"Hey... Sure enough, I thought that Lu Xiufu, Zhang Shijie and others could help the building to fall and turn the tide. It seems that manpower is powerless to overcome the heavens after all, lament, lament! King Zhao looked at Lu Sheng, who dropped the porcelain cup to the ground, and sipped the tea in the cup hard, but his lips trembled uncontrollably, and the tea dripped down his beard, wetting his clothes. It was a long time before he placed the empty teacup on the stone table.

"The building has collapsed, the tide has fallen, what is the use of waiting for this remnant body" King Zhao was as old as a candle in the wind at this time, and the original heroic Lu Sheng also seemed to be crushed by something, and the six gods sat on the ground without a master, which made Zhang Lan, who saw this situation, feel very uncomfortable.

"I, Zhao Congxin, wore armor as a king, was framed outside the government and the opposition, and worked hard for more than 30 years to lose my children and grandchildren, and went to the Yellow River, just to protect the remnants of the Zhao family and protect the people of the Great Song Dynasty. Thirty years! Thirty years, will Huafa Baishou God give me such an ending? King Zhao, who was staggering, seemed to have lost his soul, and said to himself, and then he slowly lay on the ground and began to kowtow to the south, and Lu Sheng on the side also followed and kowtowed. After a while, both of them broke their heads and bled out.

Seeing this, Zhang Lan and the two hurriedly stepped forward and tried to help the two up, but to no avail.

The sound of "dong dong" did not stop, and he shouted anxiously: "King Zhao, what's the use of you kowtowing like this, how do you know that the south of this place is the direction of your hometown, even if you want to tell the ancestors that you may be wrong in this direction!" Hearing the chirp, Zhang Lan also felt that it was very reasonable, this is not even the earth, what is the use of King Zhao and them kowtowing like this, Zhang Lan understands the feelings of the two of them, but their behavior is very disagreeable, although the chirp is reasonable, but the two of them still stubbornly kowtow, as if they want to commit suicide in this way to martyr their country and their home. Chirp couldn't stand it, and waved his little arms and legs to pull the two of them.

At this moment, Zhang Lan suddenly blessed her soul and thought of something. He hurriedly ran to King Zhao and asked, "King Zhao, do you know when and where I came from?" King Zhao's mood was already a little crazy, and he kowtowed and replied: "I don't know."

Zhang Lan sorted it out in her mind and said: "I am from Shuofang Yinchuan Mansion seven hundred years later."

"Oh" King Zhao kowtowed his head and replied casually, and after ten seconds, he suddenly froze, grabbed Zhang Lan's shoulders and glared at him and asked, "Where are you from?" ”

"I'm from the Yinchuan Mansion in Shuofang, 700 years after the Song Dynasty," Zhang Lan repeated.

"You are my Han from the Central Plains, from seven hundred years later?" King Zhao asked hesitantly with a bloody face.

"Exactly," Zhang Lan replied firmly.

"Seven hundred years from now? This place is not impossible," King Zhao said to himself, and then asked: "Could it be that I have restored the Great Song Dynasty and recovered the homeland of Hetao" King Zhao's confused eyes were full of light again.

"It's my Han people who have returned to the country, the territory has reached the realm of the Tang Dynasty, and the Mengyuan who once swept through the universe was driven to the land of Mobei by my Han people, and its national strength is not as good as the land of my Han land" In order to cheer up the spirit of King Zhao and ignite the hope, Zhang Lan tried her best to learn that they looked like they spoke, and what they said was a little sour.

"Is this true? My Chinese clothing inheritance has not been broken, and the blood of the Han people still exists? Hearing Zhang Lan's words, King Zhao's eyes lit up again, lighting up the light of hope.

"Yes, I stand on the top of the world after 700 years in China, and the strong are at the same time, your efforts are not in vain, illuminating the way forward for future generations, and Wen Tianxiang's firm temperament of "Thousand Autumn Sacrifice" shines on the ancient and modern" Zhang Lan saw that King Zhao stopped self-harm, and worked hard in the vernacular.

"Right? Right! When I was in Dianjiang, I heard that he was defeated and captured, and then I didn't know, but it's a pity that a generation of great talents" Hearing Zhang Lan mention Wen Tianxiang, she couldn't help but sigh.

"Prime Minister Wen, defeated and captured, surrendered by Emperor Kublai Khan of Yuan, spit on his face, and then took righteousness in the Daimyo's mansion" Zhang Lan racked her brains to think of the name of the place, while appeasing the king of Zhao, she also showed her respect for the martyrs of the Han people.

"Hey. . . I am a great Song Dynasty, there are many ministers and thieves, and there is no shortage of loyal ministers and good generals" King Zhao sighed, and then wiped the blood stains on his head and face with his sleeves to tidy up his clothes, at this time he was still kneeling on the ground, Zhang Lan saw this and thought that he had calmed down his emotions, and he was about to pull him up. didn't think that he started to kowtow again, but fortunately this time he solemnly kowtowed three times and stood up on his own.

King Zhao saw that Lu Sheng on the side was still kowtowing in despair, so he shouted sternly: "Don't be crazy anymore, come and listen to Zhang Lan's little friend explain the aftermath in detail, my Huaxia boy's blood shouldn't flow like this" After listening to Zhang Lan's words, King Zhao also returned to the appearance that a hero should have.

Hearing King Zhao's shout, Lu Sheng also stood up a little dazed, making the chatter on the side breathe a sigh of relief.

"Chirp, go get some tea, let's listen to Zhang Lan's little friend, talk about the future in detail, and listen to the history of seven hundred years later, not everyone has such an opportunity" An inexplicable expression appeared on King Zhao's face, looking at Zhang Lan a little strangely, but he instructed him.