Inheriting the Song Dynasty

In 1127 AD, the Northern Song Dynasty fell. Immediately, the ninth imperial prince, Zhao Gou, ascended the throne in Shangqiu amidst widespread anticipation, inheriting the Song imperial line and r...

Fanfiction 33: I really was once an emperor - Sishui stopped rising

1

I was once an emperor. You may not believe it.

At first, I believed it without a doubt. Later, my faith was shaken because people around me said I was sick.

I know I am not sick, but since so many people have said so, I have begun to believe that I am really sick, and quite seriously ill.

It all stems from a dream I once had.

In that dream, I clearly remember that I accidentally slipped in a Taoist temple called Mingdao Palace and fell into the Nine Dragon Well in the temple.

Before the fall, I was King Kang, the emperor, and I fled south in panic with a group of ministers, soldiers, and concubines.

There is a big river in front and pursuing soldiers behind.

I don't want Bianliang anymore, it's been left behind by me; I don't want Huaibei anymore, it's also been left behind by me; I don't even want Jiangbei anymore, as long as the Jin people can't catch up with me, as long as I don't have to hunt in the north like my father and brother did.

Although escaping is hard, but after running for a long time, you will get used to it.

As for the half of the country I left behind and the people of the Song Dynasty who had lost their homes, I wanted to take them with me to the south, but their feet could not outrun the Jin cavalry. They could only wish for the best. Taking them with me would only make them a burden, and it would only slow down my escape speed. I might not be able to escape with them.

That was not going to work, so I left without a trace of regret, packing lightly and throwing away all my bags. I knew that as long as I could escape from Huaibei and cross the Yangtze River, it wouldn't matter if I lost everything north of the Yangtze River, I could still live in peace in the south of the Yangtze River.

Half of the country is still the country.

Unfortunately, one misstep led to eternal regret. That damn imperial guard, that damn chief escort, they were not by my side when I needed help the most.

With my temper, I would have killed that Yang. As for the head guard, I forgot his name. After all, it has been too long, some people and some things are no longer as clear as they were at the beginning.

I escaped during the day, and at night I would flee at the slightest sign of trouble. I had such a hard time escaping, and I had been escaping in the dark for so long that the skill of escaping had been deeply engraved in my bones and had become an instinctive reaction of mine. I was about to escape to Jiangnan, and I was about to see the dawn.

Damn it, I fell into a well. Fate played a joke on me, and it was a big joke.

In fact, falling into a well is not scary. What is scary is that there is no one around you when you fall into the well.

It doesn't really matter if there's no one around, as long as the well isn't that deep.

The well was shallow. But I felt like I was falling for a long time...

The darkness caught up with me before the iron hoofs of the golden man.

I fell into endless darkness again before dawn.

That darkness is so damn dark!

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I just felt a splitting headache. Before I even opened my eyes, I yelled, "Big Guard..."

But that flattering duck-like voice did not respond to me as it did in the past.

All I could hear was a woman's scream: "Son, you finally woke up. I scared you to death..."

I forced myself to open my eyes. My eyes were used to the darkness, but it was so bright in front of me that I couldn't adjust to it for a while.

This must be an illusion, yes, it is an illusion. I rubbed my eyes, trying to get rid of this damn illusion.

However, my left hand was held tightly by someone.

My heart sank.

Then, a drop of warm liquid fell on my face.

I opened my eyes again, trying to repel the person who had the audacity to grab my hand.

At this time, I saw her, a middle-aged woman, who gradually became clearer in my eyes. She looked at me with concern, her eyes full of tears.

But I am very angry. There are always villains who want to harm the Union!

I was about to tell her to leave, but I saw her hairstyle and her clothes. She didn't have any pearls on her hair, so she must be a commoner. But what about her strange clothes? At that moment, my brain went blank.

I stared at her blankly, my mind racing: Who is this? Where is this? What is she going to do?

Everything around was so strange, not just this woman in strange clothes.

I swallowed back the doubt that was about to come out of my mouth.

Although there are ten thousand Dayuan horses neighing through my heart, "The Emperor's Self-cultivation" tells me that at this moment, even if Mount Tai collapses before my eyes, I must pretend to be calm.

The safest way to deal with it now is not to respond, not to refuse, not to speak, and to observe more.

The woman kept talking, her lips moving, but the sound disappeared from my ears.

Then I saw a woman wearing a white hat and a white coat standing beside my bed.

They were communicating with each other, and I clearly heard every word they said, but I sadly discovered that I couldn't understand a single word...

But I gradually understood.

This is no longer the Song Dynasty.

And I am no longer the emperor who only knows how to escape.

3

After a few days, I was discharged from the hospital.

The handwriting on the discharge summary was very lively. Just like the "Four Calligraphy Posts in Cursive Script" by Zhang Xu that I once collected. The traces of a leaking roof and the broken hairpin. I have been practicing calligraphy and painting since I was a child. Although my handwriting is not as good as my father's, it is also unique. Everyone who has seen it says it is good.

The characters on "Four Calligraphy Calligraphy" seemed as graceful as a startled swan or a swimming dragon, but I could still understand them. However, I couldn't understand these so-called medical instructions at all.

The female doctor was telling the woman something, and I vaguely heard words like paranoia and amnesia.

Before leaving, the female doctor looked at me and whispered to the middle-aged woman: Don't forget to let your son take medicine.

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