Editing history: the opening inventory of the top ten emperors

But unfortunately.

Crazy to crazy.

But now Xin Qiji seems to have nothing to do except to get mad.

What can a person who is idle at home do?

What else can you do besides expressing your own complaints?

It can only be to put one's emotions in the mountains and rivers.

Xin Qiji is also an all-rounder, at least in terms of writing poetry.

He is not only able to write bold and heroic poems.

In these days of leisure.

He discovered that he was also very good at writing pastoral poems and the like.

"The eaves of the thatched cottage are low, the grass is green on the stream, Wu Yin is charming in the drunkenness, who is the old woman with white hair.

The older one is hoeing beans to the east of the creek, the middle one is weaving chicken coops, and the younger one likes rascals the most, lying on the head of the stream and peeling lotus pods. "

Such a piece of Qingpingle is included in all the pieces of Qingpingle.

They are all superior.

But even so, for Xin Qiji, he was still unwilling to give up his little dream.

44 is old.

He got a message.

A very good news for him.

A good friend of his came to see him.

His friend Chen Liang came to his room.

Inside Xin Qiji's house.

The two lit candles and talked at night while holding candles.

After drinking for three rounds, Chen Liang silently looked at the man who was no longer young in front of him.

Suddenly asked.

"Writing poems and lyrics with Shaou as your companion, is this the life you want?"

Xin Qiji didn't answer.

Just silently watching the candlelight.

"Have you forgotten these things, raising troops in Shandong and capturing traitors alive?"

"Anyway, Nandu and the establishment of the Flying Tiger Camp, have you forgotten these things?"

Xin Qiji still did not speak.

It's just that the candle is still jumping.

They spent eight days together.

For Xin Qiji, these times may not be happy or not.

The most I can say is that time is not wasted.

That's fine too.

Chen Tongfu is very good, and he is also very good.

They are all the same, full of passion and ambition.

But the final consequence is nothing more than being hidden in the snow.

Xin Qiji was slightly better, at least he was not beaten.

As for Chen Tongfu, he was beaten up because of his words.

They are all the same people.

There is hardly any difference.

But when Chen Tongfu went to the north, he still stayed here.

I don't know how long I will stay here, maybe for a lifetime.

When Xin Qiji thought of this incident, he wanted to laugh.

wretched smile.

Sometimes I can't laugh.

He drank some wine to get himself drunk, and then dreamed his own dream while half drunk and half awake.

An unattainable dream.

That dream is like this.

"Looking at the sword with the lamp on while drunk, dreaming back to the battalion of blowing horns, eight hundred miles under the command of the fire, fifty strings turning outside the fortress. Soldiers in autumn on the battlefield."

"Lu Feikuai, who is a horse, bows like a thunderbolt, but ends the affairs of the king and wins fame before and after him. It's a pity that it happened for nothing."

Yes, poor.

Isn't he such a poor man?
But other than that, how could everything change?

Xin Qiji believed that change would come.

He believes that there will always be a time for him to flex his muscles.

So when he was 47 years old, he thought his chance had come.

Because of this year, the emperor died.

When the new emperor ascends the throne, maybe a brand new policy will appear.

So he called his good friend again.

Zhu Xi and Chen Liang.

They chatted with each other, chatting about the great cause of recovery.

Although his own age is already a bit old.

But in his opinion, this age is completely okay.

"After all, there are no heroes in the ages, and Sun Zhongmou's place. The dance pavilion and singing stage are always blown away by the rain and the wind. The grass trees in the setting sun, the ordinary alleys, and the humane slaves once lived. I think back then, gold and iron horses, swallowing with anger Thousands of miles are like tigers.

Yuan Jia hastily sealed the wolf as his Xu, and won the haste. In 43 years, I still remember, the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road.But looking back, under the Buddha Beaver Temple, there is a scene of Shenyashe drums.Who can ask: Lian Po is old, can he still eat? "

Lian Po is very old, and he is also very old.

But Lian Po is okay, there is no reason why he can't.

So he still has hope for life and everything.

this hope.

It seems to be coming.

1206 years.

This year, the prime minister of the Southern Song Dynasty, Han Tuozhou, intended to go north to conquer gold.

Xin Qiji finally had the last chance to fight for his dream!

This opportunity has come so late!
But to him, it is so precious!

This year, he was 66 years old.

After receiving the news, Xin Qiji walked to the forefront of the Northern Expedition without hesitation.

I just hope his dream can come true.

however.

This time the so-called Northern Expedition, the military preparations were insufficient, and the enemy could almost laugh out loud when they saw it.

At the same time, there were traitors in the Southern Song Dynasty, and even the Song Army itself was quite discordant.

A combination of these factors can lead to victory.

I really saw a ghost.

And indeed it is.

Xin Qiji didn't even go to the front line.

The news from the front line has already passed.

Very cruel.

Because the message that comes over is simple.

"Big defeat."

God seemed to have played a joke on him again.

Xin Qiji didn't even know how many years he would have.

Can he still see that day again.

There is no point in continuing to go north, so I can only go back.

But did not expect.

Another surprise thing.

happened.

In 1207, Xin Qiji just turned 68 this year.

The imperial court restarted the plan of the Northern Expedition, and recruited the 68-year-old Xin Qiji, and ordered him to go to Lin'an for appointment.

This matter represents, after waiting for a full 46 years!
Xin Qiji finally waited for the opportunity to command the regular army of the Southern Song Dynasty again.

However, the urgent letter from eight hundred miles away.

In the end, the good news did not reach him.

No matter how fast a horse is, it can't run faster than time.

It's too late.

"The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees at night, and the stars fall like rain. BMW carvings and cars are fragrant all over the road. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

Moth snow willow golden strands, laughter filled with dark fragrance.I looked for him thousands of times in the crowd, and suddenly I looked back, but the man was there, in a dimly lit place. "

When people want to find him in dimly lit places.

He is already a hero.

At the last moment of life.

Xin Qiji was lying on his bed at home.

Look towards the ceiling.

What emerges in the eyes is not the scene of living for more than 40 years.

It's not the grass on the stream, it's not the sound of frogs.It's about counting troops on the battlefield.

It's a company of blowing horns.

he yelled.

"Kill the thief! Kill the thief!"

But in the end, everything was calm.

In the end, he still didn't wait.

The scene in his dream.

Sigh that the time is passing, the fame has not been established, the scholar is getting old, and the opportunity will come.Let General Li meet Emperor Gao, what is the meaning of Wanhu Hou.