Jinling Martial Arts Lecture Hall, Humble Administrator's Garden, midsummer night, dead of night.
There was no light on in the imperial study, and the room was pitch dark. Zhao Hong sat on a chair, closing his eyes and meditating in the darkness.
Haihe and I are separated, and we live and die for thirty autumns.
Today I shed a few tears and went up to the south tower of the post alone.
In recent days, he has been particularly attached to his relatives in that life. He also knew that under the pressure of life, many of them did not really love him that way, but they still had more or less tenderness.
Now, he seems to be lacking these warmth, the flavor that makes his life feel warm.
Now he is alone, without friends, relatives, or even a lover.
Ever since he sat on the throne of the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, he was destined to live a lonely life.
He also tried to have a drink and talk with Tian Yi, Xu Liang and others, trying to express his heart and soul, but he found that they were already his ministers, shrouded in clouds and mist, full of awe, and they could only speak three points, and they could no longer return to the past.
Perhaps this was the emperor's helplessness.
His women are of all kinds and have their own thoughts.
Zhou Xiuniang is gentle and gentle, a peacemaker who won't offend anyone. Their lives are too dull, they treat each other as guests, but they lack the feeling of being connected.
Cuizhu is a simple-minded Xiaojiabiyu who is content with being a rich man. Being a silly sister seems to be more acceptable to him.
Jia Sijin is good at dancing, considerate, and sticks to his duties. Although he has some small thoughts, it seems to be human nature.
Jia Sijin...
Zhao Hong couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart.
Jia Sijin died due to cardiac arrest when she was giving birth to her child. He hurried back to Lin'an City, but did not get to see her for the last time. The imperial doctors tried their best but could not save him. Jia Sijin has already given birth to a child. It is most likely not a dystocia, but a heart problem.
Historically, Concubine Jia entered the palace as concubine Zhao Yun of Lizong of the Song Dynasty, and she died at a young age. I don’t know if it’s because of heart disease.
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams. Jia Sijin's life was as short as a meteor, which made him sigh with emotion.
Is this tender harem concubine happy?
As for Yang Yi, he went back to the palace after he was separated. After taking some money, he returned to the Yang family in Xiaoshan. The two of them had gone their separate ways, each settling on his own destiny, and he no longer had the mood to reunite.
Li Weiming was unhappy because the Song Dynasty annexed Xixia, and he and Zhao Hong were strangers. He didn't know where he went after they left, and Zhao Hong didn't bother to ask.
As an emperor, life is too short. He doesn't have time to think so much. He has his things to do and his responsibilities as an emperor.
As for Wan Yanchun, his first crush, the moment he accused him, he already had a grudge in his heart.
As a Han Chinese, and as the emperor of tens of thousands of Han people, he wanted to restore the Han people's past glory and lead the Han people towards a prosperous country and a strong people. Is he wrong?
After returning to Jinling from Lin'an City, Zhao Hong was alone, and Wan Yanchun did not live with Zhao Hong. This may be a tacit understanding between the two. Without passion, the two of them have their own plans. This kind of life makes people sad, helpless, and boring.
When he returned to rationality, he realized how superficial and absurd he was, judging people by their appearance, and blinding them with lust.
Only his children can still give him some warmth and make him feel that he is still a human being of flesh and blood. But in a few years, when they grow up, he may have to return to his original state of being alone.
Life is inherently lonely, birth, old age, illness and death are the natural cycle of reincarnation, so why should we take it too seriously?
While his personal emotional life was in a mess, his political influence in the Song Dynasty, his political career, and his reputation at home and abroad seemed to have reached an unprecedented peak.
The Battle of Guanzhong broke the myth that the Mongolian army was invincible in field battles, and also made his military abilities mythical, eclipsing all famous generals and ministers.
His poems are read by thousands of young people, and his legendary stories are familiar to young soldiers and students. He is praised by them as the "savior" of the Song Dynasty and the "one emperor through the ages". Although he has not completely eradicated poverty, in some places The people are still eating chaff and drinking water.
He led the Song Dynasty on the road to becoming a powerful country, and was respected by overseas countries. All the foreigners were convinced, and all nations came to court. The Song Dynasty was at its peak, and he became the king of gods that all countries looked up to.
There is still a little bit left. When he leads the Song Dynasty king's army to restore his homeland, he will not only revive the Song Dynasty and lead a Han Dynasty to its peak, he will also become the leader of the world and be worshiped by the entire world.
But he is only 30 years old. If he doesn't fight vigorously, what is the meaning of his rebirth? Even if he agreed, his countless admirers would not agree.
He could not live up to the disappointment of millions of people of the Song Dynasty.
The powerful enemy has not yet been eliminated, and state affairs are in turmoil. It seems that it is far from time to let the horse go to Nanshan.
The "Suez Canal" dug by Egypt, the colonization of Africa and Australia, and the New World of America being explored by the Song Dynasty fleet...
Not to mention, the Kingdom of Jin is not destroyed yet, and there is an upcoming Northern Expedition!
The sound of the clock sounded, and it seemed that it was already the fourth watch of the cockcrow. Feeling dizzy, Zhao Hong stood up, went over to open the door, and walked out.
The fresh air outside the door made him feel refreshed.
"His Majesty!"
Seeing Zhao Hong coming out, the Imperial Guards on duty outside the door saluted together.
Zhao Hong nodded slightly and left with his hands behind his back.
The Imperial Guards looked at each other and followed from a distance.
Walking aimlessly, I unknowingly walked out of the Humble Administrator's Garden, passed through the teaching area of the Jinling Lecture Hall, and arrived at the main campus.
The teaching ground was quiet, the lights on the roadside were dim, the breeze blew, the leaves rustled, and the fresh air cheered Zhao Hong up a lot.
Since the founding of Jinling Martial Arts Hall, this soil has given birth to tens of thousands of Martial Arts Hall graduates. These young people went through life and death in the frontier fortress, fought bloody battles, and sacrificed many things to bring the Song Dynasty to a slightly peaceful situation today.
A cup of turbid wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away, but Yan Ran has no plan to return home.
Many of the soldiers on the border fortress should still be guarding the fortress on the city wall, staying up all night, guarding the borders of the Song Dynasty and protecting the safety of millions of people of the Song Dynasty.
Hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the Song Dynasty looked up to him as a leader, and millions of young people in the Song Dynasty looked up to him as their leader and role model. He must not sap their fighting spirit, let them down, or let down this suffering but glorious nation.
Feeling that there seemed to be a strange noise behind him, Zhao Hong turned his head subconsciously. With the light emitted by the street lamp, dozens of steps away, there were silhouettes of people, and it was completely dark, all of them students from the Jinling Lecture Hall. They looked at Zhao Hong with admiration in their eyes.
"you……"
Zhao Hong was slightly startled and his words stopped abruptly.
The words came to his lips, but he didn't know what to say.
"Principal, you are working on state affairs, take care of yourself!"
A dark and thin student in the front row spoke up and knelt down on one knee.
"Principal, take care of yourself!"
The young students knelt down on one knee and spoke in unison, some even shed tears.
The emperor, who looked like a god in his mind, frowned and looked haggard, which made these young fans heartbroken.
"Okay! Everyone, get up and go back! We have classes at dawn!"
Zhao Hong's heart began to heat up unconsciously.
Only these passionate young people can cheer him up and make him feel the meaning of life.
"Principal, the Northern Expedition is coming soon, please take care of yourself. Let me and other students go with the army, fight for the country, and share the worries of the principal!"
Another black student in the front row spoke with an expectant look.
A Northern Expedition ignited the enthusiasm of all young people.
"This...I'm afraid it won't work. You are still students and have not graduated yet. Your studies are still the most important thing now. There are three to four hundred thousand warriors of the Song Dynasty in the Northern Expedition, and you are not missing!"
Zhao Hong shook his head and flatly refused.
One hundred thousand young people and one hundred thousand troops. But the Song Dynasty was not yet at the point where young students were required to charge into battle.
"Principal, half of the students in the first phase of the Jinling Lecture Hall graduated early, just to protect our country and resist foreign aggression. Now the Northern Expedition is about to happen, which is related to the foundation of our Song Dynasty for thousands of years and to wash away the shame of our Song Dynasty for a century. I, Jinling Lecture Hall, have graduated early. How can the students in the hall study with peace of mind? Please principal, please let us enlist in the army immediately to serve the country and relieve the principal!"
The thin, dark student knelt on one knee, clasped his fists and begged, with tears in his eyes.
"Please ask the principal to let me join the army so that we can take care of the principal's worries!"
All the other students knelt down on one knee and clasped their fists. Everyone's eyes were blazing, and many of them had wet eyes.
"But, have you ever thought about it? You have never been on the battlefield and have no experience in fighting on the battlefield. Fierce battles on the battlefield, with swords and guns without eyesight, can kill people!"
Zhao Hong's heart became hot and he said solemnly.
The enthusiasm of young people always moves people and makes people feel hope, the hope of the country and the nation to rise up.
"Principal, serve the country and the people, serve the country with loyalty. We will keep your teachings in mind. Fighting for a powerful Song Dynasty, we are not afraid of death. If we die on the battlefield, even if we die, we will be honorable and useless. regret!"
The black student said quickly, with tears in his eyes.
"Death is honorable, death is without regrets!"
The students spoke together and spoke in unison. It seems that he will not give up until he achieves his goal.
"Okay, okay! My children!"
Zhao Hong raised his head to prevent his tears from falling.
He is only thirty years old, but he is sentimental. When the emperor was angry, blood flowed into the river, and millions of corpses were laid out. He did not seem to be such a hero.
Zhao Hong thought for a moment and then said:
"In this way, after you go back, you can sign up at the school affairs office. Those who are willing to participate in the Northern Expedition will be divided into various armies according to disciplines and arms. However, you all remember that you must fight bravely and live as well as possible. Your semester will be Do you agree to an increase of half a year?"
"Thank you, principal! Long live the principal! Long live! Long live!"
The students were overjoyed, spoke together, and then stood up. Everyone saluted with a military salute and spoke in unison.
"Principal, take care of yourself!"
"Go!"
Zhao Hong felt confused and waved as he watched the students leave.
Soon, the lights in the dormitory area were lit up one after another, and cheers came and went, shaking the darkness of the martial arts hall.
