"Yes, I believe in the strength of the steward, and I also believe what he said, the friendship between my father and the Shibi Khan and the Qiming Khan, even if it is not good, they can't buy horses, and people will definitely leave the tent of the Turkic Khan safely." When the girl mentioned this, it really made me wonder, but after all, I still trust the judgment of a professional like Li Yan.

"Yes, but brother, what is it that makes you have to buy so many war horses?" The suspicion in my sister's eyes became more and more intense.

"Hehe, because, now it seems that the era of singing and dancing is about to change, for my brother, I have to deal with it early." I took a deep breath and my eyes fell on Luoyang City, which was like a picture on the shore of the Naluo River. In his ears, he seemed to have begun to hear the roars and screams of countless people, as well as the flags flying high, and turned his head to look north, as if he saw countless knights with bald shaves and strange braids, whistling like wolves, rushing towards the south......

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" The sleeve was gently pulled by my sister, and my sister's face showed a trace of worry, and I don't know when, Li Yaoguang, who had been galloping to the front of the team, had already walked to my near side, and also looked at me with a look of doubt, and then looked at the vast and distant north.

"I'm just thinking about when, that vast grassland, which is as vast as the ocean, will be firmly grasped in the palm of my hand, and I no longer dare to look south and look at it." I sighed softly, my voice revealing a faint melancholy and helplessness.

Every tribulation of the Chinese nation is inseparable from the prosperity of the grassland and the decline of the Central Plains.

"It occurred to me that I should write a play, a story about a hero who has spent his whole life fighting for his country." I smiled slightly, thinking of that person, and his story, his indomitable and resistance, because of his existence, those aliens had to be in awe, fearful like a tiger.

He is the martial mourning king Ran Min, he is the hero of the Han people in the world, and it is also the spirit of the Chinese nation that does not bend its knees to foreign races.

"You are tired, you have seen the desolation and pathos under countless wars, why not rest? Although you still hold a sword in your hand, but your men have fallen, and your subjects will submit to me, and you have no strength to raise the sword in your hand, why will you not surrender? …

In the dimly lit corner of the stage, there was a king, nervously almost exaggeratedly waving his arms, like Hitler's madness and paranoia on the podium. Roaring angrily, he was angry, but also fearful, he had been wandering in the shadows in a frustrated manner, never exposed to the light, as if only darkness could make him feel safe.

The king was surrounded by countless soldiers in armor and swords, but these people, like him, were extremely afraid of the figure standing proudly on the top of the rock, holding the hilt of the sword tightly, leaning against a dead tree, but with a cheerful and fearless smile.

His gaze is so tranquil and gentle, as if at the end of his sight, he sees his family members waiting for the return of his relatives, and it seems to be a weed struggling, drilling out of the snow covered with snow and earth, blooming with the greenery of spring.

The armor on his body was covered with blood, and there were still a few trembling feathered arrows stuck in his back. And under that boulder, more than a dozen of his own soldiers fell, just a moment ago, they were still full of vitality, intending to follow him to drive all the Yidi out of the land of China. And now, those blue-gray stones have become the place where they rely on the last destination of their lives.

He struggled, holding on to the dead tree and stood up, his eyes as sharp as lightning, so that the kings and warriors who were hidden in the shadows couldn't help but run in a hurry. The corners of his mouth showed a contemptuous smile, and his expression was so calm and proud.

"Down? Can't descend, the wind and bones of Huaxia are still there, how can I descend? Thousands of people in China, countless loyal souls are looking at me above the sky, how can I descend? His roar frightened the king and his soldiers into confusion, like the darkness of the lamp, as if with a slight effort, they would be extinguished in the light.

Ran Min's majestic and powerful roar still echoed. "You killed one of my Ran Min, in the near future, there will be countless Ran Min, standing in front of you, picking up swords and guns, so that you Hulu Zhilu, who regards us Huaxia as cattle and sheep slaves, will know the Tao, my Chinese spirit will not die, and the heroic soul will ...... forever."

"Kill him, kill him, I can't let his words spread, I can't let his spirit continue to stay in this land," the king who was hiding in the shadows cried out frantically and nervously.

More than a dozen soldiers fell under his sword again, and he rushed to kill, several times narrowly slashed the king, the king screamed, pleaded and fled into the depths of the darkness, cursed Ran Min, and ordered the arrows to be released.

In the end, countless feather arrows made Ran Min lean against Shu Yu with angry eyes, and the sharp blade in his hand, which had been broken into two, was still facing forward. "Extinguish Hu, Kill Hu......"

All the shadows hidden in the darkness faded, and countless dandelions fell from the sky one after another, fluttering melodiously, followed by the sound of the beautiful and far-reaching flute, everything, returned to tranquility, and the curtain gradually fell, but Ran Min's roar still echoed in the hearts of all people, even in their souls......

Even though the curtain has fallen, the atmosphere in the theater still seems extremely dignified, even depressing, so depressed that people are almost out of breath, until, sitting next to me, Li Yaoguang, whose eyes are already red, began to applaud firmly and powerfully, and the noisy applause almost broke through the roof of the entire Grand Theater.

And I, as if I had lost all my strength, leaned against the fence of the terrace, looking at the excited and excited faces, and my heart was extremely happy.

Li Jiancheng's fox friends and dog friends were blowing the wind and whistling beside me, and at the same time applauding vigorously, as if this was not the case, it was really not enough to express their excitement.

"Such a heroic figure should not have died at the hands of such a small man." Li Yaoguang's misty eyes fell on me, with dissatisfaction and resentment, although the voice was low, but the thick resentment was like the water of the Yellow River, almost drowning me.

"San Niangzi, please don't look at me like that, okay, although I wrote the script, the problem is that I didn't kill the martial mourning king."

"But he died under your pen, although he died so heroically, but such a hero, why can't he continue to live?" At this time, I saw clearly that Li Yaoguang's eyes were red and almost caught up with the rabbit, and even spoke with a nasal voice, it seems that Li Yaoguang is too deep into the play, or the sense of substitution is too strong.

Seeing her like this, I couldn't help but feel a slight pain in my heart, and I explained: "He is still alive, although more than two hundred years have passed, but he lives in my pen, and also lives in the hearts of you audiences, his words and deeds are enough to be remembered by future generations, so that we will always remember his spirit of defying power and fighting bravely......

"Well, although I still hate you a little, but you are right, although it is very sad, it is very inspiring......" Li Yaoguang sucked in his somewhat reddened nose, his small mouth was pursed high, and his eyes were full of awe and admiration for this historical figure. I believe that there must be a lot of worship here about Ben Gongzi being able to write such a generous, tragic, and touching script.

The whispered exchange between us was interrupted by more and more enthusiastic cheers, and at this moment, I wholeheartedly gave the warmest applause to the actor who perfectly interpreted Ran Min's spirit and arrogance.

are talking loudly about today's drama "Mourning the Heavenly King", as if at this moment, everyone is still trapped in that thrilling plot and can't extricate themselves.

"Grandma's, it's so exciting, it would be better if Ran Min was played by me, it must be more energetic than that guy's, especially the posture that he put on at the back, it's really too impressive." Liu Hongji poured a big sip of wine, wiped the wine stains on his beard on his cheeks, and looked intoxicated.

"Such a heroic character, such a shocking performance, the foolish brother has seen it for the first time in his life, but it's a pity that such a hero would end up like this. The face is thin, and the hero is short......" Li Shimin also said with a nostalgic face. It seems that at this moment, Ran Min's last efforts are still echoing in his ears

"This drama is really good, the generous and tragic people, the words of pride and ambition, when the floating, come, all the gentlemen drink it." Yang Shidao, who was also full of enthusiasm, was still a little red in his eyes and nose, and there must have been a lot of tears just now, it seems that literary and artistic young people are easy to be sentimental, and this is really not wrong.

Everyone who returned to the shareholders' private room of the hotel, including my sister-in-law, and even Li Xuanba, raised the wine cup very impassionedly, but when he was drinking, it looked like someone forced him to drink horse urine, and the expression of squeezing his eyebrows and making his eyes was extremely painful, which was really speechless.

"It's a pity, such a good show, our brothers can only watch it for a day, alas, ......" Xue Wanche wiped the corners of his mouth after pouring two glasses of fine wine in a row, with a look of reluctance. As soon as these words came out, Liu Hongji next to him also sighed sadly. "There's no way, if our brothers don't go to prison again, maybe in another three or five days, we will have to go to the barracks to report, and if we want to be convicted at that time, we can only suffer from military law."