The golden bars in Li Quancheng's eyes kept soaring until he couldn't hold them anymore, but in his heart he had already greeted the eighteen generations of this bastard who used agarwood as a tea niche. He looked at the deep and shallow spots on the tea niche.
There was a piece of tea stain, and Li Quancheng's heartbroken tears flowed freely: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.
The eight captains of the Royal Forest Army looked at Mr. Li, who was obviously white. He stood facing the north and looked at the handwriting of Marshal Yue "Man Jiang Hong" hanging on the main hall. Their eyes were full of concern for the country and the people.
, shedding tears silently, I couldn’t help but be moved and really wanted to hold Mr. Li’s lap and cry. Mr. Li is really a real man, a real hero, a real man!
Who says a man can’t shed tears easily? Who says a man has gold at his knees?
My blood and tears are shed for the country, and the feeling of these tears is higher than the sky! I kneel on my knees for the people, and it is painful for heaven and earth to kneel on my knees! I cry for the country, I kneel for the people, who dares to laugh, who can laugh, who is he?
Mother, do you have the nerve to laugh?
The eight thousand captains felt more relieved at this moment than chasing the Yuan army. Since the war between the Yuan and Song Dynasties, those adults who usually talk about being loyal to the emperor, patriotism, and worrying about the country and the people have either become cowards or have done something wrong.
The lackeys of the Yuan people, there are too few heroes like Mr. Li nowadays! The mighty Song Empire was beaten to the point of destruction by those prairie barbarians, but our own soldiers were still oppressed by those "loyal and good" people.
It’s really frustrating not being able to go out to fight!
They were still a little uneasy before, thinking that with more than 8,000 people stationed in Xiangyang City, it was really not enough to give the Yuan army a tooth. But now they see Master Li, not only accepting orders in the face of danger, but also showing his true feelings.
This captain really found the feeling that "a scholar will die for his confidant"! At the same time, he also felt deep guilt and guilt for his confidant's cowardice!
It's just that they don't know that their "confidant" has not yet seen Marshal Yue's handwriting in his eyes, but has been tempted by the inconspicuous tea niche. Now he is thinking about turning this great Song Hong
The pear wood chairs and agarwood tea niches are buried somewhere, and my father can dig them out!
"Sir, please don't be sad. Marshal Yue can rest assured that Song Dynasty has you here."
Captain Dou Wen couldn't bear to see Mr. Li so sad, so he couldn't help but sigh deeply and offered words of comfort. The others also comforted him: "Yes, sir, now the Yuan Army's millions of troops have occupied our ninth-level territory of the Song Dynasty. Will you lead it?"
This battle is a rare victory for us. As long as you are here, we will be confident that we will be able to drive those prairie barbarians out of our territory in the Song Dynasty!"
"Gah——"
Hearing someone behind him seem to be talking to him, Li Quancheng was shocked, like a thief encountering the police, or having an affair and meeting the head of the household. Fortunately, Li Quancheng was thick-skinned enough. He took a deep breath and wanted to brew some feelings.
After flipping through it, my eyes fell on the words on the wall, but I was stunned for a moment, and my little heart jumped involuntarily... This is the smell of first love... Ahem——
Li Quancheng suppressed the jelly in his heart, and his eyes fell on the words without blinking. He saw the heroic spirit in the handwriting, a golden sword and an iron horse, and the iron-blooded meaning of fighting on the battlefield was drawn from each stroke, like a knife.
The traces of sword intent spread out. This kind of courage can only be possessed by a general who has been on the battlefield for a long time. Could it be that this was written by Lu Wenhuan?
Li Quancheng read down the words and then looked at the signature - Yue Fei!
After the disaster, classmate Li Quancheng lost confidence: "God, you keep hitting me again, I'm not dreaming - Yue Fei, Yue Pengju, Marshal Yue's handwriting!"
Recalling a letter from Yue Fei that he had collected in that world, and comparing the handwriting, classmate Li Quancheng suddenly felt like his anus was about to shrink. This was indeed Yue Fei's own handwriting. Yue Fei devoted his life to serving the country, and although there were poems left behind,
But there are very few calligraphy treasures left. This calligraphy treasure alone will be a priceless treasure for future generations!…
When Dou Wen and others saw that Li Quancheng ignored them, they couldn't help but look at each other, secretly anxious in their hearts: "Young adults are worried about the country and remembering Marshal Yue. If anything happens to us, we will never redeem ourselves!"
"Yes, my lord looked at Marshal Yue's handwriting and was deeply moved by the scene. Now I can only remove this scene, and my lord's feelings will naturally fade away..."
"What Feihu said makes sense...I agree!" Dou Wen nodded matter-of-factly, looking straight at the other six captains except Long Feihu, blinking.
He blinked, as if to say, "I didn't give a code, I didn't give a code."
The other six people understood, and all of them looked thoughtful. Some looked at the ceiling, some looked at the floor, and some looked at their own noses. In short, they said, "We are not colluding, definitely not colluding."
"Seconded--"
"Seconded--"
"Seconded--"
“···”
As soon as Dou Wen finished speaking, the other six people began to express their "secondary opinions". At the same time, seven pairs of eyes were staring at Long Wenhu unblinkingly, full of pure innocence.
"You...why are you looking at us like this?"
Seven pairs of eyes looked at him lovingly, and Long Feihu suddenly felt a chill all over his body. It's not like he had been holding these things in for a long time and had hallucinations... It's just that I am nine feet tall and my waist is three feet wide. What do you think?
She doesn’t look like a girl either!
"Feihu, you came up with this method. Naturally, we brothers will not compete with you for credit."
Dou Wen patted Long Feihu's shoulder very generously and stepped aside. The other six people followed closely behind, their movements planned in a unified manner, and they cooperated very well.
Long Feihu was also mentally disabled. He nodded subconsciously, strode up, and stepped on the tea niche. This guy was 1.89 meters tall and looked like a hill. He weighed less than 300 pounds.
Two hundred and fifty kilograms. Although the agarwood was hard, it was carved very delicately. When this guy stepped on it, there was only a click, and an exquisite agarwood tea niche was split into two!
"ah--"
Li Quancheng let out a miserable howl, but this was just the beginning. Before Li Quancheng could feel heartbroken, he saw the big man stagger, and then a palm as big as a cattail leaf slapped the "Man Jiang Hong" painting, and a strong wind blew
The blow made Li Quancheng flutter his purple robe, and the priceless handwriting of Yue Fei turned into pieces of paper butterflies, flying all over the sky... Spring is coming... Can winter be far behind... At that moment, Li Quancheng felt that his world had already
The howling cold wind blew his fragile ice crystal heart into pieces, and he seemed to hear the sound of his own heart breaking.
Only then did he exhale miserably - my agarwood - ah - my Pengju -!