If this young man is really an official... Could it be that for the Northern Expedition, the officials gave up even these small luxuries in food? Yang Yizhong sighed, with such an official, why worry about the failure of the Northern Expedition?

After breakfast, the students gathered in twos and threes, crossed the "road" where no horses were seen at all, and returned to the vermilion tower. At this time, the three gates were open, and there was an endless stream of tourists. Yang

Yizhong followed everyone into the city gate, and then he raised his eyes and saw the plaque on the inner gate.

The Forbidden City Museum. This name made Yang Yizhong a little flustered. Forbidden City, which dynasty was the Forbidden City? As the teachers of the schoolchildren said, there is no emperor in this country, and the palace city can be used by people to come and go at will? But the museum is

What do you mean? Moreover, that small group of elites turned back to the inner city and disappeared after raising the flag. Who are they? Which family's soldiers they are? Since the red flag was raised in front of the palace, it must be of great significance. The red gold star is

Which country's flag?

Countless question marks circled the Yangyi Center, but no one could answer them. Zhao Jiu and his classmates passed the security check with their ID cards, passed the Meridian Gate, walked all the way forward, and jogged up the slope behind the Meridian Gate.

Spread out in front of the Tai Chi Hall and move around freely.

There were too many people on the central axis. Zhao Jiu, who was not visiting the Forbidden City for the first time, avoided the three main halls and went to the Wenhua Hall on the west side to read calligraphy and paintings. Yang Yizhong followed Zhao Jiu into the calligraphy and painting hall, displaying

The lighting in the room was soft, and the cultural relics lay quietly in the display cabinets, which once again shocked the imperial commander of the Song Dynasty.

So many precious paintings and calligraphy... Yan Zhenqing's "Zhushan Hall Lianju Album", Gu Kaizhi's "Pictures of Women's Benevolence and Wisdom", Zhou Fang's Pictures of Ladies, and many other works. He did not know the names of the authors, but he could compare them with those of Yan Zhenqing, Gu Kaizhi and others.

Those in the same column are naturally not mediocre and inferior works. Looking at the labels under the exhibits, they all have the year, author, and introduction.

Yang Yizhong did not know all the glyphs, but he still knew the character "Song". What is intriguing is that these exhibits are also divided into Northern Song Dynasty and Southern Song Dynasty... This made him a little annoyed. The officials had clearly attacked Zhongdu and recovered it.

The hometown of Yanyun, which even Taizu could not capture, came from the Southern Song Dynasty! Wait, how come the hometown of the official family has a history of the Qin, Han, Tang and Song Dynasties? And this painting... He looked at the author and felt a twitch in his heart.

"'Hibiscus and Golden Pheasants', Song Huizong's flowers and birds." Zhao Jiu stared at the painting and curled her lips. "The painting is good, but the person is really a bad person."

A classmate said disdainfully: "The two emperors of Hui and Qin are a disgrace among men. Who approves and who opposes them?"

"Oh, the shame of Jingkang, the backbone of the entire country was beaten to pieces, relatives were robbed, killed and humiliated. If I had hung them with a rope earlier, they would still be able to live in Five Kingdoms City for so many years." Zhao Jiu

He sneered.

"He actually thought about committing suicide, but it's too late to dare." Another female classmate took over the words coolly: "He is an excellent calligrapher and painter. As emperor, I can only say that he pitied the Song Dynasty."

Everyone scolded the Zhao family and his son with their words. Yang Yizhong was full of treacherous and treasonous words, and he could only stand and think, insulting the two saints with such witty words, he was worthy of being a member of the official family.

People. This group of young students did not care about the face of the Tian family at all, and they were heart-wrenching with each sentence. While they were sighing, they only heard people scolding "Song Gaozong" again.

"Wanyan Gou, this person is not a thing." Zhao Jiu said smoothly, but he didn't know that the surname Wanyan almost frightened Yang Yizhong.

"Otherwise? Even if a dog becomes the emperor, it will be more useful than him."

"At least a dog can't trick Yue Fei into killing him with twelve gold medals."

"No dog can write 'Chen Gou Yan' to the golden man."

Yang Yizhong tried his best to comfort himself at first, that "Gaozong Wanyan Gou" might be the pseudo-emperor of Jin Renli, just like the Liu family and his son in Jinan, but when a student cursed "Zhao Ji, his father and his son"

"Every one is rubbish than the other, and Zhao Gou is especially rubbish", he can no longer pretend to be even a little bit, he just feels that the world is illusory and everything is ridiculous!

The officials loved Yue Fei as much as they cherished their own siblings, so how could they kill him? How could the officials submit to the Jin people when Baima Shaoxing would rather die than make peace with him? How could the officials pacify the north and defeat the Jin people, so how could Jiangbei be devastated and peaceful?

A corner?

In other words, if the official did not come, if it was still the official who did not forget to look for Huanyi Niang during his escape, or if he was still the official who was so drunk that he only wanted to settle down in Yangzhou, the Song Dynasty would be destroyed as these students said.

The spine is broken, unable to recover after a fall, good generals have no place to use, loyal ministers are exposed to the light of day, and are slowly heading towards destruction?

He was excited and suddenly thought about it. The races, languages, and characters are all similar, and the history is the same. Moreover, they all consider themselves to be from China...

"Is this so..." Yang Yizhong murmured, almost crying. God will not abandon me, the Song Dynasty. How lucky they are to have an official family!

Yang Yizhong silently recited those words, Song, Yuan, Ming, Qing, Republic of China, Republic of China. He relied on the few words displayed in some exhibit information, the history class for primary school students under the monument, as well as Yuyuantan, Lotus Pond,

There is even a place name called "Jinzhongdu Road", which spells out a solution.

That’s it. This is where officials live, thousands of years from now.

No wonder I came here. He was relieved. Although the world is different and times have changed, Yanjing, a thousand years later, is still the land of China, and it is still so magnificent and prosperous. It turns out that the official family comes from such a country and such a world, no wonder

, no wonder.

He slowly opened his eyes. He had a good night's sleep and felt refreshed. "Did Zhengfu sleep well last night?" Zhao Jiu obviously drank too much last night and was still a little shaky now. She saw him coming in full of energy.

, slightly surprised.

"So that the officials will know that I had a sweet dream last night." Yang Yizhong cupped his hands.

"What are you dreaming about?" Zhao Jiu asked smoothly.

"I dreamed that I was traveling to Yanjing with my officials." He paused and then added casually: "The city of Beijing is prosperous and magnificent, and the people are prosperous and healthy, just like a fairyland."

Zhao Jiu froze there. After a moment, he smiled and said, "Really? I also had a dream."

"What do officials dream about?" Zhao Jiu looked at him without saying a word. The king and his ministers looked at each other for a long time, and slowly started to laugh.

Azolla

Traveling in Beijing at night, I learned a little about the relationship between monarchs and ministers. I looked at the red flag waving at the top of the city, and the blue sky was picturesque. After ten years of sharpening the sword to test the frost blade, I thought about China through the vicissitudes of thousands of years. The children listened to old stories in front of the monument and held plain flowers.

What happened here was like a dragon; over there, there was a turmoil. Count the emperors, generals, and prime ministers, who is the biggest sinner. The people went north with blood on their necks, and the rivers went east with endless tears. Later, people wrote about a dream and gossip.

Note 1: They are all the names of the palaces in Zhongdu, Jin Dynasty. In the Shao and Song Dynasties, it was the fourth prince who completed the move of the capital. In the earlier year, Wanyan Liang, King Hailing of Jin Dynasty in the Jin Dynasty, moved the capital to Yanjing and established Zhongdu in 1151. Jin Xizong Wanyan Dan

The establishment of Wanning Palace was in 1140. The Shao Song Dynasty broke through Taiyuan on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month in the ninth year of Jianyan (1135), and invaded Yanjing in the following year. However, when the fourth prince moved the capital to Yanjing, the palace of Jin Zhongdu should be

It has been built and can be borrowed for use. It will not take three to five years to build the Forbidden City.

Note 2: The Jinzhongdu ruins are located in today’s Fengtai District, not far from the Lotus Pond and Yuyuantan. There was a Lotus River in the Jin Dynasty, and Yuyuantan was also a famous scenic spot in the Jin Dynasty.

Note 3: The time of the flag-raising ceremony in Tiananmen Square varies according to the season, but the earliest the Forbidden City opens is at 8:30, and the National Museum is at 9:00. There will be a period of time in between. I wanted to write about the National Museum, which has a complete Song History exhibition, but the works of Song Huizong are not included in the exhibition.
Chapter completed!