Chapter 1,764 This Is the Song Dynasty

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Early the next morning, after Zhao Shu got up, he walked out of the tent and looked at the remaining stars in the sky in trance. Chen Zhongheng slept like a pig at night and was waiting with swollen eyes.

This journey was so hard that he fell unconscious as soon as he fell down last night.

Now he felt lazy all over and his mind was empty.

This feeling is rather world-weary.

But Chen Zhongheng is not afraid.

It didn't take long for him to be smiling.

A certain Yan Yue!

You wait for someone to go back.

After washing up, it’s breakfast.

"Your Majesty, this is all we have."

Two marriage officers brought breakfast.

But it’s just a bowl.

This is the standard configuration for emperor travel.

One person is holding the bowl, and the other is watching from the side to prevent the person holding the bowl from poisoning.

There is soup cake in the bowl, steaming hot.

"There are actually fish?"

Zhao Shu saw a small fish and a piece of mutton, which made him appetite.

In the past few days, he had just been on the road, eating only dry food and drinking water. He only got supplies from Fan Yang once. He still remembered the expressions of the soldiers guarding Fan Yang when they saw him.

Shock, plus ecstasy.

The warriors... are loyal.

He nodded slightly, but knew that he needed means to maintain this loyalty.

But how to proceed with this matter, he still had to figure it out slowly.

After taking a bite of the soup cake, he couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Who made it?"

So delicious!

He swore he had never tasted such delicious soup cakes.

"It's Shen Longtu."

Zhao Shu smiled and said, "I knew it was him."

The marriage officer said: "Shen Longtu said that there are many people with many hands, and others are afraid that they will not do their best."

Zhao Shu nodded slightly and ate slowly.

Why not do your best?

Who would dare to be a chef who doesn't cook for an emperor like him?

Shen An was worried that it would be unsafe due to the large number of people here.

This is loyalty.

Zhao Shu ate the soup cake and then changed his clothes.

Today he will enter the city and appease the people of Youzhou along the way.

He walked out of the tent and made his way to the front.

A huge array has taken shape.

The soldiers polished their armor and weapons, and put on clean clothes.

In the morning light, the array was silent.

Shen An and others stepped forward to salute. Zhao Shu smiled and said, "I just want to take a look today. You just have to go and do something."

Han Qi asked: "What are you waiting for?"

Shen An pointed to the horizon and said, "We still have to wait for the morning sun."

"good sign!"

Fu Bi couldn't help but praise: "Today's Song Dynasty is like the rising sun, but the people of Liao Dynasty are declining."

Zhao Shu said with a smile: "That's right."

When the first ray of morning sun appeared in the east, Shen An nodded, and a group of sergeants in front set off.

They walked over slowly carrying various sacrificial things.

A flash of purple shone on the top of the city, and the people in the city came out and stood on both sides of the street.

Yelvxiu was also brought out and stood in the middle of the group of people who had revolted yesterday.

"They're coming."

Under the morning sun, the team of sergeants came slowly.

A table was placed in the middle of the street.

The sergeants who came first carried the sacrifices and slowly placed them on the table.

Then someone lit the incense candle, and the smoke began to fade.

One person placed a tablet on the table, and the surrounding area was boiling instantly.

"It's the memorial tablet for the victims of Youzhou."

Someone was talking excitedly.

As the news spread, Yelvxiu found that many people had tears in their eyes.

An old man choked and said: "Those people! They kept resisting and then were killed."

He looked at the people around him and said, "Some of your ancestors died in Youzhou. At that time, the Liao people were brutal in the land of Youyan and killed people at every turn. Those Han'er who were unwilling to give in frequently revolted and were killed every time. It won’t take long, and someone else will take the lead... Just like that, they will be killed..."

The atmosphere became more and more solemn.

The old man took a few breaths and said, "I thought no one in the world would remember them anymore. Who would have thought that the Song Dynasty would be so thoughtful and remember to pay homage to them."

As he walked out, a sergeant wanted to stop him, but the spy on the other side shook his head and stopped him.

The old man came out, knelt down tremblingly, kowtowed, and when he raised his head again, he shouted: "Dad, brother, the soul is back!"

The old man looked like he was seventy to eighty years old. He kowtowed repeatedly, and a sergeant came over to help him up.

"Da Song remembers you!"

The old man cried uncontrollably.

The people in Youzhou are all thinking about the words passed down from their families.

In the land of Youyan, Han'er never surrendered to the Liao people.

They gradually got used to the rule of the Liao people, and the old man's words suddenly opened up those memories.

"salute!"

The sergeants at the front were saluting.

The tablets were blurred in the smoke.

Someone murmured: "We are Han'er!"

"We are originally Han'er."

"Someone can also write the characters of Song Dynasty."

"A certain person can memorize many poems."

"..."

An indescribable sense of identity is gradually emerging.

Yelvxiu stood there and suddenly sneered: "Liar!"

Duan Xiping looked back at him and said seriously: "Our ancestors came from the Han and Tang Dynasties. At that time, your ancestors could only bow their heads and call the emperor Khan."

Yelu Xiu blushed and said, "But what about those with Liao blood?"

Duan Xiping smiled and said: "Haven't you heard? What is a Han'er? If you identify with the Song Dynasty, you are a Han'er."

Yelvxiu kept chattering to himself and said, "What kind of god is this? You can tell people are being deceived at first glance."

Duan Xiping chuckled, "The gods we are waiting for are our ancestors, our ancestors. At this moment, many people have found their ancestors."

yes!

In this sacrifice, they found their ancestors.

Those old people were telling people around them what happened back then based on their memories or personal experiences.

The sergeants were moving the cases.

They carried the case to the side.

The next step is to enter the city.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The sound of footsteps shook the ground, and everyone couldn't help but lean out and look in the direction of the city gate.

A big flag suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The song flag is flying!

The giant man walking in front had a gray beard and hair, and he was extremely proud at this moment.

The entire army was the first to enter Youzhou City, and he was the one holding the flag. This honor was enough to go home and show off to his children and grandchildren.

Then came the neat array of infantry.

These infantrymen had gone through many fights, and their eyes were indifferent, as if nothing in the world could concern them.

Their feet lifted slightly, then stepped down.

Bang!

The sound of countless footsteps gathered together, deafening.

The polished armor gleamed, and the newly polished swords and guns shone with a cold light.

The entire array came overwhelmingly.

Everyone couldn't help but let out an ooh, and then their bodies were shocked by the power. They wanted to retreat, but they were extremely reluctant to let go, so they staggered.

The flag waved violently.

It takes a giant man to control such a big flag, but to wave it freely, one needs to be extremely strong.

Wang Que is the best candidate.

He opened his mouth and sang with all his strength.

"How can I say that I have no clothes, but I share the same robe with you..."

"How can I say that I have no clothes, but I share the same robe with you?"

The huge sound was like thunder roaring, low, but extremely exciting.

"This is... Wuyi!"

A child cheered, "I remember, I can memorize..."

He held his head high and sang along seriously.

"The king raised his army, repaired my sword and spear, and shared the same hatred with me."

This is a poem that originated more than a thousand years ago. Even after a thousand years, it still makes people's hearts swell.

More and more people sang along.

Duan Xiping said proudly: "Dalang, Erlang, there was internal strife in the Zhou Dynasty a thousand years ago, so that foreign barbarians invaded and were in danger. The Qin State at that time was Qin Xianggong. Yes, Qin Xianggong's fiefdom was nearby, so we raised troops to fight together. Foreigners!"

Duan Tao was not good at reading, but Duan Feng was good at it. He raised his head and asked, "Dad, then... there is some meaning in keeping brothers against the wall and defending against their insults."

Duan Xiping nodded, "Yes, no matter how many disputes there are, when there is a foreign enemy, Han'er and I should join hands to fight against the enemy!"

"How can I say that I have no clothes? I am in the same boat as my son."

Duan Xiping and his son sang along loudly.

Yelu Xiu looked at this scene blankly.

Thousands of years ago?

What was the Central Plains like thousands of years ago?

He vaguely remembered what someone said...

Thousands of years ago, the Central Plains was very scary. Large armies frequently left the fortress, and the tribes outside the fortress migrated thousands of miles away.

Han'er at that time...

He looked at the people singing.

"The king raised his army, repaired my spear and halberd, and worked with me together."

The Liao Kingdom had long been assimilated culturally, especially among its nobility and officials.

Moreover, they also have imperial examinations, and they still need to take the exams, and they also need to use them to become officials.

So he understood the meaning of the poem.

Who said we have no clothes to wear? Wear that clothes with you. Trim my spear and halberd, and we'll set out together.

The people in Youzhou City sang loudly along with excitement.

The timing of this poem is perfect.

At this moment, let the people of Youzhou know that we are brothers, fighting the enemy side by side.

"How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same clothes with you. When the king raised his army, he repaired my armor and soldiers and went with him."

Let us fight side by side!

A huge cheer erupted in the city.

Outside the city, Zhao Shu and the ministers who were waiting were shocked by the deafening singing.

At the city gate, Chen Zhongheng stood on tiptoe and looked in, then turned around and ran over.

"Your Majesty! The people in Youzhou City are singing along! It looks so lively!"

Zhao Shu smiled and said, "My blood boils with excitement as I listen to it. It's a great choice."

Han Qi sighed, "Shen An said what song he wanted to sing, and I thought it was good when I heard it."

But last night he heard the soldiers in the camp singing in a low voice, and said it was very noisy.

Fu Bi sneered, feeling that this man was really shameless.

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"His Majesty!"

The marriage officials at the city entrance suddenly separated and stood in two rows.

This is to welcome His Majesty the Emperor of the Song Dynasty to the city.

Zhao Shu gently spurred his horse, and the horse moved forward slowly.

A little later, Han Qi and others followed.

The doorway was a little cloudy and damp, and Zhao Shu couldn't help but frown slightly.

Ahead is the exit.

Two rows of cavalry composed of marriage officers were guiding them on the left and right.

The war horse walked out of the city gate with elegant steps.

Light is coming.

"Long live!"

Countless cheers.

and countless waving arms.

this moment.

This is the Song Dynasty!