"It's so wronged, how can it be so wronged!" Li Jingheng wiped away tears.

Li Chengqian said with a complicated expression: "It's Yue Fei who is too stupid." ”

"No, it's Qin Hui who is too bad."

"It's the emperor who is stupid."

"It all makes sense, there are still too many traitors in troubled times."

"Twelve gold medals in a row, the emperor is determined to kill Yue Fei, if the emperor is smart, he won't do this, he really has no brain."

"It's still a trumped-up charge."

"Actually, I think this has something to do with Yue Fei wanting to welcome back the Second Emperor." Li Ke said weakly.

"That's to motivate the army, the emperor doesn't even understand this? I'm afraid I'm not a fool. ”

"I feel that the emperors of the Southern Song Dynasty are quite useless, and it is really embarrassing to be captured as an emperor."

"Well, those two are the emperors of the Northern Song Dynasty, and it is because they were captured that Song Gaozong established the Southern Sect." Li Chuan explained.

"I see! But this can't hide the fact that Song Gaozong is a fool. Li Yuanchang said.

Li Chuan looked at him with a complicated expression, asked the water friends, and knew all the stupid things this guy did, and now seeing that he still said that others were stupid, this feeling is really special.

"What's wrong? Am I not right? Li Yuanchang was a little hairy.

Li Chuan shook his head and chanted a poem, cough cough, the sailors sent it with a barrage, he really wanted to share it.

"The battle guards the Jinghe River and does not get off the saddle, and the ministers do not want to restore the officials.

Ten years of southern passenger head white, thousands of miles north expedition to the cold.

The rebel juniper class teacher Jin Zhao was in a hurry, leaving Fei Chizi in tears.

The poor body died unnecessarily, and the king's tomb was not lenient from then on. ”

After hearing this, everyone sighed again and again, and they felt a lot in their hearts, all of them were not worth Yue Fei.

"Yue Fei wrote a poem full of Jianghong, which is very famous." Li Chuan naturally will not forget this masterpiece, "Angry hair rushes to the crown, relying on the place, Xiaoxiao rain rest." Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, and be fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad.

Jing Kang is ashamed, and it is still snowing; When the courtiers hate, when will they perish. Drive a long car and step through the lack of Helan Mountain. Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu blood. To start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky. ”

"Woo woo woo ......" Li Jingheng couldn't hold back at first, and cried directly.

Then everyone's eyes were wet, some people were secretly wiping their tears, and some people were generous enough to let the tears flow.

"I feel that he is even more wronged, how could such a good person be born in the Southern Song Dynasty."

"Full of pride, ambitious, patriotic and loyal to the king, how can such a person die."

"Brother Li, you bring him over, Your Majesty will definitely treat him very well." Li Jingheng pounced directly on Li Chuan, grabbed his arm and didn't let go.

Li Chuan has a black line, where did he take it? If he has the ability to bring people over, why is he still staying in Datang? Let's go home early.

"Jing Heng, don't make trouble, this is a story." Li Chengqian came over and pulled Li Jingheng up, "Whether you understand the story or not, it may not be true." ”

That being said, they all affirmed, certain, and affirmed that it must be true.

"Slap, slap......" Li Chuan clapped his hands and said, "Okay, the story is over, get up and work." ”

Everyone: "......" returned their sentimental complex.

Li Chengqian looked at Li Chuan helplessly and smiled bitterly, when it came to destroying the atmosphere, no one was better at it than him.

Such an amazing, passionate, twists and turns, touching words, they didn't have time to reminisce properly, this one jumped out, and everything was lost with one palm.

"Hurry up, all move, the cloth is ready and dried, and the iron furnace has been delivered, what are you waiting for? Don't want to do it yourself and create a miracle? Li Chuan continued to mobilize.

A group of little Zhengtai are full and have nothing to do, disturbing his sleep all day, and now it's time for them to pay the price.

Don't you know that those who disturb people's dreams will rise up and punish them?!

Although he is the only one, the field that should be recovered still has to be recovered.

This side is busy in full swing, and in the Chongwen Hall on the other side, Li Shimin has just put down his pen.

A poem on the paper is written in a golden iron horse, majestic.

"Man Jianghong! Yue Fei! After a deep sigh, Li Shimin took the piece of paper to Wang Dehai and said, "Frame it, give it to General Qin, and tell him the story of Yue Fei." ”

Wang Dehai took the order, but Li Shimin reviewed the story told by Li Chuan in his mind.

He doesn't care about the content of the story for the time being, he pays more attention to the background of the story.

The second emperor of the Northern Song Dynasty was captured, so there was the Southern Song Dynasty, and this Song Gaozong was also surnamed Zhao, which proved that he was originally a member of the royal family, in fact, the Southern Song Dynasty was equivalent to the Northern Song Dynasty that lost half of the country.

A new name, a new era name, is equivalent to a new beginning.

As the emperor, His Majesty Li Er can still understand Song Gaozong's mood very well.

It's just, like those kids say, this emperor is stupid.

He can also be regarded as the founding emperor, which founding emperor has he ever seen who is bent on seeking peace and does not even dare to fight?!

A waste snack one!

Despised the emperor of the Zhao family, Li Shimin was in a good mood.

After thinking about it, he stood up again, wrote a poem about Manjianghong again, and hung it in the room for the ministers who came in and out to see.

Learn the spirit of loyalty and patriotism!

Li Shimin was attracted by a story and a poem, but he forgot that this group of children was tossing the large Kong Ming lantern.

They say they are asked to work, but in fact, almost all of the things they do have to be done all over again, this is a thing that needs to be heavenly, and it is not safe to do anything.

But even if it took two times, Li Chuan insisted on letting them do it themselves, and the feeling of participating was completely different from watching from the sidelines.

When the hot air balloon hits the sky, they will feel it more deeply.

It is not so easy to go to heaven, and Li Chuan feels that he has to fail a few times no matter what.

He turned on the live broadcast and did experiments, which is also the content that water friends love to watch.

"First ignition, start." Li Chuan ordered, and the craftsman squatting in the basket immediately lit the iron furnace, and the hot air rose, slowly blowing up the balloon.

It burned for almost a quarter of an hour, and the hot air balloon wobbled to get off the ground.

Li Chuan opened his mouth wide in shock, what is the situation, is the lucky aura possessed?

"Hold on to the rope and get some sandbags, quick." Li Chuan commanded the people to turn around.

The heat continued to rise, and the balloon was completely lifted off the ground and rushed towards the free sky.

There were more and more guards clutching the ropes, but the string was almost dragged away by the hot air balloons.

"Small ignition, press the fire, you plan to fly away like this, be careful of falling to death." Li Chuan jumped to his feet and shouted.

There was only one craftsman in that basket, and now he was scared stupid.

Hearing Li Chuan's shout, he trembled all over, and it took a long time to suppress the fire.

Soon, the hot air balloon slowly fell, and Li Chuan immediately jumped in, threw out the rope inside, and said, "Come and help tie the sandbag." ”

A group of small Shota lined up petrified there.

Sandbags? Sorry, they can't hear anything!