Spoiling History: Starting from the Three Kingdoms

In the Han Dynasty General's Mansion, Zhang Fei placed the heating stove closer to his legs.

This made Ma Chao, who was sitting next to Zhang Fei, even more unhappy.

Immediately he relaxed his arms and pulled the heating stove over again.

Zhang Fei's eyebrows gradually rose, and he looked at Jin Machao, who was famous in Yongliang, and showed a kind smile. The two rows of big white teeth were extremely eye-catching:

That Yan Xing, who abandoned his sword and surrendered in three moves in a foot fight, was defeated in a mounted fight but could not win in five moves.

As he spoke, Zhang Fei slowly raised his chin and finally commented in four words:

Nothing.

Looking at Zhang Fei, Ma Chao suddenly became furious:

That Yan Xing was just not famous enough to take advantage of my unpreparedness, otherwise he would have killed the horse within three moves!

How Yan Xing used this record to show off in Yongliang was a matter of course for Ma Changshan, the person involved.

Slowly lowering his head and looking at Ma Mengqi from head to toe, Zhang Fei said ha with a half-smile.

Although he didn't say a word, this made Ma Chao even more angry. He immediately got up and wanted to go out to compete with the opponent.

Third brother! Liu Bei pressed his head and scolded him gently.

So Zhang Fei could only mutter:

Okay, okay, I believe what you Ma Mengqi said, isn't that enough?

Anyway, I think Yan Xing is no good.

Ma Chao almost wanted to vomit blood. If Jian Yong hadn't come to persuade him to make peace, he would have gone out to fight with this black guy no matter what!

What interrupted the chaotic atmosphere in the hall was the sudden unfolding of the light curtain.

Zhang Fei murmured with a bored look on his face:

Why are brothers fighting each other again? The blood brothers of the royal family, not to mention me and my eldest and second brothers.

Even compared to Meng Qi and his brother Ma Dai, they are far inferior.

Ma Chao thought to himself that the three generals had said something humanly true. Although Ma Dai was not his brother, he was close to being a blood relative.

I remember that when Meng Qi vomited blood and died young, he still cried and entrusted Ma Dai to his elder brother...

Zhang Yide! Ma Chao shouted.

Why are you shouting so loudly?

Zhang Fei was dissatisfied and was immediately in a hurry:

Hey, why are you sneaking up like Yan Xing?

If you have the guts, go out and fight me for a hundred rounds!

Jian Yong was helpless, Liu Bei stroked his head, Kong Ming and others were not surprised, and Lu Su was dumbfounded.

…

In the Manna Palace, Pei Xingjian was full of curiosity about everything he saw.

However, after being warned by his master before, he remembered the command to read more, listen more, memorize and speak less, his eyes wandered around and he said nothing.

He looked at the ministers and ministers gathered here, the emperor and the empress were present, and the imperial doctor was sitting upright.

The Shaofu Supervisor also felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He saw that he had prepared a paperweight with ink, and after hearing the news of the passing time, he simply hung up his brush, as if he was making some preparations.

Although the master looked like he was about to doze off, he would look up at the blank wall from time to time.

This atmosphere reminded Pei Xingjian of the Qinghai battlefield. When the war was about to begin, it seemed to be so difficult.

But fortunately, he didn't have to wait too long this time. As the time was announced outside the palace, Pei Xingjian looked at the light that appeared from nowhere, like a fairy light, circling like a dragon or a snake, and occupied the empty space in an instant. of the entire wall.

Although he did not turn around to look at the whole audience, Pei Xingjian could feel that with the appearance of this light curtain, even His Majesty seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Li Jing was also relieved. When he turned around, he saw his beloved disciple looking around.

What are you looking at, Shoujo?

Even Li Shimin looked over for a while. When ordinary people saw the light curtain, most of them were surprised and couldn't believe it. It was the first time that Pei Xingjian was not afraid at all, but looked around with a look of disappointment on his face.

Master, where is Xuannv? Where is the colorful auspicious cloud? Where is the yellow scarf warrior? Why haven't you seen Hebo Shuijun?

Li Jing was speechless, Li Shimin laughed and directly interjected:

You still care about these things after keeping your promise? But if you want to see something, just ask your master.

The Medicine Master will wait for a hundred years to ascend to the throne of God and be crowned the King of Heaven. He Bo Shui Lord, Xuannv and the auspicious beasts must all be commanded by your master.

Pei Xingjian's eyes lit up after hearing these words, and he said without hesitation:

Master, I want to ride a unicorn! Pay homage to Xuannv!

Li Jing glanced at Pei Xingjian with disgust:

He looked quite smart when he was in Liangzhou, but why is he so stupid now?

However, seeing that the light screen had already opened, Li Jing didn't bother to care about it. He left the back of his head for his apprentice, then peeled off a grape and concentrated on looking at it.

If you calculate it carefully, this year he has been busy with the Tuyuhun war since Yuan Zheng, and this is the real rare free time.

[At the beginning of 1100 AD, Song Zhezong Zhao Xu died of illness at the age of 25.

This leader of the Song Dynasty official family ascended the throne at the age of nine and took charge of the government at the age of seventeen. During the fifteen years of his reign, Xixia surrendered twice during the Pingxia City Battle and the Qingtang area was taken over in the Hehuang Battle.

Although it is difficult to say that he was perfect in displaying martial arts externally and promoting reforms internally, he was undoubtedly a rare exception among the emperors of the Northern Song Dynasty. Many people in later generations even commented that Zhezong's reign was the last moment of glory in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Why is it called backlight? Because Zhezong died of illness and had no children, in accordance with the tradition of brotherhood left by Taizu Taizong when the Song Dynasty was founded, Zhezong's second brother Duan Wang Zhao Ji was made emperor. This was the later famous Huizong of Song Dynasty, and he was also the king of Jin Dynasty. Hundi Gong is also the king of Tianshui County.

After succeeding to the throne, Song Huizong soon found himself in the same dilemma as Song Taizong.

The same brother-in-law succession, the same lack of the late emperor's edict, and the same persecution of the clan members who had the right to inherit the throne.

And for the common people, the young emperor Zhezong of the Song Dynasty successfully rectified the previous humiliation of the Xixia Kingdom. Bianliang literati felt nostalgic for it. Some bold people even compared it to Taizu, so they brought it with them, about Song Taizu's original The real cause of death has been discussed again.

Song Huizong could not prove to the people that Song Zhezong really died of natural illness, so he chose the stupidest approach at the time:

In the second year of Chongning, Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty issued an edict to strictly ban the collected works of eleven people, including San Su, on the reform, and added an additional banned book: Wild Records of Xiangshan Mountain.

In the Northern Song Dynasty, the execution ability of grassroots officials was naturally far inferior to that in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Therefore, the official banned books were increasingly spread among the people.

Now that it has spread, the people of the Northern Song Dynasty are naturally curious about how this book poked the lungs of Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty. This was not difficult for the Song Dynasty, which favored literary style, so soon, version 1.0 of the sound of the candle shadow and the ax was presented to the people of Bianjing. in front of.

To put it simply, brothers Zhao Kuangyin and Zhao Guangyi met a great immortal when they were still young. The immortal showed some magical powers and figured out on the spot:

Oh my god, you want to be the emperor. I know the time when you ascend the throne and found the country.

In view of this, Zhao Kuangyin has been looking for this great fairy since he ascended the throne. It was not until he went to Luoyang sixteen years later that he met him by chance again.

Zhao Da's question this time was very simple. He wanted to know how long he could live. Da Xian'er was also very fairy-like. He counted with his fingers and said: On October 20 this year, if it is sunny, you can live for twelve years. Otherwise, prepare your funeral arrangements as early as possible.

After waiting for this day, what worried Zhao Da was that it was still sunny at noon, but in the evening it suddenly started to snow heavily, and it couldn't stop. The snow in the palace was several inches thick.

Seeing this, Zhao Da quickly ordered people to summon his precious brother into the palace and drove away the rest of the crowd. Then the brothers drank until midnight and almost drank Zhao Er to death. The candlelight cast their shadows on the window for the servants to see. Clearly, this is the candle shadow.

The two of them drank until midnight. Zhao Da suddenly had a sudden convulsion, scratched the ground with a pillar ax, and loudly said to Zhao Er, Good job! Good job! This was the axe sound.

After that, Zhao Da went straight to sleep, snoring like thunder.

Zhao Er stayed in the palace. It was not until the early morning of the next day when the drums were beating and there was no movement in the palace that the chamberlains discovered that Zhao Da had become cold.

Then Zhao Er ascended the throne in front of the coffin and began the extraordinary life of the Che God.

The records in Wild Records of Xiangshan Mountain are closer to myths and legends. At first glance, they don't seem to be very credible, but don't worry, we also have version 2.0, version 3.0, and even the revised MAX version of Zhu Ying Ax Sheng.

The truth is often hidden in the corners of historical data. 】

Zhao Pu's face had froze, and he was very interested in the things that later generations said about Song Huizong.

But soon, Zhao Pu felt that he had no interest in this matter.

Not only that, he also quietly moved his chair back an inch:

Don't splash it on your face later.

The young chamberlains were trembling, and the two secretaries did not dare to raise their heads even though they wrote down everything they heard.

The air in the palace seemed to have become thicker, and the servants who lowered their eyes heard the official's voice gradually rising:

Zhao Jiong?!

Easy to do!?

To be honest, Zhao Kuangyin didn't know what it meant to be good at it. What surprised him was that he was more confused:

Are these four words of unknown meaning the last words he left in the world?

Because of this, Zhao Kuangyin, who was born in the military and never had a good temper, did not get angry immediately, but judging from the tone of his voice when he called Zhao Jiong gradually higher, he was definitely not in a good mood.

thump!

The sound of knees touching the floor is familiar to chamberlains.

Then there were two dong dong sounds. Although they knew it was inappropriate, the young chamberlains couldn't help but praise together:

The sound is crisp! What a good head!

Then King Jin’s crying voice resounded in the palace:

Your Majesty! Official! Brother!

How dare I come here? How unjust I am!

At the critical moment, Zhao Guangyi felt that his thoughts were clearer than ever before. Every word that Guangmu said just now was clearly presented in his mind, and he clearly found every loophole in it:

Brother and I both know that our success in the Song Dynasty is entirely due to the efforts of the officials. How can we be so evil?

And this Jiuliu book is actually called Yelu. It can be seen that most of its contents are like the fictitious and false novels described by later generations. They are all written to taint our brotherhood!

Brother Mingjian!

Zhao Guangyi kowtowed again, pressing his head firmly on the floor without raising it at all, not caring at all about the dust on his hands and face.

The inner hall was quiet, and he could vaguely hear the sound of the armor and footsteps of the Forbidden Army patrolling outside the hall. He knew clearly that just a word from his brother at this moment, these Forbidden Army would rush in, and Zhao Jiong, Song Taizong, etc. It is also made of dust and mud.

He could still hear his brother above him gasping hard, like blowing a bellows. It was probably an old illness coming back. The heavy breathing gradually became lighter, and Zhao Guangyi's heart that jumped into his throat gradually dropped back. .

Since my brother didn’t punish him right away, it shouldn’t be a big problem...

Then how should I call you?

Kuang Yi? Guang Yi? Jiong?

Or Taizong? The Donkey Cart Emperor? Or that God of Gaoliang River Carts?

The soft but powerful question fell in Zhao Guangyi's ears, making his heart sink a little.

Although he didn't understand what the donkey-cart emperor meant, his brother's judgment from childhood made him immediately choose to hit the snake and follow the stick:

Both Kuangyi and Guangyi are brothers of officials and retainers.

Ha! There was no hint of smile in the short laughter. Zhao Kuangyin felt the pain in his chest gradually ease, pondered for a while and finally said:

Get up, you have done nothing wrong, why are you so frightened and losing your dignity?

Furthermore, the name of Xiangshan Wilderness Records does not look like a real record, or...

Maybe Zhao Kuangyin didn't say it clearly, but Zhao Guangyi certainly understood. After all, Guangmu made it clear that this Wild Record is just an appetizer, and there will be more later.

And his fate will probably depend on what future generations will say in the future.

So his heart was inevitably lifted.

…

Meng Qi, tell me, are the Song Emperor brothers much worse than the Xuanwu Sect?

Zhang Fei touched his waist and grinned, but still asked with a smile on his face.

Ma Chao glanced at Zhang Fei indifferently, and even moved the cushion to the side without saying a word.

Of course, if the black bruise on the cheek hadn't ruined the beauty, this cold face would have added a bit of handsomeness.

Kong Ming was not very concerned about what seemed like a feud between brothers. He raised his chin and was slightly puzzled:

Reform must be for the sake of survival, so why should such discussions be banned?