Pearl Fulun was stunned at first, and then realized that Hua really wanted to clean his hands, and immediately showed a strange expression, but after a breath, the strangeness was replaced by envy, and deliberately said in a louder voice:

"Ah, Sister Hua Zhen, is this a rule to learn from the Song people? It's really elegant. I heard that your Song teacher is very knowledgeable, when will you invite him to teach us the etiquette of the south? When my sister talked like this, I thought I was having tea with the girls of the Song Kingdom."

When the women in the pavilion heard this, you look at me, I look at you, and they all ate and laughed.

Pearl's words have spikes in them, and anyone can understand them.

The noble girl who was invited to come today, Tai Ban is good friends with Pearl, and Hua Zhen, an outsider, is almost alone, so someone jumped out to help Pearl:

"Yes, yes, Sister Hua Zhen's gesture of holding the tea cup is also like that of a girl in Song Kingdom, with her fingers cocked."

"Sister Hua Zhen, is this skirt also the pattern drawn by your Song master? It's weird, like a flower that has been crippled by the rain."

"Sister Hua Zhen, I heard that your Song master is handsome, when will you bring it over to us to see? I don't believe he can be better looking than the ones my sister raised."

Words come and go, guns and sticks, every sentence does not leave the word "Song", and at the end, he even pulled out the slaves, but he compared Hua Zhen to the most lowly Song people in the Jin country.

The east wind swept the bamboo shadow peach branches, as if trying to ease the tide surging in the hexagonal pavilion, but in vain.

Pearl Fulun held his cheeks with a smile, watching the women besiege Hua Zhen with a smile, but he didn't even persuade him, but his face was full of interest, as if he was very happy to hear it.

The smile on the face of the flower is also sweet, so beautiful that it can be picked off and worn as a flower. When the voices of the women finally stopped, she brushed her sideburns and smiled:

"One by one, you are like little children. Do you know that the teacher is a very important and respectable person, he taught me knowledge, taught me the principles of life, I, a student, can only obey his call, where can I call him out casually?

Sister Pearl, don't laugh, I didn't say this, it was His Majesty the Emperor. I still remember that when I was in the Imperial City of Changli, His Majesty said to my father that those Song teachers with profound knowledge are like the mountains and rivers, and we must humbly learn from them the height of the mountains and the greatness of the rivers, and learn all their strengths.

At that time, our Dajin warriors will also fight in the Central Plains, and then we will be able to let those Song people be our students, and we will teach them the principles of life and work, so that they will obey our discipline, accept our rule, and become the most obedient subjects of my Dajin."

Unhurriedly, there was silence in the hexagonal pavilion, and Wei Shu, who was far away outside the pavilion, was also in his heart.

How sinister is that?

How far-reaching is this?

Hua really can't say such a thing.

Based on her age, experience, and Akith's understanding of her, it is impossible for her to have such an insight, which shows that this is indeed what she heard, and if the person who said this is the emperor of the Jin Kingdom, then the ambition of the wolf son of the Jin Kingdom is clearly revealed. ….

This is not only limited to "mastering the strength of the Yi to control the Yi", but "using the Jin Dynasty for the Song Dynasty", "turning the evil into the right", and finally achieving the goal of "treating more with less".

If the Jin people really seize the Central Plains and implement this government, it will not take two or three generations of work, and the people of the Central Plains will regard the Jin people's out-of-style education as if they were a guideline, and instead regard the origin of their ancestors as a fallacy and heresy.

If the Jin people degrade Song Yangjin on the grounds of "the superiority and inferiority of the bloodline", the descendants of the Central Plains will despise themselves with the Central Plains bloodline, and regard the Jin bloodline as noble, and then despise themselves and be willing to be slaves.

Where is this edification?

This is clearly going to cut off the roots of my Central Plains!

I can't say yes!

For a while, Wei Shu only felt that her heart was on fire, and her dantian breath was surging, and even her brain suddenly throbbed.

Everything on the side is fine, but the word "ancestor", she will categorically not give it to others,

It will not be given to this alien race with a ghost in his heart.

The incense that will be honored by the descendants of later generations can only be accepted by the orthodoxy of the Central Plains, and others will not want to take it away even if they have a star, otherwise, I will punish him.

Wei Shu closed her eyes slightly, and used a few breaths to suppress her ups and downs, before she opened her eyes again, changed her appreciative eyes, and looked at Hua Zhen in the pavilion from afar.

It seems that Hua Zhen really didn't study with the Song teacher in vain, and the answer to this hidden needle not only brought out the scene of the Emperor of Jinguo, but also the majesty of his words and the profundity of his meaning, which are much higher than those of pearls.

In addition, the old emperor of the Jin Kingdom also deserves praise.

Wei Shu cast his gaze farther to the north, which was in the direction of Changli, the capital of the Jin Emperor.

Originally, it was just a small clan of young people, but it was able to force the Great Song Dynasty to have to fight with it for many years, and after establishing the country with martial arts, he knew how to learn the strengths of the Great Song Dynasty with an open mind, and was not ashamed to follow the Song rules and regulations.

After all, the people who know the Great Song Dynasty best in this world can only be those Song people, they know the weakness of the Great Song Dynasty, so they pick the sore feet of the Great Song Dynasty to fight, and over time, it will be a force far more terrifying than the Jin people's male soldiers.

With such a heart and such means, this Golden Emperor is no worse than those Holy Ming monarchs throughout the ages.

Just think about it calmly, Wei Shu has to admit that there are talented people in the country, and the male lord of this generation is not in the Central Plains, but in a foreign land.

From this point of view, this neighbor in the north of the Great Song Dynasty is really a very difficult lord to get along with, if the Great Song Dynasty does not wake up quickly, I am afraid that Hua Zhen's laughter will come true.

When thinking about it like this, Wei Shu, who was no longer the monarch, couldn't help but have some unfounded worries, but unfortunately she is now in a foreign country, and she is still a slave, even if she has great ambitions, she can only live in her mind.

In the hexagonal pavilion, Hua Zhen finished saying that, and didn't care whether the women in the pavilion understood it or not, so he left the table with light steps.

Granny Ke saw it from a distance, and immediately called a group of maidservants to follow, and the group followed Hua Zhen to a fine house deep in the bamboo forest.

The house was set up next to the rose flower barrier, but it was also suitable for use as a clean room, and the house was smoked with a very strong incense inside and out, and it could be smelled from afar.

It is said that this incense is a strange fragrance unique to the Jin country, and its golden name is also very awkward, Wei Shu only remembers that its Central Plains meaning "thousand miles of incense".

This name is also appropriate, it is really fragrant and does not disperse, stay close, but the smell is not so pungent, but there is no smell of flowers and trees near the left, all of them are covered by this thousand miles of incense, which shows the domineering of this fragrance.

Yao Jishan