[Wuxia] The Legend of the Condor Heroes Harem

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In early spring, Lin'an City stood majestically, its cheerful laughter a testament to the superficial prosperity of the corrupt and isolated Zhao Song Dynasty.
Outside the city, billowing dust nearly engulfed the entire official road, obscuring the figures of strong, powerful men.
"Clatter, clatter, clatter—"
The rapid hoofbeats struck the hearts of the numb Zhao Song people like a mournful bell, telling them, innocent and helpless, that more brothers and sisters were about to be persecuted to death by the Zhao Song royal family.
At the edge of the dust, Bao Xiruo, dressed in coarse cloth, gently stroked the still-warm cheek where her brother had kissed her. Her beautiful, sorrowful eyes were filled with helplessness, her cherry-red lips parted slightly.
"If Heaven has mercy, we will meet again!"
The farewell words still echoed in her ears, offering the fragile Bao Xiruo a sliver of comfort amidst her confusion and fear, a way to continue onward and escape the chaos.
The pursuers closing in from behind were almost driving Bao Xiruo to the brink of madness. Suddenly, she felt as if the world was vast, with nowhere to hide. Abruptly, her aching bound feet bumped against a protruding rock, and her already exhausted body slumped to the roadside.
The sudden turn of events left Bao Xiruo speechless. Her husband, Yang Tiexin, had gone to pursue the enemy and rescue her sister-in-law, Li Ping, causing Bao Xiruo's heart to ache even more. She thought in terror, "Will this be my final resting place?"
Pressing her hand to her protruding belly, Bao Xiruo's tears streamed down her face again. "Poor Kang'er," she thought, "you haven't even been born yet, and you're already suffering with your mother."
The unborn child in her womb seemed to give Bao Xiruo endless strength, allowing her to prop herself up and stubbornly continue forward.
After walking for a while, she felt the air around her begin to solidify, an atmosphere so thick it was almost suffocating. Bao Xiruo
walked out of the official road and found a small hill about a person's height. She leaned against a tree trunk beside the hill, her mouth wide open, breathing heavily, using this brief moment to recover to prepare for her next escape.
At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves on the official road grew more and more urgent. A group of Zhao Song soldiers finally arrived at the hill and surrounded Bao Xiruo's location, preparing to
trap her like a turtle in a jar. One officer raised a torch, elongating Bao Xiruo's graceful figure, carefully examining her for a while, then nodded and said, "That's right! It really is her!"
Another officer laughed, "Now we've finally succeeded. For this hard work, each of you will receive a dozen taels of silver as a reward." He stared at Bao Xiruo, shrouded in the night, his unsettling gaze filled with the greed of someone eyeing silver.
The leading military officer said, "Hmph, we've done a good job this time. Hopefully, the higher-ups won't skimp on our pay." Turning to the bugler, he said, "Let's call it a day." The officer spurred his horse out of the circle, approaching Bao Xiruo with the mournful sound of the bugler's horn.
The two officers' undisguised, rough voices pierced Bao Xiruo's ears, causing her to sob silently. Her heart ached more and more, filled with worry for her husband's safety.
Unable to escape, Bao Xiruo looked up at the distant stars, clasped her hands together, and prayed, "Merciful Bodhisattva, please save Xiruo!
" "Haha, look at this woman! She's so foolish, still praying to Buddha!" The middle-aged officer who had leaped out laughed loudly.
Along with the officer's scornful laughter, vulgar, mocking laughter rose and fell around the hill, all despising the village woman's ignorant behavior.
Behind a group of Song Dynasty soldiers, a sudden shout arose, and more than ten men in black, wielding weapons, charged out from the roadside. One of them shouted from a distance, "Shameless soldiers, harming innocent civilians! Dismount and surrender!"
The officer in charge was disheartened, his laughter vanishing. He roared, "Who dares to cause trouble in the capital region? Get out of the way!"
The men in black didn't exchange a word, charging into the soldiers' ranks, slashing with their swords. Their skilled martial arts were on full display, and for a moment, their momentum was unmatched. They fought against the soldiers, who outnumbered them by more than two, and the battle was evenly matched.
Hearing the fighting, Bao Xiruo felt a surge of joy, thinking that her husband's friends had received the news and were coming to her rescue. However, her eyes remained fixed on the sky.
Where the sun was rising, a strong, dazzling blue light obscured the crimson of the dawn, like a shooting star, swiftly gliding across the sky, heading straight for Bao Xiruo's Lin'an. Bao Xiruo
paid no heed to the struggle on the official road behind her, her eyes fixed intently on the tragically captivating light, and she began to pray devoutly. Less than half an hour later, a piercing shriek echoed in the oppressive sky, startling the Song soldiers and the men in black into looking up. A small, pearl-like orb, trailing a hazy glow, hurtled rapidly towards the hill. Its emanating colors, like splattered oil from a pot, were directed directly at the two groups of people who had stopped fighting in shock. "Ahhhhh—" A pitiful, unbearable scream pierced the hearts of those who heard it. One by one, the fierce men who had been full of life just a second before were, in the blink of an eye, crushed into flying dust by the light, like a grinder. Even a shooting star has a heart of compassion. It couldn't bear to see a group of rude men bullying a delicate woman like Bao Xiruo. She shed a sigh of pity and, with methods beyond human power, severely punished these scourges who had defiled the beauty. A miracle had occurred! The Buddha had truly manifested! This thought caused Bao Xiruo to feel no fear as the strange light drew ever closer; instead, she felt a deep sense of kinship and connection. The blue bead seemed to sense Bao Xiruo's kindness, slowing its unparalleled speed and gently floating before her. Throughout this process, the blue bead, like a person's emotions, emitted ripples of water that showered upon Bao Xiruo, transforming into warm, soft silk that enveloped her still-astonished state. It was the nourishment of spring rain! It was also the expanse of emotion! A feeling of kinship compelled Bao Xiruo to involuntarily extend her arms and gently cup the blue bead in her delicate, white hands. "Are you a Buddhist prayer bead?" Of course, no one answered Bao Xiruo's question, because the blue bead, like an ice crystal encountering hot coals, silently and invisibly melted into her palm. Bao Xiruo's body was also nourished by the ice crystal; every cell in her body, like a greedy infant, opened its small mouth and breathed rapidly. However, a tearing pain shot through her lower abdomen, so intense that she could not bear it. Her body, bathed in the morning sun, leaned against a small tree beside her. The shadows of the tree, her figure, and the moon overlapped at this moment, forming a beautiful painting of a beautiful woman amidst a beautiful landscape. The surrounding official road and the galloping horses seemed to be chasing the axis of that poetic and picturesque beauty. Chapter 002 [Han Xiaoying's Secret] In 1125 AD, the Jin Dynasty invaded the south, forcing the Song Dynasty to flee south. As a result, the Jin Dynasty occupied Yanjing (present-day Beijing), which held an extremely important strategic position. The second emperor of the Jin Dynasty, Emperor Taizong Wanyan Sheng, after repeated site selections, finally established Liaoyang as the capital, which became the famous Tokyo in the history of the Jin Dynasty. The fourth emperor of the Jin Dynasty, Emperor Hailing Wanyan Liang, moved the capital again to Yanjing, renaming it Zhongdu, finally establishing Zhongdu as the official capital of the Jin Dynasty. Under the rule of Emperors Shizong and Zhangzong, the Jin Dynasty reached its zenith, enjoying immense power and influence in China, forcing many smaller states to submit. The legitimate Zhao Song Dynasty, confined to a corner of Liangzhe West Circuit, acknowledged the powerful Jin Dynasty as its "boss" (a great humiliation for the Zhao Song and the Han people); the powerful and fierce Liao Dynasty was forced to retreat to the remote western regions to establish the Western Liao Dynasty. The traditionally lukewarm Western Xia Dynasty was also in a precarious state, on the verge of collapse.

In July, Zhongdu was bustling and prosperous. Merchants from the north and south transported rare goods from the depths of the desert and the south to Zhongdu, engaging in highly profitable transactions with the extravagant Jin royal court.
"Haha! It's gone up! It's really gone up again today!"
Accompanied by the excited, trembling shouts of a vegetable vendor at the end of the workday, the notice from Wanyan Honglie, the Prince of Zhao of the Jin dynasty, hiring a doctor reached the ears of everyone on the street. "Within a month, it has risen to three thousand one hundred taels of gold! The fee for the doctor hired by the Prince of Zhao has indeed increased by another one hundred taels of gold today!"
"Alas, gold is indeed desirable, but of the thirty doctors who entered the Prince of Zhao's residence this month, not one has come out alive." A rational person warned the doctors, blinded by the enormous sums of gold.
"Seventh Sister, you wouldn't also want to get those three thousand taels of gold, would you?" A short, middle-aged man with a small mustache asked anxiously to a young girl in a blue dress in front of him.
The surprised words caused the crowd attracted by the notice to turn and look at the girl.
The girl in the blue dress, around twenty years old, was slender with large, watery eyes that seemed to tell a story. Her long eyelashes fluttered occasionally, revealing a youthful mischief. Her skin was as white as snow, a typical beauty from the Jiangnan water towns; every smile and frown possessed a captivating charm.

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