Qianlong's poems are definitely not as good as those of the Six Emperors, because the Six Emperors improvised ancient poems that travelers must memorize.
Ninety-nine out of a hundred books will appear.
One of the basic skills.
There is no need to go online.
This one song can instantly beat the 30,000 songs composed before Qianlong.
Accompanied by the strange phenomena of heaven and earth, snowflakes and hail-like "dongdong" fell down, as if this ancient stone battlefield instantly returned to the earth-shattering battle with flying sand and rocks a hundred years ago.
I could vaguely see the soldiers of the Dashun Army who spoke with the accent of Lao Qin and were blinded by the strong wind, but they resolutely charged there and fell down as the artillery missed. They still shouted unyieldingly: "In this national war, we will not retreat.
Don’t retreat!”
Although the soldiers of the Dashun Army fought desperately, the situation was over. Countless puppet soldiers with white cloths tied on their shoulders and Zhenman with pigtails came to the battlefield from all directions.
None of the tens of thousands of veterans of the Shun Army said anything about retreating. Fifteen generals spilled their blood on the battlefield, but they still could not change the outcome.
The sky was dark and the building was about to collapse. A middle-aged man wearing a felt hat and riding a white horse suddenly felt something in his heart and subconsciously turned his head to look into the distance.
There, there was a young man riding a white horse like him.
The moment the two people's eyes met each other, the world was shaken again!
There was a power outage in one stone, a power outage in Shanhaiguan, a power outage in Yongping Prefecture, and a power outage in the whole of North China!
After an unknown amount of time, a lantern lit up in the center of the battlefield.
The earth also became bright, and then became clear and bright.
"I am not alone in my path, there will be reincarnation after a hundred years!"
The middle-aged man withdrew his gaze and once again looked at the battlefield in front of him, which was already covered with corpses. He looked at the Tatar cavalry who were riding their horses and howling like a black cloud, and he laughed fearlessly.
The laughter grew louder and louder until it reached the sky.
The picture also disappeared.
There was only flying snow in the sky above the rock, and the remains of the Dashun warriors who had turned into bones after hundreds of years.
There was also the formation of long snakes lined up in the strong wind, and the flags that roared in the wind.
"Old Li, this time I will go straight to Huanglong!"
After compiling and sending the text message to Li Zicheng, Jia Liu suddenly felt extremely relaxed and took a long breath. He took one last look at the ancient battlefield at his feet and slowly rode towards Guanmen.
During this eastward tour, his footsteps will traverse the white mountains and black waters outside the Pass, representing the return of the 30 million Han people to their homeland once again.
........
"Lao Ji, who did your Majesty send a text message just now?"
Queenie looked at His Majesty the Emperor who was walking away with some confusion. He casually asked about the big pipe, but found that the big pipe was twitching as if he had a stroke. He was startled and quickly tried to help the big pipe, but the big pipe suddenly fell down.
Sitting in the snow, he sat cross-legged like an old monk in meditation, took out a notebook from his arms, took out the sketch pen inserted in the breast pocket of his jacket, and started swishing dragons and phoenixes on the notebook.
It is actually the poem that Your Majesty just recited!
Queenie confirmed it was word for word.
"...If you count the famous figures, look at the present day!"
After the full text was recited, Lao Ji stood up and screamed loudly. With tears in his eyes, he asked the security chief Wang Sixi to give him the gun.
This made Director Wang very surprised: "Master Ji, what do you want a gun for?"
"If you hear the truth in the morning, you will die in the evening!"
Lao Ji had a face full of vicissitudes of life but also a look of determination: "It is enough for the literary world of the Qing Dynasty to have His Majesty. One more Lao Ji is not too much, and one less than me Lao Ji is not a lot. In this case, how can I, Lao Ji, have the dignity to live here?
In this world, go quickly, go quickly!"
As he spoke, he pointed the gun at his temple, leaving Director Wang and the guards stunned.
Seeing that an important minister of the dynasty was about to die, how could everyone not be shocked.
However, after a few breaths, no gunfire was heard.
Everyone looked at them carefully, and Ji Zhongtang looked at them with an unhappy expression: "No, why don't you give me some advice?"
"Well?"
Director Wang, who had reacted quickly, stepped forward and grabbed Jizhongtang's small pistol. He kept persuading him and finally made Jizhongtang give up his thoughts of death.
"Pooh!"
Qianlong had seen Ji Yun's dog-like appearance from beginning to end. At this moment, he felt nothing but contempt or contempt in his heart. He did not dare to sneer, so he had to turn his back and take advantage of Guizi Liu's absence, secretly loosening his belt and taking out the hidden treasure.
The "Diary of the Restoration Emperor Vol. 1" that I read, I was studying eagerly in the dim light.
In this era of reform where everyone aims for progress, Chen Jialuo can no longer lag behind.
As the saying goes, one can control ghosts by learning ghost skills. As long as he learns the knowledge of Guiziliu in his own mind and takes his wisdom into his own hands, he will still be able to do great things in the future.
As an old man, he has ambitions for thousands of miles; as a martyr, in his old age, his ambitions are endless!
Queenie actually saw Qianlong secretly charging money, but he pretended not to see it because he was the one who sold the diary to Qianlong.
Qianlong had no money, but the old man still secretly hid a few treasures on his body when he left the palace.
He coughed lightly and walked up to Lao Ji, who had just shouted that he was sorry to live again: "Is it true that your cigarette bag is so rolled? His Majesty has already gone far away."
The implication is that if you want to pretend, you have to pretend in front of the emperor. If everyone is gone, you can just pretend, and who will you pretend to?
"You do not understand,"
Lao Ji looked around and lowered his voice: "Your Majesty has gone far, but His Majesty's eyes and ears are everywhere in this world...Don't you know that Asiha, that loser, has been having so much fun lately? If this continues,
, you and I will be replaced by Asha sooner or later."
"Um?"
Hearing this, Queenie's heart moved, and she said loudly: "Your Majesty's literary talents are unparalleled throughout the ages. In the future, I will give you a posthumous title no matter what... Yes, Renxiao Wen became the most holy emperor of martial virtue and the supreme emperor of martial virtue!"
Afraid that His Majesty's ears and eyes might not be able to hear, Queenie read it aloud three more times.
He was the Prime Minister and Deputy Minister of the Cabinet in charge of the Ministry of Rites. In the future, if the Six Emperors really passed away, it would be up to him to choose the posthumous titles of the Six Emperors and submit them to the Cabinet for confirmation, and then the new Emperor would promulgate them.
It's my job.
Before Jia Liu closed the door, he knew that Lao Ji was impressed by his literary talent and wanted to commit suicide. He was happy at that time: "If he wants to die, let him die. Who asked you to stop him?"
"Your Majesty, we didn't stop him either. Lord Ji himself asked us to persuade him."
"Is there still such an operation?"
Jia Liu saw his mother-in-law, and when he heard that Queenie had even considered his posthumous title, he couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded, not because he was unhappy, but because he was not familiar with etiquette standards and was afraid that Queenie would
Fool him.
When I was thinking about calling some knowledgeable people to ask, several generals who had already arrived at Shanhaiguan came to greet me.
Mainly Wang Fu, commander-in-chief of the East March Corps, Baoning, the admiral of the First Army under the East March Corps, Zu Yingyuan, the admiral of the Second Army, as well as Demu, the commander of the first town of Huncheng, and Demu, the second commander of the Huncheng Second Army, who were under the command of the East March Corps.