Qianlong's poems must not be able to catch up with the Six Emperors, because the Six Emperors improvised what the travelers must memorize ancient poems.

A hundred will appear ninety-nine.

One of the essential skills.

There's no need to go online.

Just this one can kill the 30,000 songs created before Qianlong in seconds.

With the vision of heaven and earth, snowflakes and hail fell down, just like this piece of stone ancient battlefield instantly returned to the earth-shattering, flying sand and rocks battle a hundred years ago.

I could vaguely see that the soldiers of the Dashun Army with an old Qin accent were blown by the wind and couldn't open their eyes, but they resolutely charged to the death, accompanied by the continuous fall of artillery arrows, and still shouted unyieldingly: "Today's national war, don't retreat, don't retreat!" ”

Although the soldiers of the Dashun Army fought desperately, the general trend had gone, and countless puppet soldiers with white cloth on their shoulders and the braided Zhenman poured into the battlefield from all directions.

Tens of thousands of soldiers in the old battalion of the Shun army did not say anything about retreating, and fifteen generals spilled blood on the battlefield, but they still could not change the outcome.

The sky was dark and the building was about to fall, and a middle-aged man wearing a felt hat and riding a white horse suddenly felt something, and subconsciously turned his head to look into the distance.

There, there was a young man riding a white horse like him.

The moment their eyes met each other, the heavens and the earth shook again!

There was a power outage in a stone, a power outage in Shanhaiguan, a power outage in Yongping Mansion, and a power outage in the whole of North China!

I don't know how long later, a lantern lit up in the middle of the battlefield.

The earth is also bright, and then it is clear.

"My way is not lonely, there will be reincarnation in a hundred years!"

The middle-aged man retracted his gaze, looked at the battlefield in front of him again, and looked at the Tartar cavalry roaring like a black cloud, and laughed fearlessly.

The laughter grew louder and louder until it broke through the sky.

The image dissipated.

There was only flying snow above a piece of stone, and the remains of the Dashun warriors who had been turned into bones after a hundred years.

There is also the long snake array lined up in the wind, and the banner that roars in the wind.

"Lao Li, this time I'll go straight to Huanglong!"

After compiling and sending the text message to Li Zicheng, Jia Liu suddenly felt extremely relaxed, let out a long breath, took one last look at the ancient battlefield under his feet, and slowly rode his horse towards the closed door.

On this eastward tour, his footsteps will be all over the white mountains and black waters outside the pass, representing 30,000 Han people returning to their homeland again.

"Old Ji, who did Your Majesty send a text message to just now?"

Queenie looked at His Majesty the Emperor in the distance with some puzzlement, and casually asked about the big cigarette pouch, but found that Ji Da Tobacco Pouch was twitching like a stroke, and was startled and hurriedly wanted to help the big cigarette pouch, but the big tobacco pouch suddenly sat in the snow, and then sat cross-legged like an old monk, took out the notebook from his arms, took out the sketch pen inserted in the chest pocket of his jacket, and danced on the notebook.

It was actually written in the poem that His Majesty had just recited!

Queenie confirmed, word for word.

"Count the romantic characters, but also look at the present!"

After reciting the full text, Lao Ji got up with a long roar, and with tears in his eyes, he asked Wang Sixi, the director of security, to give him the gun.

This made Director Wang very surprised: "Master Ji, what do you want a gun for?" ”

"It's okay to die at night!"

Lao Ji's face was vicissitudes of life, and at the same time, he was resolute: "It is enough to have Your Majesty in the Qing Dynasty literary circle, there is not much of my old Ji, and there are many of my old Ji, even so, what kind of face does my old Ji have to live in this world, go quickly, go quickly!" ”

As he spoke, he raised his gun to his temple, and looked at Director Wang and the guards in a daze.

Seeing that the important ministers of the court were about to die, how could everyone not be shocked in their hearts.

However, after a few breaths, no gunshots were heard.

Everyone looked at them fixedly, and Ji Zhongtang looked at them with an unhappy face: "No, I said that you won't persuade the old man?" ”

"Huh?"

Director Wang, who reacted, hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Ji Zhongtang's small pistol, and kept persuading, which made Ji Zhongtang rest thinking about dying.

"Phew!"

Qianlong looked at Ji Yun's dog face in his eyes from beginning to end, and at this time he didn't dare to say anything sarcastic, so he turned his back and took advantage of the devil's absence, secretly loosened his belt and took out the hidden "Diary of the New Emperor", and studied hungrily in the faint light.

In this era of the Restoration, where everyone is aiming for progress, he Chen Jialuo can no longer lag behind.

As the saying goes, the master uses ghost skills to control ghosts, as long as he learns the knowledge of Devil Six in his own mind and takes his wisdom into his own hands, in the future, he will still be able to do a good job.

Lao Ji is in the twilight of his life, and his heart is strong!

Queenie actually saw that Qianlong was secretly charging, but he pretended not to see it, because the diary was sold to Qianlong.

Qianlong had no money, but the old guy still secretly hid a few treasures on his body when he left the palace.

coughed lightly, and walked up to Lao Ji, who was shouting just now that he was embarrassed to live again: "I said that your Ji big cigarette pouch is so rolled?" Your Majesty has gone away. ”

The implication is that if you want to pretend, you have to pretend in front of the emperor, and when everyone is gone, you pretend to be a fart, and who do you pretend to show it.

"You don't understand,"

Lao Ji looked around, lowered his voice and said, "Your Majesty is far away, but there are Your Majesty's eyes and ears everywhere in this world. Don't you know that Atha has been so happy lately? If this continues, you and I will be replaced by Asha sooner or later. ”

"Huh?"

Hearing this, Queenie's heart moved, and he immediately said loudly: "Your Majesty's literary collection covers the ages, and in the future, you will have to give Your Majesty a written nickname, benevolence and filial piety will become the most holy super martial emperor!" ”

Fearing that His Majesty's ears and eyes would not be able to hear, Queenie repeated it three more times.

He is the prime minister and vice minister in charge of the Ministry of Rites, and in the future, if the six emperors are really gone, it is indeed he Quini who will first select the names of the six emperors and submit them to the cabinet for determination, and then the new emperor will promulgate them.

It's my job.

Before Jia Liu arrived at the gate, he knew that Lao Ji was convinced by his literary talent and wanted to commit suicide, so he was happy at the time: "If he wants to die, let him die, who asked you to stop him." ”

"Your Majesty, we didn't stop it, it was Master Ji himself who asked us to persuade him."

"And this?"

Jia Liu saw his mother's big ghost, and when he heard Queenie even consider his own name, he couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded, not because he was unhappy, but because he was not familiar with the etiquette model, and he was afraid that Queenie would fool him.

When I was wondering whether to call a few knowledgeable people to ask, several generals who had already arrived at Shanhaiguan had already come to greet them.

It is mainly Wang Fu, commander of the Eastern Advance Corps, as well as Bao Ning, the commander of the First Army, Zu Yingyuan, the commander of the Second Army, and Demu, the commander of the first mixed town, and Pan Zhishan, the commander of the second town, who are under the command of the Eastern Advance Corps.

(End of chapter)