Yi Song

Chapter 251: The men who sacrificed themselves for victory

It was April 16th in the first year of Xuanhe.

The sky in the Central Plains is blue and the clouds are thick, and the wind is gentle and the sun is beautiful. The water is green, the mountains are green, and the forests are green and the flowers are luxuriant.

A group of carriages and horses meandered for more than ten miles, walking slowly along the road from Zhengzhou to Bianliang.

"Thousands of reds and emeralds are clustered in the clear weather. It's hard not to get drunk because of pity for him and all kinds of fragrance. My love is as deep as yours, my heart is in my heart. When we look at each other, there is a spring breeze, and there is no joy. "

In a teahouse on the roadside, someone was singing a cappella loudly.

The singing is loud and melodious.

"Sure enough, it is the heavenly country, the hometown of poetry and etiquette. In the outskirts of the desolate countryside, the humble men in the villages speak pure and beautiful poems."

"Who wrote this poem? The colloquial language is simple and vulgar, and the country slang is interspersed with elegant idioms and sentences. The elegance and vulgarity blend into each other, and it is a natural blend. It's wonderful, wonderful."

The sound of high-pitched conversation came from the carriages in the procession.

Xue Yanchai saw that her sister was secretly trying to get lucky, she smiled and said disdainfully: "What kind of ancestral system? Today's official family of the Song Dynasty, as well as the powerful officials under him, have violated many ancestral systems.

"It turns out to be a masterpiece by Zhou Meicheng, a master of authentic graceful words. No wonder it is so good!"

The beautiful woman's eyes flickered and the corner of her mouth curled up, "Sixth sister is already a member of Liu Erlang's house, and everyone knows it. I pity you, fourth sister, but I am a widow, alone, and can only rely on my parents' family and beg for mercy."

"This is "A Thousand Miles of Spring, Thousands of Reds and Thousands of Greens" written by the halal layman, Zhou Meicheng (Zhou Bangyan)."

Among the chaotic sounds of praise and compliments, a clear voice came from a carriage.

"I still like Que in Zhou Meicheng's poems, 'burning agarwood to relieve the summer heat. Birds shouting for the clear sky, peeking into the eaves at dawn. The leaves have the first sun and the rain has stayed, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind lifts each load.'"

"My dear sixth sister, you must understand in your heart that no amount of ancestral craftsmanship can be worth a piece of imperial writing. Dad, Uncle Wang and others insisted on coming to Bianjing and were willing to be humiliated by the surrender, just because they wanted to see clearly that the Song Dynasty Is the destruction of Xia a sign of resurgence or a sign of decline from prosperity?”

The woman sitting opposite her was in her early twenties, with a similar appearance. She was indescribably bright and charming, and indescribably graceful.

Her lips are red without dots, her eyebrows are green without paint, her face is like the bright moon, and her eyes are like apricots. Her skin is as white as snow on the peaks, and as ruddy as hibiscus.

Xue Jinchai looked at the fourth sister and said nothing.

"Liu Erlang is a good strategist and good at fighting. He has a bright future. He may not necessarily want to be the Prince Consort Commandery. It is the ancestral system of the Song Dynasty. If you become the Prince Consort Commandery, you can only be noble and idle. You cannot mount a horse to run the army or dismount to govern the people."

Xue Yanchai saw that her sister didn't say anything, and her peach blossom eyes rolled, "I have heard that Liu Erlang and Zhao Wuniang are not only cousins, but also a match made in heaven. I wonder what the temperament of this princess of Qi State is like? Yes. Not a jealous one."

In my opinion, this ancestral system is just used to deceive people.

Xue Jinchai's face turned red and said, "Don't you dare drag me along like this?"

Someone responded.

"Fourth sister, why do you need to ridicule me? Now our future is uncertain, and our fortunes and misfortunes are unpredictable. Although Liangyuan is good, it is the home of others."

Xue Jinchai quickly advised: "Fourth sister, be careful, this is Bianjing, not Lingjing Prefecture."

In the past, the two brothers of Taizu Taizong of the Song Dynasty deceived their ministers. Later, elders such as Fu Zheng Gong (Fu Bi), Fan Wenzheng Gong, Sima Wen Gong (Sima Guang), Han Wei Gong (Han Qi), Wen Lu Gong (Wen Yanbo), etc., deceived Renzong and Shenzong. Waiting for the officials. "

"Hehe, Sixth Sister is a talented girl in my family, and her preferences are naturally different from others."

Someone in the carriage exclaimed.

There were two people sitting in the car. One was fifteen or sixteen years old. He had a shiny black hairband on his head. He was wearing a green silk skirt and a honey-colored robe.

Xue Yanchai stared at her sister and sighed softly: "Sixth sister is the most talented person in the family. She is well-read in Chinese and smart. Dad has high hopes, but you think very highly of yourself. You have no choice but to drag me into the house. This is a dirty place in Bianjing.

A fool's errand? There are nearly a hundred members of the Xue family, old and young. If not for our father and our ancestors, they would have turned into a handful of yellow mud. How could you and I have ever been alive? "

Xue Jinchai lowered his head and sighed sadly: "Liu Niang knows what dad is thinking. It's just that there are some things that I really can't do."

Xue Yanchai chuckled: "Some things, once you taste them, you just can't stop. Whether it's love or power, it's all the same."

The convoy stopped at a post station for a temporary rest.

At this time, the sound of singing was faintly heard in the distance. "It's because you are as beautiful as a flower, and the years are like a fleeting time. I am searching all over the place leisurely, feeling sorry for myself in the secluded boudoir. I turned around in front of the peony fence and stood close to the stone edge of the lake and mountain."

Xue Jinchai was surprised and said: "What's the singing like? It's so nice, graceful and beautiful."

"It's Nanqu. It's said that Liu Erlang brought it back to Bianjing from the south. Now it's so popular that there's no place that doesn't sing it, and no house that doesn't support singers. The person who sang just now must have been raised by the nearby Quanhuan Manor. Actor."

After asking around, the maid Bilian came back to report.

The convoy entered the Wansheng Gate in the outer city, and Bianjing was shocked.

Tan Zhen was wearing a purple robe and a headdress pointing toward the sky. He was riding on a tall horse, looking around with great pride.

Behind him are six hundred ceremonial guards.

They wore golden armor and fluttered their flags. These Japanese troops and the Dragon Guard cavalry were temporarily borrowed by Tan Zhen from Gao Qiu.

Three days ago, they sneaked to Banqiao Town, Zhongmou County, waiting to meet Tan Zhen. Now they are holding their heads high and proud, as if they were the ones who defeated the 300,000 Xia army; they were the first to conquer Xingqing Mansion in Xixia.

The tens of thousands of people from Bianjing who came after hearing the news stood on both sides of the street and cheered regardless of the number. The men and women upstairs carried the flowers they had prepared and dispersed towards them.

Flowers are like snow, flying on the West Street of Bianjing City.

In addition to the huge crowds of people on the street, the shops and residences on both sides of the street, mobilized by the Kaifeng Prefecture Secretary Lu, have planted small flags with Song characters on a red background and gold edges to mark the victory.

Looking from a distance, the sky is filled with flowers and red flags are everywhere.

More than half a month ago, when the news that the Song army defeated the Xia army and defeated the Qing Dynasty flew to Beijing, the officials and people in Bianjing couldn't believe it for a while.

After repeated confirmations from the Privy Council and the Zhongshu Sheng, the imperial pen was handed down from the official family, and the military and civilian officials dared to believe that the Hexi bandits who had caused trouble for hundreds of years were defeated by Liu Erlang, who had been in office for less than a year. The leader of the bandits, Li Qianshun, led With the officials in the harem, he fled west to Liangzhou.

The old land of Lingwu returns to the Central Plains.

The entire city of Bianjing was like a boiling cauldron, boiling, rolling, and noisy.

It's just that the army of the army has not arrived yet, so the people of Bianjing have been hiding their excitement. Today they can finally let it out.

It's just that the people of Bianjing didn't know that as they marched toward the cheering troops, there were only two to three hundred of Tan Zhen's soldiers who had participated in the battle to extinguish Xia from afar.

Tan Zhen thought they were too "rustic" and put them at the back. The cavalrymen lined up at the front of the team, receiving cheers and baptisms, were the Japanese-supporting troops and the Shenlong Guards cavalry who had not yet set foot in the northwest.

There are only a handful of soldiers and horses in the team who have actually participated in the Pingxia War and made meritorious deeds.

Liu Guozhang used the excuse that he needed to continue to warn the Xixia monarchs and ministers who fled west to Liangzhou, and pursued Brother Richard and his group who fled north. The main force could not move, so he did not send a single soldier to Bianjing to participate in the prisoner sacrifice.

The escorted cavalry brigade was sent to Chang'an, and after being handed over to the soldiers and horses of Jingzhao Mansion for continued escort, they turned back along Qinlong Avenue to Lanzhou to carry out new tasks.

The common people don't know all this, and the officials don't care.

Next is the Xuandemen sacrifice of prisoners.

The officials, dressed in court uniforms, accompanied by Zheng Juzhong, Wang Fu, Bai Shizhong, Deng Xunwu, etc., accepted Tan Zhen's offer of prisoners.

Sixty-six nobles from the clan were led to the door, knelt three times and kowtowed nine times, and shouted long live.

The captured flags and honor guards and jade seals of Li Qianshun were sent to the Hexi Province, the Privy Council, the Jingsai, Jianing, Xiangyou, Shenyong, Xiangqing, Baima, Chaoshun, Heishan, and Zhuoluo nine military divisions’ golden seal festivals. Gold seals of official talismans of Yin, Shi, Hong, Long, Xia, Yan, You, Wei, Ling, Shun, Jing, Huai, Ding, Xingqing and other prefectures
These trophies that showed their merits were presented one by one.

The official opened his mouth lightly and asked the attendants to accept them one by one.

After the prisoners were presented, three hundred dragon guards and three hundred Japanese soldiers with bright armor and majestic armors lined up and passed by to be inspected by hundreds of officials.

Next, the officials and their clan members went to the Ancestral Temple to worship and pray.

It took three days in a row to finish the work.

The aftermath turned into circles of ripples, rippling toward Bianjing City, the capital region, the Central Plains, and the world.

(End of this chapter)