Spoiling History: Starting from the Three Kingdoms

"Emperor Guan Sheng?"

"Protector Jialan?"

"Emperor Wen Heng?"

"Martial Saint???!!!"

Everyone was inexplicably shocked, even General Zhao Yun was dumbfounded: Damn it! Why does it feel like Guan Yu has won completely just from the title?

"Second brother...has become a god?!" Zhang Fei was shocked.

Guan Yu's whole face looked like heavy jujubes in late autumn, red and purple.

In the end, this Hedong man said: "The light curtain is over, I'm going to perform martial arts!" and quickly fled from the side hall.

Suddenly the side hall was filled with laughter and laughter:

"The second general has become a god!"

"Then when I die, won't I be protected by the second general?"

"You just have to be careful to die behind General Guan."

"What are you afraid of? Even if your soul returns to the wormwood, Saint Lord Guandi should be able to talk to Lord Taishan, right?"

"What if you offend Lord Taishan before General Guan becomes a god?"

"Am I that brainless? You must be the only one who can do such a thing!"

In the midst of the commotion, everyone consciously gave their thumbs up: like it!

Sun Qianjian, Yong Mizhu also had fresh faces and imitated others.

Then a question was put in front of me: "What to give?"

Liu Bei directly denied his previous plan: "The gold horseshoes and gold five baht given earlier seem to be regarded as a huge sum of money by the younger generation!"

"Giving back gifts will make us look vulgar, and it will also easily sap the fighting spirit of the younger generation. The younger generation is still the younger generation, so they must not be corrupted by money!"

That's so righteous. Didn't you just calculate the price of the high-speed rail ticket and feel distressed? Everyone complained in their hearts, but did not dare to say it.

They dare not say it, but some people dare to say:

"Brother, do you still remember that the younger generation said that your eyes would pop out when you saw the high-speed rail?"

Liu Bei's face turned red, and he continued to say incomprehensible words, such as "I am the future Emperor Zhaolie of the Shu Han Dynasty, after King Jing of Zhongshan."

For a time, the hall was filled with happy air.

In the end, Kong Ming proposed it and Liu Bei made the decision. The items to be sent this time have also been determined:

A paper.

Kong Ming neatly wrote a few lines on it:

How did the Han Dynasty develop nuclear energy?

What should Shu and Han do to unify?

What mistakes did Zhuge Liang make in governing?

And added at the strong request of Zhang Fei:

Has Zhang Yide ever been consecrated to the status of a god?

Answer any one and you will be rewarded with ten gold horseshoes.

Kong Ming carefully dried the handwriting and handed it to Liu Bei. Liu Bei placed the piece of paper on the ground in the center with a pious and serious look.

Soon, perhaps due to his thoughts, the light curtain slowly unfolded again. The piece of paper slowly floated up in front of everyone's attention, and then fell rapidly after hitting the light curtain.

The blood-red exclamation point on the light screen occupied the line of sight, and everyone in the hall changed their colors in the light:

warn! warn! Suspected scam information detected!

warn! warn! Suspected scam information detected!

Please do not send anything that contains solicitation!

If you try again, you will be banned!

The piece of paper that held everyone's hopes fell to the ground, and then spontaneously ignited without wind, reflecting the ugly faces of everyone, and quickly turned into ashes.

Kong Ming was very indifferent: "So and so..."

His eyes roamed around the room, and finally focused on the paper in front of him.

With a splash of ink, a simple copybook was quickly completed. Finally, it was completed with my signature and seal.

After drying the ink, Kong Ming was about to send the copybook up when he was stopped by Liu Bei.

Liu Bei showed an embarrassed smile: "Kong Ming, I still have an immature idea."

Kong Ming:?

…………

In Chengdu, Wen Mang packed his change of clothes in the hotel.

Huahua has already seen it, and a country bumpkin like herself in Taikoo Li won't go there. Shouldn't she go to really collect the scenery next?

Just then the phone rang.

"Hello, who are you?"

"Is this Mr. Wen Mang? There is a courier for you here."

"Ah? I'm visiting Chengdu now. Can I drop it off at the courier station first?"

"Hello, this express delivery is in Chengdu now."

"ah?"

After sending the courier away, Wen Mang muttered, "The fans are so enthusiastic these days" as he opened the courier.

It's still a beautiful box, but this time it's a long box, and you can hear a rustling sound coming from it when you shake it gently.

"Calligraphy and painting?"

He opened it with great interest and found a scroll of paper lying safely inside. Wen Mang unfolded it and couldn't help but laugh and cry:

I saw six big characters written neatly on it in regular script:

Glory belongs to the people!

The small words signed on the side are densely packed:

In the winter of the 14th year of Jian'an, Zhuge Kongming, the commander of the Han military division, was sent to Zhuge.

With: Liu Xuande, the herdsman of Jingzhou, Zhao Zilong, the partial general, Huang Hansheng, the general who suppressed the captives, Zhong Jianxian, Zhong Jianxian and Sun Gongyou, the general from Zuo

On another line, there is a line with a more wild regular script font, which is obviously different from the previous notes:

Zhang Yide, the general who conquered the bandits, and Guan Yunchang, the general who defeated the bandits on behalf of his brother.

Each of the above people also has a seal next to their name, and the signature contains more content than the words in the title!

Good guy! At this time, Wen Mang remembered the excerpt of the exchange between Zhuge Liang's doorman and Liu Bei when he was watching a TV series:

"The General of the Han Dynasty, the Marquis of Yicheng Ting, leads the Yuzhou Shepherd Emperor, Liu Bei, and is here to pay homage to Sir."

"I can't remember a lot of the names."

"You only said Liu Bei was visiting."

The writing in this painting is even more extreme than Uncle Liu Huang! Are you here for a conference?

But it is a gift after all, and the names of these people are signed on such a picture, which has a sense of time and space splitting the brain stem and causing shock.

Take pictures from multiple angles, and then make a preview of the content of the next issue. Edit it three times, five times and two times, and click to send!

After finishing the website matter, Wen Mang hummed a song and planned to take a shower before going out to find a place to eat, but another phone call interrupted his plan.

What I heard next was still a nice female voice:

"Mr. Wen Mang?"

Wen Mang quickly remembered why this voice was so familiar: a scam call he received before boarding the high-speed train!

"No, I am Qin Shihuang."

The person on the other side let out a chuckle and then said:

"I would like to inquire, are you interested in selling the Han-made horseshoe gold and Han-made gold five-baht coins that you posted on Station 13?"

"As well as the glass dragon jade pendant that you sent photos of before. If there is any intention to sell it, we will be happy to take over it. Of course, the premise is that it is authentic after appraisal."

With an immature doubt in his mind, Wen Mang asked directly: "Why, isn't online shopping allowed at your place?"

The other party was still very patient and said: "My colleagues and I are experts in history and archaeology. Judging from the pictures and comparing it with the unearthed gold baht, we think that what you are holding is very likely to be genuine. big."

"Authentic?" Wen Mang repeated these two words and fell silent.

"Well, if you are in Chengdu now, you can come to Sichuan University and take a look at our laboratory. At least you can make sure that I am not a liar, right?"

Wen Mang put down the phone and his heart was suddenly filled with uneasiness and happiness:

What kind of wealthy fans!

The heavy gold horseshoes, the shining golden baht, if they are genuine...

Couldn’t I just pay off the mortgage first?

No way, the desire for a nest is literally engraved in my DNA.

"Are the horseshoes gold..." Wen Mang murmured, and then he realized why there was a little red dot in the upper right corner of his backend account?

[Historical deviation value: 3]

Wen Mang clicked it and opened a sub-menu:

[Barrage function turned on: deviation value 1 point]

[Increase spectators: deviation value 2 points]

Thanks to [Xiao Ming in 1994] for the reward of hundreds of gold and five baht.

I have to think about it carefully recently.