The Jin army besieged the city, and the Song emperor’s daughter died

December 28, the first year of Jingkang.

The heavy snow is like goose feathers, and the cold wind is like a knife.

In the vast snow curtain, a middle-aged Taoist priest in thin clothes walked up the steps step by step through the thick snow and walked towards the main hall of Longde Palace.

Pushing open the palace door, the cold wind poured in.

Emperor Taojun, who was meditating on the futon and adjusting his breath, opened his eyes slightly, stood up slowly, and bowed to the Taoist priest in front of the door: "Mr. Xu Jing is here."

Mr. Xu Jing, whose surname is Zhang, Ming Jixian, and courtesy name Jiawen, is a [-]th generation Heavenly Master of the Heavenly Master Path.

Zhang Tianshi made a ritual and walked in: "I heard the emperor's decree and came along the small road at night and under the stars. Fortunately, I arrived in time."

After Daojun and Emperor returned the gift, the two sat on the futon and discussed Taoism.

Emperor Daojun sighed: "It has been ten and nine years since we last saw each other. How is it that the Heavenly Master is here at Longhu Mountain?"

Zhang Tianshi smiled slightly and nodded, but did not answer.

Emperor Daojun sighed again: "Over the years, I have been thinking about it. In the second year of Chongning, my husband summoned the True Lord of Chongning, Guan Yu, to kill the dragon in the salt pond of Jiezhou, thus quelling the disaster. He also eliminated Xi Yao in the palace. I Every time I think of it, I feel extremely grateful, but... I summoned my husband again in the second year of Zhenghe's reign, but he refused to serve because of illness, and asked me to cultivate virtue and eliminate disasters in order to avoid the disaster of red horses and red sheep..."

Emperor Daojun shook his head gently: "At that time, I was dissatisfied with Daoism and could not understand it. Now, looking at the general trend of the world, sir, my words have come true."

Zhang Tianshi still smiled but did not answer.

Emperor Daojun could only mind his own business and continued: "Red horses in Bingwu, red sheep in Dingwei, and one day the red horses and red sheep will meet. Now the Jin people have sent 15 troops to Qingcheng. The Song Dynasty is in danger. Sir, do you have any solution?"

This time Zhang Tianshi did not smile again, but frowned slightly, his eyes full of sadness: "The Supreme Emperor has not cultivated virtue in these years, so he cannot eliminate the disaster. The red horse and red sheep have become a destiny, which is difficult to explain."

"But my son Fujin first defeated Wanyan Zongwang in Moutuogang and then defeated Wanyan Zonghan in Taiyuan City a year ago. A few days ago, he won a great victory at Nanxunmen and killed the son of Wanyan Lou's family. Isn't this a way to eliminate disasters? elephant?"

Zhang Tianshi shook his head from side to side: "On the day when this female official came to the throne, she was wearing a red cloak?"

Emperor Daojun was startled, remembering the day when Zhao Fujin entered the palace wearing a red cloak and ascended the throne, his face changed slightly: "Sir, what do you mean?"

"The red horse has not disappeared, but the red sheep has arrived."

Emperor Daojun trembled, and his voice became trembling: "You mean...my son Fujin has the appearance of a red sheep? But...there are many people in the world who like the color red."

Zhang Tianshi sighed: "If I remember correctly, the female official's horoscope should be March 24, the second year of Zhenghe?"

Emperor Daojun nodded repeatedly: "Exactly."

"That's it!"

Emperor Daojun was still puzzled. He leaned forward slightly, his face full of anxiety: "Sir, I made it clear."

Zhang Tianshi then slowly said: "If you only look at the horoscopes, there is nothing much to say, but if you combine the astrology theory, the Supreme Emperor still doesn't understand?"

Although the theory of astrology was still not a mainstream art in the Song Dynasty, it has been circulated among the people for decades. There have long been alchemists in the market who use astrology to tell people's fortunes and solve problems. How could a man as "versatile" as Daojun and Emperor do it? Can't understand.

It's just that he has never thought in this direction for such a long time.

Now that Zhang Tianshi had spoken out, Emperor Daojun looked sad: "Shepherd's Star, Red Cloak ascended the throne... I... I... Why didn't I think about it at that time? The world has become a disaster. For the sake of the people of the world, please give me some advice." "

Zhang Tianshi's face became even sadder, and he smiled bitterly and said: "Your Majesty, do you know that Xiaodao refused to follow the imperial edict and come to Beijing, but now he does so? Why?"

Emperor Daojun was overjoyed: "But sir, you want to save the world?"

Zhang Tianshi shook his head, took out a letter from his arms, and handed it to Emperor Daojun.

Emperor Daojun opened the letter, lowered his head and read: "A bronze mirror, several layers of green jade mountains, suddenly the night hair, moving into the cave and sky, the palace is fragrant and the clouds are together, no one and everything is idle, the red sun is under the Western Mountain, and the misty rain is falling... …This poem has a desolate mood.”

Zhang Tianshi still smiled bitterly: "How can we not be desolate when the world is in catastrophe? Xiaodao is thirty-six this year, and the catastrophe is imminent, which has formed a double catastrophe with the Red Horse and Red Sheep Tribulation. The day of the disaster in the Song Dynasty is when Xiaodao emerges. I will meet the Supreme Emperor again in this Longde Palace and settle the cause and effect."

When Emperor Daojun heard this, he even trembled all over.

Thirty generations of Heavenly Masters were unable to resolve the calamity of Red Horse and Red Sheep, but they had to deal with it with their own bodies...

Then who else in this world can be spared?

that oneself...

"The Supreme Emperor, your personal catastrophe has not yet come, and there is still time, but..." Zhang Tianshi hesitated.

Emperor Daojun urged again and again, looking like he was about to cry: "Sir, please speak clearly!"

Zhang Tianshi thought for a moment, thinking that the matter had come to this, and it didn't matter what the secrets were, so he said frankly: "The Supreme Emperor can still live a miserable life for a few more years, which can be regarded as replenishing the yin and yang energy of the heaven. The Supreme Emperor has been blessed and happy for so many years. If you damage the way of heaven, the subsequent misery can be regarded as a tonic."

"Is it possible to die well?" Emperor Daojun stood up and stood respectfully beside Zhang Tianshi with his body bent.

Zhang Tianshi shook his head.

"How to die?" Emperor Daojun asked again.

"The body and bones are made of oil, and the hundred-wishes lamp of peace is enshrined to bless the people of the world to have good weather, and to bless the world's kings, the country, and the people to be safe. Only when the oil is burned out can you enter the Tao and enter reincarnation again."

Emperor Daojun immediately stood up with his beard and hair flaring, his eyes full of horror: "Sir, are you saying... are you saying... that this golden man wants to refine me into oil?"

Zhang Tianshi closed the door and sighed softly: "It can be considered as atonement for the Supreme Emperor."

"What's my crime? What's my crime!" The Daojun Emperor has almost collapsed. It's already miserable enough for him to be a majestic emperor. His country is destroyed and his family is destroyed. He also has to be refined into lamp oil. How miserable and how deplorable this is. terror?Emperor Daojun couldn't accept it at all. He roared hysterically in Longde Palace, crying and laughing, and finally calmed down.

"Sir, I regret it."

"Sir, is there really no solution?"

"gentlemen……"

Seeing that Zhang Tianshi remained silent with his eyes closed, Emperor Daojun could only sit cross-legged on the futon again and proclaimed over and over again the gods enshrined by the Shenxiao Sect: "Yuanshi Dharma King of the Yuqing Holy Realm, Ziwei Arctic Emperor, Dongji Qinghua Emperor..." "

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In Akihito Palace, Zhao Fujin looked at the military uniform he wore before in Moutuogang: "I won't wear this one anymore. It looks like I don't have any other clothes."

Yelu Yuliyan smiled and said: "What do you want to wear, sister?" Zhao Fujin glanced at the red cloak beside him: "That's it, it's warm!"

Chun Xia reminded from the side: "Guan family, you have to march with the dignity of ninety-five, so you can't be too casual. This military uniform looks more dashing."

Zhao Fujin smiled and said: "I don't want to be valiant and heroic, I want to be delicate and pitiful. I put on a military uniform, I'm afraid of scaring them to death!"

Chunxia and Yelu Yuliyan pursed their lips and smiled and said no more.

Yelu Yuliyan took the red cloak, gestured in front of Zhao Fujin, and said with envy: "My sister's skin is as white as suet, no wonder she likes red. This combination makes red and white look even more transparent, and she is so beautiful. I can’t do it anymore, show off.”

Zhao Fujin blurted out without thinking: "It's a place in the Liao Kingdom. The ultraviolet rays are too strong. It would be great if there was sunscreen."

UV rays?Sunscreen?
Yelu Yuliyan and Chunxia had long been accustomed to such strange words and didn't ask much.

Yelu Yuliyan then said: "I received a letter from Yelu Dashi some time ago. Counting the days, I should have passed Xixia and entered the Song Dynasty."

While trying on clothes, Zhao Fujin said, "Don't worry, let him think about the Jin Kingdom's retreat route, and just wait and see."

Yelu Yuliyan pursed his lips and smiled: "Yelu Dashi also said in the letter that he might not be able to defeat Wanyan Lou's family..."

Zhao Fujin put on his big cloak, turned around in front of the bronze mirror, and said with a careless smile: "Don't worry, I can't bear to give up Wanyan Lou's head to him."

Shortly after nightfall, there was a sudden loud explosion, which made the defenders at the top of Nanxun Gate tremble in shock.

The elderly soldier whispered: "It's Donglei, have you heard a word?"

The soldiers gathered around the fire to keep warm turned to look at the old soldier. The old soldier took out the kettle hanging on his waist, took two sips, and said with a swipe of his mouth: "If the thunder of spring does not strike, the thunder of winter does not hide, the army will rise and the country will rise." Hurt."

Dong Lei.

An uncommon natural phenomenon.

People in the market believe that winter thunder is unlucky and is often associated with disasters such as war and banditry. Especially if it explodes in the capital of a country, it must be associated with the fate of the country.

If it happens elsewhere, there is also a folk proverb: Thunder hits the winter, and nine out of ten cattle pens are empty.

No matter what, the winter thunder is blasting, and this winter is bone-chillingly cold.

Fortunately, Li Gang obtained Zhao Fujin's permission a few days ago and took a lot of cloth and silk from the treasury to sew warm clothes for the soldiers. In addition to the Ministry of Internal Affairs arranging the maids to work overtime, even the concubines in the harem and the princes' palaces The female relatives also started sewing themselves.

Of course, this little bit of cloth, silk, and this little royal family could not make a few pieces of warm clothing.

Civil forces had to be mobilized, so "Da Song Daily" published a special article, which said: "The army is like a fish, the people are like water, and military merit is half and half."

For a time, various chambers of commerce in Kaifeng donated materials to keep out the cold, to show that they would live and die with the imperial court. The wealthy ladies who had previously studied music, chess, calligraphy and painting also started working as female celebrities, hoping that the clothes they sewed could be worn by the emperor. The bodies of the soldiers guarding the city warmed their bodies and hearts.

King Zhao Huan has not been idle these days. On behalf of the imperial court, he went to the city to visit the soldiers who were guarding the city. He ate with them in the snow in the city. He also knelt barefoot in front of Si Tianjian's sacrificial platform to pray to heaven. , praying to God to protect Zuo of the Song Dynasty.

Zhao Fujin did not care about these actions to support the army in Kaifeng City, neither criticizing nor praising them. These were not things that she, an emperor, should worry about.

What she has to worry about is when the Jin Army will launch a full-scale siege.

Judging from the news received in the past few days, it will be almost a day or two for the Jin Army to take action.

In the imperial study, Zhao Fujin only announced that Li Bangyan, Yue Fei and Han Shizhong had arrived.

Their judgment was consistent with Zhao Fujin's, and they felt that the time for the Jin army to attack would be either tomorrow or New Year's Eve.

"In that case, tell me, how should we fight this battle?" Zhao Fujin asked people to spread out the Kaifeng city defense map and waved to the three of them: "Come forward and talk."

As the general of the army, Li Bangyan was already familiar with the specific arrangements for this offensive and defensive battle. Pointing to the city defense map, he explained to Zhao Fujin: "The main direction of the Jin army's attack will still be Nanxunmen. Although Shuimen to the west has already It’s frozen, but it’s ice after all, so it’s impossible to set up heavy artillery to bombard the city…”

After some explanation, it turned out that the defense was airtight, but it was just defense.

In other words, Li Bangyan was full of confidence. No matter how the Jin Army played, they would definitely not be able to capture Kaifeng City in a short period of time. The only thing that gave Li Bangyan a headache was the Jin Army's ultra-long-range artillery.

"It would be nice if there were thunderbolts." Li Bangyan muttered.

After all, there is the precedent of Yue Fei's Battle of Taiyuan. If you kill the Jin Army's artillery planes, you only have to deal with their assault on the city, which is much less stressful.

However, Zhao Fujin's focus was not here. During this period of time, she had not even asked about the situation of the Jin Army's artillery aircraft.

"What I want is not to defend Kaifeng from falling. What I want is to defeat the main force of the Jin Army in one battle."

The three of them pondered for a moment, and then Yue Fei said: "Then we can only go out of the city to fight."

"Can you be sure?"

Yue Fei shook his head and glanced at Han Shizhong. Han Shizhong smiled bitterly and said: "Officials and everyone say that the Jin army is invincible if it is less than ten thousand. Although I don't believe this, we want to defeat the 15 Jin army in one battle. This... ...This is not very realistic. If we work hard and take another eight or ten years, it is not that there is no chance, but right now...it is absolutely impossible."

Zhao Fujin is not upset. What Han Shizhong and Yue Fei said is objective and rational. With the current strength of the Song Army, it is indeed a bit of a dream to conquer the 15 gold army and destroy it in one battle.

"What if the commanders from the east and west are killed in a war?"

The three of them were stunned and speechless for a long time, wondering why the officials were so arrogant today?

Seeing that the three of them were silent, Zhao Fujin smiled and said: "Suppose, let's suppose, that Wanyan Zongwang and Wanyan Zonghan were both killed shortly after the war started. Then are you sure that you can defeat the main force of the Jin army in one battle, not to mention total annihilation, just defeat it? .”

Since the officials said this was a hypothesis, Han Shizhong and Yue Fei boldly followed the officials' thinking and made bold assumptions.

"If Wanyan Zongwang and Wanyan Zonghan are killed in front of the battle, the Jin army will be leaderless. The generals will not have command and it will be difficult to coordinate. At most, they will fight independently. If we take advantage of the situation and attack with the whole army, the Jin army will definitely collapse in a battle. We are [-]% sure of defeating the main force of the Jin Army."

Zhao Fujin clapped his hands: "This is the idea! You can rearrange your troops according to this idea..."

The three of them were stunned again. Why did you take the hypothesis seriously?
If the troops are arranged according to this idea, it will become an offensive, not a defensive. Once the offensive is frustrated and there is no defensive defense, then Kaifeng will be gone, won't it?
Seeing the three people's resolute objections, Zhao Fujin stood up slowly and bowed to the three of them. Li Bangyan was so frightened that he almost knelt down: "Guan family, this is... this is... minister, etc." I can’t bear it!”

Zhao Fujin suppressed his smile and looked humble and sincere: "I want to apologize to you. There are some things that I should have made clear to you a long time ago, but...it is related to the national destiny of the Song Dynasty, and it is also related to the millions of people in Kaifeng City. I still don’t know who was responsible for Yao Pingzhong’s attack on the camp, so I have to be careful. I only summoned the three of you today, and sent away all the guards in the Imperial Study Room, just because I want to speak frankly with my three husbands. A strategy to defeat the main force of the Jin army in one battle."

After the three of them heard this, they immediately straightened themselves up and saluted the officials: "Officials act cautiously, and there is nothing wrong with that. I am willing to listen to the good advice of the officials."

Zhao Fujin put his hands on the imperial case, looked serious, and said in a sincere tone: "I am not a general. If there is something wrong with this plan, the three ministers must speak out. You, I, the monarch and my ministers will take care of this matter that is related to the fate of the country." Try to negotiate a plan that is flawless."

"I obey the order!" (End of Chapter)