I, compose the 5000 years of China

Chapter 66 The Southern Song Dynasty No Longer That Heroic Teenage Hero
"Looking at the sword with the light on while drunk, dreaming back to the company of blowing horns... good."

"It's a good feeling. One word makes me feel that I have come to the barracks. I am worthy of leading soldiers and fighting wars."

"That is, this feeling is something that other civil servants cannot have. Cool, cool..."

did not say.

This poem is Xin Qiji's representative work. After a while, I wrote strong words for Chen Tongfu's strong words to send it.

This Chen Tongfu is Xin Qiji's friend.

It is different from the poems written by Xin Qiji before.

If we say that the poems written by Xin Qiji before are the poems of pastoral landscapes.

Or even as beautiful as the sapphire case.

But this time.

Looking at the sword with the light on while drunk...but it instantly showed the spirit of a general buried in Xin Qiji's bones.

This military general's aura is like beacon fire, but as soon as it comes out, everyone feels bloody.

Chen Fan didn't stop, and continued to read: "Eight hundred miles of fire under the command, and fifty strings of turning outside the fortress. Autumn soldiers on the battlefield."

In fact, Xin Qiji is not a representative of euphemistic poetry.

When studying Xin Qiji in his previous life, he had always regarded Xin Qiji as a representative of the bold and unrestrained sect.

Just like this song broke for a while.

Although it was only a few short sentences, that majestic aura filled the entire live broadcast room.

[Lu Feikuai made by the horse, his bow is like a thunderbolt.Settle the affairs of the king and the world, and win the fame before and after his life.Poor thing happened in vain! 】

This poem is to tell his friends about his ambition.

The meaning is very simple.

I have not forgotten the ambition of the year.

I have not forgotten the heart of the Northern Expedition.

I've been waiting for an opportunity.

Wait for the king to call me.

But Master Wang has been doing it year after year.

The last sentence of this poem.

【It happened in vain】.

The lofty aspirations of the mountains and rivers before were left behind with a sigh.

"It happened for nothing."

Staring at the last sentence, all the fans seemed to recall the time when Lu You was lying in a lonely village, and the storm was raging.

Lu You was old at that time, but even so, he was still recalling his years in the Nanzheng Army.

Even if the military years are only a short 8 months.

Lu You is like this.

How could Xin Qiji, who entered the army with a spear in his hand, let it go.

"It's a pity that it happened for nothing, pity that I am old."

Isn't it ironic.

Xin Qiji, who was thinking about the Northern Expedition, waited for this opportunity to wait until the white hair appeared.

But actually.

However, Chen Fan said: "It's not pitiful to have a white hair. If the king still recruits. Even if the white hair appears, Xin Qiji will take the lead and die to serve the country. But the pity is that even if the white hair appears, he still has not waited for it." Master Wang's call."

"My Nima..."

Listen to Chen Fan's words.

Before, all the people waiting were just lamenting the hero's twilight.

But now.

There is something more tragic than the hero's twilight.

"Damn it, I knew that Xin Qiji would be another tragedy when the host talked about it. I shouldn't have listened."

"This tragedy is even more cruel than Lu You's."

"That's right, Lu You is just a civil servant, and killing the enemy has nothing to do with him directly. But Xin Qiji is a general, and he has fought against the Jin general. What's more, he was born in a place ruled by the Jin soldiers. The hatred for Jin Bing is stronger than any other person. Whether it is in terms of talent, learning, force, or strategy...Xin Qiji is not weaker than anyone. However, what was left for him was unexpectedly such treatment."

"I was thinking, am I really so weak in Southern Song Dynasty?"

In fact, many people know the history of the Southern Song Dynasty.

Even if you don't know it, you know a general trend in the Southern Song Dynasty.

The Southern Song Dynasty was a very humiliating era.

Sometimes, many people don't want to mention it.

But the more this is the case, when they see such amazing talents appearing one after another, they feel even more sad from their hearts.

Why there is such a good deck of cards, but it is played like this.

"This is the famous Goose Lake meeting."

After reading for a while, Chen Fan couldn't help but sighed.

Although he didn't live in the Southern Song Dynasty, it was unimaginable to think of Xin Qiji who was in the Southern Song Dynasty at that time.

Even if you can't come to the Southern Song Dynasty, think about the present.

If the current country is torn apart, and even the capital of the past has become the territory of other countries, what would you think?
"Anchor, does Xin Qiji still have bold and unrestrained poems like Pozhenzi?"

"Have."

Chen Fan nodded: "Not only, there are many more."

"Anchor, anchor, hurry up..."

"but."

Chen Fan hesitated: "Do you really want to watch it?"

"Yes."

"I'm afraid you won't be able to take it again."

"Come on, anchor, we can stand it."

All the fans didn't blink their eyes at this moment, fearing that they might miss any scene.

Subsequently.

I only saw Chen Fan singing: "Throughout the ages, there is no hero to be found. Sun Zhongmou is here. The dance pavilion and singing stage are always blown away by the wind and rain. The grass trees in the setting sun, the ordinary alleys, and the human slaves used to live. I think back then, A gold-armed iron horse swallows thousands of miles like a tiger."

Poems that are more heroic than those broken for a while.

Wilder than any unrestrained man this world has ever heard.

[Throughout the ages, there are no heroes to be found, and Sun Zhongmou is here. 】

[I think back then, the gold and iron horses swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger. 】

This group of vocabulary, let alone the whole song.

Even if you take it apart and read it alone, it will still make your blood boil.

But as the saying goes.

How heroic the front is, how tragic the back is.

[Yuan Jia hastily sealed the wolf as his Xu, and won the rush to the north. 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 was one of the four famous generals in the Warring States Period.

At that time, King Zhao wanted to use Lian Po again, but he was worried that Lian Po was getting old, so he sent someone to see Lian Po's physical condition.

Whether you can still eat or not, it means whether you can still eat.

Perhaps this is a tragedy for Lian Po.

But for Xin Qiji, he is even more tragic.

why?
After all, Lian Po still has the king's concern, and even wants to use it.

but.

Compared with Lian Po, there was no one who asked Xin Chongji if he could eat at the end.

……

"Wang Zhi", a lecturer in the History Department of Hangzhou University, ended today's class as before.

but.

Today he is more in a hurry than before.

because.

He learned that Chen Fan would speak to Xin Qiji again.

And he also learned.

This may be Chen Fan's last match against Xin Qiji.

but.

Wang Zhi was still a step late.

When he took out his mobile phone and entered Chen Fan's live broadcast room, the whole live broadcast room suddenly became completely silent.

At this moment, what Wang Zhi could hear was that Xin Qiji had already aged at Mu Mu.

"Waiting for decades, Xin Qiji never waited for the call of the master. Until one day, when the court finally remembered the talented Xin Qiji... At this time, Xin Qiji was 68 years old, seriously ill, and was about to leave. this world."

Excited, Wang Zhi quickly asked, "Teacher Chen Fan, does Xin Qiji have any last words?"

"Have."

Chen Fan nodded: "Xin Qiji's last words are only four words."

"Which four words?"

"Kill the thief! Kill the thief!"

Done.

Xin Qiji passed away forever.

A group of fans have not yet reacted.

But then.

In their minds, a heroic young hero emerged.

The teenage hero waved them off and was never seen again.

And the Flying Tiger Army founded by Xin Qiji also disappeared on the stage of history, and no one remembers it.

(End of this chapter)