Song Menghua: At the beginning, ask to marry Sheng Minglan

"My lord."

"Why do you think that I just want them to bow to me?"

"Is this the only selfishness I have in your eyes?"

"For my own selfishness, I'd rather watch the world rot, rot to the end?"

"What's the matter with you?"

"You were not like this when you were in Di Qing's mansion."

"You also want the warriors in the world to hold their heads high, and you also want the honorable generals to be respected."

"It's only been a few days?"

"Forgot everything?"

These words are undoubtedly suspected of preaching.

It is definitely not the attitude that a junior should have towards an elder.

But Zhang Guizhong still didn't make a sound.

He knew that, at least at this moment, Qi Heng was not just a junior, he was more like a ruler like his father.

The issues the two of them were talking about related to the country and affected the whole world.

same.

British public don't mind either.

Even in his opinion, no matter how angry he is, this kid does have the aura of a superior person.

But he didn't even have a science test!

He looked at his son beside him extremely depressed.

The gap...is too big.

……

"It's not that I have to protect them."

"You're young, you don't know—"

"In recent years, their life has not been as easy as you imagined."

"The ones in Bianjing City are better. It's so great that the civil officials in the court can make a few jokes and ridicule a few words."

"But the dignitaries in the local area...a small official who is as big as a sesame seed can shout at them!"

"In this situation."

"They are greedy for some money and looking for some fun, which is the only way for them to live decently."

"Now you have to reveal even this bit of decency to them mercilessly."

"Yuan Ruo, don't you think it's a bit cruel?"

This is probably the common thought of all nobles!

They can't hold power, so they can only make money!

They chat to masturbate, feel at ease!

So the dignified Song Dynasty, 80 forbidden troops faced the small country of Xixia, and they fought and failed repeatedly!

So even if 100 years have passed, the sixteen prefectures of Yanyun still stand there, and the Song Dynasty is beyond reach!

So in just 100 years...they're going to perish!

Their emperor, their queen, is about to become a plaything of a bunch of barbarians!

Qi Heng finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"' 〃 You call that cruel?"

"The imperial court spends countless silver taels every year to enshrine them, seal their children and give them glory."

"Tell me, who is cruel?"

"Aren't they cruel to Song Dynasty? Isn't it cruel to all people in the world?"

"I can't believe you can say something like that for them!"

"My lord, wake up!"

"Why do the court officials look down on them?"

"In addition to the national conditions of the Song Dynasty, in addition to respecting the warriors of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, let them be naturally afraid of the warriors-is there really no reason for them?"

"They themselves are rotten!"

"Why do people look down on them?"

Maybe he was too emotional.

Maybe it's because his position in these words is completely on the side of the court civil servants.

The British prince slapped the table heavily.

"What are you yelling at?"

"The old man is not deaf!"

"Even so, can only a broken arm survive?"

"Do you know, if you go through all the investigations—how many clean ones can you find?"

Zhang Guizhong on the side quietly moved back.

He is very discerning.

Qi Heng took a deep breath.

"This is not survival with a broken arm!"

"That day at Di Qing's mansion, what Jinglun said was very good."

"This is to remove the rot and preserve the good, and scrape the bones to heal the wound."

"Only in this way can the generals of the world stand upright and upright."

"Only in this way can the warriors of the world see hope!"

"Aren't you and Di Qing longing for that day too?"

"Compared to these black sheep—"

"Don't you want Wenchen to look at you high?"

"you need to know."

"If we want not to be belittled by others, we must first have a clear conscience and hold our heads high!"

The Englishman was speechless.

On his flushed face, even the wrinkles were faintly red.

Qi Heng looked at him straight for a long time.

But he still didn't mean to nod.

An inexplicable sadness filled his chest.

He suddenly laughed, endlessly desolate.

"I really don't know what else I can say."

"sometimes--"

"Sometimes I really want to beg you, don't make me always feel that I'm just a person, okay?"

"This country is not mine!"

"This world is not mine!"

"You are looked down upon, you are wantonly humiliated, what does it matter to me?"

"Can you, can you hold your breath!"

The British public was suddenly moved!

He never thought that Qi Yuanruo, who has always been calm and calm, could lose his composure like this!

He was completely taken aback.

But I don't know when, Zhang Guizhong on the side has tears streaming down his face.

"Father!"

"Don't hesitate any longer!"

"Those people... are not worth it!"

The British Duke gritted his teeth and remained silent.

But at this time, Zhang Guifen, who did not know when she stood outside the door, and who had been eavesdropping for an unknown how long, suddenly lifted the curtain.

She was also in tears.

"Yuan Ruo!"

"Stop talking to him!"

"What do you want him to do, you say, he will do whatever you want him to do!"

The British princess, who had mixed feelings and had nowhere to vent, finally found an outlet.

He slapped the wooden table hard again.

This time, the table was full of wine and food shaking non-stop.

"Get out!"

"When a man talks, how can you, a girl in your boudoir, talk?"

"I think you are getting more and more unruly!"