Maybe she was crazy. She was crazy, she had to live.
In the fifth year of Jianyan, the people of Tokyo could barely say that there was no war this year, but they had a rare rest in the past few years, and strange things were happening more and more. The Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, and people said that the government and the ministers would hold a grand sacrifice at Yuetai. Some even said that the sacrifices were not only for those famous ministers with integrity, but also for the common people. When the maid said this to her, she was still in a suspense of whether to believe it or not, but she ran into the Imperial City Department who was investigating the Jin spies. She looked at the store manager who was in awe through the screen, but soon, she was also pale.
How many of them were prostitutes? How many of them were implicated in the Jin war? How many of them were relatives of the righteous people?
"My lady," the maid asked anxiously, "there will be no disaster, will there? Is it because this business is considered dishonest and lowly that the relatives of the righteous are not allowed to engage in this business?"
The ten-year-old maid she picked up once lived a poor but happy life in a small family in Hebei!
Song Wanru couldn't give an answer, she could only remain silent.
Time flies and it is Mid-Autumn Festival. The maid is young and wants to go to watch the fun. Burning incense, applying powder, making a bun, dressing, these are her reliance for a living, and she can't relax for a moment. There are crowds of people near Yuetai, and almost all the people in Bianjing have come out. Hundreds of students from the Imperial College and the Martial Arts School are divided into different places to guide, and there are excited buzzes everywhere. One said that the altar and tablets were not seen, and another said that the officials were too far away to see clearly. After a while, there was a little movement like fireworks and firecrackers, and everyone laughed again.
The vibration started with a loud bang like thunder.
Song Wanru watched the soldiers pile up the old helmets of the Jin people in rows, and the armor, weapons, and flags were piled up into a mountain. The maids and servants who had fled from the two rivers beside her couldn't help crying with the people around them. The Jin people can win the battle, the Jin people can finally win the battle. Maybe one of the helmets was a relic of the Jin people who killed my father and brother, maybe one of the armor was stripped from the Jin people who insulted my mother and sister. Song Wanru heard the maid ask her in a crying voice, Madam, my father has avenged me, right? The government has avenged my father, right?
She was speechless. She saw the emperor, his ministers and dignitaries standing up and solemnly standing on the platform in the distance. She stared blankly at the large blank wooden sign and the other wooden signs with place names written on them.
Song Wanru began to squeeze forward, trying to get through the crowded crowd.
One after another, wooden signs were sent over, and a steady stream of iron was transported from here to far away. Song Wanru stared at the names on the wooden signs, and her ears gradually became strangely quiet, but she could not care about anything else. She could only hear the voice in her heart eagerly repeating the names on the wooden signs, getting louder and louder.
Zhang...Wang...Zhao...Li...Liu...Song...
Liu...Song...!
Song Wanru suddenly turned around, looked around, and called out to two young men who looked familiar. She didn't have time to think about why she felt that they looked familiar, and she didn't have time to notice why the young man looked strange and blushed. She hurriedly scanned the five characters "Wang Zhongfu" and "Wu Yi" on their badges, bowed slightly, and asked, "Greetings to Young Sheren Wang, Greetings to Young Sheren Wu... I'm sorry for being so abrupt, can you please let me go over there?"
The taller and older young official Wang showed his huge palm and pushed it away. Song Wanru dodged it subconsciously and heard him say seriously, "According to the rules today, you can't do that!" As soon as he finished speaking, the handsome young official also added seriously, "If you want to go, go around from the back and make a circle, but don't break the rules."
Rules! Rules!
Song Wanru almost gritted her teeth and asked, her mother's gentle voice suddenly came to her ears, "The rules are set sincerely, and you can't cheat with them." She turned her head to glance at the procession of tablets, and directly grabbed Wang Zhongfu's big hand, and stuffed the white jade hairpin wrapped in a handkerchief from her sleeve into his hand. She didn't even have time to figure out what she stuffed, but just said in a sad voice: "Please be kind, two young servants, I just saw a wooden sign with my brother's name on it, and it was about to pass..."
The two young servants looked at each other, then broke free from each other with one hand and threw the jewelry to the maid behind them. Then they stood with their hands behind their backs and refused solemnly. The young man next to them repeated the same thing like a parrot.
Rules! Rules!
Song Wanru had never been so excited and out of control in the past few years. She saw her brother and her elder brother's tablets approaching, but she was only a few steps away, but it seemed that they would never reach her. When she was about to cry, the two of them took a step back, and then turned their backs together. The tall and older one even took the two soldiers on duty and took a half step back together.
Song Wanru ran away without a chance to say thank you. She hurriedly chased after the wooden sign with the same name, shouting all the way. Gradually, she was blocked by people, and the densely packed wooden signs were put together by the soldiers, and around her were the cries of the common people who followed her.
The officials and soldiers on the Yuetai began to offer sacrifices, and then someone started to make noise, passing down the official's words one by one. Amid the sobbing, the world in front of Song Wanru began to blur and shake violently. She could no longer see the words on the wooden sign. Those densely packed wooden signs began to distort and mutate in her eyes, turning into familiar frowns and smiles.
——"First, during the war between Song and Jin, we Song people protected our country and our people and resisted the invasion. This was right, not biased! This was righteous, not violent!"
She finally couldn't help crying.
She began to cry the tears that she had not shed when she heard the news of her uncle and brother's death, crying that she couldn't even bury the body and had no place to find her clothes.
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