The Ninth Princess of the Emperor

run!!!

Run as hard as you can, as fast as you can, and as far as you can!!

This is the only thought in my mind at this moment!

The flesh and blood on the twisted and terrifying evil spirit is still melting, very quickly, and it has turned into a mass of unclear shape and blurred flesh and blood. It can be predicted that when the other party is completely integrated into the underground, it will probably reappear again.

When it appeared, Wushuang and I could deal with the first one, but not the second one.

It's a pity that no matter how anxious the thoughts in my heart are, I can't overcome the lack of strength in my body. All the strength in my body has been drained away, and my muscles are so sore. I am no longer tortured all the time. How can I stand up? In the end, I can only stand up.

I could rely on Wushuang. After Wushuang struggled to get up, he lifted me up from the ground and limped forward.

Only then did I notice that Wushuang was lame on one leg. It seemed that he had sprained his ankle while overturning the evil thing, which greatly delayed his speed.

Woo la la...

The dark wind that had long since disappeared appeared out of nowhere, coming from behind the two of us, causing the forest to make a "roaring" sound.

In the cold wind, an erratic and cold female voice sounded in our ears.

"Little Master, you can't get out like this. There are at least two cups of tea away from here, and it... will wake up in at most one stick of incense. If you keep running like this, you will die."

"..."

The female voice spoke with a strange accent, a bit like the dialect spoken in Luoyang today, but not exactly the same. It was the Mandarin of the Song Dynasty, the so-called Luoyi Zhengyin, which was the ancient Mandarin.

Although it's a bit awkward, at least I can understand it.

Wushuang paused with his feet, and his body immediately tensed upright. The muscles on his arms were like rocks. The handle of Mo Dao creaked when he held it, but his voice was trembling a little. He lowered his voice and said to me: "Brother

, what should I do? Another obstacle is coming, I...I can’t fight it anymore, how are you?"

"I can't move even more. It's difficult to move my fingers now..."

I sighed with a sad face, and then said: "You can't beat me, so don't rush to do it. Let's listen to what the other party says. This should be the tone of the singer who sang and sang the night before.

They are exactly the same, obviously sane, and different from the ones we have seen. For some unknown reason, they are not controlled by that unknown evil thing. Maybe... they are not here to kill themselves!"

I couldn't imitate the so-called Luoyi Zhengyin, and I didn't care whether the other party understood it or not, so I simply asked in Mandarin without looking back: "Who are you?"

The woman behind didn't answer and asked instead: "From the accent of Xiao Langjun, he must be from the Tanzhou area, right? It's just that he has been ruled by Hu'er for a long time, and even the local accent is a bit unfamiliar, and it doesn't sound like the area of ​​​​Tanzhou.

It’s my son’s words.”

Tanzhou is the area around the capital today. During the Song Dynasty, it belonged to the Sixteenth Prefecture of Yanyun. It was not under the jurisdiction of the Northern Song Dynasty, but was the territory of the Liao Kingdom. After the Jin Dynasty destroyed the Liao Dynasty, it became the territory of the Jin Kingdom.

The so-called Tanzhou dialect is probably the BJ dialect. However, the BJ dialect in the Song Dynasty is somewhat different from the current one. But in the final analysis, it is the pronunciation brewed by the thousands of years of exchanges between the Youyan Han people after they were brought to the Northeast. Or is it

There are huge similarities. We speak Mandarin, which has something in common with BJ’s dialect, so the other party mistakenly thinks that we are Tanzhou people who are influenced by the Hu language and have forgotten the local accent.

There is a line in history that goes like this in poetry - The Han people are talking nonsense, but they are cursing the Han people at the top of the city.

Although this poem was written by a poet in the late Tang Dynasty, it definitely conforms to the relationship between the Han people and the Song people in the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun during the Northern Song Dynasty.

Most of the time, people in the Song Dynasty actually hated the Han people in the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun.

Combining all the discoveries we made along the way, I have already made a guess about the origin of this woman. I would never dare to offend her at this time. After thinking about it, I simply stopped speaking Mandarin and instead spoke

In Shanxi dialect, he said calmly: "I am not from Tanzhou, but from Huanzhou. I was forced to be ruled by Hu'er, but how dare I forget Han'er's local accent?"

Huanzhou is the eastern part of Shuozhou, Shanxi Province now, and it also belongs to the Sixteenth Prefecture of Yanyun.

The Sanjin dialect is one of the dialects that retains the most ancient sounds and is the most complete. It should not be much different from the Huanzhou dialect of the Song Dynasty.

Sure enough, the other party fell silent after hearing this.

After a long time, the other party spoke quietly, and his tone had changed drastically. It was a bit cold before, but now it unknowingly carried a trace of sadness.

"I am the ninth daughter of the emperor... Oh, so what if I mention it now? The so-called royal family is just a joke. In the end, I am the same as you. We are both down and out in this foreign land..."

"..."

The ninth daughter of the emperor!?

I was stunned for a moment, and then I remembered who this person was behind me.

In the shame of Jingkang, twenty-one daughters of Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty were abducted, and the ninth princess was among them. Her real name was Zhao Yuanzhu, and she was titled Emperor Yifu. After this person entered the Jin Kingdom, she was occupied by Wanyan Zongbi, and this Wanyan Zongbi was

The famous Jin Wushu disappeared without reason, as if evaporating out of thin air, becoming an eternal mystery. Among the twenty-one daughters of Song Huizong who were abducted, the rest of the results and encounters are more or less the same.

There are some written records, but she did not. She only mentioned one sentence in "Nan Zheng Lu Hui" - In February of the second year of Jingkang, Emperor Yifu became ill.

Nothing else!

It turns out that she was probably brought here to be sacrificed directly after she fell seriously ill, just like the royal prince we saw being sacrificed before!!

After confirming this level and getting closer to the other party through roundabout ways, I finally turned around cautiously with Wu Shuang's help. I didn't look back rashly before, just because I was worried about irritating the other party.

About twenty or thirty meters behind him, an extremely thin-looking woman stood lightly on the ground.

She didn't have the gorgeous palace attire that I imagined for a royal concubine. She only had a plain white undergarment with her long hair hanging loose. She was not beautiful, but a little weak. I didn't feel the ghostly aura or evil aura in her body.

Looking at each other for a moment, Zhao Yuanzhu turned his head and glanced at the evil thing next to him, and suddenly said: "There is no time, you come with me!!"

As soon as the words fell, all I could see was a dark figure and clothes in front of me. The next moment, Zhao Yuanzhu was at my side, and a cold hand patted my shoulder.

Wushuang next to me subconsciously wanted to swing the Mo Dao, but I immediately suppressed it with one hand. The muscles in my arm were so sore that I couldn't help but feel my eyelids twitching.

Such a high moral practice!!

Such a Taoist person is higher than Wushuang and I. Even if we work together when we are free, we may not be able to deal with it, let alone now!!

The corners of my mouth twitched and I asked in a low voice: "Where are you... taking me?"

"Take you to find a way to survive, now is the best opportunity!"

Zhao Yuanzhu grabbed me with one hand and tapped Wu Shuang's clothes with her other hand. The two big men were like two rag dolls in her hands. She lifted them up easily and carried us far away.

Gone.

Seeing that she didn't ask us whether we were happy or not, I sighed inwardly and stopped trying to make trouble for myself. Instead, I asked: "What kind of place is this? What... is that thing?"

?”

Zhao Yuanzhu said concisely and concisely: "The thing where the Jin people worship the gods... is their holy spirit. You will know what it is when we get there later."

After saying this, she asked: "Who is the emperor now?"

I gave her a strange look, and suddenly realized, it seems...she is not awake all the time, but I didn't dare to provoke her, but said implicitly: "It's been a thousand years since you came here.

, Is there anyone in the world who can sit on the throne for a thousand years?"

"It turns out that a thousand years have passed..."

Zhao Yuanzhu was lost for a moment, and then he let out a "chi", not sure if it was bitterness or ridicule: "It's better to die. What is a royal family that can't even protect its own emperor and concubine called a royal family? Maybe the Zhao royal family has become a history book

You must be a laughing stock, right? Among all the imperial families throughout the ages, how can any of them be as disgraceful as the Zhao royal family?"

"Then...whose world is in charge now?"

"..."

I thought about it and said that the world now belongs to the common people, but compared to these, I was more concerned about what she wanted to do, and asked: "Um... I would like to ask, is there anything you need us to do?"

Zhao Yuanzhu did not respond.

I didn't have much hope, so I simply didn't ask.

Unexpectedly, after a long time, she suddenly said: "You... take me out of here. I want to see what the outside looks like. If possible, please take me back to Zhuojun."

The core area of ​​Zhuojun is probably the current Zhuozhou City, Hebei Province.

If I remember correctly, Zhao Kuangyin’s ancestral home is in Zhuojun. She wants us to send her back to her hometown!

This requirement is so satisfied!!

But, is it really that simple?

Not long after, Zhao Yuanzhu suddenly stopped in front of a particularly thick ancient tree, left me and Wushuang behind, pointed forward and said, "Go in!"

What she was pointing to was a tree hole under the ancient tree. It looked dark and dark, but she didn't know how deep it was.

Wushuang had a look of resistance on his face and turned to look at me.

I saw the fierce light in his eyes, it was obvious that he couldn't trust this Zhao Yuanzhu, and he wanted to fight for his life.

I understand his thoughts, but if he can’t believe it, how can I?

But it’s useless even if you try your best!!

When people are under the eaves, they have to lower their heads. When they should follow their hearts, they must follow their hearts.

I acted decisively and winked at him, indicating that I should take one step at a time to see what kind of evil moth Zhao Yuanzhu was doing. Then I gritted my teeth and followed the tree hole with my head down...

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Chapter completed!