"The poet who loves dreams, although this remark is unintentional, but also said a little."

Xin Qiji paced in the classroom and said: "In my life, I dreamed for most of the time."

"I have not only dreamed of the military camp, but also dreamed that I had led the Northern Expeditionary Army to resist gold.

"These dreams are like a continuous battle in a war in a war. Every time I wake up, I feel unreasonable, so that every day before going to bed on the second day, I will remember the dream of yesterday in my mind."

"If every fortune is good, I can connect yesterday's dreams. If the fortune is poor, I will have a new dream, or dream of the shame of Jingkang, or dreaming of the court deceive the rebels ..."

"I don't like the latter, so whenever I dream of the latter wake up, I will remember the dream of the day before.

"The former dream, so beautiful ..."

Xin Qiji looked at the enthusiastic children and smiled.

He walked to a little boy and raised his hand to touch the child's head.

But when the distance was a few centimeters left, he couldn't help stagnation.

Silent for a moment, finally, retracted his hand.

"Although the ancestor's dream, although it has not been realized in the world, it has been circular in the future."

Jiang Yi console: "The ancestors should take care of the body, and later generations will realize and defend the ancestors' wish. This is also our belief."

"Okay." Xin Qiji nodded, his complexion looked weaker.

Jiang Yi knew that time was almost the same, just waved it, withdrawing the mirror of time and space.

He took off the Tang costume on his body and put it on Xin Qiji, and he was wearing a short T.

Not to mention that the summer rain and night at this time were cold. Jiang Yi didn't feel hot when he put on Tang costumes. He felt slightly cold when he took off. This may be his most realistic look.

He suddenly remembered that his previous conversation was somewhat unqualified.

Always, the ancestors gave him something after the conversation.

Although he returned to modern times, he gave sweet potatoes, but he was not presented in the show.

This is a place to be improved.

After one person designing a show, there will be no omissions after all ...

Jiang Yi feels that his head is a bit big, and those who have already passed cannot come back. Only what can be done is to improve the present and the future.

But what kind of gift can you give your ancestors?

Send one, the modern version of "Xin Qiji Ancient Poems"?

Are the ancestors afraid of not wanting, can you carry your own poems?

Um……

Jiang Yi held his ancestors and walked in the pavilion, while thinking quickly in his mind.

What do you like?

"Mao Jiu?"

No, don't accidentally send the ancestor away ...

Wait! Yes!

In the life of the ancestors, he was determined to regain the loss of the land, and wanted to see the Chinese territory!

So what is better than sending him a map ?!

Jiang Yifu's ancestors sat down in the pavilion, and thought about it, a time -space door that was enough to reach in.

The space -time door on the other side appeared in Jiang Yi in the study of Huaxia's villa. Jiang Yi's hand appeared and touched it. He picked up a Chinese map on the table and took it out.

Xin Qiji stunned this scene in shock, and it was no strange in his heart. Now no matter what Jiang Yi does, he thinks it is possible.

Maybe, today's things are just a dream?

If this is the case, then he really wants to wake up again, let alone the young man in the dream leave.

Otherwise, there is only him alone in this dream.

He remembered that he had countless times, and even dreamed of disappointment.

I heard the horn sound in the dream, but I turned my head and looked at it. There was no Song army.

When he led the Northern Expeditionary Army to ride on the north, when he was about to fight the golden people, the court suddenly gave himself twelve gold medals. He wanted to hide it, but he appeared in the court instantly.

I only know that the literati who dances in the Anle Wo is lithium.

When he woke up, he found that all this was just a dream.

If there is a nightmare, he will lose his mind when he suddenly wakes up when he suddenly wakes up with a good dream.

The boundaries of dreams and reality, he can't see it ...

Thinking of this, Xin Qiji's eyes showed more and more rich fear.

Don't dream, don't be a dream!

After all, someone could come to listen to his voice, and finally he could tell a person that he had deposited his suffering for many years, and he could even blame those emperors who did not act!

All this is just a dream, it is too bad, because after the dream wakes up, his mind will be pressed again. He thought he was relieved, but he did not!

No, he doesn't want this feeling!

But if it wasn't for a dream, then the Great Song Dynasty would really be over, and the people in the Song Dynasty would really have a charcoal!

What a bad thing in the Song Dynasty, how bad, can he want to make this a reality for his own selfishness?

Xin Qiji thought dumbfounded, I didn't know what to do.

It seems that there are two people in their heads that are being scolded, and the two sides are not allowed to open.

While saying: "The court is no matter the people, what are you in your sixty -year -old person?"

On the other hand, you said: "You are Xin Qiji, and a Xin Qiji who wants to keep the people of the Great Song Dynasty from an early age. How can you want the death of the Great Song to become a fact because of personal pain?"

"This is not caused by us. The demise of the Song Dynasty was the fault of the court. If I was the emperor, I would share the death with the people of the Song Dynasty.

"But now we are at best, what is the use of so many clothing?!"

On the other hand, how can the court's time and the people? Can the court hate the court to anger the people? "

When the two sides continued to quarrel, Xin Qiji shook his head sharply, thinking:

This is the best dream!

No matter how the court treats me, the people are innocent!

Even if the court was rotten from bottom to top, I didn't want to be damaged by the court!

I want to wake up, I want to wake up!

Even if you are going to die tomorrow, I have to find a way to kill the thief !!!

He no longer wants to take care of the pain after "dreaming", he just wants to wake up now!

I do n’t know why, letting him want to wake up, this 'dream' seems to be sticking to him!

Shouldn't this be opened his eyes slowly and saw the bed board?

Why is it still not awake?!

Xin Qiji looked up, and he saw the pavilion!

Looking at it outwards, I still saw heavy rain!

Huang Xiao struck the wet cool breeze, and he felt a cold body.

Do you feel cold in dreams?

He never thought about this problem, but he should not feel pain!

So he raised his hand sharply and was about to smash his chest, but Jiang Yi held his wrist.

"Ancestor, this is not a dream ..."

Jiang Yi gently worked hard, and Xin Qiji's wrist came with a slight pain.

He looked at the young man in front of him, and the line of defense in his heart suddenly collapsed.

"Why isn't it a dream ... why isn't this not a dream!"

Xin Qiji has tears with tears, and I don't know how to face this post -life again.

He hopes that he does not exist, and the people in the Song Dynasty at least have hope.

But once he really exists, it means that the Song of Song is really incurable!

But how do he know what he is thinking?

As everyone knows, all the audience outside the live broadcast room also heard his voice.

It turned out that Jiang Yi used his ability to open a mirror of time and space in his villa, so that the mirror of time and space there could be heard by Xin Qiji's heart and directly converted to the live broadcast room, but Xin Qiji could not hear it.

On the one hand, this made his thoughts not interrupted. Second, the audience could be combined with the scene of the time and space with the current scene to feel the complex heart of Xin Qiji at this moment.

In the end, Xin Qiji chose the people of the Song Dynasty.

But the audience of Huaxia complained about him.
Chapter completed!