Since ancient times, our nation has many loyal ministers and good generals, most of whom are pleading for the people, and most of whom are willing to protect the country and the country. They have written the backbone of the nation!

But history books are also full of people who are scattered, those who are full of sin, those who should be crushed and ashes.

Wei Yang was angry and couldn't help but draw his sword and play it. He was so immature but sharp and clear that he sang a few words of the Qin tune, saying, "Wutai Mountain trapped the veteran Yang, and thought about the national affairs, and was very sad. I only blamed Emperor Song in my heart. He listened to slander and imprisoned me in the temple of Mount Wutai. I ordered Wulang's son to visit Youzhou, but why didn't he see him back? I was not because Han Chang broke into the camp, and his king and ministers were trapped in foreign countries. I left the mountain gate general, but I couldn't think about it. Emperor Gaozu of Han was also in charge of the Han Xin and Zhang Liang, whom he ascended the throne, and he was beheaded Han Xin in the Weiyang Palace, and immediately forced Zhang Liang to return to the mountainside. Liu Xiu of Han revived Deng Yu, Yao Qi Ma Wu general, also killed Zhongliang after ascending the throne, demoted Deng Yu and beheaded Yao's generals, and forced Ma Wu to die at the Meridian Gate."

In private, it was silent, and the battle flag was strong on the top of the city.

The soldiers listened with their ears, but suddenly the army and horses galloped under the city - it turned out that they were frightened by the desolate, sad and angry Qin Opera.

Zhao Yunfu said in horror: "Baby, you, don't sing anymore, are you looking for death?"

Wei Yang ignored it, and shot the sword and sprayed out a sense of anger. He sang the lyrics: "By these heroes who can kill, fight, and calculate, one by one, they are all devastated by evil fire. My thoughts aroused my heart. The king's family's country was created by the ministers. It is like a cow eating green grass and silkworms eating mulberry. The old cow died at the tip of the knife, and the silkworm spitted its silk and died in the boiling pot."

Zhao Yunfu stepped forward and wanted to block the guy's mouth.

This is...

Wei Yang turned his feet and leaned against the city, thinking in his heart that once the cannon was obtained by the Tartars, this Hami and Guanxi would be afraid that they would flow into blood from now on, and the people would be injured and killed. These were just a power struggle between the Zhu family father and son. They were about to be transported to the extreme of their internal strength. A hot breath only boiled in his chest, flowed between his internal organs, and stirred in his twelve-level building.

The tender and tragic singing followed, with an unstoppable momentum, as if no one was rippling in every brick and in every gap in Hami City. He said: "How can you know the cow suffer when you eat beef? How can you know the silkworm suffer when you wear silk? The most hateful-"

These three words were like thunders struck by half the sky. Wei Yang felt relieved. He had only one thought: "For these traitors and traitors, these emperors and princes who were full of family weight, in the past three thousand years, which book can write about their ugliness, and which historian remembers their despicable filth?"

He thought of another sentence in his heart: "How can you know that these emperors, generals and ministers are bad if you don't read the Twenty-Four Histories?"

His eyes couldn't help but feel hot, and Wei Yang shouted in his heart: "We really miss you!"

He seemed to suck the scorching sun, and there was only one sentence rolling out: "The most hateful tyrants of the tyrants who have been in power for generations to kill loyal ministers and good generals first, treating loyal ministers like frost on grass. This is how to accompany the king like a sheep and a tiger. The tiger turns around and hurts the sheep!"

After this long lyrics, Wei Yang did not feel happy.

He gently stroked the sword in his hand, and his mind was an idea: "These bad species are absolutely unreliable. They only care about the Zhu family's one acre of three-point land. They did not burn the tomb of Zhu Yuanzhang Fengyang. They would not know whether our sword was powerful. But if the cannon that kills people really falls into the hands of the enemy, there is no way for anyone to ask for it. Only by picking up the sword, killing him, killing him, not daring to harass him, and killing them, killing them, and killing them, and killing them, and having no children and grandchildren can you feel at ease!"

Zhao Yunfu looked happy and asked with a funny look, "Is it okay to worry about ten years later?"

Wei Yang said proudly: "Ten years later, I will achieve great martial arts and be rich and have the heart of a rich man. Even if the prince wants to get into evil at that time, why should I be afraid of him?"

After a word fell, Zhao Yunfu kicked and scolded with a smile: "I am still very strong, you..."

"Dad, he is talking about you." The little princess said with joy and smiled, "This person, his words are everywhere. I think we can't be prepared at all times. It's better to show it to him openly. If he is a traitor, he will kill himself, but we don't have to worry about him anymore."

Zhao Yunfu laughed loudly, patted the city wall and said in a silence: "This time, I am not worried anymore. No one can compare to the successor to Guanxi!"
Chapter completed!