Why do you do such a disgusting behavior as soon as you meet?’

After complaining in his heart, Ren Li also had a hypocritical smile on his face.

"Everything is fine, please don't worry about Master Zhao..."

Zhao Zhijing is the head of the town!!!

Although the Quanzhen Sect is gone now.

But not all the 100,000 Quanzhen disciples are dead!

With the great master Wang Chongyang on it, how could he let his disciples die?

There was a polite relationship between the two.

After sitting down and chatting for a while, Zhao Zhijing suddenly looked embarrassed and said:

"Fellow Daoist Lan, there is a saying that Zhao doesn't know whether to say it or not."

"Please tell me, Master Zhao."

With a smile on his face, Renli made a gesture of invitation.

"This...is related to confidentiality. Zhao still hopes that fellow Taoist must keep it confidential for Zhao regardless of whether he agrees or not."

"nature...."

"Then I said..."

Zhao Zhijing was a little confused.

But after he looked at Renli for a while, he gritted his teeth and said to Renli:

"Fellow Daoist, I heard you have a fleet in your hand, right?"

"Um?"

"Fellow Daoist wants to deny that the Mongols escaped from the shelling a few days ago!"

"Um."

When Lan Li heard this, she smiled and nodded and said:

"There is such a thing, Master Zhao knows that as a businessman, he always has to protect himself. "

Since Zhao Zhijing found out, Lan Li had no intention of hiding it.

Yes, the Lan family has a fleet.

But what's up to you, Zhao Zhijing?

What exactly do you want to say?

I felt a little impatient, Lan Li looked at Zhao Zhijing with a plain expression and said:

"Master Zhao can just say something. If nothing happens, Lan will have to go back to the study room to study."

Recognizing Lan Li's impatience, Zhao Zhijing's expression became even more entangled.

After a while, he suddenly whispered:

"Fellow Taoist, can you get the news that the current emperor has died?"

Lan Li's expression condensed.

Nodded.

"I know, then what?"

"Whether Brother Zhao knows it again? At this time, north of the Yangtze River, the Jin Kingdom is launching a full-scale attack on the northern line?"

“…”

"According to the news that Zhao received, the Southern Song Dynasty court had an optional attitude towards this war."

"What does it mean?" Lan Li frowned.

"It means that north of the Yangtze River, there can be or there can be no..."

Speaking of this, Zhao Zhijing smiled bitterly:

“One and three million households on the north bank.

Two hundred and forty thousand troops.

Twenty-six county towns.

A territory of hundreds of thousands of miles.

Even Yue Shuai...

These.

All...

Can there be!

Nothing!”

Speaking these secrets in a tone that is about to eat people, Zhao Zhijing suddenly stood up.

Front side of the upper body.

With a twisted face, he stared at Lanli's eyes and shouted:

"After more than ten years of planning, the blood and tears of millions of Han people, hundreds of thousands of soldiers took back with their lives...

Can.....

They are going to give up the north bank of the Yangtze River now!!!”

“…”

Zhao Zhijing was still full of grief when he said this.

It seemed that he felt despair from the heart of the resolution of the Southern Song Dynasty.

In front of him, Lan Li was watching him trance.

Lan Li guessed most of what Zhao Zhijing said.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have asked Dongfang Bai to protect Yue Fei.

But Zhao Zhijing suddenly ran over and told him about this...

What do you want to do?

Soon, Renli won't have to think about it.

"Fellow Daoist...No! Brother Lan!"

Suddenly, Zhao Zhijing paid a big week for Lanli.

Then, without waiting for Lan Li to help him, he shouted loudly:

"The Jiangnan court gave up, but the five million people in Jiangbei and two hundred and forty thousand troops...

What should they do!

And I teach you Quanzhen!

I, the remnants of the previous dynasty who were saved by my master, survived!

I don’t want to give up, I can’t bear to give up, and I can’t give up!

At present, heroes from all walks of life have gathered in Tokyo Bianliang.

Such as the Ming Cult, Mani, Beggars' Sect... and my entire town, and even the Yue Shuai sent people to discuss major events.

Let’s give you a tribute and courage!

Please help Brother Lan!!!”

He poured out a lot of things, and after he finished speaking, Zhao Zhijing bowed another week.

Lanley: "???"

"Help you?"

"yes!"

"You want to be the emperor?"

"Zhao just doesn't want to see millions of people die in the war!"

"Speak human words."

"Brother Lan, king, prince, general, and minister, wouldn't he have any seeds!"

At the end of his speech, Zhao Zhijing's voice almost roared.

I don't know where he got the courage...

Lan Li glanced at him.
To be continued...