Spoiler History: Starting from the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 772 What is this
[Hi, hi, hi, dear audience, what do you think of this hot summer?
I am still your gossipy and illiterate UP host here. Today, we will continue as we previewed in the last issue.

Let's take a look at the complex Ming Dynasty, which cannot be ignored in Chinese history. 】

For Zhu Chong and Zhu Gang in Huagai Palace, the two brothers first looked at the sudden change in front of them with blank eyes, then lowered their heads to look at their eldest brother and fourth brother who were eager to watch the show, as well as their father who turned his face away but seemed to be watching here out of the corner of his eyes.

Then they looked at each other and said in unison:
“Is this a dream?”

"I'm still asleep?"

But the two brothers didn't need to finish their argument, Zhu Gang jumped up from his chair with a roar and glared at the people around him:

"Fourth!"

Zhu Di scratched his cheek without any embarrassment:
"I'm just helping Third Brother confirm whether he is in a dream or not."

This voice was so loud that it shocked Zhu Chong. His head was still buzzing. But it also proved that this was neither delusion nor a dream, but...

"Dad, this..."

Zhu Chong thought very clearly that the Ming Dynasty had not yet changed, so it would be right to ask his father about the current situation.

And it was also expected that the old man stood with his hands behind his back:

"This is the light curtain of Yingtian, which spans a thousand years. Through it, we can ask Wu Hou about his strategy for governing the country, ask Tang Taizong about his strategy for governing the country, and discuss with Song Taizu..."

Zhu Yuanzhang could not continue speaking. It was not because he had a problem with the Song Dynasty, but because he could clearly see a line of words floating across the rather oppressive light curtain in front of him:

〖Zhao Yun: I speak on behalf of Yide. Now we have to wait and see how future generations will judge the Ming Dynasty. Emperor Hongwu should not be impatient.〗

For a moment, Zhu Yuanzhang wanted to grit his teeth:
"How can we be impatient!"

Zhu Gang did not argue with his fourth brother for the time being. Seeing that his father was a little angry, he suddenly felt like trembling all over and wanted to say that his father was very impatient now.

After all, all the brothers were afraid of their father's anger, but if they were to say who they feared the most, it must be him.

You see, after he was scolded by his father because of the cook, he simply kept the cook and didn't need him to cook for him, just for fear of being scolded by his father again.

Zhu Chong's eyes suddenly brightened, but he didn't dare to offend his father, so he could only pull his eldest brother aside and ask:
"Is this Zhao Yun the Zhao Zilong from Changshan?"

"Could the Yide he mentioned be Huanhou Zhang Fei?"

Zhu Biao nodded:
"Three months ago, my brothers and I in the capital watched this light curtain with our parents."

"At that time..." Zhu Biao sighed when he said this, not knowing how to tell his two younger brothers about their mother's misfortune and the death of his eldest brother.

Dai Sigong has been very busy recently, but after examining the empress again and again, he just said that although the empress's constitution is a little weak, it is not serious.

It seems that if we want to completely eradicate my mother's misfortune, we need to see if this light curtain can say more about this matter.

After calming down, Zhu Biao continued:
"At that time, Imperial Doctor Dai discussed medicine with Sun Simiao, and my father also discussed state affairs with Emperor Taizong of Tang and Emperor Taizu of Song. Marquis Wu even told me to pay attention to the balance between work and rest for my health."

Zhu Chong was a little envious when he heard this, but he also asked casually:
"Who is Sun Simiao?"

Seeing his elder brother speechless, Zhu Chong chuckled and then looked up and said:
"Is this light curtain really so magical?"

The completely unimaginable strange thing was right in front of him. Although it was unbelievable, considering that his most revered father looked serious and his most respected elder brother also had the same attitude, Zhu Chong subconsciously followed his father's words and wrote down the magical effects of this thing. Now, of course, he wanted to see how magical this thing was.

[Speaking of which, the hottest event recently is undoubtedly the Paris Olympics.

First of all, of course, we would like to congratulate our athletes for winning gold medals and bringing glory to our country, but then we have to sigh that this Olympic Games in Paris was truly unique.

I don’t know whether the level of effort put into the ceremony will go down in history, but the liveliness of the opening ceremony is definitely unmatched.

I wonder what our ancestors would think if they saw the world become like this today?

I know that some viewers will definitely say after seeing this, you illiterate person, you are off topic again!

Hehehe, am I that kind of illiterate? The reason I say this is because with the popularity of the Olympics, the popularity of a cultural relic has also risen again.

This cultural relic painting is from the Ming Dynasty. Let’s use this as a starting point to talk about today’s protagonist, the Ming Dynasty.

This painting is actually mentioned every time there is a grand sporting event. It is a famous painting currently in the collection of the Palace Museum:
"Emperor Xuanzong of Ming Dynasty Enjoying Pleasure"

For Zhu Yuanzhang, he had no time to worry about Zhang Fei's words for the time being, because with what later generations called the Olympic Games, the scenery before him changed more dramatically than ever before.

As the screen flashed rapidly, he saw a row of people holding something that looked like a gun, pointing it into the distance. Then another flash showed two Chinese athletes standing on a small platform, holding flowers and waving excitedly. A small yellow round plaque on their chest was very eye-catching.

Then the two athletes jumped up from the board together, drew an arc in the air and then fell into the water, which excited Zhu Yuanzhang so much that he exclaimed twice. Then, the same two Chinese athletes stood on the small platform, with small yellow signs hanging on their chests, flowers in their hands, and smiling particularly brightly.

Then, along with the slow words behind, there were people playing in the water in a pool, a girl was concentrating on pulling a complicated-looking bow and arrow, athletes were doing all kinds of complicated but beautiful movements on a field, and another athlete was dancing at a high speed with a small round racket in his hand.

And all of them eventually end up standing on a small platform, either the highest or the second highest, and the round badge on their chest is sometimes silver.

This series of words was so fast that Zhu Yuanzhang was dazzled and asked subconsciously:

"what is this?"

But this is far from the end. As the younger generations talked about the "opening ceremony liveliness", the series of flash mobs made Zhu Yuanzhang dumbfounded.

He saw people dressed in all kinds of clothes cruising on boats, he saw a hooded man running on the rooftops with a torch, and as the camera zoomed out, he could see that it was a city more vast than ever before, but most of the people in the city were blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners.

There were exotic dances on the pier, a golden bird spinning at the highest point in the city, a woman holding her head and singing, red ribbons gushing out from a row of castles, and silver armor slowly parading in the river accompanied by lights...

It would have been fine if it ended there, but the flash that followed made Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes widen.

There were three people who laughed inexplicably and then closed the door, a group of strange people sitting next to the long table, and a blue-skinned, golden-haired man who crawled out from under a large round pot lid.

Zhu Biao didn't know how to comment, but subconsciously he silently covered his son Zhu Xiongying's face with his hand, blocking his son's sight.

The words of later generations are long and slow, so the scenes were not cut very quickly, and the people in the Huagai Palace could see them clearly. All of this also made the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty groan:

"What is all this?"

Compared with this, the Ming Dynasty painting that appeared afterwards, which seemed too normal in comparison, seemed insignificant.

(End of this chapter)