Piano

After coming out of Jingxu's paintings, Lan Xuesheng still couldn't get out of the unspeakable grief for a long time. The shocking killing sound when Bianjing City was broken was still in her ears, and she felt as if she was still lying in her arms. Looking at the poor girl whose body was so cold.

——Those who have not personally experienced it will never know how painful it is to "destroy the country and destroy the family".

Lan Xuesheng blinked slowly, and the water drops flowed from the corners of her eyes into the hair on her temples.

The 27 years spent in Jing Xu Nei had already become a vicissitudes of dreams that could not be easily touched in her heart. She got up and sat on the couch with her knees in her arms for a long time, finally trembling, she took out her mobile phone.

——Although she has learned the real ending of Concubine Rongde in history from Feng Xi, she still wants to see it with her own eyes.

She wanted to see with her own eyes how she and those poor people were recorded in the history books.

Lan Xuesheng's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably. She tried several times while holding the phone, and finally managed to open those small pages. By the end, there were already tears streaming down my face.

"...On the 22nd, Xiao Qing was ordered by the Second Commander-in-Chief to discuss the matter with Song officials Wu Kai, Mo Yu, etc., and ordered the Young Emperor to hand it over as evidence:

First, Daozong was allowed to go north, and the prince, Kang Wang, and the prime minister were six people as hostages.The tribute should be paid with artifacts from the Song court.

500. For areas south of the Mianchuan River and Bianjing, there are two emperor concubines, four Zong concubines and four clan concubines, 500 court ladies, 3000 female musicians, and 500 craftsmen of various colors, increasing every year. [-] million taels of silver silk as a tribute.

First, it was originally planned that the prince, the prime minister, and the blood relatives of Hewai Shouchen should be dispatched at full speed and returned after delivery.

First, it was originally planned to reward the army with 100 million ingots of gold and 500 million ingots of silver, which must be delivered within ten days.If the number is not enough, one thousand ingots of gold will be granted to each of the emperor's concubine, five hundred ingots of gold will be granted to each of the concubines, two hundred gold ingots will be granted to each of the clan concubines, five hundred silver ingots will be granted to each clan wife, and two silver ingots will be granted to each clan wife. One hundred ingots, one of the noble relatives and daughters will be allowed one hundred ingots of silver, and the commander-in-chief's mansion can choose. "

"...It was night, and the prime minister of the country had a banquet for the generals, and ordered the concubines and other concubines to change the outer and inner clothes of the singers on the terrace, and sit together with wine. The three wives of Zheng, Xu, and Lu resisted and cut them off. Behind the scenes, a woman pierced her throat with an arrowhead Death. Martyrs Zhang, Lu, and Cao resisted the will of the second prince, stabbed them with iron rods, and placed them in front of the tent, bleeding for three days. On the seventh day, the princess and the emperor entered the village. The prince pointed out a warning, and everyone begged for their lives. Order Fu Jin Diji to comfort her, order her to be anointed and bathed, and the harem dance clothes to be used for the banquet." (The above two paragraphs are excerpted from Yuan·Li Tianmin's "Nanzhengluhui")
"..."

... Forced to be a singer and dancer for people's entertainment, a sheep-raising ceremony... a laundry yard (a place for the royal family of Jin to choose women and accommodate court ladies)?
She didn't dare to imagine how much despair those girls could feel in this series of humiliations. She only knew that she was heartbroken just looking at those extremely simple and cold words.

If the king has no way, the people's livelihood will be very difficult.

This is what happens.

Lan Xuesheng closed her eyes, then grabbed her mobile phone and left the bedroom. At that time, Feng Xi seemed to have been waiting for her in the hall for a long time. Seeing her coming out, she raised her jaw unhurriedly: "I wrote "Xiaoxiang Water" I found the piano score of "Cloud" for you."

"I reckon, you'll probably want to practice it at this time."

"Thank you." Lan Xuesheng smiled palely, then took the piano score and sat down in front of the piano table.

The original score of "Xiaoxiang Shuiyun" is not the same as the version she learned back then. It is said that she should not be able to play it well at the first time, but perhaps the emotions accumulated in her chest today are too strong. As soon as I picked up the score, I played it smoothly as soon as I got started.

... Even this sense of worry and anger is two points stronger than the original song.

Feng Xi, who was quietly listening to the piano music, lowered her eyes silently, and tapped her elbows with her fingertips. The original work of "Xiaoxiang Water Cloud" was originally from the Southern Song Dynasty. But the Jin army went south to attack Zhejiang.

This is indeed incomparable to the disaster that destroyed the country during the Jingkang period of the Northern Song Dynasty, and I can't complain that the grief in Xuesheng's heart can be so full.

She was also to blame for this matter, she thought that Jing Xu would take her to Guo Mian, but she didn't want to go directly to the Northern Song court.

And the fantasy of the dying princess was really... nothing more.

Feng Xi sighed in disappointment, then closed her eyes and listened to the piano music quietly. The sound of Lan Xue over there had completely immersed herself in the piano music.

The pain of subjugation is endless.

It's like a blunt knife cutting flesh, it doesn't show up at first, but when it's discovered, it becomes more and more painful.

It will pierce into your marrow bone silently like a vine, crawl under the flesh and blood, sneak inch by inch, and suddenly break out of the ground one day, covering the body in the blink of an eye.

Just one touch is bloody, one after another.

Just like the rushing water on the river, the surging clouds and smoke in the mountains.

Now that I think about it carefully, everything that happened back then was a sign.

For example, the six thieves of the Northern Song Dynasty (Cai Jing, Tong Guan, Wang Wei [sound "Fu"], Liang Shicheng, Zhu Yan [sound "Mian"], Li Yan) headed by Cai Jing, who controlled most of the court, were becoming more and more rampant. For example, Huizong The indecision is easy to listen to slander.

For example, since the first year of the founding|China|Jing|Jingguo, the winter has been colder and colder year after year, and another example...the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses of the Golden Army who are seeing their strength.

In cold weather, the pastures are not revived, and the production in pastoral areas is reduced. The nomads in the north are bound to go south to attack the city in order to survive.

Coupled with the lack of good generals, the stupidity of the emperor, the rampage of treacherous officials and the covetous eyes of foreigners from all over the world.

The road to the demise of the Song Dynasty has long been determined by fate.

After playing the last note, Lan Xuesheng suddenly let go of the strings, and the seven strings vibrated and swayed for an inch.

Seeing this, Feng Xi came forward and patted her on the shoulder calmly. Lan Xuesheng pursed her lips, and said with an imperceptible hoarseness: "...Xiao Fengfeng."

"I should have passed this one, right?"

"It's over." Feng Xi nodded, and Lan Xuesheng was silent for a while after hearing this: "...Then what about the next song?"

"What's the next one, when are we going to learn the next one?"

"The next song is 'Si' Zhi, Gong Xian, Tu Xing, "Hu Jia Eighteen Beats"." At this point, Feng Xi's tone paused slightly, "'Worry' and 'Thinking' have always been inseparable, these two songs Although the music scenes are different, they do have a lot in common.”

"——Don't be in a hurry, Xuesheng, take your time and wait for your mood to calm down. It won't be too late for us to enter Jingxu again."

"Otherwise, if the two are added together, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it." Feng Xi's eyes were vaguely worried, Lan Xuesheng thought for a moment with lowered eyes, and finally nodded slightly: "Okay."

"Good girl, relax, what you see in Jingxu are all illusions, and it is no longer the Jingkang period." Feng Xi said while touching her head, "Your era is better than before. That's too much."

"That's true." Lan Xue nodded, and shut herself back to the bedroom after speaking.

Feng Xi looked at her back and couldn't help wrinkling her face. She rubbed her chin and pondered for a while, then slapped her palm fiercely, ran to the corner, and grabbed Liang Qu involuntarily—

"Tomorrow, you will accompany Xuesheng to look at the store."

Randomly selected two sections of history books for you to feel. I didn’t stuff more into them. One is that there are too many stuffed words, and the other is pain, which is too painful. If you want to know the details, you can search it yourself Look, it's hard to say.