Song Dynasty female artist

Chapter 1021 I'm waiting for the prince to come back
"Do you know that person?"

The man nodded: "It's the second son of the Xin family."

Zhao Jin frowned slightly.

Why is it him?

Could it be that the Xin family was involved in this operation?
But from the clues he had, that was not the case. Xin Aowu had not yet taken office in the court. There was news that he planned to take part in next year's military examination.

Zhao Jin was thinking.

The man waited quietly.

After about a quarter of an hour, Zhao Jin spoke up: "You go down first, I have other arrangements for this matter."

"Yes."

In a very secret private residence, Pingcuo and Ram sat face to face.

Pingcuo picked up the wine glass and drank it contentedly.

"Brother, are you sure that Mr. Xiao will give you the defense map?"

Phuntsok: “Of course.”

No one is a fool. He traveled thousands of miles and risked his life to come to the capital of the Song Dynasty, not to be used as a pawn.

He is not the only one who can go to the Taimiao.

He also sent people there, who strolled around there every day. He didn't believe that the people of the Song Dynasty were so stupid that they couldn't even see such an obvious flaw.

They set up strict control in the Imperial Ancestral Temple, so Xiao Yingsu had to cooperate with him. Otherwise, the defense map he had worked so hard to obtain would be nothing more than a piece of waste paper.

Inside Yunxiao Pavilion

"Mr. Xiao, there is news from the Lord."

Zhao Jin opened the note and his eyes darkened. It turned out to be urging him to send out the defense map as soon as possible.

The letter said that since the defense map was lost, the Song court had been quietly replacing the important military deployments on the map.

Although the progress is slow, it is changing.

If we don't send it out, even if they get it, it will just be a piece of waste paper.

Wouldn’t he understand this truth?
Kyoto is surrounded like an iron barrel. He has cultivators under his command, but there are even more cultivators guarding Kyoto.

Tomorrow is New Year’s Day, the day for ancestor worship.

Just now he sent people to the Taimiao to investigate, and there were indeed troops deployed in secret.

In tomorrow's Taimiao operation, their chances of winning are almost zero.

Zhao Jin burned the letter.

"Mr. Xiao, should we proceed with our plan for the Imperial Temple tomorrow as usual?"

Time is running out. If we plan to enter the venue tomorrow, we need to notify everyone now and make preparations.

Time passed little by little.

Night is coming.

Zhao Jin stood up and spoke with a hoarse voice: "The plan will proceed as usual. Go and contact Pingcuo. I want to see him."

The man looked at Zhao Jin and he understood.

"Yes."

In the operation at Taimiao tomorrow, those people will be the real pawns sent to their deaths. Mr. Xiao will cooperate with Pingcuo to let that White Bone God take the defense map out of the capital.

As long as they leave the capital, they will be like fish in the sea, and it will be difficult to stop them!
Sacrifice is inevitable, and this is the meaning of their existence.

The sound of firecrackers outside continued to rang out, and another year had passed.

Zhao Jin recalled the first time he came to the Song Dynasty when he was still very young.

A middle-aged man led him to the Duke's Mansion and said that the man was his grandfather. From then on, he became Zhao Jin.

He didn't remember much about his childhood. The only thing he could remember was that he was not Zhao Lu's grandson, but a Liao person.

Maybe because the real Zhao Jin had been living with his parents at the border and rarely returned to Kyoto, he did not doubt him and only said, "I'm glad you're back."

Zhao Jin's parents died in the battle, leaving only him.

Zhao Lu was not as doting on him as one might imagine. Instead, he was very strict with him and made him proficient in martial arts and calligraphy.

Zhao Lu said that they were a family of military generals and it would be a problem if they didn't know martial arts. What's more, he had a good physique, so Zhao Lu was even happier.

When Yelu Hongji sent someone to contact him for the first time, he had just turned twenty. Zhao Lu held a grand coming-of-age ceremony for him, and he almost thought that he was the real Zhao Jin.

When I married Xiaodie, it wasn't because I loved her that much. It was because a woman from a rich and powerful family would inevitably have many social engagements and all kinds of involvements.

There is only Xiaodie, she is an orphan, and an orphan from Guangdong and Guangxi. He will take Xiaodie to the Liao Dynasty in the future, and they have many ties. In addition, he has been in contact with her for so long, so she is the most suitable candidate for wife.

But later on, he was indeed happy with her.

It’s just that I can’t confess my identity to her.

Zhao Jin withdrew his thoughts. Success or failure depended on this one move. If he succeeded, he could bring his family back to the Liao Dynasty, where high positions and generous salaries were waiting for him.

Lost...

There will be no future.

He had thought countless times in the dead of night how great it would be if he really was Zhao Jin.

Back at the palace, they were still waiting for him.

"The prince is back."

"Well, it's so late, why haven't you eaten yet?"

Xiaodie: "Waiting for you."

"I'm not telling you to stop waiting for me. I've been busy these days. Just wait until I'm done."

"Tomorrow is New Year's Day, and we have to go to the palace for a banquet. I was thinking of having a reunion dinner with everyone tonight."

Xiaodie waved her hand, and the maid brought water and a towel. After washing, Zhao Jin sat in the main seat, looking at his son, daughter-in-law, and little grandson, and temporarily put his worries behind him.

"Have a meal."

This dinner was the longest one they had ever had. They talked and laughed at the table as if today was New Year's Eve.

The son and his wife went downstairs first, leaving Zhao Jin and Xiaodie in the hall.

The two of them walked to the backyard together. Several wintersweets in the backyard were in full bloom. Zhao Jin reached out and plucked a flower and put it on Xiaodie's hair: "So beautiful."

Although Xiaodie is already fifty years old, she is still quite shy.

She said, "I am already a grandmother, Your Majesty, are you making fun of me?"

"No, in my eyes, you are always the most beautiful."

This is what Zhao Jin really thinks.

The road of being a spy is lonely, and only Xiaodie is always by his side.

"Xiaodie, if one day I hide something from you, will you believe me?"

Xiaodie's hands trembled in her sleeves.

Is the prince going to tell her everything?

But she didn't want to hear it.

She just wanted to enjoy every day quietly like this. What was happening outside had nothing to do with her, and she didn't want to know who he was.

Xiaodie looked into Zhao Jin's eyes: "Your Majesty..."

"My lord, someone is looking for you."

Xiaodie was about to speak when the housekeeper came over and called Zhao Jin.

Zhao Jin knew what was going on. He had just taken too long to eat, so he had to arrange the next things.

"If you have anything to say, we can talk about it later."

Xiaodie smiled and said, "Okay, I'll wait for the prince to come back, but not too late, as we still have to go to the palace tomorrow!"

"Ah."

Tomorrow is New Year's Day, and several children are back.

Even Gu Qingming and Gu Qingxi returned to Kyoto with their families.

Gu Qingjue was so busy that he was nowhere to be seen.

Gu Qingming asked: "Sister-in-law, has Big Brother been so busy recently?"

"Yes."

"Tomorrow is New Year's Day. Don't people usually start to rest at this time of year? I haven't heard of anything important happening!"

Baili Xingcai: "There must be something wrong, otherwise Ziyuan would never be willing to abandon Yixin."

Gu Qingming nodded seriously: "That's right."