Who among the people present is not a human spirit? They know very well that once the literary and spiritual power of the Song Dynasty flourishes, the Song Dynasty will be the world of scholars in the future.

For a moment, everyone present had different thoughts.

However, it is not good news for those generals who practice hard. For example, Yue Fei, Yang Ye and others are practicing martial arts now.

As military generals, they all experienced chaos and had the deepest understanding of Confucian scholars and were deeply harmed by them.

Now the great master of the Song Dynasty is very talented and has no longer valued literature and suppressed martial arts. With drastic reforms, the troops in the Song Dynasty are even more powerful than ever before.

Even if it is placed on the level of heaven, it can still compete with any dynasty, and the 30,000 Yue Family Army has integrated into the 30,000 consciousness of the Heavenly Dao.

The strong army is enough to push any small world.

In the court, the military generals have become more and more powerful in their voices, and civil officials dare not make money on military generals.

Everything is developing towards the hearts of Yue Fei and Yang Ye and others. If those Confucian scholars are allowed to control powerful power at this time.

I'm afraid the tails of these literati will rise to the sky again.

In the past, talking about war might be empty talk, but now with the blessing of asking for luck, some great scholars may be able to decide the outcome of the battlefield with just one word.

This is something they can't tolerate!

In the past, you just said that if you interfere in the battlefield, it will definitely not work.

Although he was thinking this way, Yue Fei and others were not in a hurry to express their opinions, but instead patiently waited for Boss Zhao's decision.

After bringing the expressions of everyone present to his eyes, Boss Zhao smiled and said:

"You guys may have misunderstood the power of Wendao, just look patiently and know." After saying that, he pointed his finger at the light curtain...

At the end of the Northern Song Dynasty.

Although the Jin people were later pacified by Zhao Defang and all the foreign races were killed, Bian Jing was captured, and the shame of Jingkang was still deeply ashamed of many literati.

This includes the famous female poet, Li Qingzhao!

At that time, the Jin people broke the city and the Northern Song Dynasty fell. Li Qingzhao, who returned from Qingzhou, brought calligraphy and painting with her husband Zhao Mingcheng in Jiangning.

However, before she could rush to Jiangning, she heard the bad news, Zhao Mingcheng's life and death (timeline changes, character's destiny changes).

The sky is gloomy.

The courtyard is deep and thick fog is shrouded in the distance.

Li Qingzhao stood in the corridor, wearing a simple long gown, and she was extremely haggard.

"call!"

The autumn wind blows, rolling up the yellow flowers in the garden.

Blow the thick fog to make your vision clearer.

An old tree swayed and leaves fell. She stretched out her hand to caress the autumn chrysanthemum that was exploring into the corridor, and her thoughts drifted to the distance for a moment.

However, what she didn't notice was that at this moment, as the sadness in her body gradually arose, it had changed.

An inexplicable sense of Northern Liang swept across the courtyard and then covered the whole city. Then the scope became larger and larger until the entire Qingzhou!

"well……"

Afterwards, a sigh sounded from the courtyard.

"The mist is thick and clouds are sad forever, and the auspicious brain is used to eliminate gold beasts. The festival is Double Ninth Festival, and the jade pillows and gauze kitchen are cool in the middle of the night. After the east fence, the wine is filled with dusk, and the fragrance fills the sleeves."

Speaking of this, the sadness on her body became more and more intense, and a dim look appeared in her eyes. Looking at the Mid-Autumn Festival chrysanthemum in her hand, she no longer had any thoughts.

At this time, the autumn wind blows and the thick fog dissipates.

The fortune of literary fortune rolled and surged over the land of Qingzhou, and the sadness on the land of Qingzhou became stronger and stronger.

Countless creatures also feel something.

At this moment, infinite sadness arose inexplicably in their hearts.

Some creatures rolled in tears but didn't know it.

On the earth.

The flowers, plants and trees that had not yet fallen asleep suddenly turned yellow after feeling the sadness, and then fell asleep.

Between the peaks of famous mountains.

The wind whistled, making crying sounds.

Among rivers and lakes, fish and shrimp dive deep into the bottom. In the sky, early birds gave up eating.

The beasts crawled on the ground in the mountain stream, making waves of sobs like weeping and complaining.

Among the major towns, pedestrians on the streets burst into tears, those who love each other are scrupulous, and those who hate each other laugh out loud, but tears fall like rain.

At this moment, sadness was like a torrent, sweeping across the entire Qingzhou land.

Deep in the courtyard.

On the corridor, Li Qingzhao's figure became thinner and thinner. At this time, she could only hear her talking to herself, saying:

"Chrysanthemum petals are slender and thin, but they are also fighting against the wind and frost. People are sad about autumn and sad, and they are helpless to get rid of sorrow, and they are sad..."

A chuckle came out, and she heard her say, "People are not as good as chrysanthemum..."

A thought arises, the fortune of literary fortune roars, the land of Qingzhou begins to weather inch by inch, and countless creatures fall into a deep sleep at this moment...

Qingzhou is about to be destroyed!

Slowly, her figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, and the power of the rules of literary fortune and fortune was brewing wildly. At this moment, the entire Qingzhou life and death were all under her thoughts.

At this time, the Song Dynasty dominated the world.

In the Heavenly Palace, when the ministers saw a scene that happened in Qingzhou in the Northern Song Dynasty, they felt their scalp numb and their hands and feet were cold.

The land of a state was destroyed by a poem about the woman in front of me?

How ridiculous!

For a moment, everyone saw the power of Wendao and truly realized what poetry and songs are to fight and kill enemies.

One poem can destroy a state. If there are seventy or eighty poems, wouldn’t it mean to destroy the world?

Just when the ministers were shocked by the power of literary power, they suddenly heard someone screaming, saying:

"Not good! Qingzhou is going to be destroyed!"

"She has not ended this poem yet. Once it ends, Qingzhou will be completely destroyed by this infinite sadness. She cannot make the last sentence!"

Hearing this, the others reacted suddenly.

"It's too late. When she said that people are not as good as chrysanthemum, it means she has already figured out how to finish it. Qingzhou, it's over!"

There are many poems here, and everyone understands it now.
Chapter completed!