Chapter 77: Swords overwhelm mountains and rivers while singing (1)
As soon as Zhao Si finished speaking, the eldest grandson Moli on the side echoed.
"Your Majesty is right. Since ancient times, in all dynasties, the people have suffered the most. They work hard, and if God is not kind to them, they will starve. What is even more hateful is the Dangxiang Khitan people in the west and north, who make a living by looting.
. He often went deep into the Song Dynasty to capture people and hunt down grass valleys. Under the whitewash of a hundred years of peace, how many people in the Song Dynasty had their families destroyed and their lives hidden!"
Listening to these words, Zhao seemed to be in a variety of emotions.
A hundred years of peace is actually just a short-lived dream. In history, it will not be long before the Central Plains and the entire China will be turned into Shura fields. No matter whether rich or poor, rich or poor, everyone will groan under the hoofs and scimitars.
Someone has to make a change and change this history.
When I came to this world, didn’t I have this mission?
Thinking of this, a kind of passion reverberated in Zhao Si's chest, ready to burst out.
"The peaks and ridges are like clusters, the waves are like raging, the mountains and rivers are inside and outside the Tongguan Road. Looking at the Western Capital, I feel hesitant. I am sad. Wherever the Qin and Han Dynasties traveled, thousands of palaces and palaces have been turned into soil. When it rises, the people suffer; when it dies, the people suffer."
Zhao Si read loudly, then turned around and said to Chang Sun Moli and other staff: "We study hard history books and explore the root causes of the rise and fall of past dynasties. In fact, it doesn't make much sense. We must always keep in mind the suffering of the people, and we can only remember the sufferings of the people.
Only by keeping this kind of pain in our hearts can we create a different history."
Li Gang and other young talents listened quietly, their faces turned red with excitement. Just as they were eager to speak and express their feelings, a tired and hoarse voice shouted not far away: "
Zhao Guanjia, since you know the suffering of the people, why don’t you let the people of Xixia go and save them from the pain of family destruction and death!”
It turned out to be Li Qingluan. She finally chased him to Tongguan, and accidentally learned that Zhao Si had brought people up to Qilin Mountain for viewing, so she detoured up another road.
When Zhao Si saw it was her, he waved his hand, and the guards let her come forward.
Li Qingluan's face was reddish-black, and her cheekbones on both sides were protruding, as steep as mountain peaks. Her hair was messy, her clothes were wrinkled, and she didn't have the appearance of a princess at all.
His body was covered in dust and his face was full of exhaustion. As he walked up to him, Li Qingluan's breathing sounded like a rag, torn in the wind.
Looking at her, Zhao Si said with a complicated expression: "Why did you bother to chase me? You know that I will not waver."
Li Qingluan's face showed bitterness, "But... I have nothing to do. I have been working hard for several years, but the situation is getting worse day by day. Now, the mountains and rivers have collapsed, and the pillars are about to fall. I have thought about it, and only
I can look for you to find my only and last hope."
Having said this, she stepped forward and begged, "Thirteenth Prince, please spare the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians of the Xia Kingdom."
Hearing her call her this name, Zhao Si couldn't help but think of the moment when he first met her in Kaifeng City.
At that time, the two of them were a proud man of the country and a proud son of heaven, both of whom were very ambitious. There was a little bit of affection between the two of them. However, this personal relationship between children was soon overshadowed by the ambitions in their hearts and the important matters of the country.
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Hearing this call suddenly again today, Zhao Si's heart skipped a beat, and a certain emotion deep in his heart began to waver again.
But he soon regained his composure and shook his head firmly: "In the past 100 years since the founding of the Xia State, the population has gone from three million at its peak to less than one million now. This result was planted by yourselves."
"In prosperity, the people are suffering; in death, the people are suffering. Thirteenth Prince, since you know that the people are suffering, why do you want to mobilize the army and bring disaster to the people? Please postpone the war until I return to the country, persuade your Majesty's brother, and the whole country surrenders. Victory without fighting is not possible. Better?"
Looking at Li Qingluan's eyes that were sunken into their sockets, they were full of pain and pleading, like the water of the Yellow River on the land of Longyou, washing her heart. She was in pain for the imminent destruction of her country, and for watching helplessly All this pain without being able to do anything.
She begged, like a drowning person, eager to grab any straw.
At a certain moment, Zhao Si seemed to be moved by this emotion, but only for such a short moment.
"It is precisely because I know the suffering of the people of Song and Xia that I have made up my mind to end the war that has lasted for hundreds of years forever! Li Qingluan, will your brother, the ambitious Li Qianshun, be willing to do so? There are also those rebellious people in their hands. I wonder how many nobles of the Song Dynasty will be willing to pay the blood debt? You - don't lie to yourself."
Zhao Si said loudly: "And what I, the Song Dynasty, need now is a victory won by a bloody battle, not a victory without a fight. Only blood and sacrifice will make this victory forever engraved in the history of history. The soldiers and civilians of the Song Dynasty experienced the power and glory of steel and fire!"
Li Qingluan burst into tears. She was right. Zhao Si had been using Xixia as a whetstone to sharpen the soldiers and civilians of the Song Dynasty.
Seeing her bright face distorted by pain, Zhao Si advised: "Qingluan, you have done enough. Now that the matter has come to this, you should leave and stay away from the war and killing. The sun is shining in the Denglai area. The bright weather and fresh air will be very beneficial to your illness."
"I can build you a house there, facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming. Maybe one day, when the mountain flowers are blooming, I will go find you, and you will smile at me among the bushes."
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Li Qingluan's tears kept falling like raindrops. He lowered his head, his shoulders kept shaking, and his back was like a pine tree in the wind and snow, swaying gently.
The scene became extremely silent. Changsun Moli and others standing far away looked at Zhao Si and Li Qingluan with complicated expressions.
Suddenly, Li Qingluan raised his head, his eyes no longer filled with pain and pleading, but with raging fire.
"You asked me to run away? Run away when the country is overturned and people are killed or injured? No, no, no! I can't do it. Zhao Si, if it were you, could you run away?"
Zhao Si stood there, like Huashan Mountain standing in the west, motionless.
"If it were me, I would fight to the end!"
After listening to Zhao Si's words, Li Qingluan took a few steps forward, and several guards immediately surrounded her to block her away.
Looking at Zhao Si who was very close but seemed far away, Li Qingluan suddenly smiled.
The tears on her face have not gone away, and the sorrow in the corners of her eyes and mouth has not gone away either. This makes her smile, which was originally as bright as a spring flower, look extremely sad and beautiful.
"You and I are actually the same kind of people. We are willing to sacrifice everything for our country and people. In order to win, we can do whatever it takes. It's just a pity that you are smarter than me, have better luck than me, and have more support than me. .This time, in this life, you beat me."
Li Qingluan looked at Zhao Si and said proudly: "I will wait for you on the tower of Xingqing City, waiting for your millions of troops, waiting for your power and glory."
At the end, Li Qingluan gritted his teeth and said: "In the next life, I will definitely defeat you! I know that Gao Guo will never be defeated!"
After saying that, she turned around and left, walking down the mountain, singing loudly as she walked.
"Black-headed stone city is by the desert water, red-faced father's grave is on the white river, and the Great White Kingdom is beyond. The war horses are strong and majestic, and the races are married to produce offspring. I, the mother-in-law, are the beginning, with a belly of silver and a breast of gold, and good roots are endless, and the name is great...
If the fields are managed, the crops will not be destroyed, and there will be no theft among the people. As time goes by, war will disappear and the joy will be long."
The drifting songs, accompanied by the rolling sounds of the Yellow River in the distance, are melodious, as if engraved on the mountains and rivers.
"What an admirable enemy, but her Dabai Gao Kingdom will only exist in the history books from now on!" Zhao Si looked at the back and said to everyone resolutely. This chapter has been completed!
