Spoiling History: Starting from the Three Kingdoms

Zhao Kuangyin's thoughts drifted away for a while.

Of course he still remembers that morning. He had originally left his slingshot to shoot birds for fun, but he didn't want to be startled by the strange sight on the stone table.

To be honest, my first reaction at the time was of course ecstasy.

He had read many stories about immortals coming to earth to teach people things, but he also knew that there was a question mark over how credible they were.

It's just a pity that this ecstasy quickly dissipated completely, and the foundation of unification and the complete method for all eternity that he wanted were not available.

Even when he tried to negotiate with him to borrow hundreds of powerful men, there was no response. What he kept talking about over and over again were the statements about the Anshi Rebellion. Who knows these old stories?

But slowly, the occasional words about scale claws also gave him a rough idea of ​​what was going on behind him. Until now, after foreign enemies were placed in front of him one after another, a doubt slowly emerged from the bottom of his heart:

How did he die?

He knew his physical condition very well, and he had even estimated it. Even if he suddenly contracted the disease, it would not be a problem to resist it. Why...

Zhao Guangyi blinked, and Zhao Pu's eyes met, and they were separated at the first touch.

It seems that his brother is unwilling to say anything even if he knows something, but does Zhao Pu, who was suddenly recalled and favored, know more than himself?

…

I just wanted to ask.

Ma Chao rubbed his cheeks, and although he tried hard to suppress his smile, it didn't seem to have much effect. Instead, he grinned with an indescribable joy.

There is no way, Ma Chao still knows the level of the generals under his lord's command.

When Guan Yunchang was stationed in Jingzhou, he could stop the Cao thieves in the Central Plains from moving forward.

And that General Zilong has a good reputation among the people and a great power in the army.

The surprise attack in the Wei River Valley was finalized, and the capture of Chencang around Jieting was extremely fast. Later, he moved to Jingzhou to support Jiangling and so on, and he only watched it.

After all, all of his subordinates are Qiang cavalry. Yongliang Zongheng can suppress the Jin Ma Chao with super power, but it is hard to say after leaving Yongliang. As a result, the hometown of such a powerful cavalry commander worships his Ma Chao as a god?

As for the door god, he didn't care. After all, the Lord also mentioned the matter of killing his father to him.

I thought that my reputation would be ruined or that I would be reviled for thousands of years, but I didn't expect that there would be such twists and turns.

Pulling his short beard and trying to pull down the rising corners of his mouth, Ma Chao hissed and raised his doubts:

This city of Beijing in the Southern Song Dynasty needs to be recalled by those who have subjugated their country. When the country suffered great disasters, it suffered successive defeats. Instead of scorning the generals, the people worshiped them as gods...

Foreign enemies are watching, and it is the right time to claim fame on horseback.

Is there no good man in this Song Dynasty?

Liu Bei and Kong Ming looked at each other and shook their heads together.

In fact, when the two of them chatted leisurely, apart from their plans for their subordinates, they also did not shy away from talking about future generations.

Liu Bei was fascinated by the knights of the Tang Dynasty who were able to fight bloody battles with the Food Kingdom in Central Asia. However, Liu Bei sighed that the knights of the Tang Dynasty, who were sitting on thousands of miles of sea territory and did not care about allowing enemy invaders to enter, made Liu Bei sigh.

As for strangeness, the two Song Dynasties should be the first to be mentioned.

Determining a country with force and governing it with culture are the most obvious principles since the Spring and Autumn Period.

The former Qin Dynasty ruled the country with military laws, and the second generation died and was named the Qin Dynasty. The great ancestor lived with the people, so China has inherited the name of the Han Dynasty to this day.

But in this Song Dynasty, anyone can see that before the external troubles were over, the literary spirit was extremely prosperous, and the extremely prosperous literary style did not seem to contribute much to internal governance.

It is puzzling enough to form a fraternal relationship with an enemy country and fight against the common people, but it can still last for hundreds of years.

This Song Dynasty is also from China, so naturally he is a good man.

Liu Bei said slowly and then concluded:

Perhaps the scholars of the Song Dynasty had misunderstandings about emphasizing literature and restraining martial arts, so they adopted a policy of emphasizing literature over martial arts.

This was also the result of his speculation after discussing with Kong Ming.

Ma Chao bowed slightly. In fact, he just complained. After all, there were two opinions about whether Song was there or not.

His thinking was quite simple. When he rode into Ye City and captured Cao Ahao alive and tied him to his horse's head as he had planned in Tongguan, then all the historical events would be completely different, right?

Seeing that the corners of Ma Chao's mouth were almost as high as his eyebrows, Liu Bei also secretly rejoiced:

Fortunately, Yide is not here, otherwise I would have painted a portrait of him and Cao Cao during the Chinese New Year as a gatekeeper town.

As for the Gate God incident, the Song Dynasty held Wu Zixu and Zilong accountable for their crimes for thousands of years. They posted enemy generals in the palace and decorated them with gold to guard their houses.

For a moment, he couldn't tell which of the two things was more absurd.

Kong Ming looked at the pairs of household gods created by each story, stroked his fan and said with a smile:

If people like this are prosperous in culture, they can flourish for hundreds of years without any worries.

Previously, many stories based on the story created by Champion Hou in Yizhou were not suitable for the local environment, so Kongming moved it to Guanzhong, Hanzhong, and the people listened to it like a cloud.

Kong Ming also went to listen to it many times. According to the discussions of the people in Guanzhong, many additions and deletions were made to the story.

When I first wrote the story, I thought it was complete, but the people in Guanzhong were talking about it. One person said that the ancestor was the champion Hou Qinjun, and the other said that the ancestor had participated in the pursuit of death and the north. One story after another was also told by the people. Come out, the story of Champion Hou is no longer thin, and Kong Ming is also surprised.

Pang Tong also knew about this, so he sighed:

What Kong Ming said is correct. Instead of concentrating on stones, and instead of recording history on bamboo slips, how can we pass it on to the people's mouths?

But Pang Tong was also thinking in his heart, otherwise, during the Chinese New Year, he would draw a batch of Wei and Huo Er generals and try selling them as goalkeepers to see what the response would be like?

This can be regarded as the Changhan Road, and Pang Tong was very interested.

…

Yuchi Jingde and Qin Qiong sat more upright.

There is no way, no matter who it is, most of them will have to put on a solemn attitude when they see the names of the two people frequently from the light screen.

Later generations mentioned dozens of pairs of names when talking about door gods, but the two names that appeared most often were Qin Shubao and Wei Chigong.

Therefore, although they didn't say it, neither of them took it seriously.

Yuchi Jingde even hummed softly: This future generation actually painted me so... mighty.

Qin Qiong glanced at him speechlessly, not bothering to say that the appearance in the painting probably had nothing to do with the two of them long ago, and was just in the name of a fierce general.

I don’t know what this brother is so silly about. Do you really think that future generations will think that Yuchi Gong is as powerful as a god?

The smile on Li Shimin's face became even bigger, and he pulled Wei Zheng even harder and said with a smile:

Ai Qing is so worried, but you want to go home and ask me to kill the dragon in my dream?

However, considering that Wei Zheng was now in his fifties, Li Shimin's teasing was just a touch away. He sent the veteran to sit down again. Li Shimin just stood there with his head raised and said thoughtfully:

Even if the generals of the Song Dynasty no longer have eggs, all the writings of the Song and Ming Dynasties that can be viewed by the common people still have merit.

The prosperity of literature lies in outstanding diction.

Literary education is long-lasting, and it is in every aspect of the common people.