Southerners

The country has broken mountains and rivers, and the city has deep grass and trees.

In the second year of Jingyan, Emperor Duanzong of the Southern Song Dynasty, March.To the southwest of Lin'an City, in Pujiang County, it was raining heavily.

Since the capture of Lin'an by the Mongolian army in February last year, the majestic Southern Song Dynasty, which had lasted for more than a hundred years, finally came to an end.Uncle Yang Liangjie took the eight-year-old Emperor Duanzong and his younger sister Concubine Yang Shu from Lin'an City, and fled in a hurry like a bereaved dog.

Lin'an has been broken, and the Mongols' iron cavalry is no longer hindered, heading south all the way, like a broken bamboo.The remnant army of the Southern Song Dynasty was defeated like a mountain, and the soldiers and generals had long since lost the will to resist. They abandoned their armor and surrendered one after another, and opened the city gates to welcome the invasion of the Mongols, hoping to survive this unprecedented disaster.

Have all the emperors of the royal family escaped... Who would spare their lives?With a stiff and numb face, the soldiers thought silently in their hearts.

The war seems to never stop.

It has been more than ten years since the Mongolian army attacked Xiangfan in the third year of Xianchun. The ten years have been turbulent and the war has continued. Even a small county like Pujiang has not been spared.

Li Hansu lay dying in the middle of the road, her withered yellow and forked hair was wet like weeds by the drizzle, like her trembling dry lips and cracked hands like old tree bark, trembling slightly in the slanting wind.

Two years of fleeing tormented this graceful lady until she became inhuman. Her eye sockets were sunken, her skin was blue and white, and her cloudy eyes were staring at the sky blankly, as if she was remembering the moment before she died. The carefree years of her youth.

"Master..." Li Hansu murmured.

"Mother, what did you say?" the young man asked in a low voice, leaning against her ear.

The boy's name was Song Zhi, he was about twelve or thirteen years old, his face was yellow and thin, his clear eyes were sunken in the sockets, his sharp chin was stained with mud, and his face was covered with tears.

Li Hansu turned her head slightly when she heard the sound, as if her strength had been exhausted by just this one movement. She looked at the young man beside her with a gentle look in her eyes, as if she wanted to raise her hand to touch Song Zhi's face, but in the end Didn't make the trip.

The light in her eyes was getting dimmer, her sight was gradually losing focus, and she was about to run out of fuel, but she suddenly opened her eyes wide before she died, as if she was returning to the light, her eyes were fixed on another woman dressed as a servant, Li Hansu opened his mouth, and there was a sound in his throat, but he couldn't say a complete sentence.

"Ma'am, don't worry." The maid knelt beside the woman, wiping her tears and said, "Even if Xiu Niang puts her life at risk... she will, will definitely take good care of the young master."

"Go with peace of mind."

Hearing her words, the woman seemed to be finally relieved, and the breath she was holding on suddenly dissipated. She didn't know what she thought of, and there was a faint smile on her lips, and then she closed her eyes lightly, and it was gone. vitality.

"Mother!" Song Zhi yelled, throwing herself onto the woman's still warm body, her mouth was choked up so that she couldn't speak, and tears fell down in big drops.

"Ma'am!" Xiu Niang prostrated herself in front of the woman and cried out in pain.

In the past two years, they have brushed shoulders with death countless times. The followers died one by one, and now finally even the mistress passed away.

The master and servant cried hoarsely, but the three armored Mongolian soldiers standing beside them were not affected by it at all.

They wore knives at their waists, with their arms folded in front of their chests, chatting one after another, looking this way from time to time, with cruel smiles on the corners of their mouths, as if this woman's death had nothing to do with them, the two The cry of man cannot reach their ears.

One of the tall soldiers said: "This is dead? The Han people are too useless."

Another soldier had a scar on his face, shook his head and said, "It's a pity, I think that girl is quite handsome."

The tall one said: "Isn't there one left alive? Although it's not as good as the dead one, it's not bad."

After the tall man finished speaking, he ignored the scar and walked over to the servant girl first, saying: "I will come first this time, and you will replace me next time."

Scar remembered that he was the first one last time, so he readily agreed: "Okay."

Soldier No.3 was a bearded man, so he reluctantly agreed.

The tall man strode over immediately and stopped beside Li Hansu's body. His tall body cast a shadow in front of Xiuniang. Meaning, suddenly flinched and took a step back.

"Don't hide." The Mongolian soldier said with a smirk, "I will love you very much!"

Song Zhi raised her head belatedly, and looked up at the culprit who killed her mother. He panicked for a moment, but it was soon replaced by greater anger and hatred. Cursed: "Bad guy, you give back my mother! You give back my mother!"

The tall man frowned, and with a wave of his hand, Song Zhi fell to the ground with a killing intent on his face.

Song Zhi hit her head on the ground, fell dizzy, and her mouth and nose were bleeding.

At this moment, Xiu Niang suddenly made a sound, trying to show a flattering and seductive smile, and softly called: "Master Jun."

Xiu Niang was originally a maidservant of a great family, and she behaved differently from a village woman in the countryside. Although she described herself as a mess at the moment, her foundation was still there. She was not yet thirty, and under her deliberate manipulation, those seductive eyes were really amorous Ten thousand kinds.

The tall soldier was immediately attracted by her cat-like voice, stopped in his footsteps, left Song Zhi immediately, and turned his head.

Because of the fear and humiliation, Xiu Niang's lips were bitten white, she pretended to be shy and lowered her head timidly: "Master Jun, slave...it's broad daylight..."

The tall man suddenly laughed knowingly: "Okay, then let's change places!" As he spoke, he leaned over and picked up Xiu Niang, and walked towards the bushes beside the road.

"Xiuniang!" Song Zhi recovered from her dizziness, and when she saw Xiuniang being taken away by the soldiers, she yelled in panic.

Seeing that the tall man was about to turn his head, Xiu Niang quickly raised one hand to hook his neck, and the other hand caressed his chest, full of tenderness.

After calming down the tall soldier, Xiu Niang showed a pair of eyes from his shoulders, and stared back at Song Zhi firmly, her eyes were filled with a captivating light, as if she had given birth to great courage and infinite perseverance in a desperate situation.

How could a weak maidservant have such stunning eyes.

Song Zhi was stared at by her, and the voice in his throat could no longer come out. He covered his mouth and stared blankly at Xiu Niang being carried further and further away, even holding back his tears.It wasn't until the two disappeared into the bushes that Song Zhi gritted her teeth and wiped away the tears on her face with the back of her dirty hand.

I must not die, Song Zhi thought.

After Xiuniang was carried into the bushes, she lost her voice. Although Song Zhi was only 13 years old, she understood what was going on inside. As time passed, Song Zhi's heart sank a little bit, and she became more and more desperate.

Scar and Beard who stayed outside muttered impatiently:

"Why isn't he well yet, won't he kill people?"

"If he killed someone, wouldn't he be eating alone?"

The two were talking, when suddenly there was a neighing sound of a horse behind them, and the horse's hooves stepped on the smooth ground of the official road with a "da da", and the sound was particularly crisp.

"Who?" Scar shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, a white figure appeared at the end of the official road. It was a snow-white horse without a trace of variegation. It was a young man about fifteen years old, wearing an ermine robe and deerskin. Boots, with a long knife at the waist.

The boy's frame is larger than that of ordinary boys. He is obviously a Mongolian, but he has not shaved his hair like a Mongolian. His eyebrows are thick, the tails of his eyebrows are raised, and his eyelids are slightly drooping. .

The two low-ranking soldiers knew immediately at the first sight that this must be the son of some important person, so they hurried forward and gave a military salute.

The young white horse was as arrogant as its owner, and it vented its nostrils at the two soldiers.

"What are you doing?" The young man glanced at Li Hansu's body next to him, and Song Zhi, who had blood on his face, and asked in substandard Chinese.

The two soldiers smiled mischievously, not knowing what the young master meant, and said with a bearded man, "That Han man was disobedient, so I punished him a little bit."

"Punishment?" The Mongolian boy seemed unable to understand such a complicated vocabulary.

Scar then explained it in Mongolian.

Only then did the young man understand, and he glanced at the filthy Song Zhi, what could such helpless women and children need to be punished for?

He knew in his heart that the two soldiers were killing the Han people indiscriminately, and he said in a vague way: "Don't you know that General Boyan has issued an order not to allow the massacre of Han people at will?"

Scar's face was a bit ugly, and he flattered him: "Yes, this subordinate understands."

The young man glanced back, but the carriage hadn't followed, so he drove the horse up to Song Zhi, and asked condescendingly:

"Han children, let me ask you, did they kill your mother?"

Song Zhi looked up vigilantly, not knowing why the Mongolian boy asked such a question, she nodded cautiously for a while.

The Mongolian boy smiled slightly, with a bit of hostility in his brows, and said, "Then I'll kill them and avenge your mother, okay?"

The faces of the bearded man and Scar suddenly changed, not only because of the boy's words, but also because a carriage was slowly driving over at the end of the official road, pulled by five horses, it was clearly a second-rank official.

The carriage stopped not far away, and the groom looked towards the young man, obviously he was on the same road as the young man.

The Mongolian boy had already steered his horse towards them, with a smile on his lips: "Since the general has given the order, you still act like this. If you violate the military order, you should be dealt with according to the military law... If the general is not around, I will carry it out for him."

The two were still about to argue, but the young man raised the knife and dropped it neatly. A bloody head immediately rolled down from the bearded man's neck, and the blood spattered three feet.

Dao Scar turned pale with fright, his eyes filled with fear, if he was afraid of his identity as a young man just now, he is now afraid of his sword skills.Dao Scar fell to his knees with a thud, and begged for mercy in a trembling voice: "My lord, I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong!"

Some disgust flashed in the Mongolian boy's eyes, and he said softly: "Trash." At the same time, he waved his hand, and the sharp blade cut the scar in two without mercy.

If the actions of the three soldiers just now were villains, then this young man was almost a devil in Song Zhi's eyes. He had to cover his mouth with great effort to keep from spitting it out.

The Mongolian boy glanced at him: "Worse than waste, living is a waste of food."

Song Zhi bit her lip and held a stone in her hand. Although it was useless to the young man, it comforted him somewhat.

The Mongolian boy raised his knife, and the blade was still stained with the blood of two Mongolian soldiers. He frowned in disgust, took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe it, and at the same time looked down at the boy on the ground.

The young man has slender eyebrows, and on his skinny cheeks due to malnutrition, a pair of black and white eyes are distinct. His face is stained with blood, dirty and stained, and he is biting his lip tightly. Facing an enemy that is impossible to defeat, he is so frightened that his hands are trembling. The ground trembled, but he refused to give in, nor begged for mercy, he was extremely stubborn.

At this moment, Xiu Niang, who was being carried into the bushes, suddenly rushed out, her speed was like a flying arrow, and she rushed to Song Zhi like a baby guard.

"Xiu Niang!" Song Zhi exclaimed in surprise.

Xiuniang held Song Zhi in her arms, protected him with her body, and kept stroking Song Zhi's back with her hands to comfort him for a while: "Master, it's okay...it's okay, don't be afraid, Xiuniang will protect you..."

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Note: The second year of Jingyan, Emperor Duanzong of the Southern Song Dynasty, was the 14th year of the Yuan Dynasty to the Yuan Dynasty, that is, 1277 AD. The Pujiang River was not far southwest of Lin’an City. Now two years, even if I go to Lin'an first, it will be a year since the city of Lin'an was broken and then I fled south. I shouldn't have only walked such a small distance, but this is to let Song Zhineng meet his nobleman... If he goes further, he won't be able to touch him arrive.

This article is a fictitious story in a real background. The characters and events are all true and false. If you are not clear, the author will mark it. If you have any questions, you can ask in the comment area, and you will reply when you see it.

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