Chapter 1 The Mausoleum of the Young Emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty
I don't know how I left the company, there was only a blank in my mind.
In the afternoon, I received a breakup call from my girlfriend. The content was very simple, "I have no feelings for you at all. Let's end it."
My name is Hu Yandonghai, an ordinary college student majoring in science and engineering. I came to this strange city after graduating from college three years ago. I am indifferent by nature and not easy to socialize with. I work from nine to six on weekdays, and my daily life is simple.
He is a typical homebody.
At a classmate's birthday party, I met her, my girlfriend Le Lingshan. Oh, no, I should call her my ex-girlfriend now.
"Junior sister, Yue Lingshan?" I still remember the scene clearly. Le Lingshan rolled her eyes at me and said, "You are my junior sister. My surname is Le, music's music, water chestnut's water chestnut, and fir's shan.
Remember it clearly and don’t scream nonsense next time.”
Junior sister Yue Lingshan is one of the characters in Mr. Jin's novel.
That's how we met.
In the following three years or so, from getting to know each other to falling in love, we fell in love so deeply that it was really fascinating. These three years were also the happiest time in my life.
Until a month ago, she began to alienate me, but no matter how I asked, there was no answer. Today I finally received the news that she was breaking up, although I had already thought about it.
Even though I wanted to prepare, I still couldn't accept this fact.
Since ancient times, it has been said that heartless men hold up half of the sky. In modern times, women hold up half of the sky. Could it be that the heartless women also hold up half of the sky?
This is a day in November 2011.
At this time, the night was already dark, the light rain was falling, the wind was blowing occasionally, and the streets were sparsely populated. I boarded the subway home in a daze.
On this slightly cold rainy night, it was the last subway train. The car was empty. I was the only one in the car I was in. I don’t know how long it took. When the train arrived at the terminal, I and I
A few scattered passengers walked out of the subway station, only to find that the exit became very unfamiliar. This was not the exit for me to go home. I looked at the signage and found that I was sitting in the wrong direction and came to the other side of Metro Line 3.
At one end, the Mausoleum of the Young Emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty in Shekou.
Although I majored in science and engineering, I have loved history since I was a child, and I know a little about the late Southern Song Dynasty. The turning point in the character and destiny of the Han nation may have occurred in the late Song Dynasty. Whether it was economy or population, the Song Dynasty was the world's most important country at that time.
However, they were repeatedly bullied by weak foreign races. Not to mention the Khitan and Liao Dynasties, nor the Jin Dynasty that destroyed the Northern Song Dynasty, nor the Mongolia that destroyed the Southern Song Dynasty. Even the small Dali could coexist with it, so that the Ming Dynasty in later generations
The dynasty was also destroyed by the extremely weak Manchu Qing Dynasty. This cannot but be said to be the tragedy of this famous clan. Before the Song Dynasty, it was just the opposite. Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty and Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty almost defeated the Xiongnu and other foreign races in hundreds of years.
Genocide.
Alas, the prosperous times of the Han and Tang Dynasties no longer exist, and the blood of the nation has also disappeared.
"Anyone who offends our great man will be killed no matter how far away he is."
This sentence eventually became history.
As for the last emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty, it was even more desolate. After the death of an eight-year-old child, no bones were left, leaving only the Yiguan Tomb, which has been silently guarding the South China Sea for thousands of years. The existence of the Yiguan Tomb seems to still tell history that there was once such a
As a person, if Grandpa Deng hadn't drawn a circle here during his southern tour, even the tomb of the late emperor would not have been known to anyone.
I walked out of the subway station and walked forward aimlessly. The road was completely silent. This was a small road. Even during the day, there were very few people walking on the road, let alone the middle of the night when it was raining lightly.
My mind was in a mess, and sometimes clips of me and Hissugi being together appeared in my mind, and sometimes I repeated Hissugi’s phone call to break up our relationship. My heart hurt so much, I always felt like there was a huge stone blocking my heart, and I couldn’t even take a deep breath.
My heart is already dead, maybe my people are dying too, I thought to myself.
It must be God's will. I walked towards the Song Dynasty Emperor's Mausoleum by accident. As for how I got here, I can't remember at all.
"Do you hate her?" An old voice suddenly sounded in my ears.
I didn't even realize at the time how there could be anyone here late at night. I just kept repeating these words to myself, "Do I hate her?"
In the end, I shook my head and replied: "I don't hate it."
The old voice said again: "Then can you let her go?"
Only then did I realize that I was standing in front of the mausoleum of Emperor Shao of the Song Dynasty. Standing next to him was an old man with a cane. With the dim light, I could see that the old man was wearing a black ancient robe and had a bun on his head.
, like the ancient Taoist priests often seen on TV, the old man seems to be very old. The only thing special is that his eyes are still very bright and penetrating in the dark, and he seems to be able to see through my thoughts even in this dark night.
I thought about it and replied: "So what if you can let it go, but what if you can't let it go?"
The old man in black did not reply directly to me, but continued: "Are you willing to rewrite history?"
Without thinking, I immediately replied: "Yes." When I said this, I naturally thought that the old man was asking about the history of Hishisugi and I, but I didn't expect that he was talking about another history, the history of the entire nation.
"Since you are willing, come with me." After the old man said that, he waved his right hand and saw a small door exposed in the middle of the Young Emperor's mausoleum. This door was extremely small and could only allow one person to pass through. My mind went blank at the time and I didn't have much thought.
I thought, and followed the old man in. Unexpectedly, this visit changed my life.
The Mausoleum of the Young Emperor was empty, with only a long corridor leading to the front. The walls of the corridor were all covered with colorful murals. I looked at these murals while slowly walking forward with the old man.
The murals on the wall are brightly colored, as if they had just been painted. The content of the paintings is simple and clear, and anyone with a little history knowledge can understand it, and each painting is accompanied by a text explanation. The first painting is about
Pangu created the world, the second one is about Dayu's control of floods, and the murals behind are all glorious moments in Chinese history, such as Qin Shihuang's unification of the six kingdoms, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty defeating the Xiongnu, Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty's rule of Zhenguan, etc. Only the last painting appears
It is incompatible with the previous ones. It can be seen from the text in the painting that this painting tells the life of Emperor Duzong of the Southern Song Dynasty, Zhao Yu. This Emperor Duzong was fatuous and incompetent. If he had not died early, he would have been the real king of the Southern Song Dynasty.
How could he be compared with the great men in the previous paintings, but for some reason he also appeared in this mural.
"You must be wondering about this painting, why is there Emperor Duzong?" the old man in black said for the first time after entering.
I nodded and replied: "Yes, there is nothing remarkable about Song Duzong in history."
The old man in black chuckled and said: "That's right. After Du Zong of Song Dynasty, the last three emperors of the Southern Song Dynasty were all children under ten years old. They could not change the fate of the country at all. Therefore, Emperor Du Zong changed the Song Dynasty and the Han Dynasty.
The last hope of the nation, you will know everything after entering through the stone gate at the end of the corridor."
Now that I have entered the Young Emperor's Mausoleum, I can only move forward.
I pushed the stone door hard, but I didn't expect that the stone door made a "click" and was easily pushed open by me. I didn't stop, and I didn't notice the old man in black at the moment I pushed the door hard.
He patted my back gently, and walked straight in without noticing why my strength suddenly became so strong.