Sky Curtain: With a vermilion mirror, Jing travels through the modern world, shaking all dynasties.

As each emperor made things difficult for his ministers, Jiang Chuan beckoned a waiter over.

"Could you please get me a bottle of beer, chilled?"

When he mentioned the word "wine," Zhu Jingjing blushed and lowered her head, seemingly lost in thought.

Jiang Chuan wondered if the little princess also enjoyed drinking, but simply didn't want to say it in front of him.

The Great Song Dynasty, Chuigong Hall.

Zhao Kuangyin stroked his short beard with great interest. On the battlefield, one cannot do without wine. Besides rewarding people with money, the best way to boost morale is through wine and meat.

As the founding emperor who went from donning the yellow robe to relinquishing military power over a cup of wine, he naturally had a deep interest in wine. "I want to see what's so special about wine from a thousand years later!"

Upon hearing this, the general beside him flattered, "Your Majesty's imperial wine was meticulously brewed by dozens of skilled craftsmen of our Great Song Dynasty. It is unprecedented and unparalleled. Even if Du Kang were to be reborn, he could not surpass it!"

Zhao Kuangyin remained silent, his expression subtly displeased.

A few days ago, he would have believed this, but having witnessed the future, he didn't think that the imperial wine of the Song Dynasty could compare to the wine of a thousand years later.

Xuchang during the Three Kingdoms period.

Cao Cao stood outside the palace, his eyes fixed on the strange scene in the sky.

What can dispel sorrow? Only wine!

He wanted to see if this future wine could make him forget his troubles better than his own Du Kang wine, and whether it could inspire him to write poetry and recite verses with a spear in hand.

The Great Ming Dynasty, Fengtian Hall.

Unlike the expectations of emperors of other dynasties, Zhu Yuanzhang sat upright with a solemn expression.

"Chongba, Jing'er, she wouldn't..." Empress Ma's eyes showed worry. As the mother of the nation, she knew that Princess Lin'an was good in every way, except for her drinking habits, which were hard to describe.

"Don't worry, Jing'er knows what she's doing. Ever since she got drunk on her birthday, she hasn't touched a drop of alcohol." Zhu Yuanzhang gently took her hand and comforted her, "Now that she's all alone out here, how could she possibly embarrass herself by drinking too much?"

Empress Ma sighed softly and said, "I'm not worried about Jing'er, but I'm afraid that boy will use sweet words. You know Jing'er is always easily swayed..."

"He wouldn't dare! If he dares to embarrass Jing'er in front of all the civil and military officials, I will not spare him!" Zhu Yuanzhang said sternly.

Jiang Chuan, oblivious to Old Zhu's death stare, took the bottle from the waiter and looked at Zhu Jingjing, who was still hanging her head. "Would you like a drink?"

Zhu Jingjing glanced furtively at the dark green wine bottle on the table, her eyes filled with surprise.

What an amazing vessel! Its shape is somewhat similar to the official kiln porcelain bottle in her palace. Although it is dark green, you can clearly see that it is full of liquid. I have never seen or even heard of such a magical material before.

Seeing that she did not answer, Jiang Chuan did not say anything more, opened the bottle cap, and poured out a full glass of golden liquid with bubbles.

"What kind of material is this? How can we see it so clearly from the outside?"

Zhu Jingjing's attention shifted completely from the wine to the glass. Suddenly, she remembered something and turned to look at the window beside her.

It was clearly meant to shield her from the wind and rain, yet it didn't obstruct her view at all. If her Ming Dynasty had this kind of technology, she would definitely ask her father to build her a completely transparent palace!

Jiang Chuan sighed inwardly. In modern times, glass is an extremely common material, but in the eyes of this little princess of the Ming Dynasty, it has become a magical thing. This is what they call technology changing life.

"It's just glass, nothing special." Jiang Chuan handed her an empty glass and reminded her, "Be careful, glass looks sturdy, but it will shatter if you drop it."

Zhu Jingjing, like a curious child, held the glass in her hands and played with it incessantly. "What a pity, I wanted to build a glass palace. Such a fragile material can't be used to build a house."

Jiang Chuan smiled and said, "It's not impossible. Although the glass we use daily is not very strong, there is also high-strength glass like bulletproof glass, which is more than enough to be used as building material."

"Bulletproof glass?" Zhu Jingjing looked puzzled; she naturally had no concept of bullets.

Jiang Chuan scratched his head and explained, "You know about firearms, right? Simply put, glass that can withstand gunfire is called bulletproof glass."

Zhu Jingjing suddenly realized that her father, Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang, attached great importance to firearms. Although she had never fired a gun herself, she knew a little about them.

Firearms are deadly weapons on the battlefield, with a greater range and power than bows and arrows. I never thought that such a beautiful thing could withstand firearms.

The Qin Dynasty, Xianyang Palace.

Ying Zheng stared at the glass in Zhu Jingjing's hand, his face full of envy. "Li Si, I ask you, do you have any clue how this glass is made?"

Li Si smiled bitterly. This was something he had never heard of before. Where did he get a clue?

Furthermore, if he truly possessed such abilities, he would have already presented them to the First Emperor!

"Your Majesty, please forgive my ignorance, I have never heard of such a divine object."

Ying Zheng's expression darkened slightly, knowing that things from the future could not be easily reproduced. "What about the firearms they mentioned? They sound like some kind of weapon. If they could be used by our Great Qin, then the pacification of the Xiongnu would be just around the corner. Why bother building the Great Wall and wasting resources on the people?"

"This... Your subject does not know either." Li Si knelt on the ground with a look of fear, thinking to himself that he hoped the kid in the sky would not bring out any more rare things, otherwise he might not be able to continue as an official.

The Great Ming Dynasty, Fengtian Hall.

"Impossible! I spend countless taels of silver every year to purchase firearms, how could they not even penetrate that glass!"

Zhu Yuanzhang slammed his fist on the table and stood up. He had always valued firearms, but now he suddenly heard that they could even withstand what looked like fragile transparent glass, which made him somewhat uneasy.

The civil and military officials fell silent for a moment, for they had heard Jiang Chuan say that after the death of Crown Prince Zhu Biao, Zhu Yuanzhang had wielded his sword against his meritorious officials and had begun a massacre. They did not want to experience it for themselves.

"Tell me, was I wrong to develop firearms?" Zhu Yuanzhang slumped onto the dragon throne, looking as if he had aged ten years in an instant, his former domineering aura completely gone.

"Chongba, the glass that kid mentioned, though mysterious, is something from the future. You're not wrong!"

Empress Ma spoke up at the opportune moment; as Zhu Yuanzhang's first wife, she was the only one who dared to speak at this time.

The Great Song Dynasty, Chuigong Hall.

Unlike other monarchs who focused on glass, Zhao Kuangyin's attention was entirely on the beer frothing with hops.

"It's golden yellow! This is what imperial wine should look like; this is the wine that royalty should drink!"

Yellow has always been regarded as a symbol of royalty.

For Zhao Kuangyin, even disregarding the taste, the golden color alone made it his favorite.

"Your Majesty, wine is meant to be drunk. A beautiful color is merely superficial; only good wine can be called good wine if it tastes good!" the general hurriedly said, fearing that the founding emperor would reprimand him for his earlier words.

"Your words are reasonable, but look at the color and bubbles of that wine. How could it be unpleasant to drink?" Zhao Kuangyin stared intently at the cup of golden liquid, wishing he could disappear into the sky and drink it all down for Jiang Chuan!