Video through history: the beginning of the inventory of ten kings

"Your Majesty, why do you dare not? Your Majesty will cover your ears, and you will be afraid of dirtying His Majesty's heart."

Seeing Gongsun Ao being so confident, Liu Che was very satisfied.

The bearded man first drank a glass of water, closed his eyes and rested for a while, then opened his eyes abruptly, his upper and lower lips twitched quickly.

"Wu that thief, who doesn't even have all the hair on his head, dare to block my big Han Heavenly Soldier?"

"You thief who robbed people's graves, you are not afraid of future generations. You have children without P-eyes?"

Gongsun Ao was full of energy, and his voice was like a bell. Three hundred loudspeakers launched sound waves together. In an instant, it seemed that most of them were above the sky, and a thunderbolt burst out from the clear sky.

Yang Jiazhenlian was originally in front of Kublai Khan, with a calm and pretentious face, but now he was shocked and couldn't help showing fear on his face.

This was originally human nature, but in the eyes of the Mongolian soldiers and monk apprentices who had been paying attention to his face, it was an appearance that his mana was inferior to Gongsun Ao.

"Who in the world doesn't know that human death is a great thing, and only the genus of beasts will covet tombs for corpses!"

"Correct!"

"It's a beast!"

"Fox mice love to devour their own kind. Tartars are like fox mice. You, Yang Jiazhenlian, are a big bald mouse!"

"..."

To be honest, Gongsun Ao's scolding level is not high, but he is loud and righteous.

A few words spewed out together, without stagnation in the middle.

Gongsun Ao's tactical characteristics are very sharp under the blessing of the radio loudspeaker.
Yang Jiazhenlian flipped his mouth a few times on the city wall, but he couldn't say a word.

One of the black and thin monks is that the volume is not enough, and the second is that the image and shadow that appeared just now made him somewhat heartbroken.

What Yang Jiazhenlian is afraid of is not Gongsun Ao, but Qin Feng, a great supernatural power who can see through the future.

Fan Seng himself has no mana, only he knows best.

He couldn't figure it out, could it be true that the world can penetrate the heavens and the earth and see through the true God of the past and the future?
Fan Seng opened his mouth several times, but he couldn't help but stare at the sky, as if there would be shadows all over the sky at any time.

In Dadu City, countless people pointed at his spine and cursed viciously in a low voice. The countless curses gathered together to form a unique sound wave, which was also heard by Yang Jiazhenlian.

Fear, confusion, daze, and even the deepest respect for the man named Qin Feng made Yang Jiazhenlian's heart torn into four halves in an instant.

A hallucination appeared in his eyes, like an image of a Buddha in mid-air, pointing at himself and scolding him for the six senses of impurity.

"I am so magical, so magical, I can see through my original heart, see through the things of the future, so powerful, Yang Jiazhenlian can't do it, can't do it!"

The national teacher that Kublai Khan took a fancy to, stood up from the pulpit and walked straight towards the city wall under the watchful eyes of all the people.

"what!"

Yang Jiazhenlian screamed wildly, and there was great terror in his voice, and he fell straight down from the city wall of Dadu, which was more than ten meters tall. He bleeds from the seven orifices in an instant, and he couldn't die any longer.

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Gongsun Ao cursed before the radio, and suddenly heard cheers from outside the camp, even in the capital city.

Countless people are shouting "dead, dead" in a loud voice.

The bearded man was still stunned. Just now, Liu Che, who was watching the two fighting outside the imperial tent, returned to the tent with a look of admiration on his face.

"Gongsun Ao, I didn't expect your tongue to be so sharp, you cursed the demon of the Tartars to death!"

"Haha, well, since I agreed to seal the marquis, I will seal you as the marquis of Jinkou. I think you can't do a good job as a military officer, and you can go the way of a civil servant!"

Gongsun Ao helped Emperor Wu vent his anger, and he also helped the descendants of the Han kingdom to vent their anger. For a time, the morale of the Han army rose.

In the tent, Dong Zhongshu's eyes lit up, who had sensed the magic of the radio station, and knelt down before Liu Che.

"Your Majesty, the radio magic skills left by Immortal Qin Feng are only used to curse people, which is too wasteful."

"The old minister thinks, the great khan, the demon monks and the demons in the capital city, in the final analysis, are too hostile!"

"My Confucian principles can break the hostile spirit, and break the hostile spirit, that is, to break the root of the Tartars. If the city's spirit is taken away from it, it will not be able to sustain it for long."

Seeing that the Dadu city was strong, Liu Che was hesitating whether to attack or not, but now hearing Dong Zhongshu's words, a bright light flashed in his eyes.

Since Gongsun Ao can scolded the demon monk to death, then Dong Zhongshu's Confucian scriptures may be successful in breaking the enemy.

"Okay, that's it. From today, at twelve o'clock, the radio station will not stop. You arrange for me to recite the six Confucian classics here day and night!"

"Poems, books, rituals, music, Yi, Spring and Autumn, I see how long Kublai Khan can support my Confucianism!"

Liu Che agreed to Dong Zhongshu's words, and the minister, whose heart was only of the great unification of the Confucianism, suddenly had a happy face and sat in front of the radio station.

"There are trees in the south, you can't stop thinking, and there are wandering girls in the Han Dynasty, you can't think about it!"

The ancient words of the Book of Poetry, the words of Han Guang, and Dong Zhongshu's chanting, instantly resounded through the capital city.

Kublai Khan was in the palace and heard the report from his valet. Yang Lianzhenjia suspected that he had failed in the fight and committed suicide. He was panicking in his heart when he suddenly heard this Han Guang and instantly stayed in the palace.

He originally had certain attainments in the culture of the Central Plains, and when he heard the poems of the ancient Qin style, he was very ancient and lofty, and he felt very uneasy.

If you don't understand the language of the Central Plains, or you are just like Xu Liewu, you can understand but have shallow knowledge, and you will not be influenced by Dong Zhongshu.

However, Kublai Khan himself had read the Confucian classics, and the Book of Songs in his ears seemed to have a different meaning in his heart.

This Mongolian Khan suddenly thought of the people of his own clan, who only grazing and fighting wars. With today's glory, he is invincible.

As long as you lose a battle and return to the grasslands, I am afraid that not only will you not be able to fight back to the Central Plains again, but also wanting to dominate in Mobei, it will be false, and there will be a huge pain in your chest.

"The north wind is cool, the rain and snow are on the side, the benefit is good for me, walk hand in hand, the north wind is good, the rain and the snow are on the side, the benefit is good for me, the rain and the snow return together!"

The North Wind in this Book of Poems is very suitable for the occasion. It recited Kublai Khan's hidden worries together. The Mongolian Khan was dizzy for a while, and he supported on the wooden pillar in the palace courtyard with one hand, and he did not fall down.

"Brother Khan, Brother Khan!"

"Sweat, sweat!"

Xu Liegu and Marco Polo saw that Kublai Khan was wrong, shouted together, and held him.

"There's something wrong with Ben Khan, I feel very tired, you guys quickly send me back to the palace to rest, Xu Liewu, I'm afraid I'm ill, you restrain your commanders, and you must not go out of the city and fight against that Liu Che!"

"Marco Polo, you have to come to the palace to talk to me every day!" Kublai Khan took the Venetian's hand, his voice trembling.

Marco Polo didn't understand Dong Zhongshu's Book of Poetry, so he didn't feel anything.

He just felt that the eagle on the grassland, the sweat from the East China Sea to the Danube River, was very worried now.