"I, Zhao Ji, the eighth emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, the king of the Great Song Dynasty, I would like to ask the ancestors of Cangtian today."

"Can I afford a sound of glory to my ancestors?!"

You are the son of heaven, elegant and handsome, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, omniscient, completely interpreting the three words noble and handsome, many times Zhao Ji envies his group of concubines, what kind of blessing did he cultivate in his previous life, but he was able to have such a perfect husband of his own.

It was already perfect, and now it is blessed with the aura of merit of destroying Liao and restoring the land and reviving the Great Song Dynasty.

In Zhao Ji's opinion at this moment, the word perfect is too simple, and it is impossible to describe such a magnificent image of himself, and he deserves a more perfect word than perfect.

"Absolute."

A flash of inspiration flashed in Zhao Ji's mind, and a word jumped out.

"My merits, there are only two words in the world that can be recited!"

When Prime Minister Cai Jing heard this, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly answered, those who want to be on top can not do business, and they must be active.

This has been true both in ancient and modern times.

"The official family is superb!"

The rest of the people followed one after another, and for a while, the voice of wishing Zhao Ji to be at the top as soon as possible echoed in front of the ancestral tablet of this Taimiao.

After the voice subsided, Cai Jing continued to report to the leaders the progress of the most important work.

"The minister has respected the will of the official's family, and sent the envoy to deposit the gold as soon as possible, and discussed with the Jin State about the return of our dynasty to Yanyun and other places."

Hear the words.

Zhao Ji laughed, his face was full of unstoppable pride, and he almost tattooed the word "awesome" on his forehead.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! ”

"On the day when Yanyun's sixteen states restore my Great Song Dynasty, all civil and military officials will be rewarded!"

In the subconscious of Zhao Ji, the first noble marshal of the Great Song Dynasty, after the Liao State was destroyed, the Great Song of the Han family, as one of the two-way coalition forces, was of course qualified to retrieve the sixteen states of Yanyun that Shi Jingjiao cut out a hundred years ago.

After all, since ancient times, this land of Yanyun has been the sacred and inalienable territory of the Han family in the Central Plains.

Since the land of Yanyun was taken away by the Liao State at the beginning, and now the Liao State has been destroyed, isn't it a matter of course to take it back?!

"Xie Guanjia Longen!"

Headed by Prime Minister Cai Jing, the six thieves led the hundred officials of the Song Dynasty present, all kneeling and bowing to the Lord Longen, grinning happily, and they were all ready to take the sack to fill the money.

They are well aware of the casual nature of the Lord in front of them, as long as they make people happy, they are always not stingy with rewards, and throwing money is the basic operation.

In fact, the Song Dynasty took over the land of Yanyun this time.

In the original history, it was full of humiliation.

With the Song and Jin joint annihilation of Liao, the actual control of the sixteen states of Yanyun fell into the hands of the Jin State, and although the Song was the victorious country, it had no authority to control the spoils of war at all.

When Yanzhou was destroyed and Song sent an envoy to ask Jin for the sixteen states of Yanyun, the Jin State unilaterally refused to return the sixteen states of Yanyun to the Great Song on the grounds that the Song army's attack on Yanzhou was unfavorable.

In the end, after several rounds of negotiations between the two sides, the Jin side finally relented and agreed to return the six western states, including Yanzhou, to the Song Dynasty.

However, the precondition was that in addition to the number of annual coins fixed by the Song Dynasty to the Liao State every year, an additional 1 million yuan would be paid every year as tax money.

Of course, Zhao Ji didn't think about this condition, and shook his hand and agreed.

Money, it's just numbers, what I have in Da Song is money, it doesn't matter.

But in fact.

Although the Jin State verbally promised to return the six western states of the Song Dynasty, including Yanzhou, in fact it only returned Yanzhou, and before returning it, all the people, money and other things in Yanzhou City were emptied, leaving the Great Song Dynasty with a dilapidated and empty city after the baptism of war.

But Zhao Ji didn't care, all he wanted was face.

And after Jin Guo returned Yanzhou to the Great Song Dynasty, before the other five states promised in the contract were returned, Jin Guo unilaterally let go and drew a big hand-made cake for Song Ting.

The content is that as long as the Song court pays another amount of labor and military expenses for the Jin army, Yunzhou (Datong) will also be returned to the Great Song Dynasty.

The so-called blackmail, that's probably it.

But Zhao Ji didn't think so about it, and his face smiled crookedly: Quasi, quasi!

With a stroke of the pen, while spending money proudly, he set up Yanzhou Mansion in Yanzhou, and set up a 'Fuyanyun Monument' to praise his immortal achievements.

However.

On the Yunzhou pancake fruit opened by Jin Guo, after Zhao Ji paid a deposit of 250,000 yuan with a proud card, this matter was completely gone, and the seller said that the stove where he spread the pancakes went out.

This whole set is down, Jin Guo is completely playing the Song court as a fool from beginning to end, but Song Huizong Zhao Ji, a living treasure, has always thought that he has gained a big advantage, and every day he advertises his exploits as an emperor who can stand side by side with Taizu.

Before Zhao Ji could come back to his senses, together with the five western states promised before, before they could return, the Jin army had already hit Bianjing City.

From Jin Taizong's order to attack the Song Dynasty, from sending troops to attacking Bianjing, the capital of the Great Song Dynasty, it only took half a year before and after.

"Zhu Qing is flat."

Zhao Ji, who has always been very happy and immersed in his infinite achievements, raised his hand slightly.

Right now.

A gentle breeze, swept by.

Zhao Ji subconsciously raised his eyes and found that in the sky above his eyes, there were four figures appearing out of nothing, as if an immortal was in the world.

Not only did Zhao Ji find out about the appearance of these four people, but the officials who participated in this ancestor worship all saw it.

Suddenly.

The Song court ministers were in chaos, and they all looked up at these four volleys of empty figures, and their pupils shrank sharply.

There are people who can volley out of the void!

And Zhao Ji, who was standing in the center of the altar, was stunned, but his eyes were full of joy.

As the emperor of the Great Song Dynasty who respected Taoism as the state religion, Zhao Ji pursued the great cause of cultivating immortals all his life, and his madness about cultivating immortals was not inferior to that of the Jiajing immortals of the Ming Dynasty.

The reason why Song Huizong was not as famous as Jiajing Immortal in history was purely because Jing Kang shamefully covered up the brilliance of his Dao heart.

"Where is the Daoyou, can you talk about it?"

Zhao Ji looked at the sky and shouted with a smile, showing his demeanor as a son of heaven of the Song family.

However, there was no response.

Zhao Ji was a little suspicious in his eyes, as if he felt that he had a problem with his communication, after all, although he was the sect leader Daojun, he had lived for forty years, and today was the first time he communicated with his fellow Daoists.

"I..."

Perhaps because he felt that it was not good to use the word 'I' to shorten the distance between them, he quickly changed his words.

"I am Zhao Ji, the king of Shenxiao Yuqing, the leader of Shenxiao, and the disciple of Yuqing Yuan Shi Tianzun, dare to ask a few Taoist friends where they come from, and why they came to my Great Song Dynasty."

This sentence introduces itself.

……………………

Hongwu time and space.

"Ahh

The 36D holographic projection of the Great Song Xing is being broadcast live in the Drunken Immortal Building, and the position where Zhao Ji of Song Huizong is standing is just the seat where the Jiajing Immortal is located.

Jiajing Immortal opened his mouth with a mouthful of 82-year-old phlegm, which was directly aimed at Zhao Ji's brain.

Of course.

Because it was a live projection, this mouthful of old phlegm did not actually fall on Zhao Ji's brain, but penetrated Zhao Ji's body and landed impartially in the center of the forehead of Zhengde Wuzong, who was sitting next to Jiajing.

"This waste is also worthy of being called a Taoist friend?!"

At this second, the Jiajing Immortal still didn't notice his faux pas at all.

Until.

The sound of rage exploded.

"Stinky Taoist, you did it on purpose?!"

Wu Zong subconsciously wiped his forehead, and when he looked down and saw the slimy handful in his hand, he stood up angrily, waved his fist the size of a sandbag, and rushed towards the Jiajing Immortal.

"Unintentional mistakes."

"Listen to me."

Jiajing Immortal was stunned for a moment, and between his words, his reaction was also very fast, and his pace quickly retreated, dodging Wu Zong's fist.

"Explain your grandfather's legs!"

Wu Zong shouted violently.

picked up the chair next to him and rushed towards the Jiajing Immortal.

Emperor Zhu of Chenghua, who was sitting at the other table, saw that he was deeply speech, and frowned: "Do you know how to be polite or not?" Fight and fight, don't joke with grandpa! ’

Jiajing Immortal gritted his teeth while retreating to avoid Wu Zong, with a ruthless look in his eyes.

"Zhu Houzhao, don't regret it, you forced me!"

Anyway.

Jiajing Immortal also stopped retreating, his hands shook, as if he was conjuring, and a thumb-sized red pill appeared in each palm, and there was almost no hesitation at the moment when the red pill appeared, and he threw it out twice.

It turns out.

Although the Jiajing Immortal has been cultivating immortals in the temple all the year round, he must have practiced throwing kung fu often, and the accuracy of this throwing thing is simply not to say.

Double Ten Rings!

The two red pills fell into the mouth of Wu Zong, who opened his mouth and scolded angrily.

Entrance, i.e., melt.

At this moment, Wuzong Zhu Houzhao's pupils shrank sharply, his footsteps stopped instantly, and he was stunned in place, and his whole face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then rapidly advanced into eggplant purple.

And, at the same time, there was a rich 'qi' flowing from the tips of his teeth.

It's just a little bit of circulation.

All the people around Wu Zong seemed to be half of the ghost and frantically avoided it.

It seems that at this moment, Wuzong Zhu Houzhao has become a dung pit.

"Vomit !!"

Wu Zong held on to the chair in his hand, unable to suppress the nausea in his stomach, and hunched over and vomited.

In a flash.

The strong sour air quickly filled the entire main hall.

The whole audience exploded in an instant.

Only the Jiajing Immortals, who have their own immunity, are very satisfied with all this in front of them, and they are very satisfied with the new single attack magic weapon developed according to the 'One Breath Hundred Feet', which is so feeling!

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Meanwhile.

The Great Song Dynasty Xuanhe time and space, outside the Imperial Palace and Temple.

Ji Boying stood in the air, with his hands behind his waist, his eyes lowered slightly, his eyes were indifferent, and he looked at Zhao Ji of Song Huizong who was trying his best to greet him below.

There is one thing to say.

Even from the aesthetic point of view of Ji Boying, a modern person, this Song Huizong Zhao Ji can be regarded as a handsome man, especially the elegance and nobility and classical art atmosphere revealed by his gestures, which is enough to make the Korean sticks in later generations kneel and embarrass them.

"I'll send you some."

Ji Boying said lightly.

The word fell into the ears of Zhao Ji on the altar, and Zhao Ji was stunned when he heard this, and his eyes showed suspicion.

Giving away?

Just a moment of surprise, Zhao Ji's eyes lit up, and he already had a self-guess in his heart.

'Could it be that God thanked me for my merits and specially sent an immortal envoy to send a fairy as a servant? ’

Thinking of this, my heart suddenly became hot.

Although he Zhao Ji is dedicated to cultivating immortals on weekdays, he does not refute cultivation and beauty, and he is also a romantic man, and he has always had a lot of experience with women.

What's more, it is a fairy in the sky, the fairy golden light and the cave of mortals, there must be something different, when you find out.

Just when Zhao Ji's heart was hot, he guessed what kind of fairies he was, how many fairies there were, and how to deal with them after he got these fairies, whether to go up together or wait together.

Suddenly.

Zhao Ji felt that with the former crown prince Zhao Huan, the six thieves and first-class ministers, including Cai Jing, all of them had their pupils shrinking sharply, and they were courtiers with older age and seniority, and their eyes were more and more revealing of fear.

There are even a few timid ones, and they directly knelt down and kowtowed frantically.

'Oh? ’

'Why are the ministers so afraid, is it because my majesty has come to this?' ’

'Hahaha, it seems that this is the legendary self-righteousness of not being angry! ’

'It's really me! ’

For the current frightened attitude of the ministers, Zhao Ji was obviously very satisfied in his heart.

"It's you incompetent erector who almost makes my bloodline extinct!"

Suddenly, a voice containing anger erupted, and at the same time, there was a golden cane, which smashed into the knee of Zhao Ji's left leg, and the sharp pain hit in an instant, and the greatest pain in his life was Zhao Ji, who was bitten by mosquitoes, and suddenly ┗|'O′|┛嗷~~ got up.

"Arrogance!"

When Zhao Ji drank violently, he subconsciously turned around and looked.

When he saw those strange and familiar faces, the whole person was suddenly stunned on the spot, and he didn't dare to shout out the anger in his throat, so he could only swallow them all raw.

"Beat me to death!"

Zhao Er's face was furious, and he took the lead in raising the golden crutch in his hand to blast the hammer towards Zhao Ji.

Of course, the first good cub Emperor Taishan wants to help the old father at this time, roll up his sleeves to keep up, and beat this Zhao Ji wildly, how much he praised Zhao Ji before, and how hard he is beating now.

The love is deep, and the hatred is fierce.

Several other Zhaojiazhuang Tianzi, who are in the same vein as the car god, saw that they were not to be left behind, punching and kicking, and frantically beating.

After all.

Judging from the information that the Immortal Master poured into their minds, their branch of the Cheshen bloodline can be regarded as completely wiped out in the difficulty of Jingkang's shame, and let the Great Song Dynasty be nailed to the pillar of shame of history no matter how much it can't be washed, and suffer from the ridicule of later generations.

Most of the reason for the fame of the weak Song Dynasty in later generations comes from the shame of the Northern Song Dynasty.

As for Zhao Da, Song Taizu did not participate in the siege of Zhaojiazhuang, but just stood on the side and watched calmly.

He didn't choose to beat Zhao Ji, although before he came, he was indeed full of anger in his heart, and he couldn't wait to kick Zhao Ji to death.

But think about it again.

He remembered that he had asked the immortal master a question before, that is, what was the age of the Great Song Guozuo.

The answer is that the Great Song Dynasty has 319 years.

However, now from the year when he began to open the country, until the end of the Jingkang disaster, it will be less than two hundred years, which means that there are still more than 100 years of remaining national Zuo in the Great Song Dynasty.

Since the second child is now an absolute heir, at least in terms of imperial inheritance, it means that the inheritance of the Great Song Dynasty emperor for more than a hundred years in the next hundred years will not be among the bloodlines of the second child.

Since he is not in the second child's bloodline, it is naturally in his Taizu bloodline.

Figure this out.

Zhao Da was entangled with a little relief in his heart.

Shu Chang is because of the bloodline of the Great Song Emperor, after many twists and turns, he finally returned to his descendants, which shows that the sky has eyes.

And what is entangled is that he, as the founding ancestor of the Great Song Dynasty, saw that the Great Song Dynasty suffered such a humiliation from Jingkang today, and he was really indignant, which left a weak name for the name of the Song Dynasty.

After all, looking at which dynasty it is, there is an emperor and the emperor who studied abroad with thousands of concubines of the clan.

Under this tangled and complicated mood, Zhao Tiantian lost his interest in beating Zhao Ji.

And the six thieves closest to Zhao Ji, including Cai Jing and Tong Guan, watched the scene of Zhao Ji being frantically beaten, and everyone was frightened, not daring to squeak, let alone moving.

Take Cai Jing, an old thief, as an example, Cai Jing was a jinshi in the reign of Song Shenzong Xining.

That is to say, the head of the six thieves has worked for the three emperors of Song Shenzong Zhao Xu, Song Zhezong Zhao Xu, and Song Huizong Zhao Ji, and of course they are all familiar with each other.

And not only him.

Among these hundred officials, all the important ministers who are in the two provinces basically have the qualifications of the three dynasties.

Of course, they all knew Song Shenzong and Song Zhezong.

And at this moment, I saw Song Shenzong Zhao Xuan and Song Zhezong Zhao Xu, the two of them stepped forward one left and one right, standing on the edge of this altar, their eyes scanning the ministers below, many of them were familiar old faces.

The civil and military ministers, including Cai Jing's six thieves, were all trembling under such a glance, and they didn't even dare to let go of a fart.

After all.

Today's central theme is ancestor worship.

Since it is an ancestor worship, it is not surprising that the ancestors of the Great Song Dynasty appeared!

Moreover, no matter how you look at it, this is a private matter of your old Zhao family, and we wage earners are completely unsuitable for mixing.

They all bowed their heads silently, as if they hadn't seen or heard anything for the official family who was being beaten.

Above this altar, Ji Boying took Lao Zhu, Li Er, and Liu San, and the four of them calmly looked at the 'cruel' scene that was going on below.

Insert one more sentence, it is not that Ji Boying treats Qin Shihuang differently and deliberately does not take Zulong Yingzheng with him, but that Zulong is obsessed with the 33rd-order Rubik's Cube and takes the initiative to refuse to participate in any collective activities.

"Brother, in fact, the fall of the Northern Song Dynasty, from the perspective of bloodline, is also a blessing for Xiao Zhao."

"At least the bloodline has returned to the main sect."

Lao Zhu said that he had always been most concerned about the issue of bloodline inheritance.

From the royal blood of the Song Dynasty.

At the beginning of the founding of the Song Dynasty, the first generation of major sects was the bloodline of Zhao Kuangyin, and Zhao Guangyi's bloodline could only be regarded as a small sect.

"It's a pity."

"Jin's destruction of the Northern Song Dynasty is actually an opportunity, not broken and not established, reborn after breaking, sweeping away the disease of weak soldiers in the Northern Song Dynasty for a hundred years, and the Southern Song Dynasty originally had a chance to recover the rivers and mountains."

Lao Zhu sighed leisurely, with a little regret in his words.

In fact, not only Lao Zhu, but anyone who reads history, as long as he reads the history of blood and fire in the early years of the Southern Song Dynasty, he will sigh.

Ji Boying did not answer much.

His eyes lightly swept the scene below, and then a thought moved.

Jing Kang shame is just to answer Zhao Da's question, he mainly talks about the establishment process of the Southern Song Dynasty, plus the Western Liao, the Southern Song Dynasty, and the Southern Ming Dynasty for horizontal comparison, so that Lao Zhu and the Zhu family princes can more truly understand.

What is Nanming.

At the same time, let these princes of the Zhu family understand one thing, why not merge the short 17-year Guozuo of the Southern Ming Dynasty into the Guozuo of the Ming Dynasty.

Because, unworthy.

Swish.

With the thought of the immortal master, the figures of the four people all disappeared in mid-air, and along with them, the group of people on the altar, even Zhao Ji of Song Huizong, who was beaten wildly, all disappeared.

Instantly.

Originally, the vast courtyard of this Taimiao was still resounding with the terrible sound from the emperor, and suddenly it became completely quiet.

After a short silence, all the officials of the Song court, the civil and military ministers, quietly raised their heads, subconsciously glanced at the altar from the corner of their eyes, and when they found it empty, their faces changed drastically, and their pupils shrank sharply.

What's going on?

The emperor was taken away by the ancestors of the apparitions?

There's no emperor here, what's going to happen next?!

Just when the six thieves and hundreds of officials, including Prime Minister Cai Jing, were in a daze, the crown prince Zhao Huan, who was quick-witted and the first to react, walked slowly to the center of the altar with his head held high, his eyes like a torch, sweeping over the hundred officials below who looked confused.

Full of breath, he said loudly.

"The father has no way, the ancestor punishes, this is a heavenly punishment, and it has nothing to do with Zhuqing."

"However, the sky cannot be without a day, the country cannot be without a king for a day, this palace is a descendant of the heavenly family, as the prince of the dynasty, he should succeed to the throne under the protection of the ancestors, and the important town is the mountains and rivers of the Great Song Dynasty!"

Zhao Huan waved his hand, and the jawline raised at a 45° angle: Get out of the way! I'm going to start pretending!

……………………

Hongwu time and space.

Swish.

The wind, slightly blowing.

Since the iterative upgrade of the dog system, it has been possible to choose the sound effect of the time of crossing the arrival by itself, and Ji Boying turned off the original thunder sound for the first time and replaced it with a softer sound of the breeze.

Everywhere there is thunder, and it is about to become a thunderstorm.

This is like a mobile phone ringtone, the moment Ji Boying uses it from high school to the mountain and flowing water, it is the 'summer wind' refrain.

However.

At the moment when Ji Boying appeared in the Drunken Immortal Building with everyone at this moment, his brows furrowed violently.

He noticed that between his snorts, there was suddenly a nauseous smell that made his stomach churn and rush in, and the stomach acid couldn't stop surging upward.

'What's going on?! ’

Subconsciously gaze away.

I saw that in the main hall of the Drunken Immortal Building at this moment, the Jiajing Immortal was like a 'Red Pill Heavenly God', with a large handful of red pills in the palms of both hands, and he threw himself at Wuzong as if he didn't want money, and his mouth was about to smile.

Even if these red pills don't fall into the mouth, they will scatter when they land, and the qi that comes out will be shockingly green.

And at this moment, Wuzong Zhu Houzhao was surrounded by this rich green gas, standing in an armchair, and the whole person was about to vomit out bile.

Even if he covered his mouth and nose with the torn strips of dragon robe cloth on his body, he still couldn't resist this powerful aura.

However, under such difficult conditions, Wuzong Zhu Houzhao did not choose to give up surrendering, but while covering his mouth and vomiting, he dragged a chair towards Jiajing Immortal and killed, his eyes were red, and he couldn't tell whether he was vomiting or angry.

"You dog Taoist, if I don't break your leg today, Lao Tzu won't be called Zhu Houzhao!"

As for the others.

Whether it is surnamed Zhu, surnamed Li, or surnamed Zhao, they are all three feet away from Jiajing Immortal and Wuzong Zhu Houzhao, and everyone covers their mouths and noses with their cuffs, and it is difficult to hide the disgusting look on their faces.

In the face of the current situation, even the disciplinary committee member Ah Biao can't do anything, because with these two people as the center, the green gas in a radius is steaming, which is simply the source of poisonous gas in the dung pit.

Whoever steps in, I am afraid that whoever will die directly on the spot.

Quickly sweeping the situation on the scene, almost subconsciously, Ji Boying raised his hand and waved, and in front of everyone, a hard-to-find N95 mask appeared in the void three years ago.

Ji Boying held his breath and put on the mask familiarly, so he dared to take a breath for breath.

In the seconds he had figured out the situation, he almost threw up his overnight meal.

Then, a thought struck.

Rumble!

There was a bang, and I saw that the roof of this drunken immortal building exploded in an instant.

Before everyone could react from the shock of the explosion on the roof of the building, they saw two super large iron pots smashed down from the sky.

Airplanes~!

Boom! Stir up smoke and dust!

These two cauldrons, strictly and accurately, detained Jiajing Immortal and Wuzong Zhu Houzhao in it.

Zhu Zhanji, the Emperor of Xuande, who was hiding on the left edge and running poison, saw that his eyes lit up and he was eager to try.

I'm familiar with this operation!

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PS: The little demon is starting to enter the infant withdrawal period, and the night is too difficult to endure.

(End of chapter)