Chen Ao listened to Mr. Liu's ridicule, but he was not angry, but he was taken aback, and blurted out: "Song Dynasty, Northern Song Dynasty or Southern Song Dynasty, and now the emperor is Zhao Kuangyin or Zhao Gou?"

Chen Ao's history is limited to the pitiful knowledge in high school textbooks. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe Song Dynasty was divided into the Northern Song Dynasty and the Southern Song Dynasty, and the founding emperors were Zhao Kuangyin and Zhao Gou. He remembered these things most clearly, and asked them without thinking.

Mr. Liu listened, and pointed at Chen Ao: "You, you, you, you dare to call Emperor Taizu by his name!"

This old master had read the books of sages, and even though he was in a bandit village, he still felt unbelievable about Chen Ao's words and deeds of disrespecting the monarch.

Chen Ao didn't feel anything wrong, he just wanted to quickly figure out what period it was, and listening to him, it shouldn't have been to the Southern Song Dynasty yet.

"You don't talk nonsense, now it's the emperor of the Northern Song Dynasty?"

Mr. Liu was a little indignant, and said sharply: "Today's saint is the Emperor of Shengyuanxiao, who should be in line with the ancient divine skills of the ancient gods!"

Chen Ao heard him read such a long list of unreadable words, and he was really afraid that he would not be able to catch it in one breath and suffocate to death. By the time Mr. Liu finally finished reading, Chen Ao was still confused.

He suddenly remembered that the titles of Song Taizu, Song Taizong, etc., which were said to be smooth, were all the emperor's temple numbers. And this temple number was sealed after the emperor had braided his hair. Chen Ao wanted to understand this truth, patted his head, tried to soften his tone, and asked:

"Mr. Liu, what about this...... Who is the first emperor?"

Mr. Liu took a few breaths, and his breath eased a little. Although he still hated Chen Ao to the core, he didn't know what he asked the emperor for no reason, so he was curious for a moment, so he replied: "Emperor Xian, of course it's Emperor Taizong!"

Song Taizong, Zhao Guangyi, then it should be the third emperor of the Northern Song Dynasty now, remember right, it seems to be Song Zhenzong Zhao Heng!

Chen Ao couldn't help but admire his memory. These are the things that happened to some of the old sesame seeds and rotten millet many years ago, and I still remember it.

But that's all he remembers. If it is Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin, Chen Ao also knows a yellow robe, a glass of wine to release military power or something. He didn't know anything about this Zhao Heng.

But then he thought about it, why did he need to know what these emperors had done? Think about how you can go back to the future!

Mr. Liu couldn't hear Chen Ao speak, and he didn't know what he was thinking for a while, so he couldn't help but ask, "You kid, where did you come from?"

Chen Aozheng sighed in his heart, how could he have returned to the world more than a thousand years ago after being killed by a single shot? At this time, when he heard Mr. Liu's voice, he suddenly remembered that there was a murderer sitting next to him, and he couldn't help but feel creepy again.

Even if this person was a little old man who didn't have much strength, Chen Ao didn't feel well. Those who can kill people, unless they have some deep hatred, their psychology must be dark to the extreme.

Listening to what they said today, it seems that this Mr. Liu has always gotten along well with the people in the cottage, and he still eats at the same table. If it weren't for the fact that this person's psychology has been extremely distorted and perverted, how could he attack his good brother who gets along with him day and night for no reason?

Isn't such a person even more terrifying? A person who eats at the same table with him every day suddenly rises out and kills people. It's oozing when you think about it!

Chen Ao shuddered, and did not answer Mr. Liu's question, but said sharply: "Why do you want to kill the second master?"

He wanted to put his tone a little more vicious, but when he said it, he was weak, not only did not deter Mr. Liu, but instead attracted a sneer from Mr. Liu.

In the darkness, only the sneer of "hum hum" was heard. Chen Ao felt more and more creepy. He couldn't help but clench the handle of the dagger hidden in his waist, thinking to himself, if this old boy dared to poison me, Lao Tzu would kill him first!

In fact, it's not that Chen Ao is angry in his heart, he just thinks this way just to cheer himself up. How could he, a cowardly person who didn't even dare to kill chickens and fish, dare to stab people with a knife? Chen Ao was still a little self-aware.

The two of them don't speculate, and no one cares about anyone. Faintly hearing babbling and crying from the cottage, Chen Ao knew that it must be the Wu family who was holding a funeral.

Until late at night, no one remembered that there were two poor hungry worms in the firewood room. Chen Ao was tired for a day, and it was really difficult to support it so far, and his eyelids were fighting. Listening to the whispers of people, he fell asleep.

The night in the mountains is quite cold. The genius was bright, and Chen Ao woke up from freezing. He was already curled up in a ball, only his right hand always held the hilt of the sword, and he did not dare to relax.

Lying on the ground and sleeping all night, every joint in my body felt like rust, sore and painful. Chen Ao looked up and saw that Mr. Liu was also sleeping in the same position at the other end of the firewood room. The two were wary of each other, separated by three or four meters, and resolutely refused to approach.

He got up and moved his arms, rubbing his body a little warmer, and then he felt more comfortable.

The sound of a rooster crowing could already be heard in the cottage. Chen Ao was a little abrupt, there is no clock and no watch in this era. Of course, there is no electricity, no lights, no televisions, no computers, no mobile phones. The necessities of life are now gone.

Chen Ao couldn't help but feel depressed, it was better to die than to die!

However, if he really wanted to die, he didn't have the courage. It's better to die than to live, as the old saying goes, it's not wrong at all!

Chen Ao was thinking wildly when the door of the firewood room was suddenly opened. The light of the sky shot in suddenly, making Chen Ao a little unable to open his eyes for a while. The cold air of the early morning also blew in, which shocked Chen Ao's spirit.

When he looked closely, he saw a slender figure standing in the doorway. With such a concave and convex figure, there is no need to guess, only it may be the master of Biqingzhai. And Chen Ao has already guessed that she is very likely to be called Xuanning!

Xuan Ning glanced at Mr. Liu, who was awakened, and walked straight to Chen Ao. She stared at Chen Ao with a pair of big eyes like water, and asked with a split face, "Did you take my dagger!"

Chen Ao's head suddenly became bigger. The dagger was obviously given to Chen Ao by her, and in the end, she forgot to take it back. Listening to her tone now, she is clearly blaming Chen Ao for hiding the dagger privately.

With years of experience in wandering flowers, Chen Ao has understood a truth, never reason with a woman. Because the truth can never be explained.

What's more, now my little life is a matter of other people's words, and it's better to clip my tail.

So Chen Ao didn't say a word, and handed the dagger to Xuan Ning along with the scabbard.

Xuan Ning held the knife, looked back and forth for a while, and let out a long breath. Chen Ao peeked at her, and saw that she was anxious for a while, gloomy for a while, and showed happy and sad eyes from time to time, and his heart sank suddenly.

It's over, with years of experience, behind this knife, there must be a shocking story of ghosts and gods! Maybe it is the love between this big boss and his sweetheart.

Originally, Chen Ao had a good impression of Xuanning. Who doesn't love a woman with a beautiful face and a good figure?

As a result, seeing this situation now, Chen Ao suddenly felt that a tragedy was about to be staged. He's already received thirty-six good guy cards, and he doesn't want to make another deck of cards. Although Xuan Ning may not think that he is a good person.

Alas, the name of the person I love has a master, and the person who loves me is miserable! Isn't this kind of thing the most helpless thing in the world?

Chen Ao's thoughts were out of control, but he saw Xuan Ning carefully put away the dagger, and said loudly: "You, follow me!"