When will the spring flowers and autumn moons end? How much do I know about the past? Last night, the east wind blew again in my small building. I couldn’t bear to look back at my homeland in the bright moonlight.
The carved railings and jade steps should still be there, but the red face has changed. How much sorrow can you have? It is like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
"Isn't this the tradition of your Song Dynasty? I'm just giving someone a taste of their own medicine. Hahahahaha!"
"I heard you have a four-year-old daughter. It's okay. I'm still young and have plenty of time. Just wait another eight or nine years and she'll be ready to blossom."
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Wang Huaiji didn't even dare to look back, as the heavy breathing coming from behind him showed His Majesty's anger.
His Majesty is usually cheerful and rarely gets angry, but Wang Huaiji knows that His Majesty has two weak spots, one is Zhu Lian and the other is Zhao Xi.
Wanyan Zongbing is so cruel that he immediately arranged the two people Zhao Huan cared about the most. How can we tolerate this?
"Wanyan Zongbi, if you dare to touch them, I will wipe out your entire Jurchen tribe."
Zhao Huan's eyes were red, he lit a yellow paper bag (black powder) and threw it at Wanyan Zongbing.
Wanyan Zongbing was not stupid enough and quickly retreated to avoid the attack. The power of the Song Dynasty's firearms was becoming more and more powerful.
Zhao Huan was like a madman, throwing the yellow paper bag beside him towards Wanyan Zongbing desperately.
"I hide, I hide, I hide again, but I can't get blown up."
A three-meter-deep pit was blown out in the square in front of Jiying Hall.
The number of Jin soldiers increased, and those in the rear were no longer just infantry. Zhao Huan even saw hundreds of archers appearing in the rear.
The form is at stake.
Infantry could defend, but how could they defend against bows and arrows? A huge word of danger was written on Zhao Huan's head.
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