(thirty-nine)
People in later generations said that it was so sad that Xin Qiji was not born at the right time, so she created a situation for Xin Qiji to show his ambition.
It was said that the Southern Song Dynasty and the world could not support people like Xin Qiji and Yue Fei, so she would make the bones of the world harden.
Her grandson should not have lit a candle and caressed the sword while drunk and had a passionate and sad dream.
Her grandson should be a high-spirited young general with bright clothes and angry horses, and should not be a pitiful old man who grew up in vain.
"While I'm still alive, he should be as high as the sky and let the birds fly."
"If I die, he can also be the young emperor who conquers the world personally."
She wanted to help Xin Qiji realize the saying that writing can bring peace to the world with his pen, and martial arts can conquer the world on horseback.
"Of course, if he died, he would have died on the battlefield in his dream, so there is nothing to regret."
If given a choice, Xin Qiji would definitely not choose a long life of depression and frustration.
A dream to regain the mountains and rivers has lasted for decades.
When his hair is gray and there are orders from the court, he is still willing to go to the battlefield.
"General Yue, Qiji's life should be his own choice."
"Just like General Yue, he knows that on the battlefield, swords have no eyes, and horses and leather are the norm, but he still chooses to defend his family and country with thrilling blood on the battlefield."
"Qiji has ambitions and pursuits that are no less than those of General Yue."
"I will be Qiji's support, not a prison that shackles him."
"If I break Qiji's wings with my own hands, then the purpose of my coming here will be gone."
"The young general's sword should show its sharpness on the battlefield, otherwise we wouldn't call him a young general."
Yue Fei frowned and thought for a while, then smiled bitterly, "The older I get, the more I look forward and backward, and I lose the heroic spirit that I had in my prime."
"Mr. made you laugh."
Sunge shook his head and handed Yue Fei a cup of tea, "The general's words are wrong."
"The general's heroic spirit has never lost its sharpness due to the defeat of more than ten years, nor has it disappeared with age. On the contrary, it has become thicker and more powerful."
"The general is worried about Qiji's safety. He is not looking forward or backward, but subconsciously keeps the future of hundreds of thousands of lives and the future of the Han family in his heart."
"This is a pride that ordinary people cannot have."
"It is my great fortune to have the general help me."
"Qi Ji can be remembered by the general, which is also Qi Ji's blessing."
"Whether the general believes it or not, in my heart, the general has always been a well-deserved hero."
This is Yue Fei.
Yue Fei drank all the tea in the cup. Outside the window was the biting wind and snow, but inside the window was a burning passion.
Some people live a lifetime and remain heroes throughout their lives.
Regardless of the length of life, as long as you are alive, you will stick to yourself and have a clear conscience.
Yue Fei was like this, Xin Qiji was like this.
If Yue Fei in history had escaped the life and death of Feng Bo Pavilion, he would have become friends with Xin Qiji who returned to the south and longed to regain his lost land.
Because of her presence, Wang Nian became an uncle and nephew.
It can be regarded as perfection in another sense.
"Listening to Mr. Wang's words is like drinking a hearty bowl of wine. My blood is boiling. I wish I could put on my armor and go into battle right now."
"Of course, it would be better if I could listen to those words while drinking wine brewed by my husband."
Sun Ge rolled his eyes at Yue Fei angrily and served him tea smoothly. "You're old enough, it's good to have tea."
"Of course, if I, an old man like me, are still alive on the day when we completely regain the lost territory and unify China, I will have to drink with you for the life of me."
"If I, an old man, cannot survive that time, I will have to ask General Yue to offer me wine in front of my grave and tell my spirit in heaven."
"However, even without me, as long as that day comes, the general will not lack people to drink with."
"This is the common long-cherished wish of countless people with lofty ideals." Yue Fei did not say any auspicious words about longevity.
Being able to live into one's sixties or seventies without any disease or pain is already beyond the reach of many people.
"I won't forget to tell you."
Yue Fei picked up the tea cup and touched it lightly.
The next day.
The wind and snow stopped.
The war horn sounded to recapture the Central Plains vigorously.
Sunge was in charge of the camp, collecting information from all parties, and issuing orders one after another.
As she expected, neither Jin Ting nor the Southern Song Dynasty cared about her rebel army.
It’s not that no one had the foresight to propose a unified approach to the outside world first, but Wan Yanliang was blinded by hatred and humiliation, while the clan members of the Southern Song Dynasty were dazzled by the powerful throne, and they all tried their best to hold the throne in their hands first. .
There is quite a bit of stubbornness that must be settled within before fighting outside.
This situation just facilitated Sunge's rebel army.
With no shortage of food, grass, or armor, and with the support of the people in the lost land, the rebel army marched forward with great momentum.
The good news that keeps coming back can even dispel the coldness of winter.
The people in the lost land are looking forward to the arrival of a new day. They no longer need to be subject to the heavy taxes and servitude of the Jin Dynasty, and they no longer need to be wantonly slaughtered without dignity and protection.
The speed of this battle to recover was so fast that Sunge was speechless.
North of the Yangtze River, most of the land that originally belonged to the Northern Song Dynasty has been recovered.
New Year's Eve.
With the sound of people and the sound of firecrackers, every household lit up lights and used candlelight and firecrackers to bid farewell to decades of humiliation, dispel the haze of the past and welcome the dawn of the new year.
Red paper is festively posted in front of the door, and New Year pictures are pasted on the door frame to prevent evil spirits from invading. This is of great significance to the people who were in a lost place, abandoned by the Southern Song Dynasty court and enslaved by the Jin people.
It’s the New Year, but it’s not just the New Year.
When the New Year comes, they can also stand upright and behave openly.
The potholes on the city walls are like traces of time, telling the vicissitudes of history. And those dried bloodstains are more like medals left by the martyrs who fought and died for it, witnessing their bravery and fearlessness, and the spirit of this great nation.
Their resistance and unyielding were like beacons before dawn, lighting up the dark night sky.
New year.
Sunge became emperor.
The country's name is still Song Dynasty.
Her Song Dynasty is by no means the Northern Song Dynasty that surrendered the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun and was invaded by the Liao and Jin Dynasties successively.
Her Song Dynasty is by no means the Southern Song Dynasty, which suffered great humiliation and had no thought of self-improvement but settled in a corner, and whose bones were softened by the warm wind singing and dancing.
Dynasties can change.
But the person who replaced her dynasty was definitely not from the dark and bloody period in history books that caused catastrophe to the Chinese nation.
The descendants of the clan in Lin'an in the Southern Song Dynasty were panicked.
So what does it mean if they fight over each other and no one is convinced by the other?
They also wanted to send envoys to recruit the rebels and strengthen their own strength.
But now that the envoys haven't been sent out yet, they are unlikely to take a fancy to Jianguo, the rebel army.
Isn't that national title really mocking the royal children of Zhao and Song?
Queen Mother Wei and Queen Wu were also dumbfounded.
After all the fuss, are they no longer orthodox?
Any change of country name would not be so unacceptable.
