Huan Wenlang in Bianjing of the Great Song Dynasty

Yan Xu: "General Yue, have you met Jin Wushu? How was the battle? How were the casualties?" Yue Fei: "I saw it, I just won by luck, my subordinate Erlang was injured more than 500 people, and 99 were killed!" Yan Xu: "What? That Jin Wushu has three heads and six arms? Why didn't it achieve zero casualties?" Yan Xu: "Don't blame me, General Yue. It was me who blamed me harshly. Now that the Jin army has retreated, you can hand over your military duties and come to the newspaper office to do odd jobs!" On the flower floor of Master Li. Yan Xu: "Miss Shishi, ask Uncle Zhao to allocate a piece of land for me, preferably in Shandong." Li Shishi: "What is Brother Yan going to do? Is Shishi not considerate enough?" Yan Xu: "The Northern Barbarians are invading. I'm going to expel the Tartars and restore Yanyun." Li Shishi: "Brother Yan, can you take Shishi with you?" Yan Xu: "That's not good, you're too young! Besides, if you leave, what will happen if Uncle Zhao comes?" Li Shishi: "That fat licker? You can draw and write well, but as for expelling the Tartars and restoring Yanyun, it's better for you to do it, Brother Yan." Zhao Ji outside the door burst into tears: Uncle? Obese? Still licking? ! Are you talking about me? I am the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, okay? You two men and women, I——————, forget it, I can't bear it, I can't afford to offend these two! "Drive! Drive!" A fast horse Juechen was in front, followed closely by a group of knights. "Uh-huh, you Qiu Ba people, you told me not to do that thing about wearing yellow robes, so why don't you still do it?" "No!" The latter hurriedly hid a bright yellow dragon robe behind his back. "Zongze, what is there to hide without you?"