In 1127 AD, the barbarian Jurchen clan from the north captured Bianjing. In addition to burning, killing and looting, they also captured Song Huizong, Song Qinzong and his son, as well as a large number of Zhao family members, concubines, nobles, and courtiers. A total of more than 3,000 people went north to the Kingdom of Jin. All public and private savings in the city of Tokyo were wiped out. Known in history as the shame of Jingkang——
Fragment one:
Outside Shangjing City, a column of troops rushed towards a wooden house as if there was no one around. They searched everywhere under the instructions of the leading sergeant Centurion, but found nothing. The Centurion looked around, paused, told the soldiers around him something, and then walked into the city in a hurry.
It is not difficult for those who are interested to find that the number of soldiers in the pair has obviously changed when they came and left, not to mention the person who has been observing them in the dark.
Zhao Jin looked around and found that although there were ambushes inside the house, there were no secret sentries guarding the walls. She raised a corner of her mouth contemptuously and said to herself: Jin Wushu has been able to repeatedly inflict heavy losses on the Song army after marching and fighting for so many years. This is not a miracle. However, thinking that facing such a careless opponent, the Song Dynasty ended up moving its capital, I couldn't help but sigh again.
Zhao Jin, who was thinking to himself, was not aware of the stranger's approach at all, and fell down as soon as his body sank.
Fragment two:
"Who are you and where are you?" Zhao Jin asked, looking at the woman in front of him.
However, the woman didn't say a word and just stood quietly at the head of the bed.
The door creaked open, and Zhao Jin saw a stalwart body coming toward him. He was carrying a light, so Zhao Jin couldn't see his face. The sudden light made Zhao Jin look away unbearably. The woman who was standing at the head of the bed leaned down and said, "See the emperor."
Hearing another noise, Zhao Jin felt that the light in the room had weakened, and a big hand forcefully turned her face away. Such a close distance made Zhao Jin choke, and the man's insightful eyes also made Zhao Jin want to run away.
"I know you," Zhao Jin heard him say, "a trophy sent by the Song Dynasty. Am I right, Kang Le Zongji?"
Fragment three:
Although Zhao Jin has never been with the child, fed him, or even held him since he was born, none of this means that Zhao Jin does not miss him or love him. No matter who his father is, the child is always right.
But today, when Zhao Jin saw the flesh and blood of her ten-month pregnancy looking at her with hatred, she felt a pain that was like gouging out her heart. What had Jin Wushu done to the child in the past few years? He had already learned to hate others at such a young age? This article is a one-on-one story where two pigs, a man and a woman, hurt each other and fall in love with each other.