Chapter 588

The room was dark, as if in an empty cemetery His body was slightly cold, and he took out the torch he had already prepared in his arms to light it Dizzy eyes finally adapted to the dark light. After a hazy trance, he staggered under his feet, tripped over something, and almost fell He quickly stood still and found that there were boxes in front of him When he opened it, it was full of books, including Su Dongpo's poems, Wang Anshi's poems, Sima Guang's "Zizhi Tongjian"... Boxes and boxes were dizzying Then, there are some ancient books, calligraphy and paintings, gadgets, and some instruments used by the emperor, such as Dharma drives, chariots, halogen books, guards of honor, ceremonial vessels, musical instruments, celestial instruments, bronze men, engraved leaks, chess tools, games and so on

These were all looted by Jin Jun from Kaifeng during the great disaster of Jingkang. Whether they are useful or not, take them with you However, after all, it is not as good as real gold and silver jewelry. Many Jin Jun are not interested. Therefore, in order to reduce the burden on the road, they left all these relatively "worthless" things in Jingyuan villa

After many years, things have become dusty and yellow

The person who lit the torch, looking at this pile of lifeless dead things, suddenly felt a little flustered and afraid He came here by accident. For some reason, he was in a panic this night. When he got up to relieve his hands, he accidentally saw the key dropped by the drunken old guard servant. He suddenly became very curious He was not such a seemingly simple invention, which made the civilization of song go back to ancient times, so that Su Dongpo's pamphlets were sold everywhere on the stalls of Dajin and Liao

Lu Wenlong's eyes also fell on the book. Then, he raised his feet and picked up the book: "my mother said that Sima Guang was one of the greatest figures in the Song Dynasty. My mother also said that if Sima Guang, Wang Anshi, Su Dongpo, di Qing, the old kind of economic and strategic minister and others did not die, the Song Dynasty would not have the shame of Jingkang..."

Every time he said a word, the complexion of Jin Wushu changed a minute The child didn't know how yearning he looked when he said this Maybe it's a kind of nature? He suddenly deeply regretted that he shouldn't, really shouldn't have let him melt with flowers for so long That period of time was the most rebellious and deeply affected moment of the child At this time, he grew up beside Hua Rong and experienced many bloody battles. Therefore, he developed such an expression and sneaked into the house like this?

Jin Wushu held his hand: "it's late at night, go and have a rest."

Although the voice was kind, it was more stern and impatient than Lu Wenlong had ever heard

"Dad, are you going to attack the enemy?"

Jin Wushu was vague, "Dad will be back with you soon."

"Dad, I want to go with you. I'm grown up, and it's time to fight and make contributions."

Jin Wushu is flustered. How can he go? If he saw the flower melt, the consequences would be unimaginable

"Dad, I must go with you!"

"You must not go!"

"Dad, I..."

"I've made up my mind. Don't say more!"

After all, he dared not disobey and followed Jin Wushu out Jin Wushu turned back, pulled the copper door with his own hands, and closed a room of Tang and Song poetry and the guard of honor of Dharma