Spoiling History: Starting from the Three Kingdoms

In the Manna Palace.

The prompt that suddenly popped up only slightly surprised Li Shimin.

But for Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui and others, it was an out-and-out surprise.

Through the curtain of light, one can glimpse future generations and understand the world.

We can learn about the future by looking at future generations.

Inadvertently knowing the means of blessing China, after careful consideration, he summarized the gains and losses of thousands of years of theory.

Therefore, the more they watched, the more Fang Xuanling and others complained to His Majesty:

Why didn't you call on the ministers to have an equal view earlier?

It is a simple truth that one person can be short-changed and everyone can take advantage of it.

And looking at the current Manna Hall, it becomes clear:

When it comes to military formations, His Majesty may be said to have no equal in history.

However, His Majesty’s level of knowledge about engineering, arithmetic, craftsmanship techniques, administrative details, etc., which later generations attached great importance to, is just like the evaluation of Emperor Zhaolie’s ability to command troops just now:

Ha ha

Therefore, Du Ruhui felt distressed every time he thought about the previously missed content of the light screen.

This heartache, coupled with His Majesty's ambiguous memories, turned into complete depression.

But fortunately, as the light curtain listed the past contents in detail, this frustration turned into surprise again.

As for the first three people to watch with His Majesty, Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui and Changsun Wuji, there is almost no doubt:

Of course, we want to see the scenery of Chengdu in future generations!

Du Ruhui still clearly remembered that after watching this scene, His Majesty asked him insinuatingly what he thought of Du Fu's name.

Changsun Wuji and Fang Xuanling also remember clearly. When they watched the first issue of The Fire of Yiling, the Extinguished Soul of Ji Han with His Majesty, they were filled with shock.

But later His Majesty said that even if the Battle of Yiling was reenacted by later generations, it would still be slightly less shocking than the scene of Wuhou Temple in later generations.

But if you ask more carefully, it seems difficult for Your Majesty to tell one or two things.

So now it's time to see with your own eyes what a shock it is.

So under the decision of the three princes, Du Ruhui walked straight to the light curtain without any hesitation. Without dipping his pen in ink, he used the light curtain as paper to write:

Memory of the Shu Han in Chengdu

…

In the Bianjing Palace, Zhao Kuangyin and three others looked at the [Do you want to turn on the replay function? 】 words together in a daze.

Zhao Pu still sat calmly, while Zhao Guangyi stared at his brother closely, with a faint look of expectation in his eyes.

Zhao Kuangyin slowly moved his neck, then pressed his waist, stood up and walked around the square stone table twice.

During this process, Zhao Pu could see clearly that a look of impatience gradually appeared on His Highness the Prince of Jin's face.

But this impatience was quickly diluted by the officials:

Then let's have a look with Guangyi.

The light curtain cast on the ceiling was too far away. Zhao Kuangyin sat down again and thought for a moment, then stretched out his finger to write the word open on the stone table.

Just as he thought, the ripples rippling on the small light screen on the stone table were also projected onto the large light screen above his head, but what happened next caught everyone by surprise.

[The playback function is on...

No paid records were detected, and the playback function has been temporarily blocked...

Failed to enable playback function.

This broadcast ends here.

The next release will start three months later. 】

The magical light curtain suddenly disappeared, and Zhao Guangyi was suddenly heartbroken.

Zhao Kuangyin breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if his shoulders were a little lighter.

So Zhao Pu saw that the officials and the King of Jin began to treat each other as brothers and sisters again.

One said there would be opportunities in the future, and the other said that he actually didn’t really want to watch it, but just for the sake of the Zhao family’s foundation.

As for Zhao Pu himself, he frowned and pondered what the light screen said about no payment records detected.

The first thing he thought of was the copybook signed Lu Su.

Could this be payment?

…

In the Manna Hall, except for Li Shimin, this was the first time for everyone else to see the light curtain completely placing the content in the future.

The skyscrapers of the buildings stand like irregular pillars.

The straight streets are wide and crisscrossed with constant traffic.

The people each have their own style and bustle, just like a unified world.

At this moment, the light curtain seemed to become their eyes, showing everything they saw clearly in front of them without hesitation.

Everyone is greedy and wants to firmly imprint what they see at this moment in their minds, but the light curtain only needs to change its direction, and the magnificent scenery presented is enough to grab everyone's attention again.

Du Ruhui couldn't help but sigh:

“You can’t even take a moment to look at it, and it’s hard to remember it in detail.”

Fang Xuanling carefully observed all the details of the streets and buildings.

Changsun Wuji noticed the commercial shops that could be seen everywhere on the street.

Empress Changsun smiled quietly as she looked at the women who were more unrestrainedly dressed than those from the Tang Dynasty walking on the street.

Even Li Shimin himself felt so comfortable that he lay back, sighing in his heart that this big light curtain was much more comfortable than the small light curtain before.

But all of these are really just appetizers.

The light screen was lifted up by something called a drone. To everyone, a magnificent city that had never been seen before suddenly appeared in front of them.

The picture floats quietly in mid-air, and here you can clearly see the busy people in the streets below.

Then the Golden Crow fell to the west and the bright moon rose to the east, but at this moment the giant city below seemed to have just woken up.

The criss-crossing streets turned into bright strips of light, and the skyscrapers were dotted with light, eventually forming a splendid city that could compete with the bright moon.

Such a scene immediately made everyone speechless. Fang Xuanling couldn't help but murmured:

No wonder His Majesty never forgets it.

Night in Chang'an is also very good, but it is not as shocking as such a magnificent scene, which allows people to clearly see how big the gap of more than a thousand years is.

It's a pity that such a scene has not been seen by many people in later generations. The picture soon came to life again, and the younger man named Wen Mang walked through the streets with a light curtain, narrating the memories of the late Han Dynasty in Chengdu. Come.

From the renovated Huangzhong Village to Jiulidi where tourists rest.

From the mysterious Wudan Mountain to Guanmiao Street and Huanhou Lane.

Burning incense and washing one's face, the name of the bridge is known today after a journey of thousands of miles.

Every detail was carefully maintained by later generations. For a moment, Wei Zheng couldn't help but whisper:

I wonder if there will be a place for me and others to be recited in future generations.

The fleeting light curtain finally took a long time to build on the Han Zhaolie Temple.

From historical reminiscences to everyone's inscriptions on steles, from the detailed description of the past in civil and military categories, to the admiration of the loyal and fierce generals of the Song Dynasty because of Chu Shi Biao.

Even Fang Xuanling, who has always been so open-minded, couldn't help but feel a little envious:

Marquis Wu knows this and has no regrets.

Du Ruhui laughed softly:

Wuhou's reputation in later generations is so great that it is probably rare in ancient times.

The Liu Chu Qishan of the Light Curtain made them clearly see the high reputation of Zhuge Wuhou in later generations, but thinking about the change of place, I am afraid that no one can do better than Wuhou, so there is no injustice in their hearts.

More people still sigh:

Emperor Zhaolie knew people well and assigned them well, and Marquis Zhuge Wu devoted himself to his work.

The relationship between the king and his ministers is truly a good story passed down from generation to generation.