Chapter 1158 Oops, Dressed as Pan Jinlian (73)

And when dusk was approaching, Yang Zhi came back from the outside and brought another piece of news.

Gao Youhe used to be the imperial envoy of Qinghe Town. He took the credit of Qinghe Town, and now he has been promoted two ranks and became Minister of the Ministry of Rites.

"Oh..." Xia Qiu listened calmly, with no expression of joy or anger.

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When he arrived at Jinling City, Xia Qiu had really arrived at the place.

She took the secret decree to go to the governor's place to exchange for what Zhao Jing promised her.

She gave money to the Escort team, so it was time to go back to Kyoto, but Wu Song wanted to leave, but Xia Qiu persuaded him to stay, and finally chose to stay in Jinling City.

A large courtyard with four entrances, a thousand acres of fertile land, plus the gold, silver and jewelry bestowed by Zhao Jing, you will never have to worry about food and drink in this life. The reputation of Miss Xia, who is mysterious and has a deep background in Jinling City, has gradually spread around Jinling go.

People in Jinling are elegant, and they like to follow the atmosphere of the capital when they encounter everything. Xiaqiu’s here, maybe it’s Zhao Jing. Every year, someone sends her the latest dresses and fabrics, so the daughters of the entire Jinling City like to play with Xiaqiu, and they like to play with her. Imitate her attire.

And here in Jinling, Xiaoquer pipa is also popular. When I am in the mood, Xia Qiu wrote a few Cipai poems that are not available in this world, and they are widely circulated on the banks of the Qinhuai River.

She also made a confidant, a woman from a brothel by the Qinhuai River. Although she was a prostitute, this woman was cynical when she spoke, but she had customs in her bones, and she had no ambitions.

Having money, power, and a life, Xia Qiu thinks that Pan Jinlian's most dreamed life is also like this.

Xia Qiu lived in Jinling City until the second year. During this period, the birthday card was robbed, and the Water Margin 108 will be forced to become bandits one after another. In the end, they all followed Song Jiang to join Xia Qiu.

Xia Qiu wrote letters to Zhao Jing and also helped these people clean up their crimes.

She wrote to Zhao Jing about Jinling, about the customs and customs here, about the brothel girls she met, and about why Song Jiang and the others came to this point.

Zhao Jing would come back occasionally, and he would talk about how boring he was in the capital, how he ruled the world, but he was so cold at a high place, and he said he envied you.

Leaving the palace that day, Xia Qiu saw Zhao Ning, and when Xia Qiu was still in Qinghe Town earlier, in order to appease the party, Zhao Jing had already made Zhao Ning his queen.

Xia Qiu smiled and let Zhao Jing come to Jinling to play in his spare time.

Zhao Jing didn't return.

The poor guard who communicated thousands of miles away became a channel for the two of them to communicate with each other.

Song Jiang and the others were released quickly, and news of Cai Jing and Liang Zhongshu's beheading came within half a month in the capital.

Although the entire Great Song Dynasty seemed to be prosperous, its roots had already been swallowed up by moths.

So Xia Qiu could see very clearly that all that Zhao Jing and her had done could only maintain the current situation for two or three years.

In the third year, Zhao Jing's letters came even less, and Xia Qiu only picked some interesting things around him to share with him, and never mentioned the government affairs.

After autumn, the Northern Rong invaded, and the Song army retreated steadily. In the end, the royal family could only abandon Bianliang and retreat to the south bank of the Yellow River, where Jinling was the capital.

Jinling City suddenly became crowded.

After three years, Xia Qiu finally saw Zhao Jing again.

In her memory, Zhao Jing was still the young emperor, but when they met again, he was much older than she thought.

The deep wrinkles between the thick black eyebrows twisted into a river, as if they were branded between his eyebrows.

He came from the north with exhausted carriages and horses, even though he was dressed in bright yellow, the exhaustion of being at the end of the road was still engraved in Zhao Jing's bones.