"In my life, I only know how to kill the Jin people and avenge my country, but I don't know how to make a living as a spy." The man was arrogant and waved away the medicine bowl handed over by Shao Zhou. His voice was hoarse, like an owl crying to the moon at night.
Liang Dagang was even more embarrassed and coughed a few times: "I don't mean to misunderstand the hero, but the national war is imminent recently, so the investigation in the city is strict."
The man was shocked. "What national war? After the fall of Shanzhou, is Wanyan Loushi going to move south again?"
Shao Zhou still kept silent after hearing this. Seeing that the man was unwilling to take the medicine, he put it on the table beside him. Liang Dagang, however, became anxious after hearing these unclear words. "You are such an ignorant man. How could Shanzhou fall? Li Jiedu led us brothers to defend it for eight years. The flag of the backbone was also given by Emperor Zhao. Wanyan Loushi was killed by our soldiers in the battle of Yaoshan. How can a dead ghost come back to life to lead the army!"
He was still mumbling to himself, but Shao Zhou winked at him, took a quilt, covered the man carefully, and then pulled his companion out of the room.
"You are so weird, this guy doesn't know what's going on!" Liang Dagang said angrily.
"He's been drowning for so long, I think there might be something wrong with his brain." Shao Zhou walked in the moonlight with his hands in his sleeves, his originally childish face tightened into serious lines, "Maybe he mixed up his memories of the previous battles, anyway, it's okay as long as we save him."
The autumn night was cool, the moon was past the zenith, and the grass they walked on was covered with a layer of pale night frost. The distant sound of night watches came from the city. Shao Zhou escorted Liang Dagang out of the government office, bowed slightly, and then lost his calm demeanor. He didn't care that the collar of his robe and the soles of his boots were wet with frost, and hurried back, like a vigilant fox shuttling in the night.
He returned to the east wing and took a look at the medicine bowl on the table. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that the man was willing to take the medicine on time.
"Are you afraid that I'll commit suicide?"
"I'm scared." Shao Zhou found a clean cotton cloth that had been boiled, soaked it in water from a copper basin, wrung it out and prepared to wipe the man's body - seriously injured people who lie in bed for a long time are prone to bedsores, and need someone to take care of them and change their bodies. "Before, when I followed my elder brother, he fought and I saved people. Some of the brave men who were carried down couldn't stand it and their comrades left, and they turned around and wiped their necks in places where they couldn't see."
He heard the man sneer: "What year is it?"
"In the autumn of the ninth year of Jianyan, the emperor returned to the capital of Tokyo, and it has been seven years."
"Isn't the imperial court in a compromise with Lin'an? How can it restore the old capital? Don't lie to me."
"I know the general doesn't believe this. Words are not enough. Tomorrow I will just show you the court reports from the past few years."
The people in the room fell silent. After serving him, Shao Zhou covered the man with the quilt again. Seeing that the man stopped talking, he left the room again. He let out a long sigh, took out a copper seal from his sleeve pocket, and examined it carefully.
The copper seal was small and soft to the touch. The lace on the button was slightly worn, which clearly indicated that it was the person's personal belonging. One side was engraved with the words "Changle Ankang" and the other side was engraved with the words "Shao Yan". The silver hook and iron strokes gave it an imposing heroic spirit.
2.
"Do not cut down or chop down the lush and dense tangerine trees; they are where the Duke of Zhao lived.
The lush sweet tangerine trees, do not cut or wither; they are where the Duke of Zhao rested.
The lush sweet tangerine tree should not be cut or worshipped, as the Duke of Zhao said.
..."
The weather was getting colder day by day. Outside the government office, children were jumping and playing. Their childish singing came through the courtyard wall, adding a bit of freshness to the bleak winter day.
After he was able to get up, he was still silent and didn't like to go out. He just rested all day on a bamboo lounge chair under the Gan Tang tree in the backyard. The early winter sun was only slightly warm, and it cast mottled light and shadows on his thin face through the dry branches. After reading the court newspapers of the past few years since Shao Zhou moved in, he became even more silent, not asking questions, and not smiling. His eyes were clearly black and white, and became clearer and clearer. Occasionally, when he looked at people, he was as cold as a snowflake falling from the tip of a gun.
The military doctor came and sighed to Shao Zhou, "The tendons in his left arm are broken. He can no longer shoot a bow, nor can he use a gun or sword. It's even harder on rainy days. This is the only way."
Shao Zhou quickly made a silent gesture and asked the military doctor to go back. Before he turned around, he heard the man behind him say, "Your last name is Shao, do you know Shao Yun?"
Shao Zhou was startled, "It's my brother."
"Where is he? Has he gone to war?"
"No, Li Jiedu arranged for him to guard Pinglu. The emperor has arrived in Pinglu in the past few days. My brother attended the banquet and was rewarded. There has been no correspondence recently. The war is tense. Maybe he is escorting the emperor north."
silence.
Shao Zhou took a peek and saw that the man had covered his face with the sleeves of his robe, his clenched fists pressed between his teeth, and his shoulders twitched for a long time, as if he was trying hard to restrain the surging emotions that were about to burst out.
Of course he remembered Shao Yun, his comrade-in-arms who had shared weal and woe with him and who regarded him as a general and a brother, but in the end he was unable to save Shao Yun from death.
After the fall of Pinglu, he pieced together a horrific picture from the sobbing words of the defeated soldiers who returned.
Shao Yun was furious and refused to surrender. Wanyan Loushi had iron nails driven through Shao Yun's bones, and then handcuffed his body to a wooden frame and carried him to the east gate of the city for public display. Shao Yun's clothes were ragged, revealing the black tattoo on his back. A young man came up to touch it and joked with his companion, "Nice tattoo, you can make it into a scabbard for my sword."
Shao Yun was furious and beat the other party with a wooden frame, but was dragged back to the original place. Shao Yun was nailed and handcuffed in the cold wind for four days without eating or drinking. On the fifth day, Lou Shi ordered him to be tortured to death. During the execution, Shao Yun's mouth was full of blood, which sprayed all over the Jin army's face. His eyes were gouged out and his liver was removed, but Shao Yun continued to curse until he died.
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