When the Big Brother Dresses as a Cannon Fodder [Quick Transmigration]

Zhang Wuji was shocked, looked at Zhou Zhiruo with a frosty face, opened his mouth, and was about to say something, when Zhao Min's voice full of grievances suddenly sounded in his ears: "Yes, I am from Yuan Dynasty, you are from Han Dynasty, and I am a woman from Fanbang After the Tartars, you are the sons of Yan and Huang, a state of etiquette."

"Now we Yuan people are strong and destroyed the Song Dynasty, but when you Han people were prosperous, how did you treat us Tartars? Don't slaughter us wantonly, take our heads to lead the army, and seal ten thousand households?"

Zhou Zhiruo's eyes were slightly cold, and Zhang Wuji was momentarily dumbfounded.

Zhao Min continued: "There is no country with long-term peace and stability, and there is no foundation that lasts forever. The change of dynasties and the rise and fall of a country are just a process of cyclical exchanges in the long river of history. We Yuan people did nothing wrong. What was wrong is your Song royal family. Faint and incompetent, ruining the country of the Han people in vain!"

Zhao Min's words made everyone fall into silence.

Zishan Dragon King grew up in Persia since she was a child, and has no sense of belonging to the Han Dynasty. No matter who becomes the emperor, it is a relationship between well water and river water, no different.

Xie Xun followed Mingjiao leader Yang Dingtian to rebel against Yuan, and hated Yuan people, but Zhao Min's words made him unable to find a reason to refute.

Zhang Wuji has always been indecisive, he knows the difference between Hua and Yi, but he can't go down and kill Zhao Min ruthlessly.

From Zhao Min's point of view, Zhao Min did nothing wrong. Zhao Min is from Yuan Dynasty, so he naturally defends Yuan Dynasty's rule.

But from the perspective of the Han people, Zhao Min is an out-and-out villain. He used despicable means to force people from the six major sects to Wan'an Temple, and forced the people from the six major sects to surrender and compete in martial arts. , and cut off the man's finger.

If it weren't for Fan Yao, who he cooperated with as the internal response, the six major sects would have been burned to death in Wan'an Temple long ago, leaving no bones left.

For a while Zhang Wuji felt that Zhao Min was right, and for a while he felt that Zhao Min was cruel and ruthless. The two thoughts were constantly entangled in his heart, and he couldn't make a conclusion on Zhao Min for a while.

In the silence, Zhou Zhiruo sneered, and Song Qingshu's clear voice sounded: "Princess Shaomin's words are wrong."

Song Qingshu didn't call Zhao Minzhao, only the title of Yuan Ren called her. Qingjuan's face was calm, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and there was a bit of imperceptible anger.

Song Qingshu said: "Hou Weiqing of Changping went straight to Longcheng, and he was undefeated in his life. The champion Hou Huo Qubing, sealed the wolf and lived in Xushan, and achieved the highest honor of our Han military generals. These two killed 10 Huns. They are our Han national heroes. .”

Hearing the beheading of hundreds of thousands, Zhao Min had a look of surprise on his face for a moment, and said: "You Han people are also so cruel to foreign tribesmen. My people from Yuan Dynasty treat you today, it is just a good reincarnation of heaven."

Song Qingshu looked at Zhao Min with a cold voice: "It is normal for the two armies to have casualties. They beheaded hundreds of thousands of Hun soldiers who invaded our Han city and slaughtered our Han people. But what you killed, It is our unarmed Han people!"

"We Han people have a saying, you may not know it, soldiers are weapons, and saints have to use them as a last resort. We Han people never provoke wars easily. Every time we use troops abroad, it is because you Tartars harassed the border and massacred Han people in the country. First of all, like today, Yuan soldiers are raging, and the Han people are devastated."

Zhao Min smiled and said: "Do you also know the truth of the weapon of the soldier? The royal family of the Song Dynasty was weak and innocent, immersed in the dream of the first kingdom, but they did not know that they had already fallen behind the surrounding countries and were a stumbling block preventing the integration of the nation. Since ancient times There is a way to fight without a way. We Yuan people learn your Han etiquette and read your Han poems and books. We are no longer the barbarians who used to drink blood. Now it is normal to promote the king to destroy the Song court. This is the weapon of the soldiers, and the saints can’t do it. There is no reason to use it.”

"You also know that the third part of your body is like our Han people?"

Zhou Zhiruo teased: "The Han Dynasty is more powerful than the Han and Tang Dynasties. The Han had the Silk Road, the Tang had the barbarians' clothes, and the clothes of all nations were crowned with crowns. At that time, we opened the door to the country and let you learn and let you know the shame. Know the etiquette and put on this human skin."

"You—" Zhao Min felt his heart constricted, and before he could refute, Zhou Zhiruo raised his eyebrows and sarcastically said, "It's good for you, even though you're wearing human skin, you still act like animals , burning, killing, looting, and committing all kinds of evil.”

"Don't insult the words of the saints. The words of the saints are not an excuse for you to expose your nature."

Zhou Zhiruo saw blood in every word, but Zhao Min could not argue with it.

She suddenly understood why Zhou Zhiruo was silent in the first place, it was to induce her to say those words, and then humiliate her back.

Zhao Min bit her lip, lowered her eyes and remained silent.

Everyone who was speechless by Zhao Min's words all looked at Zhou Zhiruo with mixed emotions—Zhao Min was eloquent, and they were almost led astray by Zhao Min just now, thinking that the demise of the Song Dynasty deserved it. When I first woke up, no matter how the Song Dynasty should go to extinction, it was the business of the Han people themselves, and had nothing to do with the Yuan people.

When the Tang Dynasty was strong and powerful, the Han Dynasty did not exterminate the weak and weak alien races around them. Instead, they subdued the people with virtue and educated them widely so that they could learn the etiquette of the Han people and no longer live like wild animals.

Over the years, these people have gradually become stronger under the influence of Han culture. Instead of expressing gratitude to the Han people, they drew sharp knives at the critical moment of the Han people, occupied the territory of the Central Plains, and committed crimes on the heads of the Han people.

Once they became masters with pride, they treated Han people as fourth-class people, and even used two-legged sheep to play with them.

This kind of behavior of repaying kindness with hatred is no different from that of animals.

No, not as good as a beast.

Xie Xun said: "Master Zhou, you are right."

Xie Xun called him the head of the sect, and recognized Zhou Zhiruo's identity, and also recognized that the Dragon Slaying Saber was a thing of the Emei School.

Zhou Zhiruo smiled calmly, looked at Zhang Wuji, and said, "Whether you want to marry the princess princess, or continue to be the leader of the anti-Yuan rebel army, you can do it yourself."

After speaking, Zhou Zhiruo was ready to leave.

Zhang Wuji suddenly said, "Zhiruo."

Song Qingshu glanced at Zhou Zhiruo, Zhou Zhiruo just stopped, but didn't look back.

Zhang Wuji struggled, and said with difficulty: "You... don't you understand my intentions? Thanks to the grace of Hanshui, Guangmingding guided me to break the sword formation. Although you stabbed me that day, I still happy."

"The person I want to marry...is you."

Zhao Min's shoulders trembled slightly, he bit his lip, and softly scolded the little pervert.

Xiao Zhao lowered her eyes and said nothing, stirring the handkerchief in her hand.

Zhou Zhiruo looked back and smiled, she was as beautiful as a fairy, and said to Zhang Wuji: "Sorry, I am a Han. My parents died because of protecting Mingjiao righteous people, and my master died because of Yuan people's tragic death in Wan'an Temple. Yes, I'm a clean freak, I don't want things used by others."

Song Qingshu frowned slightly, looking thoughtful.

"Zhiruo, I—"

Zhang Wuji got up to chase Zhou Zhiruo, his movements froze, as if struck by lightning, he stayed on the spot.

Xie Xun sighed softly, and said, "Master Zhou, it's because my child is not good enough for you."

Zhou Zhiruo smiled lightly, pulled Song Qingshu's sleeve aside, and said, "Brother, let's go."

Song Qingshu nodded, and looked back at Zhang Wuji.

There are still two boats parked on the shore, one belongs to the Persians, and the other is driven by the Zishan Dragon King when he came.

Zhou Zhiruo chose the Persian boat and left Zishan Dragon King's boat on the shore.

Although the boat belonged to the Persians, the Persians came from Persia and did not know the topography of the Central Plains, so they captured many Han Chinese to work as boatmen on the boat.

After Zhou Zhiruo boarded the boat, she said to the boatmen: "You just need to send me to the place, and I will be free. As for the loss of your boat being scratched..."

Zhou Zhiruo glanced at the things in the cabin, pointed her finger, and said, "I have killed the Persians on the left and right. You can share their things."

Most of the cabins were valuables owned by Post, and they could be sold for a lot of money in the Central Plains, but the crew members didn't have much joy on their faces.

There is no other reason. When the Persians captured them, they killed their families. They would rather not have these things and just want to live their own lives in peace.

The grief of a broken family cannot be comforted with just a few words. The crew members wrote that Zhou Zhiruo had avenged them, and then went to work separately. As for the Persian's finances, no one looked at them.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help feeling a little sad.

Song Qingshu stepped forward, handed her a cup, and said, "Zhiruo, you've done well."

Zhou Zhiruo took a sip, only to realize that it wasn't water, but wine.

Song Qingshu has always been careful, knowing that what she wants to drink at this time is wine rather than water.

Zhou Zhiruo's heart softened, and the feeling of sadness faded a bit. Song Qingshu touched her with a cup, and said: "The king is dead and the minister is humiliated, the country is ruined and the people are low. For the Han people."

"When we return to the Central Plains, we will reorganize the major martial arts sects, drive out the Tartars, and rebuild the rivers and mountains of the Han family. Zhiruo, what do you think?"

The setting sun is like blood, and the sea breeze is blowing on the face. Song Qingshu's hair dances gently with the sea breeze, and his eyes are like stars falling in the autumn water.

Zhou Zhiruo rested her chin with her fingers, and suddenly wanted to lean her head on Song Qingshu's shoulder.

This feeling is very strange, as if a helper suddenly came to her when thousands of people were gone, and her heart, which was going against the wind all the way, slowly calmed down.

Very quiet very quiet.

"it is good."

Zhou Zhiruo said softly.

The waves beat against the hull of the ship, and the setting sun reluctantly fell on the place where the sea and the sky meet. The cool air suddenly became a little sticky. Zhou Zhiruo saw that the side of Song Qingshu's ear was crimson, spreading to the side of his face little by little.

It is like the brocade woven by the immortals above the nine heavens when the Golden Crow was first born.

Zhou Zhiruo blinked, Song Qingshu put down his wine glass, his usual clear eyes were slightly drunk.

The softness sinks into the sleeve-length knuckles, and the seagulls skim over the water, splashing waves.

However, at this moment, a hoarse cough broke the ambiguous atmosphere.

Song Qingshu almost reflexively pulled Zhou Zhiruo behind him.

Not far away, Fan Yao folded his arms around his chest, with a playful look on his face, he jokingly said, "Wine is not a good thing, little brother Song, no matter how good the wine is, don't be greedy."

Song Qingshu's face changed slightly, and he didn't dare to look at Zhou Zhiruo behind him.

Zhou Zhiruo rested her white fingers on Song Qingshu's shoulders, and slowly moved her face closer. She raised her eyebrows and looked at Fan Yao, who was watching the show, and said, "Fan Youshi has been following us for a long time, hiding his breath, why don't you continue today?" Hidden?"

Her portable space has reported the news a long time ago. Fan Yao followed her with a hidden identity. pathfinder lights.

The blood-colored sunset fell on Fan Yao's face, bright and dark. His voice was low and hoarse with a broken throat in the past, and his tone was unclear. It seemed to have a bit of sarcasm in it: "When you are old, you can't see such bloody things." gone."