"Yes, I believe in the strength of the housekeeper, and what he said, the friendship between my father and Shibi Khan and the Qiming Khan is not good, even if they can't buy horses, people will definitely leave the Turkic Khan's tent safely." The girl mentioned this, which really made me think about it. However, I still believe in the judgment of a professional like Li Qian.

"Yes, but brother, what exactly is it that makes you have to buy so many war horses?" The doubts in my sister's eyes became increasingly intense.

"Haha, because now, the era of singing and dancing life is about to change, I have to deal with it earlier, brother, I have to deal with it." I took a deep breath, and my eyes fell on the Luoshui River, which was like a picture. But in my ears, it seemed that I had begun to hear the roars and screams of countless people, and there were flags flying high. I turned my head to look north, as if I saw countless knights shaved and strange braids, whistling like wolves, and pounced towards the south...

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" My sister gently grabbed her sleeve, and a trace of worry appeared on her face. At some point, Li Yaoguang, who had been rushing to the front of the team, had already reached the near side of me. She also looked at me with a look of confusion, and looked at the vast and distant north.

"I was just thinking about when that vast grassland like the ocean would be firmly held by my Huaxia in my hand, and I no longer dared to look south and look at it." I sighed lightly, my voice exuded a faint melancholy and helplessness.

Every hardship of the Chinese nation is closely related to the prosperity of the grassland and the decline of the Central Plains. I really don’t know if I can change all this with me, so that the wheel of history will turn out a beautiful arc and walk on the road I hope.

"I suddenly remembered that I should write a drama, a story about a hero who has been fighting for his nation all his life." I smiled slightly, thinking of that person, and his story, his indomitableness and struggle, because of his existence, those foreign races had to be in awe and fearful like a tiger.

He is Ran Min, the King of Wudao. He is the hero of the Han people in the world and the spirit of the Chinese nation that is unyielding to the foreign race.

"You are already very tired. You have seen the desolation and sorrow under countless wars. Why don't you take a break? Although you still hold a sharp sword in your hand, your subordinates have fallen, and your subjects will submit to me. You have no strength. If you raise the sword in your hand again, why don't you surrender?...

In a corner of the stage that seemed a little dim, there was a king who was dancing his arms out of nerves, almost exaggeratedly, just like Hitler's madness and paranoidness on the podium. He roared angrily, very angry, but also seemed afraid. He kept lingering in the shadows with great anger and never exposed to the lights, as if only darkness could make him feel safe.

Around the king were countless soldiers wearing helmets and armors, holding sharp blades, but these people were as afraid of the figure standing proudly on the top of the rocks, holding the hilt of the sword, slanted with a dead tree, but with a happy and fearless smile on his face.

His eyes were so quiet and gentle, as if at the end of his sight, what he saw was that his family waiting for his relatives to return, and it was like a wild weed struggling, drilling out the soil covered with ice and snow, blooming out the greenness of spring.

The armor on his body was covered with blood, and there were still a few trembling feather arrows on his back. Under the huge rock, more than a dozen of his personal soldiers fell down. Just a moment ago, they were still full of vitality and wanted to follow him to drive all the barbarians out of the land of China. Now, those blue-gray stones have become the last destination for their lives.

He struggled, held the dead tree and stood up. His sharp eyes made the kings and warriors hidden in the shadows run in panic. A contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his expression was so calm and proud.

"Subdue? You can't. The character of China is still there. How can I surrender? Thousands of China come to China, and countless loyal souls are looking at me from the sky. How can I surrender?" His roar frightened the king and his soldiers in chaos, just like the darkness illuminated by the light. It seemed that as long as they exert a little force, they would be destroyed in the light.

Ran Min's powerful and powerful roar was still echoing. "You killed me, Ran Min. In the near future, there will be countless Ran Min. Standing in front of you, picking up swords and guns, letting you barbarians who regard our China as slaves to cattle and sheep know that my Chinese spirit is immortal and heroic soul will last forever..."

"Kill him, kill him for me, and let his words spread, and don't let his spirit continue to stay in this land." The king hiding in the shadow shouted crazy and nervously.

More than a dozen soldiers fell under his sword again. He rushed hard and almost slashed the king several times. The king screamed and begged to escape to the depths of the darkness, cursed Ran Min, and ordered the arrow to be fired.

In the end, countless feather arrows made Ran Min lean against the tree with wide eyes wide open, and his hand had broken into two sharp blades, still heading forward. "Destroy Hu, Destroy Hu..."

All the shadows hidden in the darkness faded away, and countless dandelions fell down in the sky, floating melodiously, and what sounded was the graceful and profound flute sound. Everything returned to tranquility, and the curtain gradually fell. However, Ran Min's roar was still free in all people's hearts, and even echoed in their souls...

Even though the curtain had fallen, the atmosphere in the theater still seemed extremely solemn, even depressing, so depressing that it was almost breathless. Until, sitting beside me, Li Yaoguang, whose eyes were already red, began to applaud firmly and forcefully, and the noisy applause almost penetrated the roof of the entire Grand Theater.

And I also lost all my strength, leaning against the fence of the terrace, looking at the excited and excited faces, and my heart was extremely happy.

Li Jiancheng, a friend of mine, was blowing the wind and whistling beside me, and clapping with great strength. It seemed that this was not the case, which was really not enough to express their excitement.

"It's really not that such a hero died in such a slutty hand." Li Yaoguang's eyes with mist fell on me, with dissatisfaction and resentment. Although his voice was low, his strong resentment was like the surging water of the Yellow River, which almost submerged me.

"San Niangzi, please don't look at me like that, okay? Although I wrote the script, the problem is that I didn't kill the King Wudao."

"But he died in your writing. Although he died so heroically, why can't such a hero continue to live?" At this time, I saw clearly that Li Yaoguang was so jealous that he almost caught up with the rabbit, and even spoke with a nasal sound. It seemed that Li Yaoguang was too immersed in the play, or the sense of substitution was too strong.

Seeing her like this, I couldn't help but feel a little painful in my heart, and said happily: "He is still alive. Although more than two hundred years have passed, he lives in my writing and in the hearts of you audiences. His words and deeds are enough to be remembered by future generations, so that we can always remember his spirit of not fearing power and fighting bravely..."

"Well, although I still hate you a little, you are right. Although it is very sad, it is also very inspiring..." Li Yaoguang sucked his red nose, his little mouth pouted high, his eyes filled with the light of awe and admiration for this historical figure. I believe that there must be many of them here about the worship of this young master who can write such a generous, tragic and touching script.

The low-pitched communication between us was interrupted by the increasingly enthusiastic cheers. At this moment, I wholeheartedly gave the warmest applause to the actor who perfectly interpreted Ran Min's spirit and arrogance.

They were talking loudly about today's drama "Wu Dao Tian Wang", as if at this moment, everyone was still trapped in that thrilling plot.

"Grandma, it's so exciting. It would be even better if I had played Ran Min. It would have been more exciting than that guy, especially the pose he had in the end, which was so arrogant." Liu Hongji took a big mouthful of wine, wiping the wine stains on his cheeks and beard, looking intoxicated.

"This is the first time Brother Yu has seen such a hero and such a shocking performance in his life. Unfortunately, such a hero will end up like this. He has a weak life, and the hero is short..." Li Shimin also said with a look of emotion. It seemed that at this moment, Ran Min's last efforts were still echoing in his ears.

"This drama is indeed good. The generous and tragic singer and the words of ambition should be clear. Come on, everyone will drink all the time." Mr. Yang, who was also full of blood, was still a little red at this moment. The tears that had just flowed out must have been quite a lot. It seems that literary and artistic youth are prone to sentimentality. This is really true.

Everyone who returned to the hotel's shareholders' exclusive private room, including my girl, and even Li Xuanba, raised the wine cup passionately. However, when drinking, it looked like someone forced him to drink horse urine, and the extremely painful expression of winking was really speechless.
Chapter completed!