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Chapter 569 My name is Xia Xiaoyan
"Of course, big brother, are you sure you want to buy it? If you are just impulsive, I advise you not to buy it, otherwise you will regret it. Of course, if you really understand and are interested, then you can buy it, which shows that you have good taste."

The girl spoke in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, but the excitement in her tone was hard to hide.

"Haha, three million is just a number to me. It doesn't matter. Just tell me. If you think it's good, I'll buy it."

"I'll offer five million. I'll buy it!" At this time, a sharp voice came, and a fat man in yellow clothes walked over proudly.

Next to the fat man, there were two burly men in black clothes with grim faces.

"Uh--"

Just after he finished speaking, after seeing the little girl's appearance, the fat man let out a "gout" and almost vomited.

"Damn, you're really a dinosaur. You said you look so ugly, it's wrong for you to come out and scare people. Damn, you scared me so much that my prostate became enlarged." The fat man said, and then turned around proudly, but the next moment, he turned back and looked at Zhang Wufeng thoughtfully, as if he was thinking about something.

"Kid, I don't like you. If you hadn't blocked my way just now, I wouldn't have felt sick. Lu Biao, Sun Jin, beat them up." The fat man didn't know what was wrong with him, and suddenly asked the two people around him to beat Zhang Wufeng.

Zhang Wufeng snorted lightly, looked at the fat man and sneered, and said casually: "Lin Cheng, I didn't want to do anything to your Lin family, but you found me, you are really good at it!"

"Uh—you, you—"

Lin Cheng was slightly startled, then he looked at Zhang Wufeng carefully, his expression suddenly changed, and he turned pale.

He originally thought that it was impossible for someone like Zhang Wufeng to hang around here in ordinary clothes, so when he saw this man, who seemed to be only eighteen or nineteen years old, he immediately felt unhappy and was ready to beat him up. He didn't expect that this man was actually Zhang Wufeng.

So, his throat gurgled and cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Zhang Wufeng ignored the attention of the people around him, took a few steps, and kicked the fat man in the face. The fat man screamed and flew four meters away. When he fell to the ground with a "bang", three of his teeth had fallen out and blood was flowing out of his mouth.

"You just said three masters, so I'll break three of your teeth and spare your life. Remember, be more low-key next time." Zhang Wufeng gently brushed the dust off his pants, then turned around and ignored the group of people.

Zhang Wufeng's action scared the passengers around who were originally preparing to gather around to watch the fun, and suddenly the area within several meters around him became a vacuum.

The girl didn't show any strange expression, as if she didn't see these things. Seeing Zhang Wufeng carefully observing the three things, she squatted down and pointed at the unclear words on the tombstone and said, "I am lucky to have the opportunity to be your concubine. I hope my body will be with you and my fragrance will remain after my death. I failed in painting and fled to a foreign land. I am willing to sacrifice my life for my master. How dare I feel sorry for myself? I only regret that the country has demoted me and transferred me to a lowly job. Looking south to the Han Pass only adds to my sorrow. I have a father and a brother. I hope Your Majesty will have some pity on them."

This sentence comes from this tombstone. In fact, the words on it are very small, but this tombstone records a lot of things.

What I mean is that I was lucky enough to be chosen as a concubine for your majesty. I thought I could offer my body to your majesty and leave my name after my death. But I was retaliated by the painter Mao Yanshou. I had to marry to the Xiongnu in a foreign land. I sincerely repay your majesty's kindness with my body. How dare I pity myself? Now I only regret that the personnel changes in the Xiongnu are unpredictable. The Chanyu has passed away. I can only spend my time by doing humble craftsmanship. Looking southward at the border of the Han Dynasty every day only makes me more sad. My father and brother are still in my hometown. I can only hope that your majesty will show some mercy and let me return to the Han Dynasty!
There is also a poem on it: "Autumn trees are dense, their leaves are withered and yellow, there are birds in the mountains, gathering in the mulberry trees. Raising feathers, they are bright, and they have become clouds, and they are floating in the upper reaches of the curved house. The palace is remote and desolate, my body is exhausted, my mind is sunken, and I can't fight. Although I have the birds to entrust, my heart is wandering, what can I do alone, and my comings and goings have changed. The graceful swallows gather far away in the western Qiang, where the mountains are majestic and the rivers are vast. Father and mother, the progress is long and difficult, alas! I am worried and sad."

I like this poem very much. I will translate it for you in modern vernacular. Of course, this is just my own understanding. Don’t laugh at me, big brother.”

As the girl spoke, her gaze became somewhat distant, as if at that moment, her gaze had penetrated time and space, and had become more vicissitudes of life.

"The woods in autumn are lush and green, and the leaves on the mountains are golden. The birds living in the mountains gather in the mulberry forest and sing loudly. The mountains and rivers of the hometown have nurtured plump feathers, making their bodies and appearances particularly bright. The colorful clouds floating in the sky brought her into the best boudoir in the world. It's a pity that the secluded room in the palace is so empty and lonely, and the delicate body of the golden bird can never see the sun. Dreams and longings weigh heavily on my heart, but the bird in the cage cannot fly freely. Although there are delicious dishes piled in front of me, my heart is wandering and I don't want to eat or drink. Why am I the only one who is so miserable, and I can't get the good things that come and go. The dancing purple swallows fly to the distant Xiqiang. The towering mountains are in front of me, and the surging rivers flow to the distance. Call my father and mother in my hometown, the road for my daughter to get married is far and long. Alas! Your poor daughter, your sad heart is full of grief and sorrow."

The girl chanted in a low and soft voice.

After reciting, she looked at Zhang Wufeng and said nothing.

"Wang Zhaojun is a very remarkable person. I admire her very much." Zhang Wufeng nodded slightly, with a bit of admiration in his eyes.

The girl's eyes lit up slightly, and she continued, "Sure enough, big brother really understands the value of these things. Yes, these are the materials of the Qing Tomb and the burial objects. As for why they are here, I can't tell you. However, it seems that big brother knows Zhaojun very well. That's right, if he didn't know, why would he be willing to spend three million without frowning."

Zhang Wufeng felt a little strange when he heard this. The girl said Wang Zhaojun, and she said 'Zhaojun' directly, and it was very natural. It seems that the relationship between the two is extraordinary. However, he did not show it, but smiled confidently and said, "Yes. Speaking of Wang Zhaojun, I do know a lot about her. Wang Zhaojun was born in a place called Zigui, where the river is turbulent and roars day and night, and there are cliffs and rocks on both sides. During the Warring States Period, a famous figure, Qu Yuan, came from here.

When Wang Zhaojun was born, the Han Dynasty was in its heyday. The people had enough food and clothing, but Zigui was a remote place. Wang Zhaojun's father, with his two sons and one daughter, and his wife, cultivated a few pitifully small hillside plots and planted some grains to make a living. They still lived a hard life of barely enough food and clothing. Sometimes they had to pull boats upstream to supplement the family income.

Although life was hard, the family lived in harmony and did not fight with the world. More importantly, they were able to maintain the traditions of their ancestors and did not forget that they were once a respected family of poets and scholars. Wang Zhaojun had an older brother named Wang Xin and a younger brother named Wang Sa. She did not do any hard work. In addition to learning needlework from her mother, she also studied and learned calligraphy under the supervision of her father. Although she grew up in a remote village, she had the demeanor of a lady from a noble family.

In the first year of Jianzhao reign of Emperor Yuan of Han Dynasty, he issued an edict to recruit beauties from all over the world to supplement the harem. Wang Zhaojun was only 28 years old, like a solitary orchid in a valley, so she was naturally chosen to enter the palace.

There were thousands of beauties selected from all over the country to enter the palace, but the emperor could not meet them all. First, the painter Mao Yanshou painted a portrait of each of them and presented it to the emperor. Those who came from wealthy families or had relatives and friends in the capital used various channels to bribe the painters. However, Wang Zhaojun came from a poor family and was proud of her beauty. She was unable to bribe and disdained to deceive the emperor. Mao Yanshou felt very uncomfortable. Not only did he paint her very mediocre, but he also put a huge black mole on her cheek. When Emperor Yuan of Han saw Wang Zhaojun's portrait, he was disgusted and thought she was an unreal woman. Therefore, five years later, she was still a maid waiting for orders. Five years is not a short time, and it is longer than the time it takes to study for a bachelor's degree now. In addition to taking on some light work in the palace, Wang Zhaojun had too much spare time to read and write, sing and dance, study music and painting, and constantly enrich and hone herself. However, when I wake up from my dreams at midnight, I can't help feeling sad and lonely. My best years are slipping away bit by bit. I don't know when I will be able to make a breakthrough, and how can I repay my parents for their kindness in raising me?
It is the season of late autumn again, with fallen leaves and insects chirping. The cold rain knocking on the window and the lonely lamp and cold quilt are the most likely to arouse reverie. Thinking of the river in Xiling Gorge, and the five days of happy family reunion, I feel sad. I picked up the pipa casually, played and hummed, and what I can't finish is homesickness:

It's the first watch of the night, I'm most heartbroken, my parents love me like a treasure, and it's hard to find a happy home in this world; now I have everything, pearls, silks, lamb and fine wine to enjoy, but when I think of home, my clothes are filled with tears.

At the second watch, I thought carefully. I could not bear to miss my parents who are three thousand miles away. Who can I rely on when my parents are old? There is no news from the palace. I miss Zhaojun day and night. I can't calm down and just hope to go to Beijing to see the court.

In the middle of the night, in the dusk and moonlit night, I am tormented by worries, and I can’t sleep alone under the tent; I miss you so much, but my fate has cut off my marriage, and I have wasted my spring, summer, autumn and winter, and my infatuation is also pitiful.

In the fourth watch, I am in great pain, miserable and tearful, my fate is so miserable that it breaks my heart; it is a hateful thing for Mao Yanshou, who deceived the king with his brush and was not summoned to be a phoenix, and was left alone in the palace and suffered misery.

At five o'clock in the morning, dreams are hard to come true. The inner courtyard of the deep palace is deserted. A good night is wasted. Parents miss them in vain, and they miss them all the more. There is nothing we can do about this fate. We can only sigh that everything in life is destined.

This is the famous "Five-hour Sadness Song", full of resentment and infinite sadness, mixed with strong homesickness and a hint of longing.

Wang Zhaojun spent the long nights and days in silence, her will was depressed, and she "sighed that everything in life is predetermined." However, in fact, fate always contains "uncertainty" in "determinacy". In the first year of Emperor Yuan of Han Dynasty, Huhanye, the Chanyu of Southern Xiongnu, came to pay homage, and Wang Zhaojun's fate inadvertently underwent a breakthrough change.

It was March in the Central Plains, when flowers were in full bloom, but it was still a cold and windy season outside the Great Wall. It was really "peach blossoms behind the horse and snow in front of the horse, how could one not turn back." Wang Zhaojun finally fell ill on the long journey and had to stop moving forward temporarily. During her recovery, she thought of her parents and brothers, so she lit a lamp and put on her clothes, wet her tears and wrote ink. After leaving Yanmen Pass, a large group of Xiongnu knights, felt carts, and Hu girls came to greet her. When she arrived at the royal court, she saw geese flying over the flat sand, yellow dust rolling, cattle and sheep everywhere, and endless green grass. In the tents, lights and decorations were hung, and there was joy until dawn. Huhanye Shanyu named her Ninghu Yanshi (that is, the queen of Anning Hudi) and did everything to accommodate her to win her favor. However, the sad sound of Hujia, the galloping of horses, the fishy food, and the foreign customs made Wang Zhaojun always miss her homeland. As the saying goes: The Han envoys returning to the court often sent messages asking, "When will the gold be redeemed for my beauty? If the king asks about my beauty, don't say it is not as good as when I was in the palace."

After Wang Zhaojun went to the frontier, Emperor Yuan of Han Dynasty took her parents and brothers to Chang'an according to her wishes, granted her a house and land, and settled them properly. Huhanye was very happy to have the beautiful woman in the Han court. He had a feast all day long and sent envoys to send a large number of jades, jewelry and fine horses to repay the special favor of the Han emperor. He even wrote a letter to the emperor, saying that he was willing to protect the country and the people and to dismiss the border soldiers to give the emperor's people a rest. After reading the "Ten Don'ts" submitted by Langzhong Hou Ying, Emperor Yuan of Han Dynasty declined his kindness. Just three months after Wang Zhaojun arrived at the Xiongnu royal court, Emperor Yuan of Han Dynasty, under the premise of missing and regretting, fell ill on his sickbed and died in the early summer under the dazzling pomegranate flowers.

In the second year, the first year of Emperor Cheng of Han, Wang Zhaojun gave birth to a son for Huhanye Chanyu, named Yidu Zhiyashi, and was named You Rizhu Wang. A year later, the old Huhanye died. Wang Zhaojun was 24 years old that year. She wrote to Emperor Yuan of Han: I am lucky to be the concubine. I say that my body depends on the sun and the moon, and my death will leave a fragrance. But I am disappointed in painting and have to go to a foreign land. If I can sacrifice my life to repay my master, how dare I feel sorry for myself? I only regret that the country has demoted me and transferred me to a lowly job. Looking south to the Han Palace, I feel even more sad. I have parents and brothers, but Your Majesty should not pity them! I hope I can return to the Central Plains.

The eldest son of Da Yanshi, Diao Tao Mo Gao, inherited the position of Chanyu. According to the customs of the Xiongnu, Wang Zhaojun became Diao Tao Mo Gao's wife. The young Chanyu loved Wang Zhaojun even more, and the couple lived a very loving and sweet life. They gave birth to two daughters in succession. The eldest daughter was named Yun and the second daughter was named Dang. Later, they married Xiongnu nobles respectively. Diao Tao Mogao died after 11 years of marriage with Wang Zhaojun. It was the first year of Hongjia in the reign of Emperor Cheng of the Han Dynasty. Wang Zhaojun was already 35 years old, in her prime. She no longer had to worry about marriage and was able to participate in the political activities of the Xiongnu at her leisure. This played a significant role in the communication and reconciliation between the Xiongnu and the Han court. Wang Zhaojun's brother was conferred the title of Marquis by the court and was ordered to go on diplomatic missions to the Xiongnu many times to meet his sister. Wang Zhaojun's two daughters also went to Chang'an and served the Empress Dowager in the palace. The Empress Dowager was the Empress of Emperor Yuan of the Han Dynasty. She had a famous nephew, Wang Mang, who first humbly sought fame and later played a so-called "abdication system" of the Yao, Shun and Yu eras, seized the power of the Western Han Dynasty and established the "New". Unfortunately, the Xiongnu Chanyu believed that "if he was not a descendant of the Liu family, how could he be the emperor?" As a result, the borders were in chaos and disasters were endless.

Seeing the peaceful years she had created destroyed, Wang Zhaojun died in resentment, sadness and despair, and was buried on the south bank of the Dahei River.

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After Zhaojun died, she was buried in the Qingzhong. Of course, this was just a cenotaph. Where she really died and where she was buried remains a mystery.

As for the "Green Tomb", it is rumored that Wang Zhaojun watched the peaceful years she created being destroyed, and died in sorrow and despair. She was buried on the south bank of the Dahei River. It is said that after the autumn, the grass outside the Great Wall turns yellow, but the grass on Wang Zhaojun's tomb is green, so it is called "Green Tomb".

......"

Zhang Wufeng explained bit by bit, and at this moment, the girl's eyes became brighter.

But she didn't know that Zhang Wufeng was shocked at this moment, because "Qingzhong" is the homonym of "qingzhong". Could it be that there has been some legend circulating between them?
"Big brother, you are a very knowledgeable and talented person. You have won Xiaoyan's true respect."

"Well, what was your name?" Zhang Wufeng was slightly stunned.

"Big brother, my name is Xia Xiaoyan." The girl smiled slightly. At this moment, Zhang Wufeng didn't seem to see the dark skin or the face full of pimples, but saw a beautiful fairy.

(End of this chapter)