"Envoy, take us aboard!"

Endless blood and fire swirled, and the banner didn't know if it was because of blood or because of the flames, showing a dazzling fiery red, as if it was about to set heaven and earth on fire. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info One by one, the figures rushed into the blood and fire, the young faces were hideous because of the roar, and of course there were cynical guys who looked back at the robe behind them, and showed a mouthful of white teeth with a smile.

But no one stopped, and they rushed into the blood and fire, and died without whirling.

"Xianggong, take us, Lin'an, Lianghuai, kill him thoroughly!" There was another roar like thunder on the ground, and more cavalry swept in from the sky, the banners in their hands fluttering in the wind, and their horses were flat, like a rolling wave, and they were also submerged in the blood and fire!

"For Your Majesty's sake, kill! For the sake of Da Ming, kill! "The earth-shattering roar came from all directions, the rolling tide, the rolling iron stream, and the sound of cannons illuminating the darkness, like the day of the water in a trance!

Ye Yingwu stood silently on the cliff, watching countless people rush past him, watching the red flag symbolizing the Ming Dynasty dancing, and watching the blood fire burning. Swords and spears were raised high, flags were hunting overhead, horses were roaring excitedly, and famous soldiers roared forward excitedly.

Killing, death, blood and fire are endless.

And the banner embroidered with the word "Ming" is still dancing in the center of blood and fire, as if all these fallen and dead soldiers have turned their flesh and blood into a corner of the banner, making this banner invulnerable and invulnerable, even if the flames are on it, they can't leave traces.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded from Ye Yingwu's left.

"Although I don't like to do this, I have to say that you did a good job, thank you." A draped general walked by Ye Yingwu's side, said lightly, and then whipped his horse fiercely, holding his gun flat, and rushed towards the blood and fire with a team of soldiers, while a flag was waved above his head, Ye Yingwu was sure that he could see it clearly, it was the word "Yue".

Quaint and solemn, steady as a mountain, just like this army.

It is easy to shake the mountain, but it is a pity that the Yue family is in trouble.

And on the flanks and rear of this army, flags were divided into bright red.

"Zong, Han, Wu, Yu, Meng, Wang, Yu ······" Ye Yingwu muttered in his heart.

General Zong Ze, General Han Shizhong, General Wu Jue, Prime Minister Yu Yunwen, General Meng Hui, General Wang Jian, General Yu Jue······ There are many, many more, their banners extend to the sky, and Ye Yingwu can't see it clearly, but Ye Yingwu knows who they are.

Over the past hundred years, they have sprinkled their blood on the mountains and rivers of China.

Countless soldiers followed behind this banner and walked towards the blood and fire.

Every face would subconsciously look back at Ye Yingwu when it passed by, and every general would say a word. Ye Yingwu, who was farther away, could no longer hear it, but their mouth shapes were vaguely recognizable.

"Well done, thank you!"

The blood and fire gradually devoured these backs, and the banner in the blood and fire grew bigger and bigger, dancing in the wind. It was as if the blood and fire were an altar that absorbed the flesh and blood of so many people and nourished the banner.

Suddenly, the blood and fire finally disappeared, but the flag was still there.

The sky suddenly became overcast, and a hint of coolness came from the back of Ye Yingwu's hand, and he didn't know when it was raining. But there was not a trace of wind and rain around the flag.

An old man walked slowly through the wind and rain, walked to Ye Yingwu's side, looked up at Ye Yingwu slightly, turned his head to look at the flag, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I always wanted to meet you when I was alive, and I saw this character who was added by the luck of three hundred years in China, but I just watched it from a distance in Qinshui, but I didn't expect to meet here." For the sake of my old face, it's better to treat the Mongolian children, is it okay? ”

Ye Yingwu's cheeks twitched, his eyes were always on that banner, he didn't look at this powerful opponent he finally defeated, and said lightly: "The re-emergence of a nation must stand on the flesh and blood of countless nations, otherwise even if it rises, it will face more ups and downs." Do you think that for the sake of the Mongolian children, they will give up the opportunity of the three hundred years of luck in China and the thousands of loyal martyrs who have gone forward and exchanged their flesh and blood? ”

"Hahahaha! Not bad, not bad! The old man flicked his sleeves, laughed, and even burst into tears, "The world belongs to you, Ben Khan is convinced!" You started out as a variable, but now you're destined for it! What happened to them after that, Ben Khan tried his best, but he couldn't control it······ I can't care about it, I walked away, and many people who took the first step have been waiting for Ben Khan for a long time! ”

Ye Yingwu looked intently at the figure of the old man leaving, in front of the road, the faces of the figures who had only been seen a few times or even seen at all, but at this time they were extremely familiar.

Ah Shu, Zhang Hongfan, Prince Zhenjin, Namuhan, You Xuanfu······ There are even Jia Yidao, Wu Ge, and even Song Duzong who is lying around, Empress Dowager Xie and Empress Quan who are talking in a low voice, and many more. When the old man walked into their queue, they either saluted, or turned their heads not to take another look, but they all walked forward with the old man, getting farther and farther away from Ye Yingwu and the flag, and finally disappeared without a trace.

An era has gone far.

And Ye Yingwu quietly turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

The green mountains are 90,000 miles, unfolding like a picture scroll in front of you; The red dragon banner danced beside him.

Another era is just coming.

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"Ahh Ye Yingwu exclaimed and sat up suddenly.

A gust of wind blew, the lights hung low, Ye Yingwu shivered lightly, only to realize that he didn't know when his back was already soaked, and there was sweat on his forehead. Ye Yingwu rubbed his eyes, and then came back to his senses.

The half-hidden windows of the imperial study, the half-corrected musicals, and the lights swaying in the wind were all so familiar, but the sound of the rain that had been vaguely impressed before had disappeared.

"Husband!" The crisp sound of the golden step swaying and the girl's shouts interrupted Ye Yingwu's thoughts, and Zhao Yunshu, who was dressed in a white pleated skirt and a cyan jacket, carefully put down the book and walked to Ye Yingwu's side, "The husband fell asleep when he was correcting the recital just now, and the concubine saw that the husband was tired during the day, so she didn't wake up the husband when she couldn't bear it." Ah, my husband has a nightmare, why is he sweating? ”

Ye Yingwu exhaled a long breath and leaned back in his chair.

It was like a dream, but Ye Yingwu felt extremely real.

Demon dreams!

Although Ye Yingwu didn't answer, seeing his expression, Zhao Yunshu guessed that it was not far from ten, and stepped forward and gently wiped Ye Yingwu's sweat with a handkerchief: "Husband, do you want to let the imperial dining room make some refreshing soup, or go directly to rest?" ”

Looking at the few remaining books on the table, Ye Yingwu gently rubbed the corners of his forehead: "When?" The rain seems to have stopped outside? ”

"It's almost past midday," Zhao Yunshu quipped while helping him sort out the somewhat scattered pieces on the table, "It's been raining outside for half a day, and it stopped about half an hour ago, otherwise I'm afraid God won't have so much water to bring it." ”

Ye Yingwu chuckled lightly, looking at Zhao Yunshu in front of him, if he wants to be pretty and filial, sometimes the most simple and pure white is the most beautiful and beautiful white that can best reflect the girl's beauty and dust, especially Zhao Yunshu is already good-looking, and he looks like a fairy descending to earth in the flickering lights, coupled with the blue jacket embellishment on the inside, adding a bit of vivid spirituality.

Obviously, Zhao Yunshu was in a good mood, and he didn't notice that Ye Yingwu had been staring at him, but he just bent down and carefully sorted the pieces on the table, and the well-cut clothes were attached to his body with the wind, and the exquisite curves were revealed under Ye Yingwu's increasingly burning gaze.

A strand of hair hung down a little mischievously, the girl frowned slightly, stretched out her hand to collect her hair, and when she looked up, she saw Ye Yingwu staring at herself, and couldn't help but sneer: "Look at what!" ”

"Don't bother the imperial dining room, let the people below warm two pots of wine, are you interested in drinking two glasses with a certain pair?" Ye Yingwu said with a smile, without the slightest intention of retracting his gaze, "I dreamed that Kublai Khan died just now, this is a good sign, I have to drink two glasses to celebrate." ”

"It's just a dream, it's not necessarily true," Zhao Yunshu hit Ye Yingwu mercilessly, in retaliation for the gaze that this guy had been sweeping over him, "What's more, didn't the husband think that he could catch Kublai Khan alive and watch him kneel in front of him?" ”

Ye Yingwu raised his eyebrows and said slowly: "Kublai Khan, a generation of heroes, it is better not to be humiliated, not to mention that this kind of person lives one more day, and a certain heart can not rest assured, just like the founding kings of the past dynasties will always be suspicious of the last monarch of the previous dynasty, look at Li Yu, and then look at the last monarchs of the previous dynasty, how many of them have a good end?" Therefore, if you can't get this Nanjing City, you still have to kill him, it is better to let him die happily. ”

Zhao Yunshu didn't say much, and while walking out, he turned around and said, "The best Shaoxing daughter is red? ”

Ye Yingwu nodded with a smile.

Although Ye Yingwu doesn't like to drink much on weekdays, but as the place where the Ming court is located, there are naturally a lot of good cellars in this palace, after all, when holding ceremonies and banquets for courtiers, you still need to use wine, and if the wine is insufficient at that time, it will not fall into the face of the royal family.

Soon Zhao Yunshu went and returned, and several maidservants and guards walked in with a table, not only warm wine on it, but also two plates of exquisite side dishes, obviously Zhao Yunshu had already ordered the imperial dining room to prepare before this, but he just asked one more question after Ye Yingwu woke up. Ye Yingwu couldn't help but chuckle, this girl always looks cold on the surface, but in fact, she is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, especially since she was a child, she has grown up in the royal family, so that she is quite delicate in her work and considers all aspects.

Ye Yingwu didn't hesitate too much, he sat down directly, took a sip of wine, and said lightly: "The reason why So-and-so was so sure that Kublai Khan was dead just now was because So-and-so didn't just dream of him alone, but dreamed of many, many people. ”

Zhao Yunshu was stunned for a moment and met Ye Yingwu's gaze. And Ye Yingwu turned his head to look out the window at the night after the wind and rain: "I dreamed that there was blood and fire between heaven and earth, I dreamed of Yue Fei, I dreamed of Han Shizhong, and I dreamed of many, many generals and soldiers who have gone forward and succeeded in the past hundred years, and I also dreamed of the brothers who have followed a certain person to rush forward since Xiangyang, they either shouted 'Xianggong', or shouted 'Envoy', or shouted 'Your Majesty'······ Just rushed to that piece of blood and fire, without hesitation. ”

Listening to Ye Yingwu's muttering, Zhao Yunshu shivered, but didn't say anything. And Ye Yingwu didn't stop: "I also dreamed of Kublai Khan, he followed Jia Yidao and your father to move forward together, and their era seemed to come to an end at that moment." ”

"Daddy?" Zhao Yunshu's pupils contracted slightly, "Is this the reason why the husband is determined?" ”

Ye Yingwu nodded: "Jia Rudao, your father and Empress Dowager Xie, Empress Quan, and many others, they just moved forward, but among these people, there is no Jiang Xianggong and my father, all of them are people who have passed away, so they are so sure that Kublai Khan is dead, otherwise he would not be there." ”

After a pause, Ye Yingwu met Zhao Yunshu's gaze and said in a deep voice: "Shu'er, do you know, a certain once had a dream that was more magical than this, in that dream, a certain was just a nobody, and he had no ability to redeem this heavenly tilt, and the army of the Great Song Dynasty turned a blind eye to the siege of Xiangyang, Jia Nidao even said to your father that there was no enemy army outside Xiangyang City, Xiangyang City was broken by the Mongolian Tatars with a return cannon after holding on for six years, the old general Niu Fu of Fancheng was killed in battle, Lu Wenhuan of Xiangyang surrendered, and Jia Rudao was forced to go to war. Just like the Battle of Jingzhou, you lost your teacher and humiliated the country, and your father and emperor also died because of excessive drinking, and the entire Great Song Dynasty has collapsed since then.

In that dream, you have three younger brothers, all very young, Empress Dowager Xie surrendered to the Mongolian Tartars with the eldest one, and Chen Yizhong and Lu Xiufu took the remaining two and continued southward until they reached a place called Yashan, the Mongolian Tartars came quickly, Wen Tianxiang was defeated and captured, Zhang Shijie was also defeated, and Lu Xiufu took the last little emperor of the Great Song Dynasty to commit suicide by throwing himself into the sea. Around them, 100,000 soldiers and civilians went to sea······ Later, Wen Tianxiang was taken to the capital of the Mongol Tartars, and was beheaded after taking turns to persuade him to surrender to no avail. But he wrote a poem······ Since then, China has been ruled by the Mongol Tatars, and then there have been countless dynastic changes, but the luck of China is getting weaker and weaker, until one day, even the devils of the West and the East, and our former vassal states have come to the door, it is really a war that is more tragic than all the current wars, and it is a blood fire that is stronger than all the blood and fire that have been seen now······ 30 million people······ In order to redeem the tilt of the sky, 30 million ······"

Ye Yingwu muttered, his hands even trembled a little, and the wine didn't feel like it had been spilled.

Zhao Yunshu was silent, just picked up the wine glass in his hand, drank it all, and then poured a glass, drinking quickly, as if he wanted to remove what Ye Yingwu had just said from his mind. At this moment, she didn't want to ask what kind of magical dream this was, she just wanted to get drunk.

Because Ye Yingwu just told a very fatal truth, if he hadn't turned the tide, the Southern Song Dynasty might not have lasted long. Although Zhao Yunshu didn't know where Yashan was, she was sure that if there was no man in front of her who didn't look very burly, there would definitely be corpses piling up under Yashan and blood flowing like a sea!

And Ye Yingwu silently turned his head to look out the window.

The wind and rain dissipated, and the branches and leaves fell all over the place.

Fortunately, this era that has been changed by itself is no longer that era, and there will be no more cliffs and mountains in Huaxia, at least in the short term, and there will be no more 100,000 loyal souls who will not hesitate to dye red history with blood······ As for whether there will be Yangzhou, Jiading, and Nanjing in the future, Ye Yingwu doesn't want to think about it, because he has done the best he can, and if the rest still belongs to the suffering that this nation needs to suffer, then Ye Yingwu is helpless.

The wine glass fell to the ground, and Zhao Yunshu exhaled softly.

"Drink slowly!" Ye Yingwu came back to his senses and said a little helplessly, he knew the amount of alcohol this girl had, and he would probably be unconscious if he drank two more glasses.

The best daughter has a red belly, Zhao Yunshu's pretty face is already covered with wisps of redness, and the candle flame is shaking, which makes her cheeks look like a dream. In a trance, in a dream again, Ye Yingwu's eyes widened, and his throat couldn't help but grunt: "Xiangwang Dream Goddess, Zijian meets Luoshen, today I finally understand what kind of feeling this is, and I am amazed in an instant." ”

"Poof!" Zhao Yunshu couldn't help laughing, and stretched out his hand to support the table, "Husband, you are drunk, the concubine is not a goddess of Wushan and Luoshen." ”