"Uncle Tang, let us recite poems for you!"

Tang He laughed, "Okay, if you memorize it well, we will reward you!" Tang He really took out a handful of treasure notes, "Speak louder so that everyone can hear it!"

"Okay!" Mu Ying agreed quickly. He cleared his throat and took the lead in reciting: "The heaven and earth have righteousness and are mixed with manifolds. Below are the rivers and mountains, and above are the sun and stars..."

The children recited it together, and the sound once again spread outside the city, followed by the wind, and reached Jia Lu's ears.

Righteous song!

In fact, Jia Lu also read it in his early years, and Wen Tianxiang was a role model for scholars, and he also admired it very much. However, when he heard it at this time, he had mixed feelings, especially the taste, and he felt guilty and timid for no reason.

In addition, the north wind was blowing hard, so Jia Lu could only return to the military camp in a hurry. That night, Jia Lu felt hot all over his body and dizzy. He didn't want to cause trouble, but he was afraid of disturbing the morale of the army.

But the next morning, Jia Lu was too sick to get up. In his sleep, he seemed to see Prime Minister Wen holding shackles in his hands and glaring at him angrily.

"Shameless thief, surrender to the enemy!"

Jia Lu quickly shook his head, "I, I am not a Song official. When I was born, the Southern Song Dynasty had been destroyed for twenty years... Prime Minister Wen, you will become a god after death, so you must be reasonable!"

Wen Tianxiang still sneered disdainfully, "Aren't you a Song minister, or a Han Chinese?"
Chapter completed!