Spoiling History: Starting from the Three Kingdoms

To the monarchs and ministers of the Ming Dynasty, the scene of future generations that hit their faces was truly unparalleled.

After all, in this video, although the clothing and clothing are quite different, it is still clear that more than half of the protagonists are women, which is enough to make everyone speechless.

And then, whether it was the cities that looked row upon row from a distance, or the celebration that although they could not understand but could feel the unrestrained meaning, it was inevitable for everyone to subconsciously compare it with the Yingtian Mansion New Year celebration last month.

As for the strange and varied people at the end, as well as the seemingly naked blue-skinned man with a golden beard, everyone was even more silent. Even the older ones like Li Shanchang were already silently stroking their beards to calm down.

Therefore, the Huagai Hall was eerily silent at this moment, and Zhu Yuanzhang's voice echoed with a slightly helpless feeling.

Among the two princes who had encountered this battle for the first time, Zhu Xi closed his eyes and tried hard to recall the gun-like thing he had just seen, as well as the rather complicated-looking bow and arrow.

What Zhu 㭎 was concerned about was much simpler. After taking a careful look at his father, he tugged on his elder brother's sleeves with an unspeakable expression on his face:

"Why did we, the descendants of Ming Dynasty, become like this?"

Zhu Biao curled his lips and whispered:

"This is the descendant of our Chinese descendants, the Ming Dynasty, but it is not the Ming Dynasty. As for this place, it should not be within our Chinese territory. It is probably a foreign country."

Then Zhu Biao left his brother aside and let him ponder this answer.

After all, the most important thing at the moment is the father who has no one to answer. According to Zhu Biao's understanding of his father, if he continues to ignore him, he may have to face an angry emperor tomorrow.

Well, in a sense, dad's temper is a bit similar to that of Xiongying sometimes...

With random thoughts spinning in his head, Zhu Biao looked up and saw words floating on the light screen.

〖Li Shimin: This Paris should be the capital of France in later generations, and it also has grievances with China in later generations.

Zhao Kuangyin: Although I don’t understand the meaning of the Olympic Games, in a nutshell, it seems to be similar to Fanbang’s New Year’s competition on horseback and archery, except that its system should win. 〗

Looking at the words of the two "former emperors", Zhu Yuanzhang's face also looked better. This made Zhu Biao breath a sigh of relief, thanked him in his heart, and hurriedly stepped forward:

"When I looked at that vast map before, I remembered that there was a kingdom named France in the northeast of Portugal."

"Although it is hundreds of years apart from later generations, the difference in the country's name will not be too big after all. Most likely this France is France."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded reservedly, but immediately had a question:

"Biao'er's words are reasonable, but why do our descendants go all the way to a foreign country to provide entertainment for their people?"

At this point, Zhu Yuanzhang's dissatisfaction was fully apparent in his words.

It’s no wonder, as Taizu of the Song Dynasty said, since the Han Dynasty, when the country of China’s concubines came to China for pilgrimage, they needed to present gifts.

Correspondingly, the emperor, the emperor, had to give a banquet as a courtesy, and at the banquet, the vassal countries would often have their country's athletes or capable people perform to please the emperor of China.

Zhu Yuanzhang knew about this thousand-year-old tradition, so it was a bit difficult to accept it at the first time. He thought that all foreign countries came to China, why did it happen the other way around hundreds of years later, and we became a concubine?

Zhu Ru stood up:

"Dad, later generations call it the Olympic Games. Although I don't understand its meaning, it is absolutely different from the Hajj performance. After all, future generations also have a number of games in their words."

"And the opening words are specifically titled "The Capital of France" in front of it, which shows that this grand ceremony cannot be held in one place for a long time."

As Zhu Tong spoke, he also saw the encouraging eyes of his elder brother. He pondered for a moment and continued to speculate:

"According to what I saw, and what later generations said, most of this matter was carried out during a tour of many countries."

"It can be seen from the foreign style among them that the host can make hundreds of countries know his elegance, display his national style and promote his national prestige."

"And this meeting may be a competition between the athletes of a hundred countries. From the victory or defeat, we can also get a glimpse of the strength of the country. It can also be called a game among the countries."

Zhu Tong said while thinking. These words made Zhu Biao nod frequently, feeling that the fifth brother really said what he was thinking.

But Zhu Di lightly touched Zhu Xi with his shoulder:

"It's true that it shows its national style. Even though it's been a hundred years, my brother, I actually have some impressions of France with so many Kunlun slaves."

"But to promote the country's prestige...where is the prestige?"

Zhu Rui was silent. After all, he was not Brother Chu. It was easy to guess what the three people closing the door meant, but the number of people and the gender...

That's all. Is it really appropriate to show this on this occasion? Or is this part of the national style?

Regarding Zhu Di's words, some people in the Huagai Hall agreed in their hearts, and more people were still thinking about this rare foreign scene in their hearts over and over again. Although no one spoke for the time being, everyone felt that they might not write a note to express their feelings when they go back. , I’m afraid it will be difficult to fall asleep at night.

For example, Luo Guanzhong's eyes were almost shining. He wished he could get up immediately and ask the Jin Yiwei behind the painting to see how many scenes he had memorized.

Dao Yan beside him stopped playing with his rosary beads, straightened his back and looked at the light screen with the expression on his face constantly changing.

After listening to Lao Wu's analysis, Zhu Yuanzhang also had a vague understanding in his heart:

"Whether it's fighting guns, comparing arrows, or that unknown competition, it's all military skills! Comparing skills means comparing the strength of the army!"

"As for the art of playing in the water, seeing how much later generations talked about maritime affairs, you can see how much they cared about the navy. This competition is not surprising!"

When the emperor spoke, everyone else nodded frequently. Only Zhu Di whispered there:

"But I see that most of the contestants are women. How can women in future generations still go to the battlefield and show off their power..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhu Di shouted "Hey, hey, hey":

"It's not that I have any objections to my mother. I owe a lot to my mother for the peace of Hezhou and Jiangning. How can I forget this?"

"I think that future generations of women will definitely follow my mother's example and serve the country and show prestige as well as their men... Mother, please stop talking, my son's ears are really going to fall off."

Zhu Yuanzhang did not squint his eyes, but as the current emperor, he could still see its value, so he coughed lightly and asked the question he was most concerned about:

"With such a grand competition in the arts, is it possible for Ming Dynasty to imitate it?"

This question does not seem to require an answer. For Zhu Biao, he also knows that his father has always been troubled by the hope that there is a better way than the pilgrimage of foreign countries during the great dynasty meeting to announce to the countries the achievements of the Ming Dynasty in defeating Hu Yuan and restoring China. Therefore, it was his duty to stand up at this time:

"Please leave this matter in your hands!"

At the same time, in the old prime minister's house in Yecheng, Kong Ming, after remembering the scene of future generations in his heart, was keenly aware of its value.

Since the Yellow Turbans, the Han Dynasty has been suffering from civil strife for more than thirty years. Although it was still able to subdue the barbarian states, it eventually made the ministers not know how to respect the prime minister or the emperor, and they lost the dignity of the Han family.

But now, referring to the celebrations of later generations, Kong Ming also had some thoughts after looking at each other with Xuande Gong:

"I ask your majesty to follow the example of later generations and order hundreds of states of Zhou to hold art ceremonies to announce the rise of the Han Dynasty and promote China."