Spoiling History: Starting from the Three Kingdoms

For Li Shimin, the scene of Chang'an that never sleeps is unforgettable after seeing it.

Occasionally, he would dream about that bustling street and linger there.

Although he couldn't see it clearly, the bustling street scene and the laughing people were enough to make him yearn for future generations.

But now, as far as the eye can see, the bustling and festive atmosphere is ten times better than the scene in Chang'an that never sleeps.

Queen Changsun saw such a scene for the first time and asked in disbelief:

Is this Chang'an a thousand years from now?

She saw the font annotation on the side of the light screen: [New Year's Eve Xi'an Celebration]

At this time, Xi'an was called Chang'an in later generations. Queen Changsun remembered what Erlang had told her, and even sighed at the prosperity of later generations.

Although I believed it in my heart at that time, I had no concrete concept. Only now I saw it with my own eyes and realized that what Erlang said was true.

It's just that Erlang has clearly seen it, so why is he more excited than her at this moment?

But not only Li Shimin, but also Fang Xuanling, who seemed to be recuperating his energy, and Changsun Wuji, who seemed not to care about anything, were all staring intently at this moment.

Even the Yan brothers stopped writing at this time and looked at the picture carefully, hoping to imprint it into their minds.

There is no way, the scenery is too complicated, the picture rotates too fast, and it is not as good as painting.

On the contrary, I try to remember it, and then try to restore it and tell the story, which is still possible.

However, the rapidly rotating scenery on the screen is far from over. Men and women in Tang-style costumes are laughing, playing and congratulating each other. At the same time, there is an impassioned voice chanting next to them:

【Celebrating the new year together and seeing each other off all night long.

Open the city gate and welcome guests! 】

Everyone in Ganlu Hall immediately focused their attention on Li Shimin.

This emperor was good at warfare and able to govern the country. In his spare time, he was even more obsessed with practicing calligraphy and writing poems, and he had a wide range of interests.

The powerful two lines of Joining the new year together and seeing off the whole night are exactly the same as the last two lines of the poem His Majesty wrote on New Year's Day a few years ago, and the meaning is very clear.

Even after thousands of years, even if its name was changed, this city still remembers the man who founded the Tang Dynasty, and opened with His Majesty's poems.

However, the dazzling content also made the civil and military officials unable to marvel at it.

The brand-new city gate suddenly opened, and the content on the light screen advanced rapidly and then pulled up high. What appeared was a city that made the audience unable to tell how many years there were in it.

In the center of the picture is a young man in a burqa who does not look like a real person but is outlined and colored with ink. He raises a glass to invite Huacheng and smiles:

[Fashion has lasted for thousands of years, and his literary talent has praised the world.

The stars are turning, look at Chang'an today! 】

Chang'an? Chang'an! Chang'an!

The short two-character name cast a fleeting light across the city, but it seemed to have become a link between ancient and modern times, making everyone in the Ganlu Palace worried.

What should Chang'an be like today?

All kinds of dances are performed to celebrate the birthday, and the whole night is filled with fish and dragon dances.

Thousands of trees and silver flowers are in full bloom, making up Chang'an all night long.

An ink-painted man wearing a blouse and a hard-headed headdress is as high as the pagoda, playing and singing the pipa to his heart's content.

People on the ground dressed in more ornate Tang costumes laughed and sang, chanting in harmony with them.

As for the content that the ink painter chanted loudly together with later generations, although they had never read it, they felt a strange sense of familiarity.

【If you are proud of life, you must have all the fun, don't waste gold bottles...

The spring breeze is proud of the horse's hooves, and I can see everything in one day...

The bright moon rises on the sea, the end of the world...]

The voice of the ink painter is impassioned and his passion is like a torrential river.

The chanting of later generations was neither fast nor slow, and the intervals were full of energy and energy.

Zhenguan Wenwu tried to recite these poems full of literary talent in front of the subtitles that appeared on the light screen. Although he felt something in his heart, it seemed that there was always a layer of window paper that could not be broken, until he recited:

[People today cannot see the moon of ancient times, but today’s moon once illuminated the ancients.

People in ancient times and today are like water flowing, and they look at the bright moon together like this. 】

Why didn’t Zhenguan Wenwu understand the meaning?

Fang Xuanling whispered to herself:

Although we are thousands of years apart, if we look at the same month, the vicissitudes of the sea are easy to change, but the bright moon of China is difficult to change.

There are annotations next to each poem, so the source is also clear. Now that I am reciting it, even though I have been separated from Li Bai for decades, relying on these poems, no one can understand it. Later generations created this scene to celebrate the past and present together!

Even if the younger generation celebrates the New Year, they will not forget to celebrate the New Year with their ancestors!

There are many people with quick minds in the civil and military circles, but when faced with such an unheard-of and unseen sight, they were often speechless and did not know how to express their excitement.

Li Shimin's face was unabashedly proud, but there was also a touch of disappointment that was hard to conceal:

I just sigh that today is not Yuan Zheng, otherwise...

Queen Changsun chuckled:

If it were Yuan Zheng this year, then His Majesty would first have to hold a grand court meeting, then make grand arrangements, and banquet hundreds of officials to worship heaven and earth. Why would he have so much free time?

If your Majesty thinks of it, you might as well celebrate it in the name of celebrating a great victory by apportioning money, broadening the law and people's livelihood.

This is a good method, and it almost touches Li Shimin's heart.

So I couldn't help but admire in my heart, if we talk about the virtuous queens in the millennium, Guanyin must also be on the list.

Du Ruhui smiled and sighed with the people around him:

This Li Bai is really the master of poetry in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and he is worthy of his reputation!

If you look at the annotations of the poems, you will know that half of what I just recited comes from Li Bai. His word choice is both bold and uninhibited, yet fresh and elegant. It is indeed an immortal in the poem, so I have to accept it.

It's just a pity that such a banished immortal happened to encounter the Anshi Rebellion... Du Ruhui now sincerely felt sorry for this poetry immortal.

Fang Xuanling pinched his beard and smiled:

It was also Lai Keming who worked hard to bring this immortal to the Tang Dynasty.

Du Ruhui smiled and did not comment on this statement.

After all, if it were not for Sun Simiao, he would have died of illness last year. How many bricks and tiles could he add to this prosperous age?

People all praise him for his good judgment, but without Xuan Ling's resourcefulness, how could he be able to make decisions calmly?

However, this old friend has always been humble and there is no need to be polite to each other anymore, so he sighed:

From this point of view, both arts and science will be valued by future generations.

Relying on the theories of axioms and physics learned from later generations, several courtiers now temporarily divide their knowledge into two branches: liberal arts and science.

Literary emphasis is placed on poetry and poetry, and talent and literary talents are tested;

Learn arithmetic, learn craftsmanship, and try arithmetic to prove your skills.

After the distinction was made, it was necessary to reorganize the subjects of the Imperial College. Naturally, which one of liberal arts and science was better became a debate among several people.

Nowadays, it seems that there is no distinction between them. After all, if there were no such poems and poems, I am afraid that future generations would not be so elegant when they recall the ancient people.

These thoughts passed through his mind for a while, and Fang Xuanling heard Du Ruhui sigh in disappointment:

This is gone...

Looking up again, Keming's words were true. The sound of poetry reciting on the light screen gradually stopped, and the grand scene gradually faded away, so he couldn't help but sigh softly.

Unexpectedly, the gentle sigh made a loud sound in the Manna Hall, causing Fang Xuanling to look around quickly, and then realized that it was not his problem.

Just as he thought, seeing Huacheng go away, not only him, but also Wei Zheng, Yuchi Gong, Yan Lide, and even His Majesty and the Queen could not hide their disappointment. They all sighed and looked around in shock.

This situation also made everyone couldn't help but laugh together, sweeping away the regret like the wind, leaving only satisfaction and joy.

…

Is it Bianliang's turn...oh no, it's Kaifeng's New Year's Eve scene?

Zhao Guangyi was very interested.

He had heard from his brother before that Bianliang would be called Kaifeng in later generations, and as the governor of Kaifeng at this time, he had a different emotion towards this name.

But what disappointed Zhao Guangyi was that although the scenery that appeared next was Kaifeng, it was not eye-catching.

In other words, what is presented next is a complete Chinese New Year's Eve scene, and Bianliang is just one of them.

In the following time, the perspective of the light curtain was like that of a real banished immortal.

[Luoyang City] The restored [Mingtang Paradise] is brightly lit, and [Yingtianmen], where crowds of people come, is lit up all night long.

The angle of view was once again raised to the east, and along the thin jade belt on the ground for hundreds of miles, the city that came into view covered a large area, and the lights and colorful decorations looked like a Chinese city.

The prosperity of Kaifeng in later generations is not inferior to that of Chang'an... Zhao Guangyi commented enthusiastically.

Unexpectedly, the light curtain lightly passed over this huge city, and without even looking, it was thrown towards a city in the southeast that, although it was brightly lit, covered an area that was obviously smaller than three or four times.

At this time, the name of the city was also projected on the light screen: [Kaifeng].

Zhao Guangyi's words suddenly got stuck, and his first reaction was dissatisfaction:

How come Fuzhou is more prosperous than Bianjing...

Zhao Kuangyin raised his eyes and said calmly:

Virtue is not as good as danger, and the Song Dynasty has been dead for thousands of years, why should we respect the capital? And the Southern Song Dynasty...

At this point, Zhao Kuangyin smiled a little weirdly, but maybe he felt uncomfortable, so he stopped talking, looked at the light screen again, looked at the comments carefully and said:

Celebrating New Year's Eve with thousands of lights is very beautiful.

Zhao Pu agreed very much with Zhao Kuangyin's evaluation.

The [Qingming Riverside Garden] on the light screen can be said to be a garden of thousands of lights and colorful lights, and the river is dyed with colorful and magnificent scenery.

It is not as magical and colorful as Chengdu, nor as majestic as Chang'an. This garden is much quieter. People wander through it with friends and companions, occasionally stopping to admire the lanterns, or standing with the lanterns, using a small square in their hands. He checked the box twice and then walked away. Maybe it was some new custom of driving away boils.

In his eyes, unknowingly, the lights of the Qingming Riverside Garden seemed to have turned into fire all over the sky. The joy on the faces of these people in antique clothes disappeared and turned into panic.

Then the generals drove straight forward with their horses, no one could stop them, and captured the men and women like sheep. The people cried and howled to the south, and the emperor's chariot responded to them without looking back...

Zhao Kuangyin shook his head, and those illusions dissipated. He took another look at the younger generation who had no trace of sadness on his face, sniffed gently and lowered his eyelids.

Zhao Guangyi's face was still a little indignant, but his expression had softened a lot, and his eyes were slightly dazed, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zhao Pu looked around, then sighed softly.

Now the world has not yet been unified, and there are such brothers within it... Now it seems that the officials still want to eliminate the disaster of Jingkang a hundred years later, and nip it in the bud.

He just wanted to sigh, how difficult is it?

While the three of them were distracted, the content on the light screen quietly changed again.

The content above is also changing more and more rapidly.

The juggler holds a drink in one hand and a torch in the other, and with a long exhale, he spits out a fire dragon.

Chi Gong, the captain of Ganlu Palace, raised his eyebrows and wanted to go home and try it himself in the evening.

Bamboo bones are covered with poor paper, and blessings are written on the inside and candles are written on the outside. Hundreds of these lamps are lit and then take off together, making the sky extraordinarily enchanting.

Kong Ming, Han Changan, couldn't help but sit up straight, pursed his lips, opened his notebook and hurriedly recorded his thoughts without looking, his face was extremely serious.

The trees covered with pine and bamboo leaves were set up to form an artificial tree garden. Several strong men stood bare-chested underneath. One person scooped up molten iron and threw it lightly. The other person used a weapon to lift the ladle of molten iron to scatter it. Thousands of sparks exploded like a night sky. Thousands of flowers bloomed, falling on the pine needles and bamboo leaves, rustling and rolling, and they were extremely beautiful.

At this moment, both Liu Bei and Li Shimin couldn't help but admire it, and then ordered their people to remember it - this can be used during the New Year.

In addition, the interspersed dragon and lion dances, and the stilts and lamp wicks are all particularly eye-catching, and the rapid switching of the light curtains is even more eye-catching, but no matter how you switch, the sundial-like thing on the left has never changed, but above All three hands are turning slowly.

Finally, seeing that the three pointers of different lengths were all pointing upwards, the light curtain lens quickly zoomed up again, and a country of lights once again appeared under the feet.

Night becomes day... Kong Ming murmured.

He guessed that this thing that looked like a sundial should be used to measure time, and the night when the three hands pointed together was probably the midnight hour opposite to noon.

However, he originally thought that it would be an amazing sight to decorate the city with lights in later generations, but in contrast to the scenery at this time, those city lights have been eclipsed.

Fireworks shot straight from the ground and exploded in the air, lighting up the night sky. This light only lasted a moment.

But what if there are thousands or even hundreds of millions of fireworks on this land? The moment of brilliance was extended by the fireworks one after another, and finally the night sky that should have been dark at the time of the film became as bright as day.

The light curtain was still flying like an immortal, and the cities that exploded into daylight under the fireworks were left behind. Finally, the picture rose straight up again, and the earth became gradually smaller and curved below.

This kind of scene is not unfamiliar to the officials of Han Chang'an and Ganlu Hall.

At this height, the daytime scene of thousands of cities bursting with fireworks has disappeared, but a thin flash of light can still be seen.

The junior is right...

Du Ruhui took a breath, and his words were full of unabashed envy:

This kind of celebration can be said to be the best in five thousand years.

Yuchi Jingde scratched his head, feeling happy about this scene, and said casually:

Even if we light up Chang'an City, I'm afraid it won't look so good.

Qin Qiong almost fell down from the shock of the old brother's shocking words.

…

Zhao Guangyi really fell down in the Bianliang Palace.

This can't be blamed on him, because the scene is on the roof, and he can't move a recliner like his brother, so he can only look up.

As a result, he watched the angle of view gradually increase, and the earth gradually curved below and eventually turned into a giant ball. This scenery had an unprecedented impact on him, and he fell to the ground without any surprise.

But even so, Zhao Guangyi climbed up from the ground without caring and shouted:

Guan family...Imperial brother, fourth brother!

What is this giant ball like? We are on top of it without even realizing it?

Zhao Kuangyin could only remain silent, lying on the comfortable recliner, but his doubts were no less than those of his younger brother. His only thought was:

We must ask Tang Taizong and Zhuge Wuhou for advice.