The little eunuch Liu Sande held a zhang of white silk and lowered his head through the countless iron armor bushes, his body trembling. These iron armors outside the main hall are all fierce and vicious, and everyone who enters and leaves the main hall, every thing, including every kind of food that entertains Zheng Zhi, must be strictly checked.

Even this white silk had to be shaken open to check before and after, and Liu Sande was also searched all over his body before being put into the main hall.

Liu Sande had just entered the hall, and Luda had already walked in front of him, took the white silk, and turned his head to put it on the crossbar of the hanging lamp on the pillar.

Zhu Mian looked at the movements of the ironclad Ruda in front of him, looked at the white silk that was being tied up, and finally couldn't recognize the cry: "Your Highness spares your life!" ”

Zheng Zhi didn't look at Zhu Mian, nor did he listen to Zhu Mian's voice begging for mercy, but stared at Zhao Ji who was holding the hilt of the knife, and maybe Zheng Zhi was a little longing for a scene in his heart.

It's the scene where Zhao Ji really drew his sword!

However, Zhao Ji only held the handle of the knife after all, and did not draw the knife. didn't even say anything to reprimand, and even the courage to denounce the national thief last time seemed to be gone at this time.

Luda tied the white silk, leaned over and lifted Zhu Mian up, and knocked off Zhu Mian's official hat with the other hand and grabbed the bun.

Just sent Zhu Mian to Bai Aya, and when Luda's arm was loosened, Zhu Mian on Bai Aya, his eyes were round, his jaws were open and closed, his mouth was babbling, his tongue was already outside his mouth, and his face was full of pain.

The legs kicked in the air, and the arms kept pulling the white silk, and between the struggles, it was already useless. Luda just gently stretched out an arm and grabbed the corner of Zhu Mian's clothes, and Zhu Mian, who was struggling desperately, could no longer leave the white silk on his neck.

The music stopped completely, and the girl lowered her head and closed her eyes, not daring to look, and trembling all over.

Zhao Ji glanced back and bowed his head slightly, there were already tears in his eyes.

The man who struggled in the air did not move for a moment, but only floated back and forth in the air.

"Your Majesty, the crown prince Zhao Huan, has already established the imperial court in Hangzhou again, and the heart of rebellion is known to the world, and there is an uproar in the world. The ministers should go south, pacify the thieves, return the unification of the family and the country, and return the right way to the government. I also ask Your Majesty to write the imperial book to ask for the thief's text, and announce it to the world, as if all the people will return to their hearts and fight the rebels together. Zheng Zhi had already raised his glass.

Zhao Ji raised his head, glanced at Zheng Zhi, and then looked back at Zhu Mian, who was still floating in the air, picked up the wine glass with a trembling arm, and drank it all, feeling humiliated in his heart, and his face was extremely embarrassed.

But he replied, "This is how it should be!" ”

Zheng Zhi picked up the chopsticks, and the taste of the imperial meal was more beautiful. Compared with the food in the firehead battalion in the army, I don't know how much more delicious. Life is just a full mouth, why ask for more.

After eating a few bites, Zheng Zhi turned his head sideways and said: "His Royal Highness the Emperor, this piano will not be played, and eat more." ”

Naturally, the sound of the piano can't be played, and the mood is uneasy, how can I touch the music. But this girl can't eat.

But it was the girl who settled down, raised her head slightly, and although she didn't look at the dead people floating in the air, she still said, "Your Highness can stay in the palace tonight?" ”

The words trembled, but Zheng Zhi frowned when he heard it, the words were so straightforward, there was not even a hint of subtlety, even Zheng Zhi felt very abrupt.

Zheng Zhi glanced at the girl with a sideways face, the girl's eyes flickered, but with some expectation.

Looking at Zhao Ji again, I saw Zhao Ji's face panicked, in the panic, he looked forward to it a little more than the girl, looking forward to everything he wanted, looking forward to this declining country to turn the tide tonight.

Zheng Zhi pondered for a moment, and replied: "Thank you, Your Royal Highness, I will see a few people later, and when I am in charge of the lamp, I will go to find His Royal Highness Emperor Ji." ”

Zheng Zhi paid attention to Zhao Ji as he spoke, and Zhao Ji was already relieved and relaxed. Perhaps this relaxed look also proved many speculations.

When the girl Emperor Ji heard this, her body retreated, and she seemed to be stunned, and she seemed to be a little nervous.

Ruda looked left and right, got up, and went straight out of the main hall. A moment later, outside the main hall, one hundred and ten soldiers went straight to the harem.

In a courtyard, one hundred and ten iron armor went in and out, searched over and over again. Waiting for tonight, His Royal Highness King Yan will stay here overnight.

Zheng Zhi continued to drink slowly, Luda accompanied him, and the two did not talk, just one cup after another.

Zheng Zhiduo bowed his head in contemplation.

Luda kept staring at Zhao Ji and Zhao Yingluo, and he had something to say in his heart, and he was also embarrassed to say it.

Even Ruda also saw that something was wrong, and staying in the palace overnight was obviously not that simple.

But after drinking for a while, Ruda was also relieved. After being relieved, he smiled a little, and thought that he really thought about it a little more, and he also knew that there were some things, even such a foolish man could understand it, how could his brother not see the reason.

Women, it is always after there is no way, when the means are exhausted, and the donkey skills are exhausted, and finally it becomes a means.

Just like Nami's true thoughts, ridiculous means, in fact, are also sad last struggles.

Heavenly reincarnation, decay and rebirth. The merit of the Great Song Dynasty lies in creating such a prosperous world, the peak of the literary style, carrying forward the past and forging ahead into the future, and the elegance is peerless.

Si Night!

The skin is like snow, the low voice is more moving, the phoenix hairpin, pinned between the buns by the girl's mother, eyebrows and lipstick, colorful phoenix clothes.

After all, the girl still did what she shouldn't have done, but the golden hairpin couldn't pierce the copper skin and iron bones of the military man, and it couldn't take the life of this Great Song Dynasty traitor.

The traitor of the Great Song Dynasty just grabbed the delicate wrist, lightly took the phoenix hairpin, and inserted it into the bun symbolizing the woman again. It's like none of this has happened.

The immortal writer who didn't sleep all night, the person who was the best in calligraphy and painting, paced all night worriedly, waited until the fish belly turned white, and waited for the iron armor outside the window to change shifts, but he didn't wait for the slightest news, and he didn't even come to ask the teacher.

In the mouth of the familiar general, he only said that the anti-thief Zheng Zhi had already led his troops south. Iron hooves are thousands of miles, is this great river and mountain.

The maiden also left the palace and was escorted north to the river. It will never appear in this Bianliang Imperial City again.

In the world of great contention, there is no chaos. The people have a harvest in the fields, and the business makes a profit in the roads.

The literati criticized and talked eloquently in private. After all, it can't withstand the sharpness of the military man's butcher's knife.

The wheels of history are rolling, and all that passes over is dust.

What is left behind, the sun rises, the country of Great Xia, and the great etiquette is summer. Summer, represents a culture. A culture that is unique to the world, unlike anyone else in the world. The summer is passed down through generations, based on culture. It's for Orthodoxy!

You don't see it, the iron armor is cold, the face is hideous, and the bleeding is thousands of miles into the country.

Need to look back, sweat blue ink, iron painting silver hook, traces of 10,000 years is the holy name.

There are many follow-ups, one by one.