(forty)
She thought that there would always be slight changes.
But she forgot that in this world, limited by her original identity, what she could do was really insignificant.
It's ridiculous to think that an earthworm shakes a tree.
No, maybe even if she changes her identity, she won't be able to save the world.
She may end up like a teacher with countless worries and regrets.
Perhaps, like Li Gang, she would be disgusted by Emperor Huiqin and exclude her from the capital.
Of course, there is also a possibility that she will rebel!
She stood on the opposite side of countless loyal and patriotic people in the world, and became a rebellious minister and traitor who was criticized verbally and written down in history books.
But no matter what it is, it's just one more person's regret.
A single person can never truly change history.
The driving force of history is always driven by the joint efforts of tens of millions of people.
This kind of understanding, although decadent, is the truth.
After wasting decades in this world, she admitted that she could not turn her hands into clouds and rain like in the storybook.
Sunge smiled bitterly and left Bianliang City, which had gone through many hardships and was about to suffer humiliation.
Thousands of years later, how many people will remember the soldiers who shed blood for this city, and how many will remember the ambition and pride buried in this city.
Very few!
The disgrace of Jingkang, a scandal that has spread throughout the world, will be featured in history books, and will be mentioned repeatedly by future generations.
Sunge left Bianliang without any further hesitation.
The capture of Bianliang by the Jin soldiers meant that the iron hooves of the Jin people were about to set foot in various states and counties of the Song Dynasty. The war continued, no one could avoid it, and there was no way to avoid it.
I stayed in Bianliang for nearly a year!
I witnessed scenes that were either heavy and tragic, tragic or heartbreaking, or ridiculous and stupid.
These pictures will eventually become faint words in history books.
The Northern Song Dynasty died!
She had to go back to Laizhou to see Sister Zhao, and to Mingshui to see Aunt Ning.
It’s been too long since I last saw you, and I don’t know if Aunt Ning is okay.
Take care of your sister, she is a person with a long life, she is not worried.
But there is no record of Aunt Ning in the history books, as if she never existed.
What if the aunt Ning who planted trees for her, fed her wine, and guarded her tomb during these days when she was left in Bianliang by the Qin family's eldest husband, also left?
Thinking of this, Sunge walked non-stop and hummed.
Aunt Ning, who is guarding the tomb in Mingshui, has often felt that the leaves of this tree fall too slowly for more than half a year.
She would rather be like before, the paper money couldn't be burned, the leaves were falling off, but at least she could still have the psychological comfort of having her wife by her side.
Just as Aunt Ning was burning paper money and sighing and crying, Sunge rushed back and sat on her grave.
After taking a short rest, Sunge raised his hand, opened his mouth, inhaled, and then blew into the two pine trees.
The pine tree leaves fell to the ground!
Pine Tree: I provoked whomever! unlucky!
Aunt Ning, who was secretly wiping away tears, suddenly lit up her eyes, threw the paper money in, and happily picked up the broom to sweep the fallen leaves.
Her waist no longer hurts, her legs no longer hurt, and she can work again!
Sunge, who was sitting on the grave, looked at Aunt Ning, who was gradually stooping, and smiled with her eyes slightly moist.
Just be alive.
In troubled times, human life is like a rotten dog.
Living is very valuable.
However, neither Mingshui nor Qingzhou is safe anymore.
In 1127 AD, in February of the second year of Jingkang, Song Huizong and Song Qinzong were deposed as common people. The marshal of the Jin army intended to establish someone with a different surname as emperor and subvert the Zhao family.
In March of the same year, Zhang Bangchang was established as the puppet emperor of Chu and his capital was Jinling.
However, this puppet Chu regime only existed for a month.
Even though Emperor Huiqin was so absurd, the soldiers and civilians of the Northern Song Dynasty still defended the Zhao family's reputation.
Immediately afterwards, all the princes, ministers, emperors, princes, concubines, concubines, and wives of the Northern Song Dynasty were escorted northward by the Jin soldiers. Countless people were humiliated, and countless others committed suicide due to the humiliation.
In May, King Kang Zhao Gouda moved to Yingtian Mansion, ascended the throne under the designation of Queen Meng of Yuanyou, changed Yuan Dynasty to Jianyan, and established the Southern Song Dynasty.
This seems to be a new starting point.
Under the flames of war, Zhao Mingcheng and Li Qingzhao in Laizhou decided to take Aunt Ning and Qingzhou Zang to go south to avoid disaster.
Li Qingzhao sent a reliable person to Mingshui to pick up Aunt Ning, and she and Zhao Mingcheng returned to Qingzhou to pack up their belongings.
Aunt Ning looked at the two pine trees with reluctance.
Sun Ge was urging silently from the side, go quickly, go quickly, it will be too late if you don't go.
Aunt Ning grabbed a handful of pine leaves from the ground, put them into the sachet she wore with her, and rushed to Qingzhou with the others.
Sunge breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, Sister Zhao has some destiny in her, and she feels relieved when Aunt Ning is with Sister Zhao.
However, she may not be able to travel with Sister Zhao and Aunt Ning.
As for Brother Hao, it can be regarded as a fool's luck. He settled in Lin'an early by accident and was temporarily away from the influence of the war.
This year, Sister Zhao is forty-four years old.
Sunge was already very relieved about Li Qingzhao, a person with a strong and determined heart who could redeem himself at any time.
Even though the outside world is miserable, Sister Zhao will still be full of vitality in her heart.
In December 1127, Qingzhou fell.
At this time, Sister Zhao and her party had just left Qingzhou less than a month ago.
Sunge, who was wandering around Mingshui and Qingzhou like a wandering spirit, saw many poor people trying to escape the war and trying to move south, but they fell on the roadside and were eaten by vicious dogs and crows.
I also saw that after the Jin soldiers captured Qingzhou, mourning was everywhere, and the air was filled with thick blood.
It turns out that densely populated states and counties are like ghosts.
The people are prosperous and suffer.
If they die, the people will suffer.
At any time, it is the people at the bottom who have endured the most suffering.
To this day, they still don't know who to blame.
Full of grievances and hatred, with nowhere to vent.
Nowadays, what Sunge does most is to recite the mantra of death on the walls of the prefectures and counties where she can wander.
She didn't know if it would be useful, but no matter how much, she couldn't do it.
If the city wall had spirit, it would be heartbreaking to see the people it had been guarding for hundreds of years being killed by the cavalry's butcher's knives.
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In the late spring of 1128 AD, Zhao Jie'er and her party went through twists and turns, wandered around, traveled by land, traveled by water, crossed the Huaihe River, and crossed the Yangtze River, and finally arrived in Jiangning safely without any danger.
At this time, Song Gaozong Zhao Gou appointed Zhao Mingcheng as the prefect of Jiangning.
True to his name, he is the most powerful person in Jiangning.
The war is raging, and having family by your side is already a blessing among misfortunes.
The peaceful days lasted only a year, but Wang, the ruler of the royal camp, also rebelled, causing a riot in Jiangning. Zhao Mingcheng did not abandon the city overnight as in the plot, ignoring his wife and the people. Instead, he held a sharp sword and worked with his subordinates to pacify Jiangning. of rebellion.
This is the result of those three years.
After a night of riots, at dawn, Li Qingzhao looked at Zhao Mingcheng, whose cheeks were dark and stained with blood, and tears filled his eyes.
Zhao Mingcheng, who is nearly fifty years old, is Li Qingzhao’s hero.
Zhao Mingcheng did not make her regret the choice she made decades ago.
