(thirty-five)
There was a long silence in response to Sunge.
Sun Ge laughed at herself, thinking that she was extremely stupid for asking such meaningless questions.
In the courtyard, the shadows of trees swayed and figures disappeared.
The eldest son of the Qin family...
Qin Hui's eyes were filled with confusion.
The once high-spirited eldest son of the Qin family had been living in a dogfighting camp for decades. His spirit had been worn away by the court in Bianliang, and his backbone had been crushed by the wind and sand in Jinying.
who is he?
Is he the eldest son of the Qin family who has ambitions to serve the country?
Is he that foreign minister who has no official position, no father-in-law, and no wife to like him?
Is he the land ceding envoy who had no choice but to be ashamed of the people and the hopes of his fathers?
Or was he a prisoner of the Jin Dynasty later and a traitor now?
If given another chance, would he choose to stick to being the eldest son of the Qin family?
At this moment, Qin Hui was also asking himself.
He has no answer.
Perhaps, he has never been a person who can firmly believe in his own beliefs and have undying passion.
When he hits a wall, he will want to turn back.
Under power, he will want to surrender.
So what if we do it again?
If he did it again, would his impassioned speech be accepted by Emperors Zhao Ji and Zhao Huan?
If it happens again, will he be able to maintain his integrity and not be afraid of death after being captured?
Won't.
There is no second possibility in his life.
He is a failure, despicable and shameful person.
It's not like he really doesn't know what the world thinks of him.
It's not important anymore, it's not important anymore.
On the verge of death, infinite courage emerges out of thin air.
Anyway, he is an evil person, so he should continue to do evil from beginning to end.
In the quiet night, Qin Hui, with his hair disheveled, smiled like a ghost.
…
The next day, at dawn, Sunge hurried out of the city.
Ten miles outside Lin'an City...
Qin Hui's hiding place really surprised her.
Small bridges, flowing water, white walls and gray tiles.
The elderly Li Qingzhao did not suffer any torture.
The moment he saw Sun Ge, Li Qingzhao frowned slightly. The early winter wind blew up her clothes, making her figure look thinner and weaker, as thin as a piece of paper.
Sunge felt sour in her heart. Sister Zhao, who returned to the boat late after all her fun and strayed into the depths of lotus flowers, became an old woman.
"Have we met somewhere?"
Li Qingzhao's old and cloudy eyes could barely see the face of the person in front of him.
The strange feeling rising in her heart made her subconsciously ask.
Sun Ge suppressed the bitterness in his heart, "It's a one-sided relationship."
There had never been a moment like this when she truly realized that it would not be long before she would have to bury the daughter she had raised with her own hands.
Li Qingzhao's brows wrinkled tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to think of the person in front of him.
But her brain was too slow. Time had eroded not only her healthy body and beautiful face, but also her once proud brain.
"Do you want to go back to the north with me?"
"Go and see Mingshui, Qingzhou and Bianliang."
Sunge didn't get too close, and always kept a proper and polite distance.
Li Qingzhao tilted his head forward slightly, wanting to hear more clearly.
Seeing this, Sunge raised his voice and repeated word for word, "Do you want to follow me back to the north to see Mingshui, Qingzhou, and Bianliang?"
Li Qingzhao's eyes burst out with burning light, and then extinguished in an instant: "I was born in the Song Dynasty, and I will not drop gold."
"It is better not to return than to surrender."
Sunge explained patiently, "If the gold is not dropped, I will not be a lobbyist for the gold people."
"I, I am just an ordinary person in the occupied land who never gave up resistance."
"More than ten years ago, I promised you to take you back."
"Is it you?" Pictures from many years ago appeared in Li Qingzhao's confused mind.
However, the person in the picture is clearly my mother’s face and eyes.
"It's me." Sunge said calmly.
Li Qingzhao looked at his withered hands, which were uglier and more terrifying than dry tree bark, and didn't hesitate much.
In Lin'an, she had no worries or regrets.
After all, the warm wind and drizzle from the south of the Yangtze River could not fill her regret and nostalgia that were outlined by the violent wind and rain in the north.
Throughout this life, we have to make the journey home.
Li Qingzhao never thought that the person in front of her would have any plans for her.
People who can travel freely between the north and the south will not covet what little she has left.
Furthermore, the epigraphy and stone records have been completed, so there is no harm in giving the treasures to others.
In this winter, God showed mercy and heard her request, allowing her to meet a strange but soft-hearted person.
If you can only die, there is nothing to be afraid of.
"good."
While waiting for Li Qingzhao to pack his bags, Sunge also tried his best to explore Lin'an news, trying to encourage some pro-Kim officials to reveal some information to Jin Ting to sow discord.
But before she could make a move, she was held down by Qin Hui's closest subordinates and sent out of the city involuntarily.
"Old sir, my master said he would give his old friend a big gift."
"Of course, your Excellency also said that if the old gentleman doesn't want to leave, he can always enter the city again."
Sunge: Is there something wrong with Qin Hui?
He forcibly sent her and Sister Zhao out of Lin'an, and then reluctantly left a message saying that they could go back in if they didn't want to leave.
Superfluous things are not as bad as Qin Hui's!
Just when Sun Ge wanted to enter the city, the person pulling him said cool words again, "The adults also said that if the old gentleman doesn't leave today, then don't think about leaving again."
Sunge: Threaten her?
The eldest son of the Qin family threatened her?
Well, she was threatened.
In their base camp, how could she possibly stir up a storm even with Sister Zhao, who was unable to walk safely?
Let her go!
Anyway, the attitude of Lin'an court has never been the key to her plans.
The situation of leaving this time was simply not too comfortable.
…
Lin'an City, the wind is blowing.
The chilling chill heralds the coming storm.
The powerful and traitorous Prime Minister Qin Hui also seemed to be suffering from madness.
His words and deeds became more and more absurd and unscrupulous. Regardless of Zhao Gou's objections and suspicions, he repeatedly interfered in military affairs and provoked troubles.
He is constantly testing something, constantly challenging the bottom line of imperial power.
He completely trampled his face under his feet and openly used the power of Jin Ting to intimidate the emperor and his ministers.
Public outrage aroused, and everyone shouted for beatings.
But no one dared to really jump out and confront them head-on.
The anger is real, and the fear of death is also real.
It is a kind of helplessness, a kind of sadness, and a deep fear of power.
A strange silence permeated the Lin'an court where everyone was in danger.
This kind of silence does not make people feel at ease. It is more like the calm before the storm, the sediment before the volcano erupts, which makes people feel deep fear.
In a blink of an eye, winter turns to spring.
Another early summer.
Sunge personally buried Li Qingzhao.
It also completely buried the ties to another world.
Before Sunge could express his feelings, Lin'an and Yanjing were at odds with each other, and the former Shaoxing peace talks were like waste paper.
The opportunity came earlier than she imagined.
Wan Yanliang led his army to invade the south.
The Lin'an court hurriedly formed an army to resist.
It's chaos, north and south, everything is in chaos. (End of chapter)
