Song Ci spoke slowly, and the people in the audience, on the side of the stage, and in the live broadcast room all quieted down and listened carefully.

The man who asked the question sat down in silence.

The kid got a small stool out of nowhere to sit on, and everyone else was standing.

Zhang Dongsen slowly walked from the side of the crowd to the man's side.

The man stood up again and gave up the small stool to Zhang Dongsen to sit on.

[The hero of our story is called Wen Tianxiang. 】

[Two years before Wen Tianxiang was born, the Jin State, which had a deep blood feud with the Southern Song Dynasty, perished under the attack of the Mongol and Song coalition forces. Before the soldiers and civilians of the Southern Song Dynasty had time to taste the joy of the shame of Yixue Jingkang, they ushered in the southern invasion of Mongolia, and the 46-year Mongol-Song War broke out. 】

Most of the audience in the audience were a little confused.

I don't know what dynasty the so-called Southern Song Dynasty is in the mouth of the Song Dynasty.

But there are also viewers who have watched the previous show and probably have an understanding.

In the live broadcast room, because the people who poured in were basically fans of the guests of the "World" program, everyone was more familiar with the background of Song Ci's story.

"This Song Ci has started to make up stories again, right!?"

"Haha! I want to see what story she is going to make up this time! ”

"I'm looking forward to it, but I'm feeling a little embarrassed, brothers?"

[Wen Tianxiang Jinshi and the third year later, the Mongolian Khan Meng Ge led the army to invade the south, Huguang and Sichuan were in danger, and Lin'an Junchen was like a frightened bird. Someone proposed to move south, but Song Lizong, who was frightened by the abundant martial virtues of the Mongols as early as the failure of Duanping and Luo, was silent. There was silence on the temple, only Wen Tianxiang, who was the judge of the Ning Navy at the time, angrily reprimanded the move to the south, but no one responded, and the angry Wen Tianxiang chose to resign and return to his hometown......]

[In the seventh year of Xianchun, Kublai Khan changed the name of the country to Yuan, and the capital was set in Dadu the following year. 】

[In the ninth year of Xianchun, Xiangyang fell. 】

[The situation is becoming more and more difficult. 】

In the slow narration of Song Ci, everyone seems to be in the last years of the Southern Song Dynasty, that period of despair.

"Since Wen Tianxiang is the protagonist, then he should be able to repel the Yuan soldiers, right?"

"It's definitely okay, just wait for Song Ci to talk about it!"

"Come on!"

Before everyone knew it, they were completely immersed in the story of Song Ci.

[After the fall of Xiangyang, the Yuan army was like a broken bamboo, the Song army was about to collapse at the first touch, and the Southern Song Dynasty court, which had repeatedly asked for surrender to no avail, was forced to issue an edict to recruit the king of soldiers and horses from all over the world. 】

"Good! Here's your chance! In the audience, a bald middle-aged man shouted, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Immediately, he lowered his head in embarrassment.

But everyone's eyes are scorching!

Everyone is looking forward to the appearance of the main character!

Song Ci paced two steps on the stage.

[Wen Tianxiang wailed and cried after receiving the edict, and then organized tens of thousands of militia to reinforce Lin'an. 】

[He was advised not to hit a stone with an egg.] 】

[He responded: Therefore, if you don't measure yourself, but take your own example, there will be loyal ministers and righteous people in the world who will rise up when they hear the wind.] The righteous victor seeks to stand, and the people make contributions, so the society can still be protected. 】

Offstage, the audience was excited.

"Good, good!!"

"Looking forward to Wen Tianxiang killing the enemy!"

"We must take back the country!"

In the live broadcast room, the audience frantically sent barrages.

"I know it's a story, but why does it sound so exciting!"

"Teacher Song Ci's story is really emotional!"

"Damn, I can't wait to go up and kill the enemy!"

[In the first year of Deyou, the Yuan army was under the city of Lin'an, and the important ministers who were still loyal to the monarch and patriotic a few months ago either went out of the city to surrender, or fled overnight. 】

[Wen Tianxiang crossed the sea to Wenzhou and took the lead in supporting the emperor of Liyiwang Zhao Yu to unite the remaining anti-Yuan forces. 】

[However, the building will fall, and it is not something that can be saved by individuals, and the small court in exile in the Southern Song Dynasty is constantly fighting. 】

"I'm grass! What's the situation! ”

"Woooooooooo I kind of get it! The story of Song Ci is a story of a patriotic, but in the current situation, incompetent and unincompetent! ”

"! Moved to death! ”

"Where is the breaking point!"

"It's really powerless, I can understand that Wen Tianxiang is in that era...... But his personal power is really too small! ”

Side of the stage.

Everyone has been completely immersed in the story of Song Ci.

Shen Xi clenched his fists tightly with both hands, and the atmosphere in the story at this moment had been set to the extreme.

In his chest, there was a wave of anger that was difficult to dissipate.

The ruined court, the broken land of the Central Plains, who else can save it?

At this point, the story is desperate to the extreme.

But in everyone's hearts, there is still expectation.

I am still looking forward to the protagonist in Song Ci's mouth, who can save the building!

Everyone held their breath, looking forward to Song Ci's narration!

Zhang Dongsen sat silently, but his chest was rising and falling violently.

The image of Wen Tianxiang created by Song Ci moved him.

But the next moment, Song Ci disappointed everyone.

[In December of the third year of Jingyan, Wen Tianxiang retreated to Chuanao, the last base of the Southern Song Dynasty, and was soon betrayed by the Yuan general Zhang Hongfan. 】

[On the way to be captured, he passed by Ling Dingyang, where he wrote a poem. 】

Song Ci paused, walked to the side, took a bottle of mineral water, and took a sip.

"! Hurry up, boy! ”

"Hurry up, hurry up! Don't wait for such a soothing taste! ”

Song Ci straightened his chest, and in his pupils, there were complex emotions that were so rich that they couldn't be dissolved.

[Once the hard work has been encountered, there are few stars around]

[The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is fluttering, and the life experience is ups and downs, and the rain beats Ping]

[Panic beachhead said panic, zero Ding Yang sighed zero Ding]

Song Ci read word by word.

As if the words wept blood, everyone couldn't help but feel numb on their scalps, and an indescribable hot blood impulsed along the limbs of the body.

The audience had red eyes.

They saw a national hero who turned his back to the times and went backwards.

He sang and cried.

But his figure is so thin.

He wants to single-handedly prop up that dark world and recreate the good times.

But...... He's just a man after all.

"Woo woo woo moved to death!"

"Song Ci, you really know how to do it!"

"! Why is it so abusive! ”

"Song Ci, you kid, you must give Wen Tianxiang a good ending! I don't expect him to reclaim the world, but ...... Let him die properly, please! ”

At this moment, Song Ci stopped at the front of the stage and slowly read out the last sentence.

[Who has not died in life since ancient times, leaving Dan to take care of the sweat! ] 】

After speaking, the whole room was silent, and only the occasional sobs and gnashing of teeth could be heard.