Live Huaxia: Opening dialogue with an emperor through the ages

Kill the thief!Kill the thief!Kill the thief!
When they saw the word "Huo" on the sword at the waist of the mysterious man, countless viewers were shocked and couldn't help discussing it.

"Could that person be Huo Qubing?!"

"Let me figure it out, could it be that Gao Yang wants to let Xin Qiji and Huo Qubing meet, this idea is completely unexpected."

"It is said that Huo Qubing is Xin Qiji's lifelong idol, and even his name has the meaning of imitation. If they really meet each other, it will probably be the earliest fan meeting."

"Hey, if Xin Qiji could have been born in the time of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, let alone confine the wolf to the Xuxu, our country should be in the North Pole!!!!"

Just when the audience wanted to see Huo Qubing's figure clearly, the scene in the picture gradually dimmed, and everything gradually disappeared.

After a while, the screen lights up again.

Two lines of text also appeared in the upper right corner.

In the third year of Kaixi, that is, in 1207, autumn.

Jiangxi, Lead Mountain.

Under the camera, Gao Yang in a black outfit finally appeared in everyone's eyes.

"Wow, this is Mr. Gao Yang?! I almost didn't recognize it. It feels like a different person. If it is paired with a sword, it will be a knight who walks the rivers and lakes."

"However, according to this time, it should be to see Xin Qiji."

"Hey, that's right, the third year of Kaixi is also the last period of Xin Qiji's life."

Under the camera, Gao Yang walked across the small bridges and flowing waters in the south of the Yangtze River, and came to a lush countryside full of vitality.

The eaves are low and the stream is green.

However, there are dark clouds billowing in the sky, as if a heavy rain is coming.

Under the camera, on the hospital bed in the room, a skinny white-haired old man sat up with his body, panting violently.

His cloudy eyes seemed to be unable to see clearly what was in front of him, but he stared motionlessly at the distance outside the window.

There, is the north.

Unforgettable North.

Looking back to the north, looking back to the north, I will never see Song Beigui in this life.
Seeing this scene, the audience's hearts tightened, and some even dared not look at the vicissitudes of life under the camera, but they had incomparably persistent eyes.

"It's really difficult for Xin Qiji to settle the affairs of the king and win the fame before and after him."

"Don't talk about it, this look is tear-jerking too. The martyr's old age, the hero's end, really makes people afraid to look at it."

"Mr. Jiaxuan, now that China's mountains and rivers are unified, your wish will finally be fulfilled by descendants thousands of years later."

this moment.

Gao Yang's figure appeared outside the thatched cottage, quietly looking at Xin Qiji who had come to the end of his life, his eyes downcast.

Between gazes, Xin Qiji seemed to sense something, he glanced at Gao Yang, as if he knew that he was going to the end of his life, his sunken eye sockets were full of unwillingness, like a heavy chessboard on the earth.

At this moment, he thought again of his youth in the north, when his grandfather Xin Zan took him to climb high and look far away, pointing to rivers and mountains, and reminding him of that distant afternoon when he must unify the country in the future.

"Drunken. Turn on the lamp to watch the sword dream come back and blow the horn"

"Eight hundred miles..."

Speaking of this, his last strength seemed to have been exhausted, even the arms that supported his body were limp, and he fell on the hospital bed trembling weakly.

In front of the thatched hut, the moment Gao Yang saw Xin Qiji, he felt a sense of familiarity in his heart.

He pushed the door out with a solemn expression, and bowed his hands to Xin Qiji who was on the hospital bed.

"Come... who..."

At this time, Xin Qiji seemed to have no energy to look at him, and just asked weakly.

Hearing this, Gao Yang gazed reverently, cupped his hands and said.

"Junior Gao Yang, from more than 800 years later, came to pay a visit to senior Jiaxuan today."

As soon as this word comes out.

The room fell into silence, but outside the window was the sound of ticking rain, clattering together, and the rainstorm finally came.

Xin Qiji's wrinkled face could not see any waves, he only thought that his own person was about to die, and what he saw and heard were all grotesque things.

Thinking about it, he only thought that Gao Yang was the legendary magistrate of the underworld, or he was hallucinating.

In the future, will the Great Song Dynasty regain the lost land? "

After a while, he finally asked about the career that he cared about all his life, and his eyes were filled with uncontrollable anxiety.

Hearing this, Gao Yang was silent for a moment, then said.

"Never."

"The Southern Song Dynasty finally died."

The atmosphere in the room sank to freezing point for a while.

But I heard Xin Qiji coughing violently, with a trace of despair in his voice, but he still insisted on asking.

"But what the gold thief did?"

Hearing this, Gao Yang shook his head slightly, took a deep breath, and then resisted the emotion in his heart and said in a deep voice.

"The Battle of Yashan, the Southern Song Dynasty was defeated by Mongolia."

"Lu Xiufu, the last prime minister of the Great Song Dynasty, committed suicide by throwing himself into the sea behind the back of the young emperor Zhao. Countless loyal ministers and people followed him. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians jumped into the sea to die for their country, and the sea was stained with blood."

In an instant, Xin Qiji's body froze as he struggled to sit up, as if he had lost his soul. He couldn't believe that Song Dynasty's ending would be so tragic.

It turned out that everything was in vain.

All my wishes in my life can only be castles in the air, they cannot be realized in this life, and they will never be realized.

this moment.

Thunder exploded in the sky, and pale light enveloped everything.

The faces of the two people in the room were also stained with a touch of sternness.

Xin Qiji seemed to hear the drums of the charge, but his eyes suddenly burst into an astonishing sharpness, his hands clenched tightly, as if he was already holding a spear and sharp arrow!
He struggled to get up, and towards the far north, his hoarse voice finally roared.

"Kill the thief!!!"

The sound is higher than the sound, and the sound comes from the heart, like a cuckoo crying blood!

"Kill the thief!!!"

"Kill the thief!!!"

"kill……"

The roar that made countless people feel terrified stopped abruptly, and everything fell into dead silence.

Beside the hospital bed, the sword is still in the scabbard, but the blood has cooled.

In front of the live broadcast room, countless viewers looked at this scene with trembling eyes. The sound of killing the thief made people's blood surge, but their hearts also filled with infinite sorrow.

In the radio station, Director Lin also sighed when he saw this.

"Perhaps, this is the truest portrayal of Xin Qiji's life. He exhausted his last ounce of strength and shouted to kill thieves, but he couldn't wake up those high-ranking emperors and ministers in the Song Dynasty."

Beside him, Li Hui looked at Xin Qiji's figure infatuatedly, his eyes were a little moist, and said in the same deep voice.

"Mr. Ma also once said: "I am a dog who can only bark. After barking for 100 years, I haven't woken Huaxia up yet. "I only hate that the hero was born in the wrong era, full of enthusiasm, and can only be passed down between pen and ink."

"Hey, if a country is not prepared for danger in times of peace, but seeks pleasure, it will eventually decline. This is a warning to us today!!!"

Just when the audience was immersed in the tragedy of Xin Qiji's life.

Boom!

On the dome, there was another thunderclap, as if it was about to smash everything in the world.

This time under the dazzling light of lightning, the picture also flashed back suddenly, reversing time and space.

The hut in front of him disappeared, Xin Qiji disappeared, and the surroundings were no longer the small bridges and flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River, but the battlefield where the flames of war were raging.

under the lens.

Time has quietly returned to the starting point more than 60 years ago.

Shaoxing ten years.