She almost forgot her own name and became more and more accustomed to people calling her "Mrs. He".

"Madam He, Mr. Pan has prepared a generous gift and said he will host a grand banquet for his guests. He invites you to his house for a chat."

"Madam He, the latest news has arrived. This is the latest official bulletin."

"Madam He, Young Master Zhang asked us to sing a song to liven up the party three days later. He said that a scholar will write the lyrics for the banquet... This banquet is quite grand, and you will definitely become famous if you go."

She didn't go.

Young Master Zhang invited many entertainers, and the banquet for General Zhang lasted for several days, becoming more grand and more like the old dream. On the seventh day, she wore a veil and watched from afar a top-notch banquet that had not been held in Tokyo for a long time.

Song Wanru vaguely thought of the extravagance of the King of Cai that her father had talked about a long time ago, the Genyue of the emperor, and the expense of ten thousand sheep that her brother had questioned. But this time, the people of Tokyo were not as "harsh" and "ridiculous" as before - everyone knew that Zhang Taiwei and those generals were the modern Wei and Huo who saved the country in times of trouble. What's wrong with greed? Haven't there been enough rumors of corruption in the army in the hundred years since the founding of the Song Dynasty? Isn't it rare that the Song army can fight?

She had no expression on her face. She just looked for a while, then turned around and said to the maid calmly, "Go back."

Bai Juyi was right when he said that young men in Wuling competed to tie their hair and had to spend countless red silks for a song. She hired several strong servants and bought several girls as maids, all of whom were poor people who were sold and cheated in the midst of displacement. Her house was renovated several times, and it became more and more difficult to enter. She became the so-called courtesan that decent women disdained but romantic scholars pursued. The poetry and books that her parents taught her in the past became her reliance, and her value increased day by day. She wore the latest styles, expensive fabrics, and exquisite accessories. She talked and laughed with great scholars and had no dealings with ordinary people.

Tokyo has regained its old bustle, and has also added a lot of new bustle. Today there is a Cuju League in Hanfang Garden, and tomorrow it is said that Concubine Wu, who used to boil water for washing clothes, has written a new chapter, and the day after tomorrow it is said that the Legend of the White Snake has caused a dispute between Buddhism and Taoism. The familiar Mr. Pan invited her to go to Wuyue to watch the excitement, and after watching for half a day, she mentioned the old story of Su Dongpo and Qin Cao asking about Zen.

"'I don't want to be a good woman in misery, nor do I want to be a good woman in happiness. From now on, I will chant Buddha and go to the West.'" Song Wanru repeated the words of Qin Cao in the legend, waved her fan and asked with a smile, "Sir, do you want to persuade me to be a good woman?"

Mr. Pan felt dry-mouthed for a moment, staring at her and stammering, "I... I can help Madam He..."

Reading too much is not good, she thought dully, the more you read, the more you will think. "Heavenly Questions" asked more than 170 questions, and she seemed to want to ask more. What about becoming a good person? What about not becoming a good person? How did she become a "bad person"? She didn't know where her future would go, nor did she know what the meaning of her life was. She began to think about death frequently, but she no longer felt as determined and sad as before. This thought now only brought her infinite melancholy. She wanted to see her parents and brothers, but she didn't dare to. She was afraid that her parents would blame her, and even more afraid that her parents would feel sorry for her. On the anniversary of her death, she always wanted to say "Don't worry about me, my son", to the funeral offerings, but she couldn't make a sound, and couldn't cry. She was just choked in her heart.

The scholars and gentlemen she was friends with shook their heads and praised the melancholy between her brows as the graceful and charming beauty of a woman with many sorrows. Song Wanru did not refute, nor did she have the interest to refute. It was said that the noble ladies of Zhao who returned to the south often cried bitterly, and everyone was just wondering with great interest what dirty things had happened in the north. To put it nicely, she was a female schoolmaster, and to put it bluntly, she was a lowly person that everyone could insult. In her eyes, she and those corpses that were scattered all over the land from Tokyo to the two rivers in the past were all scum destined to be forgotten in the brilliant new dream. The only difference was that one was speechless and rotten in the mud, and the other had a head full of snow.

——But the consolation is that even the Supreme cannot escape the fate of being despised and criticized. The two Supremes are also the scum that Huanghuang Xinmeng wants to forget.

She had not thought about these officials and husbands for a long time, she only talked about love and romance. If someone talked about it, she would just listen to it for fun, if no one talked about it, she would just read it to kill time - the official newspaper was also a new hot spot in Tokyo, it was not easy not to read it. The return of the two emperors to the south was a big event, from the officials to the peddlers, everyone was talking about it. The man opposite, Mr. Pan, had some knowledge in his house, and he was talking about the so-called torture of white horses to build Shaoxing, and he was also chattering about the right and wrong of conquering the pseudo-Qi and negotiating peace between Song and Jin.

Song Wanru listened in a disjointed manner, with a smile on her face, but she felt distant and indifferent inside, and even had some thoughts of "if I had known this". What does it matter if the words are shocking? The two officials are supporting them in this palace and that temple, and it's just a few words from the supported.

Mr. Pan shook his sleeves excitedly: "The emperor also said--"

"——What are the Two Saints!" said a voice from downstairs, with a firm tone, as if stating an obvious truth, "The government did say so...but is there something wrong with that?!"

Mr. Pan upstairs was shocked and speechless.

Song Wanru was startled for a moment, then leaned forward with interest, watching the tall and strong young man who was talking walk out with his companions. She noticed Mr. Pan's expression and asked gently, "Does Mr. Pan recognize that man?"

Mr. Pan stared at his companion and shook his head fiercely. He then explained that the emperor's resentment was normal and obvious, but it was inevitable that the ignorant people who were lucky enough to come in would misunderstand it, and that the emperor had many hidden dissatisfactions with the two queen mothers' trip to the north.

Song Wanru burst out laughing. The show-off young official opposite immediately shut up and asked her what she was laughing at. She shook her head and didn't explain. It was too ridiculous. She felt it was too funny. She didn't remember what she should remember, but she was very concerned about the innocence of hundreds of ingots of gold and silver. But now she didn't know whether she was crazy or the world was crazy. The peace was negotiated, and the two saints returned to the south. There seemed to be almost no one like her who was stubbornly immersed in nightmares and repeatedly looked at old wounds and scars.

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