(forty three)
Of course, there are also Xiaoxiao who harbor evil intentions and show their independence and sing the opposite tune.
It is said that the Central Plains region has been suffering from war for a long time. The new dynasty should follow the example of the early Han Dynasty and let the people recuperate and recuperate, instead of resorting to militarism and starting war again.
Sunge only found it funny. Is there really anyone who would call a just act of regaining lost territory a militancy?
If you are uneducated, you can read more.
If you don’t have any brains, you will have no choice but to be reincarnated.
She is a kind-hearted person who always likes to help others.
Such remarks are regarded as thieves of the country and rebels, and should be killed.
If you die, you will naturally be reincarnated.
I just hope that these brainless people will stop holding umbrellas when God gives them wisdom next time.
All the sacrifices made and all the blood and tears shed to regain the Yanyun Sixteen Provinces were worth it.
These sacrifices and blood and tears will become the confidence and sense of security for future generations.
This generation has stood up, and future generations no longer need to kneel.
These words were recorded by historians and passed down from generation to generation, and spread to every land.
What works first has immediate effect, and the blood that has cooled down on the land of China is boiling again.
Anyone with a discerning eye knows that the Southern Song Dynasty was struggling.
Sunge had a premonition that his end was coming, so he summoned his ministers and abdicated the throne to Xin Qiji.
The young man who has great ambitions and rides a horse across the plains may be trapped in the imperial city for the rest of his life.
However, a young man trapped in the imperial city can create a prosperous world with his own hands.
Men of insight will no longer be unable to repay their ambitions to serve their country; people who care deeply about their country will no longer look at the river and lament their whole life looking north until death; talented men with a wealth of poems and books will no longer express their sorrow in poetry.
Come to think of it, in the near future, there will be many magnificent poems praising the prosperous times led by Xin Qiji.
This position, for the young man, is not only a shackles, but also a new world where he can show his talents.
Who said that as the emperor, he could not control the aspirations of his subjects?
Xin Qiji did not disappoint Sunge.
Young but not immature, he has his own opinions on state affairs, can listen to honest advice, and tolerates Song officials who return from the north.
Dare to think, dare to do.
Sunge only looked after Xin Qiji for half a month, then completely let go of the government and stopped interfering.
Xin Qiji seemed to have guessed that the bells of Sungege had run out and he was about to reach the end of his life.
Thinking that the imperial mausoleum would not be built yet, Xin Qiji felt a little panicked.
Sunge himself didn't take it seriously. How many imperial tombs have been stolen throughout the ages?
"It is not appropriate to build an imperial mausoleum at this time, which will waste people and money."
"My grandfather didn't care about death as much as life. The magnificent mausoleum was unnecessary."
"Besides, my grandfather has only been a king for a few years in his life."
"In the remaining decades, I dug mines and forged iron in the deep mountains and old forests, studied rice ears in the fields, dealt with trivial matters among the common people in the yamen, and charged and killed Jin soldiers with long swords on the battlefield. The spectacular mausoleum where my grandfather lived Not used to it."
"You can't even live in peace even if you die."
"Remember the land that my grandfather chose a few years ago?"
"Just wait a hundred years for my grandfather, dig a hole there and bury my grandfather in it."
"Grandpa is afraid that he won't be able to see the grand occasion of the unification of the world. In time, the world will be unified. It will be good to inform my grandfather."
Sun Ge turned away, not wanting to look at the red ends of Xin Qiji's eyes and the moist eyes.
How can a person brought up with one hand not have the sorrow of life, separation and death?
"My grandfather didn't build a mausoleum, and my grandson won't build a mausoleum a hundred years from now."
Xin Qiji's voice was choked with sobs, and he leaned on Sun Ge's lap, feeling angry like a child.
Sunge:......
"As long as you can convince the prince you have appointed and the civil and military officials of the dynasty."
The current situation is special and everything is waiting for improvement. The funeral should be kept simple, and there is no need to invest in large-scale construction and money. It is not too late for the ministers to be happy.
Not to mention, she is the founding emperor!
Who would think that he has a long life and is jumping around in front of the founding emperor?
The founding emperor had some privileges, what happened?
"If the grandson doesn't care, the grandson will be buried next to his grandfather."
Sunge curled his lips. Xin Qiji should talk to Xiang Yu about this matter. They should have a common language.
"You have spent enough time with my grandfather today. Don't try to hide here under the guise of discussing the construction of the mausoleum."
"If you work harder, grandpa will be able to see the reunification of the north and the south sooner."
Sun Ge pushed Xin Qiji, who was secretly wiping his tears, and pretended to be disgusted.
Xin Qiji said angrily, "Grandpa just dislikes me and wants to give General Yue time to write the military book together."
"Don't think that your grandson doesn't know that the candles in the palace were burning for half the night last night."
Lifting the book of war, Sunge suddenly grabbed Xin Qiji's wrist, "Qiji, after a hundred years have passed since General Yue, you must give him the posthumous title of Wu Mu."
Yue Fei, Yue Wumu.
She didn't care, the legendary Wu Mu's suicide note existed.
Even if it didn't exist, she and Yue Fei would create it.
Xin Qiji didn't know why. After thinking about it for a while, he felt that the word Wu Mu matched General Yue very well.
Martial arts, fighting against insults, and never being extraordinary.
Mu, Bude is righteous, impartial and selfless.
"Grandpa, don't worry. My grandson will definitely treat General Yue well and will never act like a rabbit or a dog or a dog or a bird."
Xin Qiji only thought that Sun Ge was worried that he would be suspicious of Yue Fei.
impossible!
He couldn't even remember how many times he sat on General Yue's shoulder and watched the sunrise and sunset when he was young.
He was brought up by his grandfather and General Yue, how could he be a heartless and unjust person.
Thinking of this, Xin Qiji's eyes couldn't help but feel a little resentful.
Sun Ge touched his nose, feeling very innocent.
As soon as Xin Qiji left, Yue Fei, who had gray hair and a slightly stooped figure, but showed no signs of losing his energy, walked in at a brisk pace.
Sun Ge said as if he was taking credit, "General Yue, you are my father and I have given you a good posthumous title."
Yue Fei paused and looked strange.
"Sir, do you want me to be buried with you?"
After Sunge gave in, Yue Fei recalled the old title.
"Why should I let you, a bad old man, be buried with you?"
"Live well, compile the Military Book in more detail and completeness, and take a look at the prosperous age after the unification of the world for me."
"My grave is only so big, and you are so big and strong that I can't fit it in."
"Hurry, hurry, I've got the pen and ink ready."
…
In the third year after Sunge's death, the Zhao and Song dynasties, which had been struggling to support themselves, lost their hearts and collapsed.
Xin Qiji took the latest map and lit it in front of Sunge's grave, with green smoke curling up.
The wind blew, picking up the maps and burning away the piled ashes. Some fell on the graves, some floated on the tombstones, some floated on people's shoulders and palms, and some flew into the green mountains and clear waters.
The wisps of ashes are like the snow that tens of millions of people in the Central Plains Dynasty have been waiting for countless years.
A piece of snow makes a grand dream come true.
…
Three years and three years and three years.
The pines and cypresses next to the original small grave have grown into towering trees.
Decade after decade after decade.
The high-spirited young man back then has reached his twilight years.
"When I was drunk, I looked at the sword with the light on, and I dreamed about the trumpet-blowing camp.
Eight hundred miles away, the troops under his command are burning, the sound of fifty-stringed strings turning outside the Great Wall, and the troops on the battlefield being ordered in autumn.
The horse moves very fast, and the bow is as frightening as a thunderbolt. "
This time, he no longer had to lament that it had happened in vain.
I am willing to send my thoughts to the people and my time to my family and country.
The story of Xin Qiji is about to end here.
This is the story of Xin Qiji, and not just the story of Xin Qiji.
Hope you all like it.
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