Chapter 300: Desperate Enemy
After Zhao De's death, Lou Li no longer lived in Haiyue Cottage.
Of course, Zhu Huaizhen did not force Lou Li to stay.
She is going back to Nanyan, and her cough has improved a lot.
Orioles chirp at dawn in the jade trees of Jinling, flowers bloom early in the Qinhuai waterside pavilions. Who knew the ice would melt so easily? I watched him build his red mansion, I watched him entertain guests, and I watched his mansion collapse. Here, amidst the mossy, blue tiles, I once slept in a dreamlike state; I've witnessed fifty years of rise and fall. No one in Wuyi Lane is surnamed Wang, ghosts cry at Mochou Lake, and owls roost on Phoenix Terrace. Dreams of the ruined mountains are the most real, the old land hard to lose. I don't believe this map is changing manuscripts. I'll compose a lament for Jiangnan, and sing it until I grow old.
Tsk tsk, she was lying on a beauty couch surrounded by black lacquer and gold-painted scrolls of poetry and paintings, holding a round fan with a mahogany handle embroidered with pomegranates, cats and butterflies, and she was waving it from time to time, her posture as lazy as ever, listening to "Peach Blossom Fan".
Paired with that rich and colorful cup of sesame, salt, bamboo shoots, chestnuts, loofah seeds, walnut kernels, spring immortal seagull, swan osmanthus, rose and brine Lu'an sparrow tongue bud tea, life will be complete.
"Your Highness, Northern Zhou, Northern Jin, and Southern Yan have united to kill the Southern Chu royal family." Tu Mi whispered.
Tu Mi did not elaborate on how the Northern Zhou, Northern Jin, and Southern Yan humiliated the royal women of Southern Chu.
Whether it is a man or a woman, it is disgusting to think that this is the only way to take revenge on a woman.
"Don't pursue a desperate enemy, don't these soldiers understand the principle of not pursuing a desperate enemy?" Zhu Huaizhen was so sad that he could not even cry.
She felt that she would have to stay in Nanchu for some more time.
So, her cough relapsed, and with the help of "The Injustice of Dou E", she seemed to be even more wronged than Dou E. Oh no, she couldn't say that, she was Princess Ronghua after all, how could she be so hypocritical.
The sun and moon hang in the sky at dawn and dusk, and spirits wield the power of life and death. Heaven and earth, supposed to distinguish between the clear and the turbid, yet how could they have confused Dao Zhi and Yan Yuan? Those who do good suffer poverty and a shorter life, while those who commit evil enjoy wealth and longevity. Heaven and earth, seemingly coveting the strong and bullying the weak, yet they also seem to go along with the tide. Earth, if you can't distinguish between good and evil, what are you called Earth? Heaven, you misjudge the wise and the foolish, unworthy of being Heaven! Alas, all I can do is shed tears.
Sure enough, a few days later, Tu Mi came to report that Northern Zhou, Northern Jin, and Southern Yan had forced the last royal family of Southern Chu, a seven-year-old child, to the cliff of Panlong Mountain and forced him to jump into the surging river.
Those young women, thinking of their children, were all filled with sorrow and fear.
They sang "The Orphan of Zhao" with tears in their eyes.
Ah, seeing the child lying in a pool of blood. One was crying and wailing, the other was complaining and anxious, and even I was shaking. Such cruelty and cruelty are simply injustice! Ah, thinking about the child from the bed, it has been ten days since today, how could he linger under the knife? All the hard work is in vain, and what's the point of talking about preparing for old age?
Alas, Zhu Huaizhen also followed, with tears in his eyes.
"Who came up with this bad idea?" Zhu Huaizhen choked.
"Northern Zhou." Tu Mi whispered.
Oh, that’s good, it has nothing to do with Ali.
From this, it seems that Ali finally knows her weak spot.
"Your Highness, Northern Zhou, Northern Jin, and Southern Yan have been clamoring to the outside world that there will be no more Southern Chu after Panlong Mountain." Tu Mi said in a deep voice.
"Are there only people with the surname Zhao in Nanchu? What a joke. The more they make such a fuss, trying to completely destroy Nanchu and then divide it up, the more they will irritate the people of Nanchu. As the saying goes, the barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. I'm afraid that an uprising will arise in Nanchu, and then it will become a prairie fire that cannot be stopped." Zhu Huaizhen held his rosy cheek and sighed softly.
Zhu Huaizhen had to admit for the thousandth time that the people of Southern Chu were more courageous and passionate than the people of Southern Wu.
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