The autumn wind is bleak and the fallen leaves are rustling. Standing outside the south gate of Tokyo City, looking around, the Tokyo City Wall is majestic and tall, but it can't hide its dilapidation.
In April of the second year of Jingkang, the Jin army went south to besiege Tokyo City for six months, and finally broke through the largest military fortress in the history of Chinese urban construction. “Every palace and palace has been turned into dirt.” The glorious and magnificent city of Tokyo in the past is gone forever.
The shame of Jingkang is still not over. When will the hatred of the ministers be extinguished?
Standing in front of the former capital of the Northern Song Dynasty, looking at the dilapidated city walls, Zhao Hong couldn't help but think of Yue Wumu's song "All the Rivers Are Red".
Soldiers and common people were coming in and out of the city gates. Most of the people were not wearing hats. The poor people were wearing shabby clothes, unkempt hair, and different costumes. Han and Hu were mixed together. It was already outside the border city.
Turning his eyes to the bumpy official roads and dilapidated city walls, Zhao Hong secretly shook his head.
A hundred years ago, the enchanting atmosphere that Tokyo once had can never come back.
"It's starting to get cold, hurry up and get into town!"
Two men passed by Zhao Hong and others, chatting while walking.
"After entering the city, we went to finish the mutton stew. How about you treat me?"
A tall, fat man said.
"Shall I treat you? I'm still waiting for someone to treat me!"
The thin man wrapped himself in clothes and grimaced.
"You kid, you are so stingy! Let me treat you, so as not to be nagging your wife!"
The tall, fat man laughed and hugged the thin man's fragile shoulders.
"Are these good brothers?"
The thin man laughed loudly and hugged his companion's fat waist.
And soon passed Zhao Hong and others, heading towards the city gate.
"These two people are obviously Han, so why do they have Jurchen hair? And what they are wearing... ugh!"
Zhu Duanchang, deputy envoy of the Song Dynasty and minister of the Ministry of Quan and Rites, looked at the backs of the two men, obviously very shocked.
"Xiangong Zhu, what's all the fuss about? We've all heard and seen that time has changed, the Jin people have become Han people, and the Jin country has become China. If you look at it this way, it's not surprising how they dress."
Li Tang's tone was full of helplessness and disappointment, as well as a hint of unwillingness.
Haircut means shaving part or all of the hair on the top of the head, leaving only some hair on the temples or forehead. The two men were wearing narrow short jackets with left lapels, both of which were Jurchen clothes.
As the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty, Tokyo was deeply influenced by Confucian culture, but the Han people abandoned their original clothes and buns. No wonder Zhu Duanchang was surprised.
The Jin soldiers guarding him along the way stayed away. The accompanying Jin soldiers generals went into the city to report, but they did not come out for a long time.
Zhao Hong shook his head secretly. This efficiency shows the slackness and corruption in government affairs.
"How can you blame the people if you are not living up to your expectations and have suffered successive military defeats? The scholar-bureaucrats are well treated by the court, but the common people have nothing!"
Li Tang, who was the chief of guard of the Song Dynasty mission, said coldly.
The Song Dynasty moved south for nearly a hundred years, and even the survivors of Jindi who were born during the two Song Dynasties have passed away. It is natural that these young people from Jindi regard their birthplace as their country and have little affection for the Southern Song Dynasty.
The same is true for those born in the Song Dynasty. Xin Qiji, Lu You and others were impassioned and worked hard to restore the Central Plains. As for those who were born later, such as Shi Miyuan and Wei Liaoweng, their feelings were much colder.
Zhu Duanchang blushed and wanted to refute Li Tang, but Zhao Hong was at the side and could not get angry, so he had to say angrily.
"Lu Fangweng's poem said that the survivors shed tears in the dust, and looked south to the king's army for another year. These unworthy descendants have long forgotten that they are descendants of China!"
Zhao Hong looked at him and couldn't help but smile.
"Zhu Gong, there is no need for you to worry. If I, the King of the Song Dynasty, go north and restore the Central Plains, in less than ten years, the whole world will be Han-style. Even those two men just now will find their hair ugly. I'm afraid they I can’t even get a wife.”
Zhu Duanchang was startled, then smiled and shook his head.
"Your Highness, how can it be so easy! In the Gaozong Dynasty, there were ministers of restoration, but there were no ministers of restoration; in the Xiaozong Dynasty, there were ministers of restoration, but there were no ministers of restoration. Yuanjia hastily sealed the wolf as a minor, and won a hasty visit to the north. In this dynasty, , there is neither a restored king nor a restored minister. How difficult it is!"
Zhao Hong appreciated Li Tang's words and nodded slightly.
Zhao Kuo, an official of the Song Dynasty, blindly practiced Taoism and had few desires; the powerful Prime Minister Shi Miyuan was determined to seek peace. From the fact that he overturned the case of Qin Hui, the traitor of the peace faction, and tried every means to appease the great warlord Li Quan, we can know his intention.
It's such a pity that Meng Gong, Yu Jie, Cao Youwen and other famous generals of the Southern Song Dynasty were determined to kill the enemy but were unable to save their lives.
However, the guards like Li Tang were quite passionate.
"Your Highness, tell me, can the Song Dynasty restore the Central Plains?"
Zhang Hong put away his smile and asked cautiously.
"If the people of the Song Dynasty have the style of the Han and Tang Dynasties, and they are united, not to mention the Central Plains, it is not impossible for the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun, the land of Hexi, and the Western Regions to be conquered."
Zhao Hong said slowly, with no change in expression on his face.
There are 670 million people in the Song Dynasty. If they can work together as one, why should they be afraid of the Mongolian cavalry?
Those cowards in later generations who said that Genghis Khan could not defeat them had soft bones and could not stand up. Of course they were pessimistic.
Kings and scholar-bureaucrats can change all this unless they ascend the throne.
"If His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can successfully ascend the throne in the future and restore the glory of the Song Dynasty, Han Dynasty and Tang Dynasty, there will be hope for the Song Dynasty."
As expected, Zhu Duanchang sighed, which made Li Tang's face darken and he was speechless for a moment.
Even though he is the crown prince of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Hong is still in a difficult situation. It is not yet known whether he can become an official of the Song Dynasty.
"Your Highness, since entering the Golden Realm, along the way, I have remembered a famous saying by Your Highness, and I can't help but regret it!"
Zhang Hong said it with a smile.
Entering Henan from the Huai River, the misery and misery he saw along the way were no better than those in the Huaidong Song Dynasty, which made him feel inexplicably happy.
"That sentence?"
Zhao Hong was stunned. I have so many mantras, who knows which one they are.
Those who are close to vermillion are red, and those who are close to ink are dark. These guards were originally simple young men, but they were all led astray by themselves.
There is also the fat little Zheng Tu from Kuaiji Mountain Tiefang who talks about "I will go" and "I will take the test" all day long, and is completely black.
"You will die if you don't do it!"
Zhang Hong laughed and said.
"The only thing left in ruins is a huge place like Henan. The people are like beggars, and their lives are worse than dogs. It's really hard to live without death!"
There were no outsiders around, Hu Datou echoed loudly.
"You know how to gloat about misfortune! Pigs laugh and crows are black! Is the Song Dynasty stronger than the Jin Dynasty?"
Li Tang scolded the two brothers with a dark face.
Zhang Hong and Hu Datou quickly put away their playful smiles, while Zhao Hong was thoughtful.
The Jin people suffered for themselves and were driven to the south of the Yellow River. The Southern Song Dynasty court was in disarray, so why not?
Even a prime minister can be superior to the emperor, dare to kill ministers and usurp the emperor. Isn't this kind of court truly free from death?
"The officials of the Jin Kingdom are really bullshit. It's been so long since they went in to report, why haven't they come out to greet them?"
Li Tang saw Zhao Hong lowering his head and thinking, and seemed to be a little disappointed. His face darkened and he shouted.
Zhu Duanchang was also secretly puzzled. Envoys from the country come to visit, and the prince of the country comes to the city in batches to report. Is this necessary? Does it take more than half an hour?
"Your Highness, how about we go back? Do you really think you care about them?"
Hu Datou shouted dissatisfied.
The etiquette between countries, and besides, the prince of the Song Dynasty came, how could he be so arrogant?
Zhu Duanchang shook his head secretly. These guards of Zhao Hong were loyal to Zhao Hong, but they were also arrogant.
"The Song and Jin Dynasties have been attacking for many years, and the Jin people have more victories and fewer losses. Of course the Jin people will deliberately neglect me, the Song people."
As soon as Zhang Hong finished speaking, he saw many golden knights riding out from the south gate of Tokyo City, with banners waving, and there were chariots behind them.
"finally come!"
Li Tang's face darkened. Is this a show of force from the Jin man?
If you don't do it, you will die! Is the Jin man doing this again?
A group of Jin officials rode horses from a distance, followed by carriages. The leader, Zhang Tiangang, saluted Zhao Hong and others with a smile on his face.
"His Royal Highness, you are well. We meet again."
A prince and a minister of rites, the specifications of the Song Dynasty's mission were also full of sincerity.
"Ms. Zhang, you are so late!"
Before Zhao Hong could speak, Zhu Duanchang had already criticized him unceremoniously.
These scholar-bureaucrats in the Southern Song Dynasty had a typical literati character and valued etiquette and regulations more than anything else. Since the Jin people were so negligent, he naturally wanted to vent his anger to show the dignity of the Song Dynasty.
"His Royal Highness, Your Majesty, everyone, it's hard to say anything. Let's talk as we walk."
Zhang Tiangang smiled bitterly and invited Zhao Hong to board the carriage.
"Mr. Zhang, no need, just ride a horse."
Zhao Hong was not angry at all. He asked Zhang Tiangang and others to lead the way and followed them forward.
Zhu Duanchang had no choice but to endure the pain in his hip and continue riding.
A group of people passed the city gate. Although the soldiers guarding the city tried to straighten their backs, their faces were either childish or gentle and fair. At first glance, they were not warriors who had experienced hundreds of battles.
It is not difficult to see that most of the elite frontier troops of the Jin Army have been killed or wounded.
Looking at the river in the city, there were many huge rocks with strange shapes and jagged shapes. After Zhu Duanchang reminded him, Zhao Hong knew that these were the flower and stone outlines that Song Huizong spent countless people to transport during the Jingkang Disgrace. During the Jingkang Disgrace, Emperor Qinzong of the Song Dynasty demolished Gen Yue, and the demolished boulders were used by the Song army as artillery stones.
Who pitied the stone in the Leilei River and once went to the Long Live the King Mountain?
Gen Yue was demolished, but it failed to prevent the Jin army from breaking through the city, losing half of the country, and almost annihilating the country.
Can a thin golden body bring back the lives of thousands of people in the Song Dynasty?
"Ms. Zhang, you came so late. Is there something that delayed you?"
Zhao Hong and Zhang Tiangang asked softly as they rode on horseback.
"Your Majesty, you don't know. There are wars and peaces with the Song Dynasty in the imperial court. The emperor invited you to attend the birthday banquet. Many arrogant soldiers in the imperial court are complaining. When I left the city, I was blocked by those warriors. In the city, we had to drink tea and talk loudly. The old minister had no choice but to go back to the palace to ask for orders from His Majesty, which was why it was too late."
Zhang Tiangang looked embarrassed and told the truth.
When Wanyan Shouxu came to the throne, he intended to join forces with the Southern Song Dynasty to defend Mongolia in order to prevent Mongolia from detouring to attack the rear of the Jin Kingdom. Unfortunately, the ministers in the DPRK thought this was shameful and blocked it, and the Southern Song Dynasty was not very enthusiastic, so this matter never happened. OK.
This time when Zhao Hong went to Jin as an envoy, many generals in the court looked down upon him and complained about Zhao Hong's coming to Jin. They did not dare to complain directly to the emperor, so they could only resort to underhanded tactics halfway.
"Xiangong Zhang, it seems that even though you are the emperor, you also have many worries. It is the same in Song and Jin Dynasties!"
The Jin people's contempt for the Song people is obvious. The kings of both countries were dominated by their ministers, and their imperial power was weak. They faced many disadvantages in the face of the Mongolian cavalry, which was eyeing them.
Although the Jin Emperor had much greater freedom, and the Jin Kingdom did not have a domineering prime minister like Shi Miyuan, in history, the Jin Emperor Wanyan Shouxu was held hostage by his ministers. It has to be said that the Jin Kingdom had many problems.
"Your Highness, a person like Shi Miyuan will never appear in this dynasty."
Zhang Tiangang said it lightly, intentionally or unintentionally.
"Mr. Zhang, I am speaking out of my feelings, without any sarcasm. You are overreacting. Emperor Jin is ambitious and seems to be working hard to succeed."
Zhao Hong smiled slightly and rode into Kaifeng City.
Talking about these boring topics makes me feel bored.
