In The time and space of Chinese history, there have been many women who have crossed the sky like comets. They are all in high positions, full of brilliance, but they also quickly fell in the tide of history, hastily ending their lives. The lives of these women can only rely on fragments of one or two history books to leave a smoke-like and confused impression on future generations in the vast expanse of disasters. The woman we are going to talk about today is such a prominent representative...
Her name is Yu Ji, and her real name is no longer available. Although there are only a few information about her in the historical records, this does not affect her popularity in Chinese history in the slightest. The "Genealogy of the Xiang Clan of Luling in Ji'an, Jiangxi" records that when Yu Hou was born, Wu Fengming was in the house, smelled strange incense in the court, born in Ding Ugly (224 BC) and died in Jihai (202 BC), buried in Pengcheng.
The authenticity of this history is no longer known, but in the "Records of History", Yu Ji became the concubine of Xiang Yu, the king of Western Chu. Legend has it that Xiang Yu raised an army in Xiaxiang in 209 BC and met Yu Ji, who was shocked at first sight. In that era, beautiful women were easy to get, talented women were hard to find, and Yu Ji had both. The heroic beauty then met and hated each other, and later Xiang Yu turned to the north and south, and he always took Yu Ji with him.
In the "Records of History", Sima Qian did not introduce Yu Ji's ending, but posterity deduced that Yu Ji killed herself in the Chu camp based on Xiang Yu's "Song of the Fall", thus staged a poignant "Overlord Farewell Ji". This story has almost left an indelible mark on history, and has been touched by generations of people. The beautiful name of Yu Ji has also become a legend in the hearts of all Chinese with the changes in history.
So, what should the truth be? I'm afraid no one can know. However, in the subconscious of the future generations, the story should be like this:
In the early spring of 202 BC, Liu Bang's army besieged the Chu legions under the siege. That night, the sky was full of stars, and the moon was like day. Suddenly, from the Han army positions in all directions, the folk songs of Chudi came out. Xiang Yu listened sideways and was stunned: "Has Liu Bang already obtained Chu Di?" Why are there so many Chu people in his troops? And this is exactly the case, Xiang Yu's strength, only 800 lone troops remain.
Xiang Yu couldn't sleep at night, Yu Ji was gentle and accompanied, and even Xiang Yu's favorite black horse was also hissing outside the account. Xiang Yu has mixed feelings and sings of generosity and sorrow. Song: Li Bao Shan is full of qi, and the time is not good. Don't die! Yu Xi Yu Xi Nai Nai! Xiang Yu sang while shedding tears of the hero's end. Yu Ji heard the sound and stood up to dance the sword for Xiang Yu, dancing while responding: Han Bing had already slightly sung on all sides. The king was exhausted, and the concubine He Liaosheng!
This was truly one of the saddest scenes in the human imagination, a generation of overlords rebelling against each other, although there were still eight hundred cavalry allegiance, although there was still one man and one horse who still loved him. But the world is so big that there is no place for him. Yu Ji knew this very well, the past could not be looked back, she was dancing, and suddenly swung the sword in her hand to her white neck, and the blood sprayed out, and a generation of beautiful people died.
Xiang Yu hugged the corpse and cried bitterly, and just where the body fell, he dug up the soil into a tomb and buried Yu Ji. Thirty miles south of today's Dingyuan City in Anhui, the tomb is still there. However, the smoke and grass, the flow of time and space, the tomb owner before his death, shared the supreme glory of the overlord, although she never interfered in politics, let alone played any eye-catching role around the overlord, but she finally endured the disaster of the fall of Western Chu, and ended up with the fate of xiang yuyu, how can she not make future generations sad.