In another space.
White Deer Institute.
Yuan Fu's fingers trembled.
Even his sleeves were trembling.
He looked at the golden roll, the figure who was dying and shouting himself hoarse.
His heart felt like it had been pierced, and it was in extreme pain.
Tears fell from her eyes.
"Crossing the river, your life has been so miserable, but you still want to cross the river on your deathbed.”
"An emperor who is being held hostage, an emperor who claims to be the emperor of the south, is not worthy of having such a loyal subject!”
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At this moment.
Three Kingdoms.
Shu Han.
The scene on the Golden Roll was shocking.
Liu Bei looked at the Golden Roll, but the look of pity and admiration in his eyes was different from that of Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and the others.
His expression was complicated as he clenched his fists.
This loyal minister had worked his entire life just to settle the matters after the emperor.
Until the moment of his death, he still cared about the people.
However, the more this was the case, the more it proved how muddle-headed his ruler was!
It was simply a humiliation.
Liu Bei's eyes were filled with worry and nervousness.
"Please don't be my Shu Han."
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On the other side.
Great Song.
Song Taizong and Zhao Guangyi also took a deep breath.
He looked at the Golden Roll with an extremely solemn gaze.
He knew that the higher the ranking, the greater the humiliation.
It was the despair of being forever nailed to the pillar of shame in history.
This person definitely couldn't be an official of Great Song!
For a time, the First Emperor Ying Zheng, the Han Ling Emperor Liu Hong, the Han Emperor Liu Che, the Sui Yang Emperor Yang Guang, the Qing Emperor Kang Xi, and the other emperors were extremely nervous.
At the same time.
Southern Song Dynasty.
Kaifeng.
At the ancestral graveyard.
Zong Ying knelt on the ground with a sorrowful expression.
He raised his head and looked at the Golden Roll.
The blurry images flashed rapidly.
He studied hard when he was young, cultivated martial arts, and was both civil and military.
After grinding his sword for a night, he went to the capital alone. He was a talented and outstanding scholar, but he was sent to a small county on the border.
He went to his post alone, built water conservancy projects, governed aristocratic families, and built cities.
One of them rushed to the isolated city behind the enemy's back, personally building the camp, silently training the soldiers, and modifying the weapons.
He led a lone army to reinforce the capital, taking down 30 camps in a row, winning 13 battles and 13 victories.
The imperial city was broken, and he led his troops to fight a bloody battle to the Yellow River.
Alone and helpless, he decided to go to the north to recruit soldiers and rebuild his old capital.
He had been brave all his life.
From beginning to end, no one sent him off.
Only that sword.
The sword had been sharpened for thirty-three years and was extremely sharp.
The day he raised his sword, he would bring peace to the people for decades!
Zong Ying's eyes reddened as she looked at the soaring and determined figure.
He saw the spine and the sword.
There was also that unbreakable strength of character!
He felt that this figure was so familiar, just like a father.
At this moment, Zong Ying turned her head and looked at the tomb in the distance.
He was trembling in grief as he murmured.
"Is that you? Father."
On the other side.
At this moment, Yue Fei, who was still training his soldiers, also raised his head and looked at the vast golden list in the sky.
Everything that figure did was so familiar.
That pair of eyes.
That sword.
The figure who had been thinking about resisting the enemy and bringing back the people until his death.
As the image of the Golden Roll continued to roll, this figure finally appeared in his mind!
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At this moment.
In the sky of the myriad worlds.
The scene on the Golden Roll ended.
Finally, new words appeared.
Your name is Zong Ze, your name is Ru Lin
He was an outstanding politician and military strategist at the turn of the Northern Song Dynasty and the Southern Song Dynasty. He was a famous general of the Song Dynasty. He successively served as the county captain of Guantao County in Daming Prefecture, Longyou County in Quzhou, Glue County in Laizhou, Zhaocheng County in Jinzhou, County Magistrate of Ye County in Laizhou, Dengzhou Tongpan, and Zhizhou in Cizhou. He resisted the enemy, repaired the city wall, reorganized weapons, recruited righteous soldiers, collected food and pay, and repeatedly retreated the invading Jin soldiers. In the battle of the king's city, he led his army to Li Gudu. On the way, he met the enemy and defeated the enemy. In the first month of the following year, he led his army to Kaide and won thirteen battles with the enemy.
At this moment, the darkness finally dissipated.
The figure's face finally appeared.
His eyes were bright and his hair was white.
He was full of integrity, looking at the mountains and rivers until his death!
Zong Ze.
New words were still appearing on the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings.
The fatuous ruler: Zhao Huan, Emperor Qinzong of the Northern Song Dynasty Zhao Gou, Emperor Gaozong of the Southern Song Dynasty
Hostage in the north, claim to be emperor in the south
Two fatuous rulers of the Great Song!
The Golden Board Review appeared again.
A fatuous ruler does not deserve to have a list of loyal officials.
No. 17 Zong Ze
The fatuous ruler: Zhao Huan, Emperor Qinzong of the Northern Song Dynasty Zhao Gou, Emperor Gaozong of the Southern Song Dynasty
[Note: The blood of the loyal temple is still there, often making heroes shed tears.]
At this moment.
Rank 17, inventory complete!
It was also at this moment.
At the ancestral graveyard.
Zong Ying's chest was filled with sorrow and she could no longer suppress it.
Large drops of tears rolled down.
Father, they still remember you."
" Someone will remember you in this life."
On this day.
It snowed heavily in Kaifeng.
The tombstone was made of yellow soil, just like a white head.
On the other side.
In the military camp.
Yue Fei's eyes were already red. This was the first time he took out wine in the military camp.
Silently pouring it into the big bowl, his voice trembled, but it was still sonorous.
"Zong Shuai, take care!"
Yue Fei was the youth that Zong Ze had saved in the past, the youth that Zong Ze had promoted!
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In another era.
Wang Shouren appeared in front of Zong Ze's grave with red eyes and a glass of wine in his hand.
A cup of yellow wine spilled onto the ground soundlessly.
A moment later, Wang Shouren straightened his clothes and cupped his hands. His expression was solemn as he choked.
"Lord Zong, Qiangu!"
On the other side.
The old Xin Qiji also had a solemn expression and a complicated look in his eyes as he arrived in front of Zong Ze's grave.
A long sword stood on the yellow soil.
At this moment, Xin Qiji's voice was loud and clear.
"Lord Zong, Qiangu!"
More and more Academy students, scholars, and officials appeared in front of Zong Ze's tomb in different time and space.
The voices gathered like a flood.
Lord Zong, Qiangu!
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