I, Han Gaozu, actually traveled through Song Gaozong?

Chapter 197
Bozhou City, Laojun Temple.

Taoism always pays attention to harmony, but here at this time, it is in a tense and imminent situation. Jin Guobo State Defense Envoy, General Hussars, Bozhou Governor Li Qiong and Li Guobao are sitting in front of the hall at this time. On the front case are a pot of tea, a cup, and a magic arm bow.

Since Lu Yu wrote "The Classic of Tea", people all over the world have set standards for drinking tea. At this time, there is still half a month before the spring tea picking season this year. What he drinks is last year's old tea. But it is new water. According to Lu Yu, the water used for tea is the mountain water, the river water is in the middle, and the well water is the bottom. He not only uses the mountain water, but also the dew on the mountain in early spring.

Most of the stale smell of the old tea was overwhelmed by the dew, and after just one sip, I felt the fragrance of my mouth and teeth. Wang Yecha is average, he just feels fresh and pleasant.

He was drinking tea unhurriedly at the top, but there was almost a fight below, Little Yasha was standing on the right, and all the old people on the left were the Huaixi left guards, facing a junior, these Everyone's faces were full of righteous indignation, as if they were ready to swallow Wang Qi alive at any time.

Jin Sai’s wound, who suffered from the arrow, had already been bandaged. For him, being hurt by someone was enough to embarrass him. The one who hurt himself was still a junior. Compared with physical pain, Embarrassment is the most important thing.

"Marshal, you, you should say something!"

Wang Shizhong's shout woke up Li Qiong. He seemed to have just recovered, and asked in a daze:
"Are you done arguing?"

"This..." Wang Shizhong sighed, stepped forward and cupped his hands and said, "Leaving aside the matter of Brother Jin, we all came out of the army, and we were plotted against by someone. It is considered that we were unprepared and didn't notice, so we can't blame others."

"However, what those students handed over to Mr. Yu must be understood after all. The army of the Southern Dynasty is now outside Bozhou, and the brothers have worked hard day and night to defend the city. Now if someone Eating inside and outside should be combined with outside, isn't this slapping everyone, and it's going to chill everyone's hearts?!"

"Today, I will treat it as a disrespectful general. Dare to ask the marshal, whether we will still guard this city of Bozhou, and the lives of the people in this city, will we still protect it?"

"If you are still thinking about the lives of the people in this city and the brothers, you can send a message to let the big guys prepare in their hearts. Even if you want us to jump into the fire pit, it is just a nod and a wink. It's a trivial matter; if you don't want to keep it anymore, you don't plan to take any of the belongings here, and you will eventually tell the people in the city, just like when King Yasha came last year, at least let them know, don't take it Don't waste your mind on what you expect from us!"

What Wang Shizhong said was exactly what everyone thought, Li Qiong was so abnormal, how could there be the decisiveness in the past who took them to chop off the head of the minister of the Ministry of War? It doesn't matter whether you live or die, but you should have the right to know whether you want to die or live, right?

"Hey……"

Li Qiong sighed softly, shook her head again, but just continued to pour tea into the cup. To be honest, what kind of temperament are these Qiubas? If they are not careful, these people may riot at any time. Even if they cut off the head of their own coach, just like what they did back then, it is not impossible.

But Li Qiong still put on such a desperate look, even Wang De couldn't stand it anymore... This scholar is really weird, even if he makes up some lies to deceive these people, it seems Not very willing.

Seeing the sad faces of the people below, Wang De was right next to Li Qiong, and slapped his teapot on him, only to hear a 'bang', and a good pot of tea was forced out of the spout. Yang sprinkled most of it out.

"Wang Shizhong is right. You should tell others what you think. Otherwise, they will work hard for you. In the end, you won't even understand your death. How wronged you are!"

Liu Guangshi's right arm and right arm are a Yasha and a scholar. Outsiders only know that these two people have always been incompatible with each other, but after looking at it today, the two clearly look like best friends.

Li Qiong looked at the tea on the table with some distress, and blamed the Yaksha for ruining the good things, but at this moment he had no intention of drinking tea anymore, so he looked at Wang Shizhong and said:

"What I think is actually not important at all. The important thing is what you think."

Without waiting for the people below to reply, he looked at the two old men beside him again, then stood up, first bowed to Xin Zan, and said with great respect:
"Thanks to Mr. who often climbs high and looks far, and refers to mountains and rivers. Students understand Mr.'s mind."

"When I was working under Marshal Zong, both Yue Pengju and students were mere pawns. At that time, I didn't think much about it. I only knew that the Jin people occupied our territory, so we should take them away. Get kicked out."

"Later Marshal Zong guarded Kaifeng alone, but Zhao Guan's family wanted to travel south. Although the students were soft-spoken, it was not that they did not think of persuading Marshal Zong. Why should you risk your life for a courtier?"

"It was just stopped by Yue Pengju. He only said that a man was born between heaven and earth. He should know what to do and what not to do... It's funny to say that he is a farmer. In principle, he is more energetic than the student who has read the books of sages. Now when the student thinks of him, he can only think of the tattoo of "serving the country with loyalty" on his back after returning home... like this Yue Fei is Yue Fei, the one who licks his face and spends his time pleasing Zhao Guan's family is not him."

Li Qiong seemed to have thought of something happy. Speaking of this passage, he seemed to be much younger. Xin Zan narrowed his eyes slightly. Compared with others, it was easier for him to hear that the Bozhou coach had something to say. .

"After all, the student failed to persuade Marshal Zong. He turned back before he even reached his camp. What he thought at the time was the same as the brothers like the student. Marshal Zong would not harm anyone. Whatever he wants to do, just do it with him.”

"Marshal," although he took one student at a time, Xin Zan didn't really see him as a student, the old man was a little hesitant and curious,
"What exactly are you trying to say?"

"Student wants to say..."

Li Qiong looked into the old gentleman's eyes: "The student wrote the first word, and I ask you to teach me."

Xin Zan just felt a little speechless when he was still talking at this time, but Li Qiong didn't care so much, and read it directly:

"I didn't see Master Nan for a long time, and said that the North Qunkong was empty. I only handed it on the spot, after all, I returned to my husband. I laughed at myself, like a river flowing in the ocean, and it still only flows east. And I went back to the Qionglu to worship, and I once met Gaojie. "

Xin Zan glanced at Liu Zhan in surprise, but saw the old Taoist staring at Li Qiong with a heavy face, as if he was dumbfounded.

Although there are many people in this courtyard, there are no more than five people who have read and read, and there are only three people above this who can understand Li Qiong's words. In Wang De's eyes, these three sour scholars are selling sour, which fits his stereotype of literati.

"The capital of Yao, the land of Shun, and the feudal title of Yu. There should be one and a half shameful ministers in the middle. Thousands of miles away, the heroic spirits of the ages are safe, and when the majesty will pass. Why do you need to ask Hu Yun, Heri is in the middle."

This is the genre of Shui Tiaogetou. If it is polite to say that the upper que is a bit polite, then the lower que is really unbelievable to say it from the mouth of Li Qiong, a general of the Jin Kingdom.

The last sentence should mean:
There is no need to say that the golden man's strength is exhausted. We are now in full swing and will surely win the final victory. '

The two old men looked at Li Qiong, and their hearts became a little mixed.

(End of this chapter)