Fanfiction 1: I never expected to see white hair in this world - Xiao Tang
When he stepped onto Wanjin Beach and headed for the Yellow River, he was filled with grief and indignation, but there was only one thought that was still burning red and clenched tightly in his heart, refusing to be discarded.
No regrets, no resignation, no willingness.
The river illuminated by the setting sun could no longer be seen in front of me, and the magnificent golden clouds were gradually obscured by the rising darkness. The fighting, shouting, and screaming gradually became inaudible. The blood-stained armor sank with my body, and the river water containing coarse sand particles choked my mouth and nose. My chest gradually felt dull and painful, but my hair and limbs became strangely light, and even my severely injured left arm seemed to have regained its movement.
He remembered his mother once told him when he was young that after death, people must drink Meng Po soup to wash away their memories of this life before they can go back to the human world again.
What's wrong with being born a human? After seeing the corruption of government and the infighting among officials, he angrily wrote a letter to impeach Li Gang for not understanding military affairs, and then he had to change his name and leave his hometown. After witnessing the world overturned and the golden bowl broken, he spent all his family wealth to recruit volunteers and defended the lonely city with blood, but he still couldn't stop the iron hoofs of the Jin people who trampled on the mountains and rivers of Guanzhong. Even if he fought with a sword until the last moment, he couldn't save the fathers and people who trusted him wholeheartedly with his courage.
It turned out that in this life, he had seen so much suffering and used up so much energy, but it was about to end.
He stopped struggling and let the boundless Yellow River swallow him. Above the dark river, and above that, was the fierce wind and scorching sun that had never changed in Shanzhou for thousands of years.
When his soul was about to dissipate, it felt like someone was dragging his body vigorously. Leaving the cold and heavy river water, he inhaled the sweet mountain air in his lungs, and he coughed painfully, causing pain in all the wounds on his body. He felt like he was being fried in a frying pan. Even if he had an iron-clad heart, he could not bear it any longer. He was afraid of being captured by the Jurchens, so he refused to give up and groan. During the bumpy ride, he opened his eyes and barely saw two young men dressed like Song people. They cut a few branches, wrapped them with tarpaulin, put him on it, and dragged him back to the distant camp step by step.
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In the autumn of the ninth year of Jianyan, the Song Dynasty launched a northern expedition, and the emperor led the army in person, shocking the whole world.
Shanzhou City is located in a fortress. It suffered a lot during the Jingkang period. The Jianyan New Song Dynasty has been established for ten years. The whole city is eager to conquer Yanjing and relax their ambitions. Ever since Emperor Zhao led the army in person and the Northern Expedition Manifesto was read everywhere, the people of Shanzhou City were excited. Li Jiedu, wearing a silver helmet and silver armor, led a mighty army out of the city. The elders of the city escorted him to a distance of thirty miles, and only turned back when they could no longer see the fluttering flag of the backbone.
This battle was a serious one. Li Yanxian only left Shao Yun to guard Pinglu, and his brother Li Kui to support him from behind. The rest of his subordinates followed the army. There was also a solemn atmosphere in Shanzhou City. Although it was still a peaceful scene during the day, the city gates were locked early when the sun was still setting. Women and children stayed indoors, and young men formed patrols, holding torches and sticks along the streets every night. When they saw unfamiliar faces, they would carefully question them to guard against Jin spies.
Shao Zhou is the younger brother of Shao Yun, a trusted general of Li Yanxian. He is only seventeen years old this year. When Li Yanxian inspected Pinglu, he saw that although he was young, he was smart and sensible, so he liked him very much and took him with him to do duty placement. During this army expedition, Shao Zhou accidentally contracted typhoid fever, and after he recovered, he was already out of his period and could not follow. Fortunately, Shao Zhou is a cheerful person. Others sighed all day and regretted not catching up with the overwhelming war, but he was busy in the back court without complaining.
At nightfall, a golden half-moon hung in the blue sky. Shao Zhou wiped his mouth hastily after dinner, hurried back to the kitchen, brought out a bowl of hot black medicine soup, and tiptoed to the east wing. He had just taken a few steps when he was slapped hard on the shoulder. Shao Zhou was so startled that he almost spilled the medicine soup. He looked back and found that it was Liang Dagang, his familiar playmate, who was now serving as a garrison in the government office. This man was much taller than him, and he could block half of the moonlight when he stood in front of him. He was just busy walking in small steps just now, and he didn't expect to be caught by this guy at any time.
"I just want to ask you, who do you secretly make these medicines for every day? Is it the spy you and Wang Qi dragged back that day? You have to save face in front of the governor, so you have to be more careful, so that the spy doesn't sneak in and ruin everything!"
Shao Zhou frowned when he heard him say that the hero he rescued was a spy. But he was a gentle man and not good at arguing loudly. He just protected the pot of medicine tightly to prevent it from being pushed and shoved again. If it was spilled, it would delay the man in the room.
"You keep accusing good people. The dozens of arrowheads dug out of that hero's body were all Jurchen swallowtail arrowheads. This must be true! Moreover, the knife wound on his left arm is very serious. I'm afraid that even if he recovers, he won't be able to lift a knife or wield a sword again. Let me tell you, those who killed the Jurchens are all good men. I can't just leave him on Markham Beach and leave him alone!"
After complaining to his friend, Shao Zhou continued to walk towards the east wing. Liang Dagang's face was flushed, so he had to follow him. He first looked around and lowered his voice, "But don't you think that this man looks too much like Jiedu! No, they are exactly the same! Just darker, thinner, and with scars on his face!"
Shao Zhou just lowered his head and pretended not to hear, stretched out his hand and pushed the door of the east wing, and slipped in like a cat. Liang Dagang sighed outside and stamped his feet heavily, but he was still worried and followed in to see what was going on.
The cold moonlight slanted in through the window lattice, illuminating the thin figure on the kang, who looked like he was lying in a puddle of jade-green water. Seeing the two people coming in one after the other, he just glanced at them and said nothing more.
The room was filled with a strong smell of herbs and a faint smell of blood. The hanging ropes were all hung with fine cotton cloths for dressing wounds. Liang Dagang knew that the conversation had been heard by this man, and he immediately felt embarrassed. He rubbed his fingers and wanted to say something, but saw that the man turned away coldly, and he didn't want to say a word. Shao Zhou seemed to be used to this man's temper. He took off his boots and knelt beside the kang, wanting to help him get up and drink the medicine.
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