Datang.

Tai Chi Temple.

"How can this be true! It is simply unreasonable! Who is it? What kind of race is it?"

"I have enslaved my Chinese for nearly three hundred years and slaughtered millions of my Chinese people, and I am going to cut them down and crush them to ashes!"

Li Shimin screamed angrily.

Since he opened up the prosperous era of the Tang Dynasty, all countries came to the court, celebrated in all directions, and was respected by the surrounding countries as the Heavenly Khan, and he has always believed that the Chinese nation must be the greatest nation in the world.

As long as he is there, as long as the Tang Dynasty is there, he will no longer be like the former Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, so that this nation will be humiliated and slaughtered again.

I didn't expect that!

The worst feared thing still happened.

In later generations, there was still a foreign race that invaded the land of China and enslaved the Chinese people for nearly three hundred years.

That's a pretty scary number!

Any nation that is not resilient has long forgotten the origin of its bloodline.

It's not just Li Shimin.

The civil ministers and military generals in the main hall were also all angry.

Cheng Yanjin, Wei Chigong, Li Ji and others are all secretly gearing up, wanting to lead the troops to fight and eradicate the disaster for future generations.

But none of them, including Li Shimin, knew where this alien race that would enslave the land of China for 300 years in the future was.

Late Ming Dynasty.

Shuntianfu, the Forbidden City.

Chongzhen Emperor Zhu Youzhen silently watched the discussion of netizens in Qin Feng's live broadcast room, and his heart had almost fallen to the bottom.

Money rat pigtails!

Manchu Qing!

Bondage!

Massacre!

These words are like silver needles, piercing his heart!

Perhaps no one in all of history has known the meaning of these words better than he did.

"Manchu ...... It seems that they succeeded after all. Is Da Ming going to die at my hands?"

Zhu Youzhen sat paralyzed on the throne, his heart full of despair.

It has been ten years since Chongzhen.

The victims of the disaster in the Ming Dynasty are everywhere, there are rebels everywhere, and the Manchu Eight Banners outside the Guanxi are eyeing each other, and they can't wait to enter the south of the pass within one day and occupy the Daming Dynasty.

Outside Shanhaiguan.

Shengjing.

"Hahaha, it seems that God helps me!".

Dorgon looked up to the sky and laughed.

He also saw the comments of netizens in Qin Feng's live broadcast room.

Other words.

Perhaps in the near future, the Qing Dynasty will enter the Central Plains and rule the entire land of China, as well as countless children of the Han family.

"Lord, great!".

"We're finally going to make it!".

"The heavens are on our side, and the day of the Ming Dynasty's demise is not far away!".

The generals of the Eight Banners were also excited, licking their chapped lips, their eyes full of anticipation.

When you enter the Central Plains, there are countless women and silver taels, enjoying endless glory and wealth.

"Didn't these people in later generations scold us for slaughtering them? Well, when I enter the Central Plains, I will kill them! I will kill more than they say!"

"What is millions, and what's wrong with tens of millions?"

Dolgon's eyes were scarlet, like a living god of killing.

Great Qing Dynasty.

Qianlong looked at the comments of netizens in Qin Feng's live broadcast room, and his face was extremely ugly.

He Shen waited cautiously on the side, and he didn't dare to let go of a fart.

"It seems that I have a good idea, these Han people are really wolf ambitions, and they are still abusing me in the Qing Dynasty in later generations. "

Qianlong Longyan was furious.

"Heshen!".

"The minions are here!".

"Order, continue to strictly guard against the Han people, especially those who are studying, and never let them have the slightest chance!"

"Also, the strength of the text prison is far from enough, we must continue to increase the intensity, as long as there is any wind or grass or clues, there is no need to tell it, just cut it first and then play!"

Qianlong said categorically.

He is determined to completely crush the Han nation under his power!

Wuhou Temple.

"Brothers, the anchor understands your feelings very well, in fact, like you, I hate braided drama and braided culture, but unfortunately, the anchor is just an ordinary person, who has neither the ability to change the past nor the present. "

Seeing the comments and accusations of netizens against the Manchu Qing in the live broadcast room, Qin Feng also felt the same way.

Han culture has a long and splendid history, and the Qin, Han, Tang, Ming, and even Song dynasties have given birth to countless amazing arts and cultures.

In those times, the exquisiteness of the costumes, the magnificence of the literature, and the elegance of life were unmatched by any country of the same era in the world.

But after the Qing Dynasty, under the high-pressure rule, the world was like a dead fish, skinny as wood, panicked like a lost dog, and there was no luxury except to live.

This is a shame for the Chinese nation, and it is also a great regression for the entire era!

Every time he thought of this, Qin Feng was heartbroken.

But he can't change anything, the past has passed, and now he has no influence, so he can only honestly be a small anchor of imperial science popularization first, and promote Han culture as much as possible.

"Of course, if the brothers are interested, I will go to the Qing Emperor's Mausoleum in the future when I have the opportunity to explain to you and expose the sins committed by the Manchus in the land of China. "

The only thing Qin Feng can do now is to let the world understand the darkness of the Qing Dynasty.

"666! The anchor has a heart, and he must go if he has a chance!"

"Pay attention to a wave, although I am not as rich as Zhu Yuanzhang, Ying Zheng, Liu Bei and other local tyrants, but it is also my heart. 」

"The anchor must keep broadcasting, and I will definitely watch it every day. Listening to your explanation, I feel that our own national culture is also very interesting. 」

Daqin.

"The Mausoleum of the Qing Emperor, interesting, I want to see what this Manchu Qing is all about. "

Ying Zheng was already addicted to watching Qin Feng's live broadcast, and even began to look forward to the fresh content that would be brought to him later.

Liu Che, Li Shimin and other eloquent monarchs are also sharpening their knives, and after Qin Feng tells all the secrets of the Qing Emperor's Mausoleum in the future, they will kill people.

"Okay, let's get down to business, let's go back to the explanation of the Wuhou Temple. "

Seeing the support of so many netizens, Qin Feng was also more confident, and continued: "Everyone should be familiar with the story of Zhuge Liang and Liu Beijunchen's acquaintance. "

"But I'll go through it roughly, after all, there are a lot of history novices who don't know very well. "

After Guan Yu carelessly lost Jingzhou, and Zhang Fei, Huang Zhong, Fa Zheng and other elders also died one after another, Zhuge Liang took over the burden from Liu Bei's hands, and resolutely carried the banner of Shu Han with his thin shoulders. "

"When Liu Bei died, Shu Han was defeated one after another, people's hearts were unstable, talents withered, and there were almost signs of the country's demise. "

"But Zhuge Liang entered the game with his body, knowing that he could not do it, assisted the young lord Liu Chan, quickly stabilized the situation in Shuzhong, five Northern Expeditions, seven captures of Meng Shu, developed the economy, fought against Wei Wu, and completely reversed the situation of the building with his own strength, until he was exhausted and died of exhaustion in Wuzhangyuan. "

"The eternal swan song "Out of the Teacher's Table" he left behind, I don't know how many people still remember it in the live broadcast room, here, in order to commemorate Zhuge Wuhou, I want to recite it with everyone. "

Speaking of this, Qin Feng seemed to be in it, his eyes were a little warm, and his voice trembled slightly.

Zhuge Liang!

Any Chinese descendant who mentions this name can't help but feel proud and proud!

Qin Feng is no exception!

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