The Young Urban Doctor

Yang Qingyin rolled her eyes.

She took Luo Ziling's words and said with a smile, "Isn't it true that many people blame the Tang Dynasty, saying that during the Tang Dynasty, the horse pastures were lost, which led to the Song Dynasty having no place to raise warhorses, resulting in the inability to establish cavalry and having to rely on infantry to contend with nomadic riders? If it weren't for the Tang Dynasty's erroneous policies, things wouldn't have been this way."

Luo Ziling couldn't help but sneer, "When Li Yuan and Emperor Taizong of Tang raised an army, they only had the region of Taiyuan with not even a few thousand cavalry. Not to mention horse pastures, they hardly had any place to survive. When Zhao Kuangyin raised an army, he had about four or five hundred thousand troops. Initially, the strength of the Tang under Li and the Zhao Song were not in the same league. Zhao Kuangyin's strength exceeded that of the Li father and son by dozens of times. But eventually, the Tang not only claimed all those horse pastures, but expanded their territory to the Western regions. Yet with their innate advantages, the Zhao Song never even saw the Great Wall."

"Indeed, Zhao Song had greater innate advantages, but they only restricted themselves. The fault lies with themselves, not their ancestors. No one left the Li and Tang horse pastures and troops; they conquered these lands themselves. Those who blame the Tang for losing the horse pastures are truly idiots," remarked Yang Qingyin echoing Luo Ziling's sentiment, filled with emotion. "If there are spirits in heaven, Zhao Kuangyin would probably regret his decisions upon witnessing the chaos of Jingkang."

Luo Ziling nodded, acknowledging Yang Qingyin's words: "After Yashan, there was no Zhonghua; after Ming, no Huaxia. The Battle of Yashan at the end of the Song Dynasty led to the traditional Han rule being completely replaced by northern nomads for the first time. Huaxia culture suffered a severe rupture after the Mongol Yuan destruction of the Song, and classic Zhonghua culture was devastated. Although many now do not acknowledge this saying of no Zhonghua after Yashan, no Huaxia after Ming, and constantly criticize it, I think there's a reason in these words. Without the Mongol Yuan succeeding the Song, the Huaxia civilization would have been more brilliant, and there wouldn't have been anything like the later wild boar skin situation."

"The oblique line of Cape Yashan has not been part of Zhonghua since then. There are no longer places to sacrifice in the belly of fish, let alone dragon saliva floating on seasickness. Looking at the barriers and rivers that aren't under the Han banner, hearing the remnants of the sun and moon belonging to barbarian flutes, Chang'e, the boss, has no place to return, alone leaning on the silver wheel, crying for osmanthus," Yang Qingyin said with great feeling. "This is a poem by Qian Qianyi from the end of the Ming Dynasty, so the saying of no Zhonghua after Yashan has been around for a long time."

"Though Han culture reached its peak during the Song Dynasty, it was only the cultural prosperity that matched not with military might. The military weakness during the Song led to the rise and fall of Han culture. Look now, who can write works comparable to Tang poems and Song lyrics? So, the self-castration of the Song Dynasty was the main reason Huaxia civilization was completely ruined." At that point, Luo Ziling smiled at Yang Qingyin, "Every time we discuss history, don't we always find common ground?"

"My thoughts are much like yours, and I'm glad you have such deep insights into history," Yang Qingyin smiled, looking at Luo Ziling, "In fact, on other matters, I haven't had any disputes with you either."

"Are we in sync, perhaps?" Luo Ziling laughed, gently flicking Yang Qingyin's pretty nose. "Next time, if we join a debate, we could team up and surely drive others into a retreat."

"Let's keep watching," Yang Qingyin said, taking Luo Ziling's hand, as they continued to view the Yue Fei exhibition.

Looking at the history of Yue Fei and Yue's Army could weigh heavily on most people's hearts. Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin were no exception. As they watched further, they too stopped smiling, their expressions becoming solemn.

"If you traveled back to the Song Dynasty, do you think you had a chance to turn the tide?" Yang Qingyin asked, tilting her head to look at Luo Ziling as they walked out of the exhibition hall.

"If I could bring an armored regiment, maybe," Luo Ziling said.

"Why didn't you say you'd bring an air squadron?" Yang Qingyin rolled her eyes again and wistfully said, "During Jingkang, when Kaifeng was breached by the Jurchens, countless concubines and princesses, along with other noblewomen, were abducted by the Jurchens, suffering a tragic fate. Do you believe it? I once dreamed I traveled to the Song Dynasty right during the chaos of Jingkang..."

"And then what? Were you captured by the Jurchens? Or did you see someone who looked like me and got rescued?"

"Then, of course, I woke up terrified," Yang Qingyin rolled her eyes at Luo Ziling. "Do you think dreams are like writing novels, with the plot continuing seamlessly?"

Just as they were speaking, Luo Ziling saw Ye Xiaoli approaching them and promptly stopped talking.

"Did you find out the situation?" Luo Ziling quietly asked Ye Xiaoli as she approached, "How did they explain?"

"The person said they were sent by the Yang Family, intending to attack Miss," Ye Xiaoli glanced at Yang Qingyin and whispered, "He said some people in the Yang Family are very disappointed in her performance. With so many events happening between the Yang and Luo Families, yet you two are still together, they wanted to teach her a lesson."

"As expected," Luo Ziling looked playfully at Yang Qingyin, "I was just thinking, that person would sure claim to be from the Yang Family."

"Do you think it was someone my father sent to discipline me?" Yang Qingyin looked at Luo Ziling with a blank expression.

"It's surely not possible!" Luo Ziling shook his head firmly, "Even if you believed it, I wouldn't. It's definitely someone trying to frame him. I can also assure you that although your father was very angry about us going out together, he probably won't take any action."

"Why?"

"Because your grandfather is there!"

Yang Qingyin paused, understanding Luo Ziling's point.

"If nothing unexpected happens, when we go back, your grandfather will invite me over!"

Luo Ziling's prediction was something Yang Qingyin thought over and agreed with: "He needs your treatment. Alas, thinking about all this just doesn't sit well with me."

"It's a normal thing," Luo Ziling smiled, "If it weren't for the need to treat illnesses, your grandfather wouldn't change his attitude towards us either."

He then added, "Although it's realistic, it's the truth. Older people certainly value benefits more than other things."

Yang Qingyin did not speak but eventually nodded.

"Alright, let's not pay attention to these; don't let their little tricks ruin our mood. I'll take you to walk along Su Causeway." Luo Ziling said, taking Yang Qingyin's hand, heading towards the exit.

When they reached the steps, Luo Ziling held Yang Qingyin, turned around, and respectfully bowed towards the main hall.

Yang Qingyin, like Luo Ziling, saluted towards the main hall to show their respect for Yue Wumu.

"The green hills are fortunate to bury loyal bones," Luo Ziling lightly said to Yang Qingyin, gazing at the poorly written "Heart Clears Heaven and Sun" plaque in the main hall, "Alongside West Lake, many patriotic martyrs are buried; Yu Qian, Zhang Cangshui, as well as Xu Xilin, Qiu Jin, Tao Chengzhang. They have become part of West Lake's history."

After solemnly saying these words, he leaned closer to Yang Qingyin, whispering, "If one day I die, and you're still alive, secretly bring my ashes here and bury me in some corner."

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