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Awakening the bright moon one day, it shines on me full of ice and snow, and the mighty rivers flow.
——Xin Qiji
In early summer, the sky is as blue as water.
Sun Ge opened his eyes again and saw rows of wooden bookshelves. The bookshelves were densely packed and neatly filled with various books.
Hanging on the wall are landscape paintings with only a few strokes of outline. Among all the landscape paintings, the map that is hidden deep in the corner and cannot be seen from the sky is so out of place that people can't take their eyes away.
The map is yellow with age, and there are old and new lines on it.
It's like someone is making this map more detailed and accurate day after day, year after year, with full of grief, anger and enthusiasm.
The incense burner in front of the study table was empty, and there was no faint fragrance.
There are only two big characters on the rice paper that have not yet dried, "Qiji".
Sunge's heart skipped a beat, and he had a basic understanding of the era he was living in.
Southern Song Dynasty.
In Zhao Jie'er's world, she witnessed with her own eyes the smoke and smoke of the war under the disgrace of Jingkang, and the tragedy was everywhere.
Now, I'm afraid it will be connected.
My heart suddenly became heavy.
She did not dress like Xin Qiji, who patted the railings all over and no one would recognize him. He was so generous and sad and heroic all his life.
In this world, she is Xin Zan.
Xin Qiji's grandfather.
There are not many colorful traces left in the history books.
Dragging their families with them, they were unable to evacuate to the south in time.
In order to maintain the livelihood of his family, he had no choice but to continue to make a living as an official in the land occupied by the Jin people. He tried every means to survive in this troubled world with constant war and precariousness, and accumulated strength to serve the Song Dynasty.
Living in a place of ruin, he was ridiculed by the Southern Song Dynasty court as a prisoner, but he did not dare to forget where he came from and his roots for a moment.
Most of Xin Zan's few inscriptions rely on raising his grandson Xin Qiji who amazes all living beings.
If it were not for Xin Qiji, the thin history books might be stingy about recording this name.
Xin Qiji is not only a poet as famous as Su Shi in the world of poetry, but also a young general eager to fight on the battlefield.
A hero among men, a dragon among poets.
Throughout his life, Xin Qiji worked hard to regain lost territory, conquer the Central Plains, and unify the mountains and rivers.
This is an ideal that he persisted in for his whole life and never regretted it even after nine deaths.
If Xin Qiji was allowed to choose, he might be more willing to be a general leading troops north.
If you are born at the wrong time, your country will be lost.
He has practiced martial arts and literature since he was a child. Under the influence of his grandfather and the guidance of famous teachers, he became good at both martial arts and martial arts.
At the age of fifteen, he was selected in the provincial examination. In the name of scientific examination, he went to Yanjing, the capital of the Jin Kingdom, twice to collect intelligence and survey the mountains and rivers.
At the age of twenty-two, he summoned two thousand rebel troops and defected to Geng Jing. He made a three-day oath to kill the monk Yi Duan who stole the seal with one sword. Before his death, monk Yi Duan begged for mercy, "I know the truth about you, you are Qingsi."
At the age of twenty-three, he led fifty cavalrymen to attack the Jin camp in Jezhou at night, captured the rebel general Zhang Anguo alive among fifty thousand people, and fled away.
Just looking at the first twenty-three years of Xin Qiji's life, he looks like the invincible and brave male protagonist of Shuangwen, and it seems that we can get a glimpse of this life that is like cheating.
However, Shuangwen ended abruptly at the age of twenty-three.
Xin Qiji, who returned to the Song Dynasty, went through three emperors, but was never reused. He wrote "Ten Essays on Meiqin" and "Nine Discussions", but they were not accepted. He was rejected and attacked, and he moved around several places and stayed away from military affairs.
Perhaps the court of the Southern Song Dynasty never had the determination to look north, and Xin Qiji's lifelong ideals seemed to be only expressed in his poems.
When I was drunk, I read the sword by burning the lamp, and I dreamed of blowing the trumpet company.
Eight hundred miles away, the troops under his command are burning, the sound of fifty-stringed strings turning outside the Great Wall, and the troops on the battlefield being ordered in autumn.
The horse's movements are swift, and the bow's bow is as frightening as a thunderbolt.
Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win the reputation during and after death.
Misfortune happens in vain!
This is written to Chen Liang and Chen Tongfu, as well as to himself.
But he exchanged ten thousand words of military strategy for his boss's tree-planting book.
This is Xin Qiji's life full of troubles and regrets.
Sun Ge raised his eyebrows and sighed, "Ambition is hard to achieve" is often just a word written lightly on the test paper when I was a student, but in fact it is a person's life that is difficult to endure.
Disappointed every time, no regrets every time.
His passion for serving the country never faded until his death.
Xin Qiji is like this.
Too many people do.
Sun Ge stretched out his hand and gently touched the word "Qiji" on the rice paper. The ink stained on his fingertips was like the dark clouds and shame that enveloped the people of the Song Dynasty.
The Southern Song Dynasty court failed too many people with lofty ideals to serve the country.
There is a Zongze who crossed the river three times and passed away forever. His bright eyes can compete with the sun and the moon for glory.
There is the immortal and loyal soul Yue Fei who left behind Tianri Zhaozhao and Tianri Zhaozhao’s last masterpiece.
There was Xin Qiji, a hero of the generation who shouted before his death: "Kill the thieves, kill the thieves."
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What about the kings of the Southern Song Dynasty?
In a corner of peace, singing and dancing flourished, and Hangzhou was called Bianzhou.
Lin'an, Lin'an, the temporary peace made the kings of the Southern Song Dynasty indulge in it.
Forget the shame of the past, forget the people who were trapped in the Central Plains and still struggled hard without the imperial court looking north.
The crisp wind and soft rain in the south of the Yangtze River have become a fig leaf for the monarch and his ministers.
How ridiculous and absurd.
Xin Zan poured his accumulated ideals and beliefs into Xin Qiji.
I hope that Xin Qiji can drive out the foreigners and restore peace to the Central Plains.
It is a pity that Xin Zan worried about the Song Dynasty until his death, and Xin Qiji could not fulfill his lifelong ambition.
The decades-long cherished wish of grandfather and grandson finally came to nothing.
She is coming.
But what should she do?
You can never wake up a dynasty that is pretending to be asleep.
Is it possible that she also became one of the people who risked their lives and died generously?
No, heroes in this era have enough troubles.
For her to become a hero again is just to add a crime to the name of the king and the minister, which will be of no benefit to the country and the people.
The monarchs and ministers of Lin'an could not see the endless struggles in the Central Plains and the tragedies of corpses everywhere; they could not smell the smoke of the beacon fires and the bloody blood after the Jin people massacred the city; they could not imagine the despair and suffering when the beacon fires were extinguished, the horns were whimpering silently, and the people were extinct.
Xin Zan can see it.
She can see it.
Xin Qiji could see it.
Thousands of ordinary people like them who have never given up the fight can see it.
If you don't have swords, guns, swords and halberds, just use hoes and spatulas.
The people who were born and raised in this land are also eagerly looking forward to Wang Shi's journey to the Central Plains.
Therefore, they are all fighting against foreigners in their own way.
The result was unsatisfactory.
Foolish and loyal heroes cannot change this situation, nor can they save the people from misery.
She is not a hero and cannot be one.
She never wanted to experience the helpless feeling in Sister Zhao's world where she could only watch and be unable to change.
As it happens, she is now Xinzan.
Xin Zan's thoughts were the same as hers.
Xin Qiji, who will be raised by her to carry out Xin Zan's legacy, should be like this.
After all, how many separations have there been in China?
No one cares about the car of sweat, blood and salt, and collects the bones of a horse thousands of miles away.
The main road is cut off and the river is cut off.
Try your hand and mend the cracks in the sky.
Then let her start the wind that mends the sky.
Anyway, her current status happens to be a little powerful.
It was very difficult to write the beginning of this chapter of this story. I spent two and a half three hours stumbling over the two thousand words. My back ached while sitting at the computer.
Sometimes I wonder if it’s worth a few dollars to waste so much energy and time in exchange for dozens of subscriptions.
But every time I write the story I want to write, the sense of accomplishment and joy makes me feel that it is worth it.
I hope, I hope the results of my future books will be slightly better.
(End of chapter)
