Chapter 103 Rain (Part 1)
The Grain Rain is like silk and dust, and the wax floating in the bottle is the time to taste new food.
The peony buds are blooming and the cherries are ripe, but the falling flowers are not allowed to detract from the spring.
At the end of March, the transition between spring and summer was the Grain Rain season. At this time, a round of rain suddenly appeared in the Jianghan area, corresponding to the season, and began to advance from south to north. This allowed Fan Qiong and Fan Baochen, who had been entrenched in the Xiangzhou area and officially became "rebels" a few days ago, to finally let go of some of their previous anxiety and sleep well for the first time.
The reason why it was said half a time was that the rain was dripping, and gradually there was a little thunder. Although it was not harsh, it was enough to wake Fan Qiong, who was sleeping in armor, suddenly. After waking up, there was endless hesitation and blankness, and then he could not remember the past event that kept repeating in his dream. It was that past event that made him palpitate and wake up suddenly, and then lost consciousness.
To be fair, Fan Qiong, who was lying on the couch in the back room of the Xiangzhou provincial government, looking thoughtfully at the raindrops falling outside the window, couldn't figure out why he suddenly behaved like that.
You must know that during the Jingkang Rebellion, he led tens of thousands of troops from Jingdong and was the first one to arrive at the city of Dongjing. He was regarded as a hero at the time, and that action to support the king actually forced the Jin army to retreat. It is said that the three towns of Taiyuan were used to exchange for the withdrawal of the Jin army...
Of course, what followed was the total collapse of the Battle of Taiyuan, the return of the Jin people, and the death and complete desolation of countless national generals.
Logically speaking, if there really was a change and a complete disappointment with the Song Dynasty, it should have happened here.
But at this moment, Fan Qiong was lying on his bed looking at the rain, and recalled carefully, but he found that he did not seem to be completely shaken at that stage like others, because he was immediately appointed as the inspector of the four walls of the capital, becoming the de facto chief of the capital's garrison. And this appointment was enough to make him ecstatic when he still had tens of thousands of elite soldiers at the time... His strength was intact, he was promoted and made a fortune, and he became the only military support for the new emperor at that time. He had a bright future, so how could he be shaken?
In fact, if I remember correctly, after this incident, he sought opportunities many times during the second siege and took the initiative to attack, not afraid to fight the Jin people at all. Moreover, no matter how many soldiers died in the battle or how many times he was defeated by the Jin cavalry, he never lost heart.
Even if I died at that time, it would still be recorded in history books, right?
However, just when he thought of this, Fan Qiong suddenly discovered a memory point that he wanted to avoid as much as possible, but was unable to cross:
When the Jin army attacked Xuanhua Gate in winter, he personally led his most elite 1,000 soldiers and horses to attack the Jin army. As a result, the Jin army walked back and forth, and the river ice was as solid as usual, but when the Song army walked up, the ice cracked directly in the middle of the team, and 500 of the 1,000 soldiers were killed in an instant.
It seemed that from then on, the entire city defense army lost the last bit of courage. Fan Baochen also believed in his heart that the Song Dynasty had lost its destiny, and began to give up on himself. He also had inexplicable expectations for the future situation of the Song Dynasty... Otherwise, he would not have regarded Zhang Bangchang as a man with a destiny, and then did those things that would bring him no return!
What about not fighting against the Jin people, what about being arrogant and domineering, the written order of the Nanyang official a few days ago was all false. Fan Qiong had long determined the reason why the Nanyang official Zhao wanted to kill him - after Yuanzong (Song Qinzong) was detained by the Jin people, he was assigned by the Jin people to return to the city and openly escort the Emperor Taishang Daojun, civil and military officials, concubines, and royal family nobles out of the city, and suppressed and stopped the people along the way!
Regarding this matter, when the emperor had no troops at the time but he had a large army under his command, the emperor and Li Gang made a promise to let bygones be bygones. But now that the situation has improved and the emperor has actually withstood the Jin army's sweep, they simply went back on their word and are going to deal with him again.
However, at this point, it is redundant to think about these things. Fan Qiong can only sigh that he did not realize that the man from Nanyang had such courage and strength to maintain the situation to this point, and secretly regretted that he did not stay in the north to surrender to the Jin people... It can only be said that this official is so forbearing and so cruel, compared with the two saints in Tokyo City in the past, he does not seem like a member of the Zhao family!
“Daddy!”
A clear shout suddenly rang out, startling Fan Qiong, who then grasped the knife handle in his hand. He was relieved when he saw that it was his own daughter Xiuniang who was walking towards him holding an oil lamp.
"Dad, there are too many mosquitoes. Should we burn some realgar duckweed (a Song Dynasty version of mosquito coils made from realgar and dried duckweed)?" Fan Xiuniang, who was only sixteen years old this year, was shocked when she saw her father holding up a knife, but she still walked over carefully to ask.
"No need to do that." Fan Qiong shook her head repeatedly. "Burning too much of that stuff makes me dizzy. Now is a critical moment, I can't light that, and you don't light it for me without permission..."
"Yes." Fan Xiuniang put down the oil lamp and answered carefully.
"What time is it?" Fan Qiong looked at the oil lamp and finally came back to his senses from his sleep.
"It's only the middle of the afternoon, but the clouds outside are too thick, so it's dark." Fan Xiuniang whispered to him, then moved closer to continue asking. "Dad, it's been three days, do you want to take off your armor and change into clean clothes? I'll also take this opportunity to wipe your armor for you?"
Under the light, Fan Qiong, who almost smelled sour and even had a hint of blood on his body, looked at his daughter's big black eyes that were pure and without impurities. He was slightly startled and almost agreed.
But in the end, this person still chose to shake his head: "It's not just the officials in Nanyang, there are also people in the city who want to kill our family. Your father can't relax for a moment!"
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