The short video shows the ancient times, and the emperors cried with envy!

Chapter 377 This is China, the light of the entire civilization! The tearful ancients!
"Since ancient times, no one has ever died, and his loyal heart will be remembered by history. If I die for my country, I will be considered a well-deserved death!"

After saying this, Qu Yuan hugged the stone and resolutely jumped into the Miluo River!

The surging river water submerged his aging body in an instant!

Inside the Yuan army's tent.

Wen Tianxiang had his hands tied and stared at the young man in white robe in the sky.

"Prime Minister Wen, as long as you are willing to surrender, I, Dayuan, will never treat you badly!"

Kublai Khan, who was sitting in a high position, asked: "How?"

Wen Tianxiang smiled calmly, "Didn't you hear that?"

Recalling the poem Fan Xian had just read, Kublai Khan was stunned.

But Wen Tianxiang laughed, "I, Wen Tianxiang, was born as a Song Dynasty person and died as a Song ghost! I would rather die than surrender!"

tomorrow.

Yu Qian, who had just been convicted of treason, slowly walked towards the entrance of the hall under the watchful eyes of the new emperor and the ministers.

When he heard those two lines of poetry, he raised his head and looked at the sky.

In a daze, he seemed to see through the sky, through the young man who was drunkenly reciting poetry, a person like him in another time and space.

The person who wrote this poem!

Everyone in all time and space was looking up at the young man in white robe.

What we were looking at was Fan Xian, the author behind that poem!
[A lonely tomb thousands of miles away, no place to speak of desolation, even if we meet each other, we should not know each other...]

[The ancients will never be seen before, and the newcomers will never be seen again! 】

[Thinking of the long journey of heaven and earth, I burst into tears with sadness! 】

[After Fan Xian read the last word, he suddenly lay down on the ground. He was already drunk. He grinned, as if he had seen the ancient world again.]

When the last word fell, everyone was shocked!
Ying Zheng walked out of the palace at some point and stood at the palace gate with his hands behind his hands.

"Is this China?"

What he heard were masterpieces that had been passed down through the ages, but what he saw was the whole of China!
It was as if the entire Chinese epic was presented in front of him along with these lines of poetry.

From prosperity to tragedy, the only thing that remains unchanged is glory!

Ying Zheng actually gave birth to a kind of spirit. If this is China and China's future, even if it is not his world of Great Qin, it doesn't matter.

"Thousands of years of romance, dazzling literary talent." Ying Zheng said with a rare smile: "That's not a bad description."

On the palace road of Xianyang Palace, Li Si stood there, looking up at the sky, unable to regain his consciousness for a long time.

The whole of China is so shocking!
Li Si murmured: "I am just an ant in the Qin Dynasty and the imperial court."

Han Dynasty.

"This is China." Liu Che raised his head and murmured.

Sima Xiangru looked blank, and countless beautiful words flashed through his mind.

And I feel that none of them can describe these poems, the era behind these poems, let alone China!

Distant countryside.

Behind the desk stacked with countless books, Sima Qian had stopped writing.

There was still shock in his expression, followed by enthusiasm!
"This is not poetry, it is history, the history of Chinese civilization!"

Sima Qian stood up from the mat excitedly, his eyes burning!
This is their history, their past! Now! future!
Compared to the cold annals of history, these poems infuse the soul of the times!
Wei and Jin Dynasties.

Zhuge Liang's face already looked a bit old. He was holding a feather fan in his hand, and the worries that had been settling on his face for many years were instantly dissipated.

"China is like this, the Han Dynasty is like this, the Northern Expedition will not succeed for a while, and the Central Plains will not be recovered for the time being, so what?"

It is only a matter of time, and neither left nor right will affect the glory of the Han Dynasty and China!

When the last word of "There's no need to hurry up with each other" fell, Cao Zhi also reached the seventh step. The grief, anger and despair that he originally felt were replaced by the poems sung by Fan Xian in the sky.

Cao Zhi's eyes turned red, and then he laughed, "If you can see such a prosperous and radiant China, why not die!"

Even if he cannot escape death today, even if he ends up miserable in the future, it is still worth it!
Cao Pi, who was in a high position, looked away, with shock still remaining on his face.

When his eyes fell on Cao Zhi, the shock turned into complicated!
Tang Dynasty.

"Bang!" Li Bai threw the wine jar on the ground and staggered to his feet, holding on to the pillar.

"This is the world I, Li Bai, live in?"

Li Bai was so drunk that he shook his head and said with a drunken laugh: "That's right, this is the fairy world!"

"I, Li Bai, already live in the fairyland, so why do I need to look for that fairyland again!"

As he spoke, Li Bai staggered towards his residence, occasionally bursting out into two laughing voices, "Fairy world, fairy world hahaha!"

The palace people passing by had not yet recovered from the shock brought by the sky curtain, but they were frightened awake by Li Bai's attitude!
In the thatched cottage, Du Fu's weather-covered face was filled with muddy tears at some point.

He saw prosperity and decline.

Not only the Tang Dynasty, but also the fate of all eras!
tomorrow.

Feng Menglong in the shade took a long time to come back to his senses and muttered in a low voice, "The ancients will never be seen before, and the newcomers will never be seen again..."

The bookboy on the side listened intoxicatedly, but saw Feng Menglong suddenly slapped the case and got up!

"Since I don't see the ancients or the newcomers, then write it down!"

"The opera writes about life, the people, and the times!"

Feng Menglong was aroused with enthusiasm, "Here comes the paper! Comes the ink!"

He wants to write the era in these poems into the opera! Let the world sing!
Just when everyone was fascinated by the poems sung by Fan Xian and were aroused with enthusiasm, an unexpected content appeared in the sky!

[The most beastly dynasty in history#The emperor is perverted and outrageous! 】

As soon as this title came out, everyone was confused.

what?
The most beastly dynasty? Or is the emperor a pervert?
The emperors of various dynasties were all heartbroken!

Who is this talking about? It can't be them, right? !
Immediately afterwards, the content that popped up from the sky was even more jaw-dropping!

[Playing as the former queen? Playing with my father's wife? Playing with the servant's wife? 】

[The emperor of this beastly dynasty has nothing he doesn’t want to play with! 】

Just two lines of words made Ying Zheng's smile disappear in an instant.

This can't be him, nor can it be Qin Chao.

On weekdays, he only visits the harem a handful of times. Besides, there are so many beauties in the world, so why bother to snatch them from others?
As for Hu Hai, he has only been in power for a few years, so it is unlikely.

Therefore, this must not be Da Qin!

While Ying Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't help but guess, could it be Datang?

"If I remember correctly, a similar situation occurred in the Tang Dynasty..."

Fusu seemed to have thought of it and said hesitantly: "It seems they are called Li Zhi and Wu Zetian."

He just married his father's wife.

Of course, Fusu was embarrassed to say the last half of the sentence.

Wei and Jin Dynasties.

"Hahahaha! Isn't this talking about the Tang Dynasty?" Cao Cao pointed at the sky and laughed.

"Are they Li Shimin and Li Zhi, these two beasts?"

(End of this chapter)