The imagination is in the sky, the antelope hangs its horns, the vivid pictures, and the characters who can sing and cry are narrated in Ning Rong's mouth.

It is rumored that in ancient times, the collapse of Lile, the turmoil of the country, the Song court was weak and incompetent, and the armament was scattered, which led to the ambition of the wolf son of the northern minority and the establishment of the Dajin Dynasty in the sixteen states of Yanyun.

Among the three, the strength of the Great Xia Dynasty is the weakest, for the rebellion of the Western Xia, the Song Emperor was furious and vowed to take back the Western Xia homeland, and the persimmon was naturally looking for a soft one to pinch, but the Western Xia King had self-knowledge, he sent envoys to enter the gold, knew it with reason, moved it with affection, and persuaded the Jin Emperor with the old thing of the death of the lips and teeth, and the Jin Xia alliance, the Song Dynasty suffered from the enemy on its back, so it had to retreat and defend itself.

For a time, the king of Western Xia rapidly developed his power, and when he was extremely strong, he almost broke through Bianliang, the capital of the Song Dynasty, and the Song Emperor was shocked, and wanted to follow the old things of Jinxia, so he sent people to send Jin, formed an alliance, and attacked Daxia.

Song, Jin, Xia, and the three kingdoms have been fighting and making peace for hundreds of years, and they have strangely formed a balance, and the lords of the three kingdoms all know that the other two want to destroy themselves and unify the Central Plains, but no one has the courage and strength to fight two, and there is an endless dark tide under this calm river.

In this era of confrontation between the three kingdoms, countless capable people and people gave advice, fought wits and courage, and staged a touching story......

Ning Rong's voice was sometimes hurried, sometimes low, one by one, one by one, and one by one peerless magic skills, everyone scratched their ears and cheeks, and couldn't help but be happy. In this era of the Eastern Han Dynasty, where entertainment was scarce, people made people in addition to making a living, and now when they hear Ning Rong's wonderful story, they hold their breath one by one, and even the eight-year-old female doll Xiao Erwa listens to it with relish, flashing her little eyes and looking at Ning Rong, her eyes are very kind, and the fear of Fang Cai has disappeared.

Ning Rong rubbed the second baby's head, reached out and picked her up and put her beside him, and the second baby rubbed against him with a smile, enjoying it very much.

"Young Master, is Guo Jing's Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending Powerful, or Ling Hu Chong's Dugu Nine Swords?" Sanpang pondered curiously, thinking that the two of them were hero-level characters, if they fought, who would be more powerful?

"They haven't beaten again, how do I know!" Ning Rong gave him an angry look, you should ask Jin Daxia about this, besides, is this the point of your own story?

The second baby sat beside him, quietly reaching out her white and tender little hand to pull Ning Rong's clothes, her eyes were clear, and she looked pitiful, "That's ...... Then Sister Huang is so smart! The second baby will be like her when she grows up, good-looking and smart! ”

Ning Rong turned his head and comforted the second baby sweetly, yes, our second baby must be better looking and smarter than her.

Well!

Affirmed by Ning Rong, the second baby held a pink little fist, as if she was making up her mind.

Hehe......

Looking at the eight-year-old second baby, Ning Rong's heart was filled with joy, obedient children are always liked.

Hearing that Yue Wumu was recalled by the Twelve Gold Medals and lost the best opportunity to destroy the gold, Lu Xun smashed his fist on the leg fiercely, and said with a face full of regret: "It's really a traitor who has misled the country!" Damn it! ”

"It is easy to shake the mountain, and it is difficult to shake the Yue family's army! Hey! What kind of demeanor should the tens of thousands of troops be, even under the twelve camps of the Golden Vultures, the empty city plan, the grass boat borrowing arrows, the plan is exquisite, I really don't know what kind of character Yue Wumu is......" Cao Ang's face was flushed, staring at Ning Rong with adoration, and his shining eyes only felt that his blood was boiling, if he was born in that era, how should he be born!

Ning Rong quietly observed the performance of everyone, silent, and sat there quietly with the big baby listening to the story, the three fat people were full of peerless magic skills in their heads, and the chic demeanor of walking the world with a sword, seeing him holding the big knife tightly, he couldn't wait to go out and break into the rivers and lakes.

However, Ning Rong still cares a lot about his two cheap apprentices, he deliberately blended the story of the Legend of the Condor Heroes and the Romance of the Three Kingdoms together, and told them that it was born in troubled times, and in the near future, the three-legged tripod will come, and he can be regarded as taking a preventive shot in advance.

Cao Ang has had no shortage of food and clothing since he was a child, but his IQ is not outstanding enough, coupled with Cao Cao's ardent hope, he has been burdened with the heavy responsibility of the family since he was a child.

However, now it seems that things are developing in a good direction, and Cao Ang admires Yue Wumu in the story very much, especially those who talk and laugh, and the posture of forcibly picking up gray smoke tickles his heart, making him unable to extricate himself, a burst of yearning, looking at that appearance, he can't wait to replace him.

Ning Rong nodded secretly, this is okay, General Zhi will not take the lead, and his life will be guaranteed, but he doesn't dare to let him learn from Xiahou Yuan and others, that is fighting with his life.

As for Lu Xun...... Ning Rong shook his head and sighed silently.

Alas! This is a common problem of Wenchen, the court is uneasy, and it is all the fault of the rebellious ministers and thieves? Not really.

Thinking about it, he should have crossed the river in white and burned down the company camp, which is considered a generation of Confucian generals, but his biggest skill is still internal affairs, and he is the best candidate for prime minister, I hope I don't lead him astray!

"Bo Yan, Yue Wumu's death is sad, but it is also destined by heaven! Since the moment he took the position of generalissimo on this northern road and formed the Yuejia army, he had already embarked on the road of no return.

It is undeniable that he is a loyal minister, but you don't have to forget that the surname of the Great Song Dynasty is Zhao, a hundred years ago the ancestor of the Zhao family Huang Pao ascended the throne and called the emperor, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains on one shoulder, who knows the changes in feng shui, a hundred years later his descendants lost most of the country, and now in a corner of peace, the prestige of the Song Emperor has been lost,

But at this moment, Yue Wumu raised in the sky, using soldiers like a god, the Jin Dynasty was embarrassed, the general Jin Wushu almost died, among the people and Shilin, his voice became higher and higher, and even the people of the world regarded him as the hope of the survival of the Song Dynasty, you say! Can Emperor Song let him continue to fight with peace of mind! ”

Ning Rong looked at Lu Xun and said meaningfully Looking at Lu Xun who was struggling, Ning Rong believed that he was smart and could understand what he meant, since he became his apprentice, it would be impossible to dominate the world in the future, since he was a human minister, he must first learn to protect himself, and the job of buying people's hearts can only be done by royal people, and others can only do a dead end.

"But master! The name of this Yue family's army is not necessarily the ...... built by Yue Wumu," Lu Xun quibbled as he struggled.