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Chapter 969
Qianlong's poems must be inferior to those of the Six Emperors, because the Six Emperors improvised ancient poems that travelers must recite.

One hundred copies will appear 99.

One of the basic skills.

There is no need to go online.

Just this one can kill [-] songs created before Qianlong in seconds.

Accompanied by the vision of heaven and earth, snowflakes fell down like hailstones, as if this ancient stone battlefield instantly returned to the earth-shattering battle of flying sand and rocks a hundred years ago.

I can vaguely see the Dashun Army soldiers speaking with the old Qin accent blinded by the strong wind, but resolutely charged there, and as the artillery arrows continued to fall, they still shouted unyieldingly: "In this national war, don't retreat, No retreat!"

Although the soldiers of the Dashun Army fought desperately, the general situation was gone, and countless puppet soldiers with white cloths tied to their shoulders and Zhenman with braids rushed towards the battlefield from all directions.

None of the tens of thousands of veteran battalion soldiers of the Shun Army retreated. Fifteen generals shed blood on the battlefield, but they still couldn't change the outcome.

When the sky was dark and the building was about to fall, a middle-aged man wearing a felt hat and riding a white horse suddenly felt something, and subconsciously turned his head to look into the distance.

There, there was a young man riding a white horse like him.

The moment the eyes of the two met each other, the world was shocked again!
There was a power outage in a piece of stone, a power outage in Shanhaiguan, a power outage in Yongping Mansion, and a power outage in the entire North China!
After an unknown amount of time, a lantern lit up in the center of the battlefield.

The earth was also brightened, and then became clear.

"My way is not alone, there will be reincarnation in a hundred years!"

The middle-aged man withdrew his gaze, looked again at the battlefield where there were already corpses lying in front of him, and looked at the Tartar cavalry who rode their horses roaring like a black cloud, and laughed fearlessly.

The laughter grew louder until it broke through the sky.

The screen also disappeared.

In the sky above a piece of rock, there are only flying snow and the remains of the Dashun warrior who has been turned into bones after a hundred years.

There are also the large array of long snakes lined up in the strong wind, and the banners that sway with the wind.

"Lao Li, this time I'm going to directly attack Huanglong!"

After compiling and sending the text message to Li Zicheng, Jia Liu suddenly felt extremely relaxed, took a long breath, took a last look at the ancient battlefield under his feet, and slowly rode his horse towards the closed door.

During this east tour, his footsteps will cover the white mountains and black waters outside the pass, representing the return of the [-] million Han Chinese to their homeland.

"Old Ji, who did His Majesty text just now?"

Queenie looked at His Majesty the Emperor who was going away with some puzzlement, and casually asked about the big pipe, only to find that Ji Datong was convulsing like a stroke, she was startled and hurried to help the big pipe, but the big pipe suddenly fell down Sitting in the snow, he sat cross-legged like an old monk in meditation, took out the notebook from his arms, took out the sketching pen stuck in the breast pocket of his jacket, and began to dance on the notebook.

What he wrote was actually the poem that His Majesty sang just now!

Queenie confirmed, verbatim.

".Count the romantic figures, but also look at the present!"

After repeating the full text, Lao Ji Yangtian got up with a loud roar, and with tears in his eyes, he asked Wang Sixi, the director of security, to give him the gun.

This made Director Wang very surprised: "Master Ji, what do you want a gun for?"

"Chao Wen Dao Xi can die!"

Lao Ji has a vicissitudes of life but also a look of determination: "It is enough for the Qing literary world to have His Majesty. If there is no more Lao Ji than me, there will be no more than one less. If this is the case, what face do I have to live here? In the world, go quickly, go fast!"

While speaking, he raised the gun to his temple, and looked at Director Wang and the guards dumbfounded.

Seeing that the important officials in the court were about to die, how could everyone not be shocked.

However, after a few breaths, no gunfire was heard.

Everyone looked again, and Ji Zhongtang was looking at them with an unhappy face: "No, I said you wouldn't persuade the old man?"

"Uh?"

After reacting, Director Wang hurried forward and snatched Ji Zhongtang's small pistol, and kept persuading him, which made Ji Zhongtang stop thinking about dying.

"Pooh!"

Qianlong saw Ji Yun's doggy face from the beginning to the end. At this time, he was contemptuous but contemptuous, but he didn't dare to sarcasm, so he had to turn his back and take advantage of the absence of Gui Ziliu, secretly loosen his belt and took it out to hide it. The book "Diary of the Restoration Emperor Volume [-]" is eagerly studying by the faint light.

In this reform era where everyone is aiming for progress, Chen Jialuo can no longer lag behind.

As the so-called teacher uses ghost skills to control ghosts, as long as he learns Guiziliu's knowledge into his own brain and holds his wisdom in his own hands, he will still be able to do a lot in the future.

An old man with aspirations for thousands of miles, a martyr in his old age, full of ambition!
Queenie actually saw Qianlong charging secretly, but he pretended not to see it, because he sold the diary to Qianlong.

Qianlong had no money, but the old man secretly hid a few treasures on his body when he left the palace.

Coughing lightly, he walked up to Lao Ji who had just shouted that he was embarrassed to live again: "I said, why is Ji's big cigarette so curled up? Your Majesty has gone away."

The implication is that if you want to pretend, you have to pretend in front of the emperor. If everyone is gone, you pretend to be a fart, and who will you pretend to be.

"You do not understand,"

Lao Ji glanced around, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty has gone far away, but your Majesty's eyes and ears are everywhere in this world. Don't you know that that bastard Asiha is having a lot of fun recently? If you continue like this, you Sooner or later I will be replaced by Asha."

"Ok?"

Hearing this, Queenie's heart was moved, and she said loudly at once: "Your Majesty's literary talents are beyond the ages. In the future, no matter what, I will give Your Majesty a literary posthumous title, benevolent, filial, literary, martial, moral, supreme, and super Wuzhen Emperor!"

For fear that His Majesty's ears and eyes would not be able to hear, Queenie repeated it aloud three times.

He is the Prime Minister and Deputy Minister in charge of the Ministry of Rites. In the future, when the Six Emperors really leave, it is indeed up to him, Queenie, to choose the posthumous titles of the Six Emperors and submit them to the cabinet for confirmation, and then the new emperor will promulgate them.

It is my job.

Before Jia Liu even closed the door, he knew that Lao Ji was overwhelmed by his literary talents and wanted to commit suicide. He was happy at the time: "If he wants to die, let him die. Who told you to stop him?"

"Your Majesty, we didn't stop him. It was Mr. Ji himself who asked us to persuade him."

"And this operation?"

Jia Liu saw his mother's big ghost, and heard that Queenie even considered his posthumous title, he couldn't help being a little dumbfounded, not because he was unhappy, but because he was not familiar with the etiquette model, and he was afraid that Queenie would Fool him.

When I was wondering if I should ask some knowledgeable people to ask, several generals who had already arrived at Shanhaiguan had already come to welcome them.

Mainly Wang Fu, Commander-in-Chief of the Dongjin Corps, Admiral Bao Ning of the First Army, Admiral Zu Yingyuan of the Second Army under the jurisdiction of the Dongjin Corps, and Demu, the commander of the first mixed town and the second mixed town under the command of the Dongjin Corps. The town controls Pan Zhishan and others.

(End of this chapter)