Collection of Huaxia: Halloween Tribute to Ice Sculpture Company

Did they not study history or something?
Looking at the dejected Li Zizhou, Zhou Jin was also inexplicably angry.

"Don't be angry, the old uncle will help you find a way."

Zhou Jin patted Li Zizhou on the shoulder, and spoke uprightly.

Li Zizhou was subconsciously taken aback when he heard this, but still nodded.

Just after sending Li Zizhou home, Zhou Jin received another call from Wang Shangwu.

Hey... I am really busy with my day-to-day life.

Zhou Jin shook her head helplessly, then answered the phone.

"Hello? Mr. Wang?"

"Xiao Zhou, let me write you a letter in advance."

"Your program has now been noticed by the State Administration of Culture, and now the people above want to come and inspect your situation on the spot."

"Tomorrow's live broadcast, there will be a heavyweight old man coming. Although I don't know who it is now... But you should be mentally prepared in advance."

Zhou Jin was taken aback by Wang Shangwu's words.

Good guy, have you been targeted?

Although Zhou Jin was confused by Monk Zhang Er at this time, he had already planned the content of the next episode.

"Hey... young people nowadays..."

"The road to enlightenment is long..."

Zhou Jin shook her head helplessly, shaking her head and walking towards home.

The next day's live broadcast went on as usual, but when Zhou Jin saw the old man sitting in the studio, she subconsciously froze for a moment.

"That is the dean of the Huaxia History and Culture Research Institute, Mr. Ye Hanlin."

Wang Shangwu didn't know when he rushed over, and whispered to Zhou Jin.

Zhou Jin was also taken aback when she heard the words, she looked up and met Ye Hanlin's eyes, and nodded subconsciously.

"Zhou Jin! It's time!"

Ye Hanlin wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by the staff next to him.

"Okay, here we come."

Zhou Jin hurried into the airtight live broadcast room upon hearing this.

"Zhou Jin, are you ready?"

The voice of the staff came from the headset, Zhou Jin nodded upon hearing this.

Turn on the system!Enter the space-time transfer station! "

"Select a historical node!"

"The end of the Southern Song Dynasty!"

As Zhou Jin's voice fell, the camera picture also changed suddenly.

And Ye Hanlin also put on the earphones and sat up straight.

"Xiao Se Song Shidao, a leaping horse shows a hero. One shot shocks the enemy back, and the handsome word floats in the sky. There are millions of golden soldiers in Wushu, and nine offenders can hardly get their wish. Wen Yuebei looks forward to fleeing. He is majestic and majestic, and the world is on his shoulders!"

"Break through time and space, put on armor, and invite the king. Shoot from all directions, and kill eagles across thousands of miles. Don't sigh that there are few friends, but how many people with lofty ideals, walk on the same road together! There are heroes every year, and the holy fire burns after the king."

"The loyal soul and the bright moon are here for thousands of years, and the evil stars shine for a while. The evil purple wins the vermilion, and the people's hearts are like a mirror, and history is selfless."

"From ancient times to the present, countless celebrities and national heroes have risen and fallen in the waves of history."

"There is a student who holds a wolf pen and brushes ink."

"There are also warriors, gold and iron horses, who can swallow thousands of miles like a tiger."

"And there are always one or two heroes who impressed us deeply, deeply engraved in the long river of history."

As Zhou Jin's voice fell, all I saw was a blaze of war, a lonely smoke in the desert.

The crescent moon in the distance hangs high above the steep mountains, and the sounds of fighting and crying are all over the mountains and plains.

A young general stood in front of the tent, overlooking everything in front of him.

"Report—General! The Jinren have fled to the northwest! Do you want to pursue them!"

"Report—General! There is an order from the Holy Spirit! Your Majesty, this is already the No. 12 gold medal! If you don't withdraw it...I'm afraid it will be a crime of resisting the order!"

At the same time, two soldiers came running at the same time, knelt down on one knee and shouted loudly.

"The class teacher returns to court?"

Hearing this, even the high-spirited young general's complexion showed a crack.

And seeing this scene, everyone realized that this is that period of history.

"Yue Fei! It's Yue Fei!"

"Full of loyalty to serve the country, but the emperor is not strong!"

"No, this period of history... makes me angry just thinking about it!"

"Hey... the young general is heroic and heroic, but he is helpless because of the cowardice of the court behind him..."

"Twelve gold medals... Logically speaking, for one gold medal, ordinary people need to kneel down to accept the decree. At this time, Yue Fei is still fighting with the golden man with the twelve imperial decrees on his body..."

"The ghost knows how much Yue Fei has been burdened!"

Not to mention the audience, even Ye Hanlin's eyes widened at this moment.

"This... this is the battle of Zhuxian Town!"

Ye Hanlin opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything for a while.

As the dean of the Huaxia History and Culture Research Institute, he is very familiar with this period of history.

On July [-]th, when Zhang Xian went from Linying to Kaifeng, the first edict was delivered.

And how could the ambitious Yue Fei, who broke the gold at that time, obey?

Qikan Jinlu gathered all his troops in Tokyo, and after repeated defeats, his spirit was depressed and he was shocked inside and outside.Hearing of the spies, the captives wanted to abandon their luggage and hurried across the river.What's more, today's heroes face the wind, the soldiers use their lives, the weather and personnel, the strengths and weaknesses have been seen, the achievements will be completed, the time will never come, and the opportunity will be lightly missed.The minister is familiar with the materials day and night, but His Majesty has the picture.

A memorial, painstaking efforts, but the emperor wholeheartedly guarding the throne, how could it be possible for Yue Fei to fight back to that country?
Two or three days later, when Zhuxian Town was conquered, and Wanyan Zongbi had escaped from Kaifeng, Yue Fei received twelve edicts issued with gold letters one after another within one day.All of them were urgent orders with harsh words that could not be refuted, ordering Yue's army to return to Ezhou, and Yue Fei himself to "walk" in Lin'an Mansion to meet the emperor.

Yue Fei wept angrily when he received such absurd order, "Ten years of work will be wasted once."

However, the friendly army had already retreated, and the Yue family army was alone, so they had to order a squadron. When the people heard the news, they stopped in front of Yue Fei's horse, crying, saying that they were worried that the Jin army would rebel, and the attack would be a disaster: "We will wear incense pots and transport food and grass to meet the army. The people of Jin know it well. Let me go, my generation has no one like me."

Yue Fei had no choice but to take the imperial edict with tears in his eyes and show it to everyone, saying: "I can't stay here without permission." Then he cried loudly.Yue Fei decided to stay in the army for five days so that the local people could move south.

Yue Fei had already traveled more than half of his journey to "walking in" Lin'an Mansion. During this period, he kept receiving edicts from Song Gaozong, as well as provincial letters from Qin Hui in the name of the three provinces and the Privy Council.Although the content was contradictory and upside down, in the end Yue Fei was ordered to " gallop into the pilgrimage" and "go on the road and perform his duties".

When Yue Fei heard the news of the defeat of the Song army from the Central Plains, he could only sigh: "The states and counties gained will be closed for one day! It is difficult to rejuvenate the country and the country! There is no way to recover the world!" As a result, Yue Fei's fourth Northern Expedition was due to failed for political reasons.