A Cup of Snow

During the Southern Song Dynasty, more than twenty envoys from the Jin Dynasty were killed at Qilipu in Wujiang. Almost at the same time, five military commanders—whose influence spanned the entire region of Jiangnan—were murdered in quick succession within a single month. All suspicions pointed to a young man dressed in black...

The first night rain hit Jinhe Wedge In the twenty-five years of Emperor Gaozong of the Southern Song Dynasty in Shaoxing. It was a relatively peaceful year for the common people living in Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Fujian and Jiangxi. The war in the early year of Nandu has gradually been buried in the memory, and the only annoying things are the land rent tax, floods, droughts and insect disasters. But these are soft knives after all, and they are used to cutting slowly, so they don't feel pain. It's just right for these masters to be at ease, and the little people are obedient to the next, and gradually pour out some peaceful scenes in the even season. It's said that the Jin people over there in Huaibei have also been losing momentum over the past few years. In the vast lake and the north and south of the natural moat, there were more people competing for fame and interests and less people who were generous. What everyone is competing for is just their limited life, just a small life, but no one pays attention to the big plan of serving the country. Yes, it's a turbulent world. The great difficulty in the future? How about the civil strife in the imperial court? How about your suspicion of Rishen? How about the constant increase of taxes and the desire to break the family?... no one can grasp a result. But it is for this reason that people have to grasp the transient prosperity. It's like the song and dance of Zhu Yan in the building outside the building. It's peerless and amazing. Everyone knows that it's just a scene, and no one can stay until the water stops. But for that song, I don't know how many green dress teenagers, dignitaries, monks and scholars, mountain and wild dignitaries, at the price of thousands of dollars, sit on the top of the building, just for the speed of seeing -- no one will calculate, for this speed, how much time has been lost, and how much ambition has been wasted. This is an era of false peace and a gap between turbulence. Only the imperial court is still ostentatious of the prosperity of the country and the stability of the people. In fact, how can Longtou Mo be all obedient? Don't believe it -- even if Mura Douno is old, he likes listening to a story of famous red fans, but I don't know that those frustrations and magnanimous gratitude often happen to them On this day, a small black awning was floating down on Wujiang in Jiangsu province. Wujiang originally belonged to the tributary of the Taihu Lake lake, with clear water and slow waves. Looking from the ship, there were good fields on both sides, lots of withering grass, few houses, and rainy days. The man on the boat sighed and whispered: "the millet leaves, the seedlings of the grass." this sentence comes from the The Book of Songs, which means mourning the country's death. The people on the ship looked like a scholar, with a large body and simple clothes. Although they were dressed as literati, they did not see the air of carving insects. The boat went down along the south bank, and few people were seen along the road. It's just because of the recent news that it's said that the golden soldiers went south and arrived soon, so there was a lack of business travel along the way. The man on the ship couldn't help sighing, such a rumor, I don't know how many times a year to spread, it is really a cup of bow and snake shadow, grass and grass. The cause of this time was that recently the Jin emissary went to Ling'an to urge confession - at that time, the Southern Song Dynasty and Jin were about the country of uncles and nephews, and they would offer a large number of offerings to the Jin state every year. But this time, someone in the court slightly blocked, causing the Jin emissary to anger and threatening. Most people in the Southern Dynasty were scared, so it was a fuss, and the people were uneasy. The guest looked to the north bank, but he saw a person walking slowly on the ridge of the field - far away from each other, but also across the trees. The path on the opposite side of the bank was looming, and that person's ride was also looming. When you can see it, it's only a blur, and you can't distinguish the shoulder, the back and the head. It seems that the man and the mount are integrated. It's quite strange that the animal, like a horse but not like a horse, is extremely high. These days, it's rainy day after day. The path in the field wants to be muddy and abnormal. People also want to slide when walking, but never see the animal flutter and disturb the passengers above. After a long journey on the boat, the guests on the boat just looked at the person from afar. They just felt that they were like a group of light black color. In the drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River, they showed an indescribable strangeness and loneliness. The stern is a boatman, standing barefoot and barefoot in such a cold day, staring at the river with his eyes blankly, unspeakably bitter. Near the Wujiang long bridge, the boatman asked: "Sir, take a rest?" The guest nodded, and the boatman stopped his scull and scooped up water from the river. He paddled to the bank, washed rice and made a fire, and cooked rice. The pine wood was very wet, the smoke was straight, and the boatman was choked to tears. After a while, he stopped the fan stove, took out a small jar, picked out a few pieces of salted fish, and prepared to fry them for the guests. This long bridge is the place that business travel must pass through, and it was also a place of interest. But because of the successive years of war, now there are only 35 tile houses, more than ten soil walls, and the cold door is facing the evening. It's sad to see. The scholar asked a woman who was panning rice by the river: "no guests passed by this day?" The woman turned over the rice, looked at him, shook her head and said: "from yesterday to now, there were only a group of northern envoys, and the imperial court's soldiers escorted, and they plan to have a meal and rest. It's too small here, so they went to the Seven Mile Shop in the opposite village." The scholar looked to the other side, and there was a small village more than two miles away. The smoke was coming up, although it was far away, because there was a flat area here, so it was still visible. But the woman sighed, and then said, "stay here, and who dares to entertain? The last few families in zhaojiaqiao did not know what was wrong with the interpreter, and he encouraged the Jin people to hang up the old and small family to fight and kill. Who dares to manage? Living in this era, it's really a crime!" The literati could not help but look back to the long bridge. The bridge was built of stone, and the railings were some broken. The bridge pier where the boat was parked and tied was full of handwriting, and the ink was dripping. From the beginning, it's a song "water tune": In my life, on the the Taihu Lake lake, I had a short journey. What is the matter now? There are more worries than clouds. It is proposed to exchange the long sword in the box for a leaf of the boat and return to the old Yusuo. Silver AI is not my business, Qiu has been wasted. The new bass, the wine, the sad song. Taiping growth is not today's knowledge of fighting! To clear the snow waves of Sanjiang, to clean the dust of Hu, and to pull the sky river with inaction. Looking back at Xiaohan, two tears fall clear. There is no signature at the end of the word. It is a work of anonymous. After the literati read it, they could not help but feel a sadness from their heart. The current situation of Lenovo seems to be that it also wants to say something in its heart. It is just about to meditate. Suddenly, it heard the boatman startle: "guest, listen!" listen to it, but it was the noise of the Seven Mile Shop in the small village on the opposite side. Although it was far away, it gradually came over. First, he angrily scolded, and gradually, there was a cry, vaguely there was a voice of "help, help" - thought that it was the call of the villagers who were bullied by the gold emissary, accompanied by a faint rough laughter, like the applause of the gold emissary, and also like the flattery of the Song Dynasty soldiers. The guest and the boatman looked at each other, and it was known that the group of gold envoys that the woman just said were doing evil, so they couldn't help looking at each other miserably. The boatman suddenly gave a "Yi" sound, and saw that the man who could be seen from afar on the way rode slowly and was walking towards the village. This time, it's not like a sheep in a tiger's mouth? The boatman was very kind and hurriedly called out in his throat: "hello --" but he didn't dare to speak too loudly for fear of disturbing the gold people on the other side. It was too far away. The man thought that he could not hear. The two people on the ship were worried and were waiting for the chorus to call again. Suddenly, they saw the red light of the village opposite, mixed with black smoke rolling, and unexpectedly caught fire! The fire was already in full swing in a flash. Someone must have put it on purpose on such a humid day. The boatman was shocked. People were shocked. The long body scholar clapped his hand on the side of the boat and was speechless with anger. After a while, I saw that the man on the other side of the river didn't stop, but suddenly accelerated, like a rolling awning, far better than a horse, straight to the small village, and then disappeared into the fire. The two people on the ship "ah", I just don't know what the man wants. It's not a waste of life? The scream in the opposite village has already stopped. I don't think it will take a long time. The death of a villager, the escape, and only a faint laughter. Listening to it, the people on the ship feel cruel and humiliating, and temporarily forget where they are and what country they are! But then, the faint laughter was suddenly interrupted, and then turned into a howl, and then not a scream, but a series of cries of pain, mixed with the curse of the Jin people and song soldiers. From a distance, the two men saw what seemed to be a flash in the fire across the sky, flying east and West, and rushing thunder. Every time they stopped, there was a cry, sharp and shrill, much louder and harsher than what they had just smiled at. A quiet village seems to have become a side court battlefield, which makes the boatman shiver. The scholar was also horrified and murmured: "the sword moves! The sword moves!" -- it's clear that the man just saw injustice and pulled out his sword to kill the thief. The voice was just struggling in the fire, but no one could escape from the village. After a long time, after the last particularly long howl, except for the dim fire on the opposite side, the river was hissing, and there was no voice within ten miles. I think the birds are also shocked. The grass on the top of the tree has no vibration of a feather or the sound of a bug. The two people on the ship listened, for a long time, only heard a string of tiny "kicking" sound, but it was the animal turned out of the village, gradually far away, and slowly turned into a group of invisible ink. After a long stay, the guest said in a hoarse voice: "have a good time!" looking back at the bridge, the first word was fresh and dripping. I read it again, and I only felt that a round of ice moon fell on my head, which was very cold;Reading it again, I suddenly felt that a cavity of blood was directly on my face, and loyalty was working hard. The guest murmured: "it's just, it's just that the scholar mistook me! The scholar mistook me!" the boatman was afraid of the delay and didn't wait for the meal to be cooked, so he released the cable to the East. Only the guest gave three elegies of "water tune", generous. Did not think that the pedestrians on the bank recognized him as a famous man Shen Fang in Zhenjiang. When they stayed that night, they heard about the burning of seven Li Pu. They thought about it with their own hearts, and spread false information. On the second day, the news spread far and wide. Unexpectedly, they said that on a certain day, Shen Fang was single, and his blue shirt splashed blood. He killed more than 20 Jin Shi in seven Li Pu on the North Bank of the long bridge in Wujiang, and a number of song soldiers were escorted. Not long ago, the rumor was spread to the capital, and Son of the Heavenly King was silent and speechless. He passed the word on to Counselor-in-chief. From then on, Qin Chengxiang immediately sent Ti Qi to visit the emperor. For a while, a song "water diversion", singing from north and south of the river!