He signed it.
This petition, also signed by Taixue students, Taixue doctors, Taixue Zheng, Taixue Lu, etc., was sent to the Jinren by Yushi Ma Shen, enumerating Zhang Bangchang's crimes when Zhao Ji was emperor: "Should Only when the emperor is named Zhao can he be considered orthodox!"
The golden man made a decision quickly.
Immediate decision.
After he signed his name, he felt restless at home, knowing that trouble was bound to come.
"Every good thing must be bad."
Ji, he became a loyal minister and did what Zhongcheng and Yushi should do.
What's bad?
There was a commotion outside the gate, and Jin soldiers broke in and surrounded him who was pacing back and forth in the hall.
"Lord Zhongcheng." A Han official came with the army, "Marshal Jin wants you to take your family and follow Zhao Ji and Zhao Huan to Yanshan." This Han official no longer called the emperor, but directly addressed the two deposed emperors. name taboo.
"Family?" The family members beside him looked at him in panic after hearing this.
"Lord Zhongcheng, clean it up quickly. You can save your life if you clean it up earlier."
All the people who had signed were captured and sent to the north. He was the highest-ranking among the people who signed, so he was no exception.
He knew something was wrong, but he didn't expect that the whole family would be implicated.
The phrase vaguely appeared in his mind: "Don't show mercy to others..." (Don't worry about being captured)
"Master Qin, clean it up quickly!" the Han official urged again.
"Master..." His family members couldn't believe it and cried anxiously.
He looked at the toes of his shoes numbly, wanting to sigh in his heart but unable to do so.
When the Han official saw that he didn't respond, he was very angry. He immediately walked up to him and shouted: "Didn't you hear?!" He was very rude and called him by his first and last name: "Qin Hui!"
He suddenly started and looked directly at the Han official.
Han Guan's heart suddenly became cold. He couldn't help but take a step back and looked at Qin Hui in fear.
Qin Hui didn't say anything, he just bowed his head to fate and ordered his family to take care of Xinruan.
But……
But the Han official was convinced that the moment he touched Qin Hui's eyes, he saw...
"The wind," Han Guan later confessed to his friends, "seems to have seen a dark wind."
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Three years later, the situation was settled.
At that time, the Jin people had just captured the capital city of Kaifeng, and now they occupied half of the Song Dynasty. While Kang Wang Zhao Gou proclaimed himself emperor in the south, the country's name was still "Song", and it was known as the Southern Song Dynasty in history.
People from the north and the south cannot travel freely, and transportation is interrupted. The number of people fleeing from the land of the Jin people in the north continues to increase. There are many checkpoints between the two countries, but they cannot stop them from breaking away from the foreign rule.
The earth is so vast that it is difficult to escape from one place to another.
Only the sky is free.
And the clouds are in the sky.
For many days, he has been flying in the sky on the Xiancha.
He has become accustomed to the existence of Xiancha and is accustomed to using it for transportation.
The high-altitude wind blew on him. These were winds that had not been contaminated by the dust of the world, and even the smell had a different smell.
Xiancha flies steadily, Yunkong puts his hand on its edge, and can feel its long history from its subtle vibrations.
I wonder who made this wonderful fairy tree?
Even Mr. Huang Cong, the owner of Xiancha, doesn’t know about this problem.
Because Xiancha was also stolen by Mr. Huang Cong.
Stolen from a character that made his hair stand on end - Wu Sheng.
Where is Mr. Huang Cong?
Yun Kong glanced at his feet. In the Xiancha, which could only accommodate two people standing, Mr. Huang Cong was huddled in the corner.
To be precise, they are scattered in the corners.
Over the past year, Yun Kong has taken this immortal "immortal" around, trying various ways to die. Mr. Huang Cong is still alive, and now his fragments are shaking slightly, and it seems that he is about to return to his human form.
"I'm hungry," Yunkong told Mr. Huang Cong, looking at the golden light that was already dancing on the edge of the horizon, and the smoke from private houses urging the farmers to go home, "We landed at the foot of the mountain, I'll go Find something to eat."
Mr. Huang Cong did not answer, his mouth had not yet formed.
Even on weekdays, he doesn't really need to eat or drink. He won't die anyway, so he can save travel expenses.
Yunkong asked Xiancha to slowly lower his altitude. As he got closer and closer to the ground, the dull earth air rose slightly, telling Yunkong that he was in the mortal world again.
Yun Kong snorted, brushing away the dust that accidentally broke in, while looking around.
The countryside, the sunset, and the peace.
That doesn't mean it's safe here.
The first thing he had to determine was whether this was Jin soil or Song soil.
If you are right, he is located at the junction of Song and Jin Dynasties.
He hid Xiancha in the bushes, left Mr. Huang Cong on the Xiancha, and went to the countryside alone to ask for some food and drink.
He was not afraid that Mr. Huang Cong would be harmed. He refused to die anyway, and if he died, it would be exactly what he wanted.
It has entered October, the weather has not yet become very cold, but the nights are coming quickly.
Just now, we could still see the afterglow of sunset in the sky, but now the earth suddenly fell into silence. The noisy birds quickly disappeared as if they were frightened, leaving behind the sound of waves in the grass, like the sound of thin ocean waves under the north wind.
Yun Kong came to a farmhouse and heard the hurried sound of dishes and chopsticks inside. He guessed that the farmer was very hungry after a busy day.
Yun Kong knocked on the door, and the sound of dishes and chopsticks suddenly stopped.
"Who is it?"
"Pindao is a wandering Taoist priest who wants to buy a bowl of rice."
"There's nothing left."
After the people in the room answered, they actually blew out the lights, and the whole room suddenly became as quiet as an empty house.
unwelcome. Yun Kong thought so.
He tried several, and some simply ignored him and continued to eat.
Yun Kong felt a little anxious when he heard his stomach growling.
Being hungry is very unpleasant.
"It's better to be an immortal..." While he was muttering to himself, he saw fire in the forest beside the farmland.
When I got closer, I saw a ragged man sitting in front of the fire.
Looking carefully, the man was looking at him with dull eyes, and from time to time he would scratch the fleas on his body.
No need to look any further, Yun Kong could already smell the aroma of meat coming from the firelight.
Yun Kong boldly walked towards the man, who raised his head slightly.
"Pindao..." Yun Kong asked shyly, "Can I buy some food from you?"
The man continued to look at him for a while, then turned over the chicken in the fire: "What a beautiful thought."
Yun Kong was stunned.
"I've been hungry for two days and finally caught someone's chicken that escaped. Do you want to eat it for a few bucks, stinky Taoist priest?" The man babbled a lot.
"Well done," Yun Kong said, "No one over there is willing to sell me."
"Of course no one is willing to sell you, and they don't even want to see you." The man took a branch with dirty hands and fiddled with the firewood. "No matter you appear in the wrong person, time or place."
Yun Kong lowered his body and bowed, saying, "I would like to hear the details."
"This is the junction of Song and Jin." The man said.
"Sure enough..." Yun Kong thought to himself.
"Did you see that side?" In the direction the man was pointing, little bits of silvery water could be seen flashing. "On the other side of the river are the Jin soldiers, and here are the Song navy troops stationed."
Yun Kong stretched his neck, and sure enough, there was a faint sound of clanging weapons: "I saw it."
"This is not the 'land'. This is a war-torn land."
Yunkong wanted to remind him that the chicken had a burnt smell, but the man immediately said: "The Jin soldiers have always wanted to cross the river. Most of the people here have fled, fearing that there will be a military disaster at any time. There are spies on both sides, making people panic. , I don’t know who is the spy, you came at the wrong time.”
"What about 'people'?"
"You are a Taoist priest, who knows if you are a Taoist priest?" The man snorted, "People say that monks, Taoists, and women are the easiest to get close to others, and they are also the best spies."
"I am a Taoist priest, and I have an ultimatum."
Dudu is a monk's or Taoist's license to become a monk, just like an ID card.
"It's easy to forge an ultimatum."
"Wait a minute," Yun Kong quickly interrupted these conversations, "Pindao just came here to ask for something to fill his stomach."
"If you work carefully, you won't have to fill your stomach. Anyway, you will die sooner or later. It's a useless waste."
"Are those people afraid that I am a spy, so they ignore me?"
"Exactly," the man said, "if you come into contact with spies, the consequences will be very tragic."
"Pindao is not a spy, he is just a hungry Taoist priest."
"I won't feed you."
"It's already burnt and you won't let me eat it?"
"Bah!" The man then realized that the chicken was burnt, so he pushed the chicken out with a branch and patted it with his hands.
Yun Kong saw that the man would not sell him food no matter what, so he had no choice but to leave.
The man suddenly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Yun Kong walking away.
