but he followed them south across the river, biting each step, and chased them to Lin'an and Mingzhou.
Chased out of the sea. Seeing that the corner of Emperor Zhao and Song's clothes was about to fall into his hands, he still escaped! He was left to be seasick and overturned in the waves, looking at the sea and sighing... The heavy unwillingness and frustration in the dream swept Wu Shu
, making him sink continuously, to the bottom of the sea. This even turned into despair.
Even in his whimsical dream, he still couldn't catch him...
The power of crying was like a burst of light, exploding on Wu Shu's scalp. His eyelids trembled, and he suddenly opened his eyes and found that his whole body was cold, his forehead and chest were dripping with moisture, and the only sound in the room was his rough breathing.
Voice.
Outside the dilapidated window, it was dark and moonless at night, but Wu Shu felt depressed and anxious in his heart, like a bottle of wine turning over and over in his heart. For several consecutive nights, he dreamed of that big scroll more and more often.
When he woke up, he could often hear the subtle sobs of the soldiers. He almost became a frightened bird, as if the next second, the symbol of Zhao Guan's family would surge from the horizon like a black and white tide among the troops.
Come, catch him up and engulf him.
In the pitiful dream, he successfully crossed the river at Huaixia, searching the mountains and seas all the way. The prospects were great, but he could not catch up with the Zhao Guan family. It seemed... This was destined! His ambition to destroy the Southern Song Dynasty was destined to be a destiny.
The scene is full of flowers and water.
Thinking of this, Wu Shu shed tears unconsciously. It was as if the cold wind outside the window was also sad with him. For a moment, even his buttocks behind him felt a faint pain.
But it was impossible for him to know how to express this inexplicable hero's desolation and sense of doom and gloom to others. Wu Shu held his head in the middle of the night, feeling a splitting headache and restless heart. He thought that the Kingdom of Jin would raise its own army for ten years.
The Liao Dynasty was destroyed in one year, and the Song Dynasty was destroyed in the next two years. Three generations of emperors in succession captured them as slaves and took them to the underground. A great power came to the dynasty, with a vast territory and a large population. How could the Jurchens, who had always been invincible in battle, now become
Look like this? What is it about them that is inferior to the weak and untrustworthy Song Dynasty?
Now that things have happened, which step did he do wrong, and which battle did he do wrong?
Everything shouldn't be like this. Wu Shu felt weird and couldn't help but think about what must have happened...
That young Zhao Guanjia.
Many years ago, when Wu Shu first saw King Kang, who came for peace talks on behalf of the Song Dynasty, in his second brother Zong Wang's army outside Bianjing City, he felt that he did not look like a descendant of the Zhao family at all. Facing the powerful soldiers of the Jin people,
The prime minister beside him, Zhang Bangchang, was so frightened that he cried bitterly, but he remained calm and looked at him coldly. The second brother Zong Wang angrily said that the people of Song Dynasty were cunning and might have sent a fake prince to deal with us.
Then starting from Huaishang, the Zhao official family, who was not like his father and brother, repeatedly opposed his Wushu and stubbornly resisted him in everything. He didn't look like someone named Zhao at all!
Thinking of the Zhao Guan family who almost lost the money a few years ago, the scabies problem has now turned into a serious illness. However, Da Jin is like an evil star in his life, and his fortune has been reversed, and his fortune has taken a sharp turn.
And where did his big gold fail? Why did it rise so suddenly, and why did it die suddenly?
On this night, Wu Shu covered his face in pain and anxiety. A cold starlight shone on the ground, but darkness swallowed him up. After all, how could he, Wanyan Zongbi, be inferior to the officials of Zhao and Song Dynasties? It was his military strategy that was inferior to him.
Is that frivolous man weakened by his fierce generals and Tiefu Tu? Is it because the Jurchen nobles are united and cannot compare with the intrigues in the court, or is it because they do not reward their subordinates with wealth, wealth, and beauties?
In fact, during the days when he was running for his life in a hurry and having trouble sleeping at night, Wu Shu kept looking around the court repeatedly, thinking about this problem, but the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't figure it out. He had to use "Ji Sheng Yu"
"He Shengliang", heroes always forgive themselves for heroes.
If Wu Shu's question were heard by Zhao Guan's family, they would probably laugh for a while.
Zhao Jiuhui told Wu Shu that the answer did not lie in the imperial court where he looked around, nor in the former "Emperor's Village", but now in Huining Mansion in Shangjing. The real answer lay under Wu Shu's dismissive feet, under his feet.
The land was dyed red and black with blood and the bones of the people living there. The answer lies in the massacre of the Jurchens who turned a blind eye, the anger soaked in the blood of the tens of millions of Han people killed by the war, and the roaring hatred of the living people.
inside.
What Wu Shu couldn't see was this invisible power of people's hearts. In fact, not only Wu Shu, but also most people in Zhao Jiu's court often couldn't see this weak power.
But Zhao Jiu knows very well that it may be scattered again and again and turn into lamentations and tears, but it will not disappear. Instead, it will always grow in the most humble mud, in the hearts of the weakest mud legs. They also
The ability to hate, love, cry, and laugh. After a few years, decades, or hundreds of years, this power will grow out of the moist, dry loess and black soil. The people above are like Wu Shu and Zhao Jiu.
The ministers and ministers may have forgotten the blood, and may disdain to say that the head of Guizhou can be so stupid and unknowable. But Zhao Jiu is different after all. After all, he is not a concubine of the Zhao family who was raised by a brocade woman. He was also the same in the past.
Grows out of the mud.
But it is undoubtedly ridiculous to ask Wu Shu this kind of question. After all, Wu Shu was just a nobleman born in a barbarian tribe. From the time he was born to the age of fifteen, he joined the army with his father Aguda to fight against the Liao Dynasty. All he saw were the shamans in the tribe.
The human skull is made into a wine vessel. The name of Wushu also means skull in the Jurchen language. In his world, people are either two-legged sheep slaves or wolf masters.
But wolves will eat meat after all. Therefore, wolves will never see meat.
During the day today, when Wu Shu hurriedly pushed the young king onto the horse, he heard He La, a drunken man, crying bitterly: "Uncle Emperor, Da Jin is going to die..." He almost fell off the horse. It was midnight.
Thinking about it, it is even more chilling.
This was actually their king. He was supposed to be Aguda's direct grandson, and he was supposed to be the proud son of Sirius, but he actually said the words: "Dajin can no longer go south."
Wu Shu always regretted it. If he had not killed Zong Han and taught the golden war god to still be alive, he would not be in such a mess today, nor would he allow the Han people to be so arrogant on the battlefield.
He sent a letter to Fei saying that he was offering a reward of 30,000 gold for the head of Han Yue and Wu Zhang. Unexpectedly, when Yue Fei heard about it, he announced that "three ounces of gold will buy Wu Shu's head." Wu Shu felt that everyone around him was sizing him up.
He couldn't help but hold the sword tightly around his neck wherever he went.
It was late at night, and Wu Shu reluctantly closed his eyes again. In the dream, he once again saw himself in a hazy dream, declaring with high spirits that he had "completely searched the mountains and seas", burned down the city of Hangzhou, and returned to Huining with a load of gold and silver treasures.
However, the high-spirited mood in the dream soon changed again, as if it had to reflect the dismal reality of defeat.
First he dreamed that Han Shizhong chased him fiercely, and Wu and Wu destroyed the Tiefu Tu in the land of Jingxiang, and then Yue Fei... Then, he was defeated again and again at the hands of Yue Fei.
, from Yancheng to Yingchang, to Zhuxian Town... No matter how hard Wu Shu tried his best to fight, he was defeated and fought again, and fought and defeated again. The breathless suffering in reality seemed to penetrate the dream... Wu Shu
He opened his tomb-like eyes in horror. He sat up suddenly and put on his white robe. He subconsciously reached out to grab the sword beside him, but it was in vain.
Wu Shu was in a daze, and then remembered that before going to bed, he put the sword that his enemy Yue Fei humiliated him on the table. He quickly stood up, reached out to pick it up, and held it in his hand. He couldn't help but sit down and put the cold sword away.
On the knee.
After being restless for a long time, he slowly drew out his sword. A tear suddenly fell from Wu Shu's pale face.
In the early morning, on the distant horizon, a vast white shadow of gray and black appeared, like a silent tide, slowly rolling in with the morning glow.