The rain was pouring down, the canal was choppy, and a seemingly ordinary passenger ship was rising and falling with the waves.

At this time, Zhen Yingjun disappeared from Fang Cai's ruthless color, but instead wore green clothes and sipped tea and watched the wind and rain outside the cabin.

"Fourth master, the villain has already confirmed, Jia Yu brought four retainers and fifty guards to the south this time, and two hundred forbidden troops are responsible for transporting the saint's reward to the ancestor."

A spy quietly appeared at the bow of the ship, knocked on the hatch and came in to report the latest news.

Zhen Yingyun frowned when he heard the two hundred forbidden troops: "Which guard's forbidden army is it?" ”

The spy clenched his fists and replied: "This villain can't find out, but the villain has seen the leader with a bronze medal with a dragon head hanging from his waist." ”

As soon as the four words of the dragon's head bronze medal came out, the originally personable Zhen Si Master's face immediately changed greatly.

"Oops, it's a trick!"

Zhen Yingjun pushed open the door of the cabin, and the wind and rain instantly roared in. He couldn't care about the rain-disrupted bun and the robe soaked by the waves, and shouted at the people who were holding the boat: "Quickly let people go and inform the sixth child, retreat, retreat!" ”

The person supporting the boat was surprised, the brothers were all killed, and it was estimated that the gold and silver obtained by the Xue family from the sale of Xuzhou industry would be transported to the stockade in less than an hour. Will this retreat? Fourth master, this is crazy?

"Boom!"

The bright light in the distance suddenly turned into a huge fireball, illuminating the dock in the rainy night.

Zhen Yingyun's face was like ashes, and he sighed: "After all, it's still a step too late, I didn't expect that the Emperor Taishang would come to such a hand!" ”

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The huge explosion woke up the sleeping Jia Cong, and the light outside the house suddenly lit up and reflected the entire sky, and the people in the inn all looked at the flames on the bluestone road not far away in horror, and let the rain impact not extinguish it at all.

Jia Cong quickly got dressed, picked up the Yanling knife, hung a slingshot on his waist and rushed out of the house. I saw that the inn was not affected by the shouts outside, and the guards of the Jia family were staring in all directions like eagles.

Knock knock!

"Sister Lin, can you get up?"

Crunch, the door was opened in an instant, and Mama Wang was accompanying Daiyu who was awakened with Zijuan and Snow Goose.

Daiyu's body is indeed not very good, just now the huge explosion outside shook the earth, Daiyu was suddenly awakened, and she still had palpitations and paleness at this time.

"Brother Cong, you are here with your cousin, and I will go to the front to help my father!"

It is estimated that he heard the movement outside, and Jia Lian, who was dressed in armor, looked into the room, and left in a hurry after instructing Jia Cong.

Jia Cong only then thought that the big movement outside must have nothing to do with his father, after all, the forbidden thing of fierce fire oil can only be found in the fourth battalion.

As the first guard in the world, it is not surprising that Yu Linlang carries fierce fire oil with him, but what is unexpected is what are the people who are burned outside? How did you accidentally step into Yu Linlang's trap?

Jia Cong pushed the window open a crack and peeked out.

I saw that the bluestone paved streets were completely turned into a sea of fire, and about one or two hundred people writhed in the fire with swords.

"It's cruel, I'll never eat barbecue again!"

Jia Cong retched and complained by the way. Daiyu's curiosity was aroused by him, and he had to squeeze over to see the situation outside, so frightened that Jia Cong blocked in front of the window and shook his head vigorously.

"Don't look at it, or you won't be able to eat a bite of food for days. Mama Wang, help me stop it......"

Just as the sister and brother were scrambling for a place in front of the window, the sound of shouting and killing suddenly broke out outside. Although Daiyu had never encountered such a horrific thing, she was still able to pretend to be calm and sit at the table and make tea.

Jia Cong didn't break through Daiyu's use of boiling tea in the middle of the night to hide the panic in her heart, after all, she was just a little girl, soft and weak, I really don't know if the Lin Daiyu in her heart who uprooted the weeping willows can still appear?

"Sister Lin, let me tell you a story!"

The teacup in Daiyu's hand was accurately handed to Jia Cong, and Jia Cong was going to pour it down violently.

"It's hot, the tea needs to be tasted!"

Hearing Daiyu's stop, Jia Cong smiled, blew and poured a mouthful.

"Isn't tea just for quenching your thirst?"

Jia Cong's virtue Daiyu was clear, pouted and poured him a new glass.

I only heard Jia Cong say leisurely: "Chaos is not divided into heaven and earth, and no one sees it. Since Pangu broke Hongmeng, it has opened up from Ziqing to distinguish turbidity. Covering the masses of beings to look up to benevolence, inventing all things to be good. If you want to know the Yuan Gong of the Creation Society, you must see the Journey to the West......"

The sound of the fight outside did not affect Daiyu who listened to the story in the house at all, and for the little girl, the story of the Monkey King was more attractive than the story of those talented and beautiful women.

Jia Cong is not an unforgettable genius, and it is probably amazing to be able to remember "Journey to the West".

Coupled with the background of the times, many places are very different from this world, which makes Daiyu catch several contradictions.

"Where is this Datang?"

"Fictional!"

"Then the Chang'an City you are talking about, isn't it the Xi'an Mansion today?"

"I've said it's fiction!"

"You're not looking at the right eye!"

"Sister, you are my own sister, I just tell a story, not a strategy!"

"Okay, tell me a good story, is this Tang King Li Shimin Li Shimin, the second son of Tang Guogong Li Yuan, who raised troops in Taiyuan at the end of the Sui Dynasty? Wasn't he killed by Li Jiancheng? Then King Tang should be Li Jiancheng! ”

Jia Cong just talked about the Tang Wang's underground mansion, and he was already driven crazy by Daiyu.

It's not to blame Jia Cong, who would have thought that in the small world of this life, Li Jiancheng killed Li Shimin in Xuanwumen, and later because of Li Yuanji's rebellion, the Tang Dynasty collapsed after only less than a hundred years.

Later, it was still a hundred years of turmoil, since the Great Cadre unified the Central Plains, reopened the imperial examination, dismissed the family, followed Confucianism and Taoism, and broke through the 400-year dynasty.

Later, Meng Yuan rose and invaded the Central Plains when the new lord of Daqian was young and his internal affairs were in turmoil, causing nearly a hundred years of alien blood.

After more than ten years of ups and downs, he finally drove away the alien races, and reincorporated the Huahua world from Liaodong in the east, the Hexi Corridor in the west, the sea in the south, and the desert in the north.

Of course, this is only the place that the imperial court can directly manage, and the 36 kingdoms of the Western Regions, the Goryeo, Wa, and Ryukyu vassal states on the peninsula have not yet been counted.

Jia Cong said in a sad and indignant heart: Blame me? The history teacher would not have thought that the long river of time had turned a corner in the early Tang Dynasty!

After figuring out the historical context of today, he once thought about being a copyist, and used those peerless poems to plate himself with a layer of golden body of a young genius.

It's a pity that he never expected that when he copied Luo Bingwang's "Song of the Goose", he was arrested for Daiyu on the spot.

The long river of history has indeed turned a corner, but the bright stars in it still bloom their own light.

For example, Luo Bingwang, one of the four masters of the early Tang Dynasty, and Su Dongpo, a foodie known as Su Xian, have left beautiful poems.

Jia Cong, a pseudo-literary teenager, really doesn't know if the poems that once appeared in the textbooks have been spread by his predecessors.

The more I think about it, the more angry I become, people are all about what system cheats and what fathers. It's good that if he wants to be a copyist, he has to study hard first, and carefully find out which poems others haven't done.

Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing for someone to expose the text on the spot.