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Bai Pu glanced at Li Wuru, his eyes were full of surprise, and he asked Liang Wenjing, "Why, Brother Tai knows this son." ”

Liang Wenjing opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Liang Tiande had already preemptively said: "I don't know, but I met this son on the road, and I don't know his name yet." ”

Bai Pu nodded and smiled ruthlessly at Li: "Brother Tai is willing to appreciate his face, Bai Pu can't ask for it." ”

"Very good, very good."

Li laughed ruthlessly, walked over, sat down and said, "My name is cold-blooded, you can call me by my name." ”

"It turned out to be Brother Leng, who was in Baipu."

Bai Pu arched his hand and said.

Li ruthlessly said: "I know, I heard it just now." ”

"This is Mr. Duanmu, a long song." Bai Pu pointed to the purple-faced old man and said. "This is Brother Yan Gang, known as the 'Eight-Armed Knife'." He pointed to the man with the knife. Both of them only nodded slightly, but remained silent.

"You're from the north?"

After introducing Duanmu Changge and Yan Gang, Bai Pu asked Liang Tiande and Liang Wenjing.

"Yes, we're from Huashan."

"Oh." The white-clothed scribe said, "But listening to the two accents, they are similar to the south. ”

"Well, Xiao Lao'er's ancestral home is Hezhou, and he spent some time in Jiangnan in his early years, but he has been stranded in the north for more than 20 years."

Bai Pu stroked his palm and said: "The northern Hulu is rampant, and Your Excellency is in Yidi, but you can not forget the voice of the Great Song Dynasty, which is amazing." However, Ling Lang is also a Jiangnan accent, which is especially rare. ”

Liang Tiande's tiger body was shocked, and the wine in his hand spilled on his clothes.

"Daddy." Liang Wenjing suddenly realized: "It turns out that you have to let me say such soft and strange things because of this." ”

"Eat your meal." Liang Tiande glared at him, and Liang Wenjing was so frightened that he fell into the rice bowl.

"I wonder what the situation is in the north?"

Before Liang Tiande could exit, Liang Wenjing hurriedly said: "The Mongolian Tatars are so bad, they don't treat us Han people as human envoys, and we have to force Han men to be soldiers recently." Daddy was angry, so he took me back to the Great Song Dynasty. ”

"Oh."

"Well, now that we come back this time, we will never be bullied by the Mongol Tatars again. But...... But many people still have to live a hard life by staying there. Liang Wenjing's expression was slightly gloomy.

"Yes, the remnants are in tears, and the king is looking south for another year." Bai Pu let out a long sigh.

Liang Tiande sneered: "Count me too much, even if Yue Wumu is reborn and Han Shizhong is reborn, this royal master of the Great Song Dynasty will not be able to fight the north." ”

"What do you mean by that?" Yan Gang glared at him: "Could it be that the Mongolians have three heads and six arms?" ”

Liang Tiande smiled: "The Mongols don't have three heads and six arms, but there are many three aunts and six women in the small court of Lin'an. ”

"You dare to slander the imperial court." Yan Gang was furious.

"Don't dare. I just admire this Great Song Dynasty, a large group of officials with sharp mouths and sharp teeth, slanderous rumors, and can still survive to this day. ”

"You...... You talk nonsense. Yan Gang stood up and looked at each other angrily.

Liang Tiande didn't look at him either, and said lightly: "Brother Yan is right, I'm just a rough person, I can only talk nonsense." ”

"Hahaha, Uncle Liang is not a rough man, and he doesn't talk nonsense, the shortcomings of the Great Song Dynasty can be described as seeing blood for a while."

Li laughed ruthlessly, and pointed to the country: "Since the Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin released the military power with a cup of wine, the Song Dynasty emphasized literature and suppressed the military, and the combat effectiveness of the army has been weak. There is the Song Dynasty, the Chinese Dynasty, there is no Han and Tang Dynasty, and it has been persecuted by foreign tribes repeatedly, and the royal Zhao family is in the same lineage, and its crime is not small. ”

Yan Gang was furious, glared at Li ruthlessly and said, "You dare to insult the royal family and Emperor Taizu." ”

Bai Pu seemed to have excellent cultivation, and at this time, he couldn't help but change color, looking at Li's ruthless gaze, there were many unkindnesses.

Li ruthlessly smiled faintly and said disdainfully: "What I said is the truth. The Northern Song Dynasty was just fine, and Renzong was benevolent and kind, which made Fan Zhongyan, Bao Zheng, Di Qing and other famous ministers endless, and there was a hundred years of prosperity in the Northern Song Dynasty. And the Northern Song Dynasty was destroyed under the iron hooves of the Jin State, the small court of Lin'an was much worse than the Northern Song Dynasty, and the successor emperor was even more ineffective. ”

"Moreover, the Mongols have become a climate, strong soldiers and horses, and have the heart to destroy the Great Song Dynasty, and the great rivers and mountains of China are in danger."

"Brother Leng is very knowledgeable, the Mongols are recruiting troops in the north, it can be seen that Meng Ke Khan has the heart to destroy my Great Song Dynasty, and he is so urgent!"

There is a melancholy color on the white face.

"Since ancient times, it is the most reasonable thing to swallow the weak with the strong, and if the Great Song Dynasty does not cultivate force, it is to send the fertile territory to the enemy.

Lee ruthlessly asserted.

I once read history, the Southern Song Dynasty court was destroyed under the iron hooves of Mongolia, plundered and slaughtered, endured, slaughtered the city, and also came alive from time to time, Xiangfan, Jiankang and Changzhou and other cities, were slaughtered.

Through the history books, you may not be able to experience this period of blood and tears in the late Southern Song Dynasty, but Li Wuru knew that the scene at that time must have been very miserable.

Although in modern times, in the textbooks of the Huaxia Kingdom, it is advocated that the Chinese nation is one family, and the Mongolian and Han are all one family, but when he read that period of history, as a Han Chinese, Li Wuru still can't let go.

Coming to the iron-blooded world, coinciding with the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, I felt that these people who were worried about the country and the people, their expectations and love for this country, when Li ruthlessly spoke, he couldn't help but bring love.

"Destroy the Great Song?" Liang Wenjing stopped his chopsticks and said strangely: "Isn't there a soldier in the Great Song Dynasty?" The storyteller said well, the soldiers will block, the water will flood, and the tartars will be repulsed. ”

"Hey, a good soldier is coming to block, and the water is flooding." Duanmu Changge, who had been silent, suddenly said: "Mongolia has not tasted a defeat for decades since Genghis Khan raised his army; Since Yu Yunwen broke the gold, the Great Song Dynasty has not tasted a victory in nearly a hundred years. Regardless of the strength or weakness, the little baby is really a fool. ”

Liang Wenjing couldn't help but blush, feeling very embarrassed. He turned his head to look away, but saw that there was a "Taibai Xingyin Map" in the dark place on the south wall, and there were twenty lines of wild grass "Shu Dao Difficult", and the pen was very strange.

Bai Pu saw him staring at the picture and said, "Does the little brother also like calligraphy and painting?" ”

"Ah...... No. Liang Wenjing blushed and said: "I just think this painting is very extraordinary, and I can see a lot of thoughts from the painter in the calligraphy and painting." ”

Bai Pu was stunned: "Let's hear it." ”

Liang Wenjing said: "Although this painting is only three feet square, the landscape figures in the painting seem to be painted on a silk silk, which can be said to be the painter has the momentum and ability to paint a long picture, but when he puts down the pen, he has to draw on three feet of rice paper." The unimaginable injustice between the brushstrokes only surged outside the painting, as if to tear apart the landscape figures, and it seemed to be extremely majestic and wild. At that time, the mood of the painter probably corresponded to a poem by Du Gongbu: "It is difficult to use great talents in ancient times". ”