"Heheha!"

"The sixteen states of Yanyun have returned to the sixth, God bless me Da Song! Hahaha! ”

Above the court, Song Huizong Zhao Ji looked up to the sky and smiled, without taking into account his demeanor as an emperor.

Yanyun Sixteen Prefectures, Da Song's heart disease, now three or four out of ten have been cured, how can he not be happy.

The ancestors of the Zhao family know that they will laugh at Jiuquan.

Zhao Kuangyin: "Ah~Catalpa~"

"Your Majesty!" Under the stage, Prime Minister Cai Jing stood up and poured a basin of cold water and said: "Yanjing, Zhuozhou, Yizhou, Danzhou, Shunzhou, Jingzhou, and Jizhou are all ruined walls, and the fox's den is a useless empty city!" ”

"At this time, it belongs to my Great Song, not a benefit!"

As soon as the words fell, the rest of the civil officials also stood up and echoed Cai Jing's words, but several military generals obviously disagreed and argued with him.

"Alright!"

Zhao Ji was a little headache by their quarrel, waved his hand and said: "This matter has been decided, the restoration of the six states must be done, you just need to play the plan, and retreat!" ”

Then, surrounded by eunuchs, he returned to his room.

There was a nice strange stone offered below today, and he was going to go back and take a look.

Closing the door, Zhao Ji unloaded the heavy burden on his body, and his identity changed from an emperor to a collector.

Looking at the calligraphy and paintings, stones, and stones in the room, Zhao Ji couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Hey?

What is this thing?

There was an empty door in front of his proud self-portrait, blocking his handsome face, which could have been admired as soon as he entered the door every day.

Zhao Ji was just about to get angry and reprimand the eunuch for his ineffective work, when he found that the words on this door... Something.

"Good words, good words! And it's carved on the door, I don't know who made it. ”

As he spoke, Zhao Ji hurriedly stepped forward to take a closer look at the words on the door.

But by chance, because of his slightly faster steps, he fell and entered the door.

……

"Borrowing the east wind?" Zhou Yu exclaimed, turned his head to look at Zhuge Liang and said meaningfully: "No wonder when you distributed the rewards before, you didn't want to stargaze, it turned out that you would." ”

"Romance, romance can't be counted, uh drink, drink!" Zhuge Liang sweated on his forehead, and quickly covered it with wine.

It's dangerous! The little secret was almost discovered.

"Humph!"

Zhou Yu didn't take it to heart, if he talked about the east wind, he called the first, no one dared to call the second, why Zhuge Liang borrowed?

Romance pressed the tongue battle group Confucianism, the grass boat borrowing arrows, and the east wind on Zhuge Liang's body, it seems that he is very convinced of his wisdom, and I can't underestimate the enemy.

After watching the entire battle of Chibi, Zhuge Liang's expression became more and more embarrassed, just like Guan Yu watched Wenjiu kill Huaxiong.

Obviously, they are not weaker than others, but pressing other people's schemes on themselves is not a compliment for them.

Especially when he saw that he ordered the three armies and was ready to grab the benefits, he sent Guan Yu to guard Huarong Dao, and Zhuge Liang couldn't wait to pump himself.

What is for the whole Guan Yu Festival, what is afraid of chaos in the north, it's all!

Take 10,000 steps back, even if he really thinks so, can't he catch Cao Cao? Can't you catch all the generals of the Cao army?

Watching Cao Cao leave from Huarong Dao safely, Zhuge Liang's heart was dripping blood.

Where are these people, they are moving pieces of gold!

He couldn't believe how much they could get from the north if they were all caught.

Hey~ Romance! Romance! Fake is fake!

"Who are you? Why in my dormitory? Someone, someone! ”

Just when Zhuge Liang's Dao heart was almost broken, a shout brought him back to reality.

The crowd also burped and turned their heads to look at the door, in high spirits.

Looking at the appearance, this person did not look like the last emperor, the nobility and majesty between his eyebrows and eyes, coupled with the sonorous and powerful tone, they guessed that this person might be the emperor after the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Yuanzhang also guessed this, frowned slightly, and asked loudly with the strength of wine: "What is your name?" ”

For this person who may have robbed him of his Ming dynasty, how could Zhu Yuanzhang have a good temper.

Isn't it because there is no direct pros and cons between the emperors present that there is such harmony?

The Qin Dynasty and Liu Xiuzhong were separated by the Western Han Dynasty, the Western Han Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty were separated by the Jin Dynasty, the Tang Dynasty and the Song Dynasty were separated by five dynasties and ten kingdoms, and the Song Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty were separated by the Yuan Dynasty.

There was no direct conflict between them, so they were able to drink and chat together.

If this is still a founding emperor, after Zhu Yuanzhang goes back, I'm afraid he won't destroy that surname!

Zhao Ji told the truth, but he was also shocked that Zhu Yuanzhang's voice, momentum, and even majesty were several grades stronger than him, and he subconsciously weakened him by a few points.

"I... I am the emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, and you dare to be presumptuous! ”

Well? Great Song?

Zhu Yuanzhang's sharp eyes instantly became round, and the wolf king who looked down on the world once again turned into a husky.

Ma Dan, the wrong person.

At this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang was indeed embarrassed, not to Zhao Ji, but because he felt embarrassed because he was fierce to Zhao Kuangyin's juniors.

Zhu Biao on the side understood something when he saw his expression, quickly got up and went over, whispered a few words to Zhao Ji, and explained a little.

I saw Zhao Ji's expression - colorful!

"You... Are you Emperor Taizu? ”

Zhao Ji approached Zhao Kuangyin step by step, his eyes widening and he didn't dare to blink.

It does seem to be somewhat similar.

Zhao Ji is the eighth emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, and there is a gap of more than 100 years between the two, plus there are many literati and writers in the Song Dynasty, and Zhao Kuangyin's portrait is also very expressive, so he can detect something.

"Taizu? The temple number is right? Zhao Kuangyin smiled and beckoned, let Zhao Ji sit beside him and said, "I am Zhao Kuangyin!" ”

Zhao Ji's pupils shook violently, intellectually he didn't want to believe this kind of thing, but... He looked around and knew that this was definitely not his room.

The person who can bring him here silently, except for the immortals, can only be the store manager that the child just said.

Thinking about this clearly, Zhao Ji was very excited in his heart, took a few steps back and knelt down, and said loudly:

"Zhao Ji, the eighth emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, meet Emperor Taizu!"

"Uh-he-he, up... The eighth generation? ”

Zhao Kuangyin was stunned for a moment, because according to their expectations, the people who came behind were all the kings of the dead country, could it be that he only inherited eight generations of the Great Song Dynasty?

Thinking of this, he didn't let Zhao Ji get up, but said seriously: "Let me ask you, how is the situation of Da Song now?" ”

Zhao Ji didn't know what Zhao Kuangyin was thinking, and replied excitedly: "Back to Emperor Taizu, the Great Song Dynasty is still prosperous!" It has a population of 14 million households! The military strength is more than 800,000! The treasury is abundant, the people are rich, and recently the six states of Yanyun have been recovered! The remaining ten states are just around the corner! ”

“…”

His words caught Zhao Kuangyin off guard.

Can this be the king of the dead country?