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"I won't, I'm going to go with you, you let my uncle go." The poor son of Zhang Yuanzhi is not saved.

Li Xiang, the pink little lamb, is really out of action now, and his face is straight: "Do you really want to force me to make a trick." ”

"I'm not afraid." Novice colleague Zhang Gongzi pouted, very beautiful and beautiful.

"Smack", Li Xiang slapped himself in the ear, grandma's, how can you move your heart to a man.

"Come here." Li Xiang sighed again, and saw Zhang Gongzi walking to his side unguarded, with a smug smile on his face.

"Don't blame me, Brother Zhang Xian." After Li Xiang finished speaking, his right hand quickly turned into a knife and landed on the back of Zhang Gongzi's neck.

Zhang Gongzi fainted very neatly.

"Let me do it, come here." Li Xiang didn't look at Zhang Gongzi anymore: "Send Zhang Gongzi back to Wanshan Camp, and then come to Shaoxi Mansion to find me, if there is any problem, you are the only one who asks." ”

Let me do it, I still look like my father doesn't love my grandmother, and my crying face is long: "Hero, spare your life, it's okay not to go to the Tartar camp." ”

"Okay." Li Xiang replied crisply.

"Really?" Let me do it, a smile bloomed on his face.

"Really." Li Xiang was categorical.

Ren Wuxing hesitated for a moment, but still said seriously: "Hero, let me go." ”

"Got it figured?" Li Xiang asked seriously.

"I've figured it out." Let me do it, and answer crisply.

"Voluntary?" Li Xiang asked suspiciously.

"Voluntary." Let me do it, answer categorically.

"Oh, that's good, I also plan that if you don't want to go, I'll let that kid Liang Wu run, it's easy anyway." Li Xiang looked suspiciously, and let it go.

"Hero, spare your life." Let me do it, I want to die.

Returning to Shaoxi Mansion, it was naturally a frolic, especially the moment he saw Li Kang, Li Xiang's tears couldn't help but flow down anymore.

The crowd had a lively time, which was ignored.

Although it has only been more than a month, the three thousand soldiers and horses of Shaoxi Mansion have begun to appear elite under Li Kang's training, after all, these are originally excellent soldiers.

Everyone is a hero from all over the world, and many of them have been on the battlefield to uncover tiles, fought and been imprisoned, all of them are gangsters from all sides, with big fists and inflexible brains.

The so-called heavy heroes recognize heroes. Li Xiang's trip in and out of Jiang'an City undoubtedly made his credibility extremely red, reaching the height of history, roughly calculated, it is estimated to be nearly ninety, if nothing else, it is estimated that it will reach a full score after a few more times.

Even the Mongolian girl Zhao Mengxue is impressed by Li Xiang's recent actions, it turns out that this boy is not only able to write poetry and inventions, but also has a set in military affairs!

"Anti-Mongolian monument?" Zhao Er pondered for half a minute before he figured it out: "What is this?" ”

"Ancestral Temple." Li Xiang replied in a low voice, thinking of the strong men who died outside Jiang'an City, he felt very uncomfortable, although the war was not to go through life and death, but the people who got along day and night died in front of your eyes, and then there was no sound, no matter how hard the heart was, it would not touch a little heart.

Young minds.

"Isn't that great?" Zhao Er asked suspiciously.

"What's wrong, are they just dying for me Li Xiang, what about Da Song? Shouldn't the Great Song remember them? You must know that they died for the survival of the Great Song Dynasty, don't they deserve this? Li Xiang stared at Zhao Er: "Even the living can also set up an immortal shrine, is it possible that the dead will have no glory." ”

"Book Ding Daquan." Li Xiang suddenly said loudly: "Push all the credit on him this time, in exchange for the opportunity to set up an ancestral hall for the dead brother, and let him greet the imperial court." ”

"I don't think Ding Daquan will be so confused?" Li Kang shook his head and said.

"Say whatever you say, you have to do it once." Li Xiang did not relax at all.

"I brought something back from Enju this time." Li Xiang thought of the stupid thief again, and couldn't help but feel a little upset, "Ding Daquan likes to collect antiques, and he has to agree to this thing." ”

As the saying goes, public opinion is the vanguard of action, Li Xiang did what he said, and on the second day, the most famous storyteller in the entire Shaoxi Mansion City received a commentary, which was written seriously in Song characters: Thirty-three warriors fight Tartars.

The book introduces in detail the origin of the Mongols and the cruelty of the Mongols, expresses the story of the 33 warriors and the Mongols in tragic handwriting, reflects the indomitable fighting spirit of the Great Song Dynasty, expresses the love of the 33 warriors for the country, the loyalty to the people, and the unswerving spirit of the death.

The characters in the book are clearly portrayed, the plot is tense and a little relaxed, twists and turns, and the heart-wrenching, although it is only less than 10,000 words, but it writes a meaning that cannot be expressed in millions of words.

"Lao Li, have you listened?" By dusk, the thirty-three warriors fighting Tartars had become the hottest topic in Shaoxi Mansion.

"What are you listening to?" Lao Li asked in surprise.

"No, it won't." The visitor looked at Lao Li in surprise: "You don't know that the thirty-three warriors fighting the Tartars, the entire Shaoxi Mansion has been opened." ”

"What a fight." It's a bit bad for people's ears.

"This is still the matter of the famous Lord Li Xiang in our Shaoxi Mansion, come, come, my Lao Cheng will tell you a good story."

At this time, Li Xiang naturally would not have thought that this commentary, which was only less than 10,000 words, would cause such a big storm in later generations, and on the day the book came out, the story of the thirty-three warriors had already begun to be spread in the entire Shaoxi Mansion city. However, Li Xiang didn't know why he sneezed several times in a row.

Li Xiang naturally didn't know that this inexplicable sneeze came from a curse in the distant Wanshan camp.

"Curse you, curse you, dead Li Xiang, bad Li Xiang, rotten Li Xiang." In the huge barracks, a girl with long hair fluttering, a bright face, and so pure that people can't help but love it, stretched her face and stabbed a scarecrow with an embroidery needle.

If Li Xiang saw this woman at this time, he would have to say: It's you again, it's you again.

This person is Li Xiang's novice fellow part-time thief part-time Zhang Yuanzhi's baby daughter Zhang Xiaojing, Zhang Xiaojing grew up in the military camp since she was a child, and her father Zhang Yuanzhi has traveled to various battlefields for many years, and even took Zhang Xiaojing to raise him as a boy, and when Zhang Xiaojing grew up, he really grew into a boy's mind, making trouble in the military camp every day, if he didn't make trouble one day, he would definitely not be able to sleep.

Although Zhang Yuanzhi has strict military discipline, he can't be ruthless to his baby daughter, and he is often just a black house.

As the saying goes, a slap doesn't make a sound, and unfortunately, Zhang Xiaojing has another slap, which is his uncle Zhang Yuanyi. Although Zhang Yuanyi is his uncle, his age is not much different from her, he has been a spoiled child since he was a child, and he likes to dance with knives and guns since he was a child, which is not bad, as a family of military generals, sooner or later he will come to this point. (To be continued.) )