Sky Curtain: The Overlord Charges into Battle, Shocking Emperors of All Dynasties

Wen Tianxiang ultimately faced execution with unwavering resolve.

That upright figure, as straight as a pine tree, is deeply etched in their minds.

Especially for scholars before the Song Dynasty, all the words Wen Tianxiang left on the celestial screen resonated with the deepest longing in their hearts.

Many people even copied down that righteous song and pasted it above their beds, reading it day and night to remind themselves of its importance.

Although they said they didn't understand some of the cases, the images on the dome were all displayed.

The first one is known to almost every time and spacetime.

Cui Zhu murdered his ruler and killed the historian three times, yet he refused to change the record.

This is simply a model of a historian.

"Wen Tianxiang is truly a role model for us Confucian scholars!"

"These are true scholars, far superior to those insects who only know gold and silver!"

Confucius said, "To achieve benevolence," and Mencius said, "To uphold righteousness." From now on, I can be almost without shame.

"What a remarkable Wen Tianxiang!!"

Spring and Autumn and Warring States Period

Confucius, Mencius, and other Confucian sages, upon witnessing Wen Tianxiang's composed acceptance of his execution, already had tears welling in their eyes.

They originally thought that later Confucian scholars would completely forget what they had said.

Unexpectedly, there were still people like Wen Tianxiang and Lu Xiufu who bravely sacrificed themselves for their country in times of crisis.

They can still remember what they meant by sacrificing one's life for righteousness.

"The spirit of righteousness, this is the true spirit of righteousness!!!"

Mencius's hands trembled as he caught the fireflies that had fallen after the clear energy in the sky dissipated.

"I am not alone on my path, I am not alone on my path!!!!"

During the reign of Emperor Wu of Han,

"The Song Dynasty was cowardly for three hundred years. In the end, a monarch with backbone emerged, along with 100,000 subjects who died for their country."

"Furthermore, with loyal ministers like Wen Tianxiang and Lu Xiufu, their final days were quite dignified."

As Liu Che witnessed the fall of the Song Dynasty, it seemed as if he were also thinking of the fall of the Han Dynasty.

Fortunately, the Han Dynasty had a child like Liu Chen.

Although he was not a monarch, in Liu Che's heart...

He was the emperor of the Han Dynasty!

It's such a pity that such a good child wasn't his descendant in the end; it's truly regrettable.

And Liu Xiu, why isn't he his descendant?

Liu Che realized that he hadn't had enough children.

If he had more children, who knows, perhaps one of his descendants would be like him?

"However, I never expected that Zhu Yuanzhang was actually a descendant of the Song army who survived the Battle of Yamen."

"Finally destroying the Yuan Dynasty can be considered revenge for the Song Dynasty."

No matter how much Liu Che thought about it, he could never have imagined that Zhu Yuanzhang was actually the grandson of a surviving Song soldier from the Battle of Yamen.

In naval battles, it is already extremely difficult for soldiers to survive.

The key point is that his descendants were actually able to overthrow the Yuan Dynasty and avenge the Song Dynasty.

It's hard not to wonder if all of this is truly fate.

Hongwu period.

Zhu Yuanzhang's face showed a look of reminiscence. He recalled his childhood, when his mother held him in her arms and, under the cool moonlight, told him and his brothers about their grandfather's personal experience of the Battle of Yamen.

At that time, he had no intention of avenging his grandfather or the Song Dynasty.

At that time, he touched his still-empty stomach and wondered what he would eat the next day and whether he could fill his stomach.

Who could have imagined that he would eventually achieve such great success?

It really is a matter of timing and fate.

"Father, my great-great-grandfather is ninety-nine years old. Have you ever met him?"

Zhu Di asked curiously,

Zhu Yuanzhang often told his brothers stories from his childhood.

My maternal grandfather, who had fought in the Battle of Yamen, had mentioned it countless times.

In the second year of the Hongwu reign, the Yangwang Temple was established in Xuyi, and there is also a Yangwang Temple on the east side of the Nanjing Imperial Ancestral Temple, where the spirit tablet of Yangwang is enshrined.

Zhu Yuanzhang listened to Zhu Di's question, and seeing his sons all looking at him with curious eyes, he shook his head.

"At that time, your great-grandfather was in Xuyi, Yangzhou, while our Zhu family fled to Haozhou due to famine. We were struggling to make ends meet, let alone have time to visit relatives."

"Father, why don't you stop by Xuyi on your way to Fengyang and visit your great-grandfather?"

"Your son is here!"

Seeing the look of reminiscence on Zhu Yuanzhang's face, Zhu Biao began to speak to him.

Since the establishment of the Yangwang Ancestral Hall in Xuyi, Zhu Yuanzhang had never visited it, and he only offered sacrifices at the Nanjing Imperial Ancestral Temple.

Zhu Yuanzhang pondered for a moment, then nodded.

"Alright!"

...

As the Song Dynasty came to an end, the words of later generations gradually appeared on the celestial screen.

The fall of the Song Dynasty is not a pity at all; what is a pity are Yue Fei, Xin Qiji, Wen Tianxiang, and the many ordinary people of the Song Dynasty.

Follow-up comment: Yes, the demise of a feudal dynasty is nothing to regret, but the generations of people who followed in its footsteps are what truly deserve to be remembered.

Follow-up comment: Exactly, with the change of dynasties, it is always the common people who suffer the most.

Wen Tianxiang's poem "Crossing Lingdingyang" filled the void of frontier poetry in Guangdong.

Follow-up comment: He would rather he hadn't filled this regret.

Follow-up comment: Besides, the Song Dynasty wasn't without true frontier poets. There was one who not only had excellent writing skills but also witnessed the true scenery of the northern lands.

Follow-up comment: I know who you're talking about now; in some ways, he really is a frontier poet.

Follow-up comment: Indeed, after Zhao Ji was captured and taken to the north, he did write quite a few frontier poems.

[And Wen Tianxiang's Song of Righteousness, after reading it, I always feel my blood boil and I wish I could die right now.]

Follow-up comment: Yes, after reading it, I felt as if there was a surge of air in my lower abdomen.

Follow-up comment: Is that what Confucian and Taoist culture is all about?

Follow-up comment: Oh no, oh no, you've really mastered it now!

What?!

Can Wen Tianxiang's "Ode to Righteousness" really be used to cultivate inner energy?

Confucian and Taoist literary spirit?

Oh dear, why didn't you say so sooner?!

"Brother Fang, what are you muttering about? And why did you throw away the whisk you were holding?"

"Don't make a sound, I'm reciting the Song of Righteousness."

The young man, dressed in a Taoist robe, took it off, revealing a Confucian robe underneath.

"Um, Brother Fang, what are you doing..."

"Don't misunderstand, I've always firmly believed in Confucian culture. My Taoist practice is simply for self-cultivation and to better study the Confucian classics!"

The young man surnamed Fang then sat cross-legged and continued reciting the Song of Righteousness, over and over again.

Meanwhile, his friend, watching this scene, said helplessly:

"What can save you, my brother Fang?"

"Any discerning person could see that later generations were just playing a trick on fools. How could you actually believe it?"

It is precisely because of the existence of these people that we thought of having a Zhao Jiu.

Follow-up comment: Alas, history should have unfolded this way.

Follow-up comment: Isn't a lifetime all about those four words: "A new world has been created"?

Follow-up comment: I made this plate of dumplings just for this plate of vinegar.

The problem of the two emperors, which had always been a headache for Zhao Gou, was no problem at all for Zhao Jiu.

Follow-up comment: What "Two Saints"? We call you "Two Saints" out of respect; otherwise, we'd bury you.

Follow-up comment: Zhao Jiu: Write it!!! Zhao Jiu murdered his lord and father.

Historian: Record that the two emperors died of a cold.

Zhao Jiu: Not a single word changed?

Historian: Then change one word: The two emperors died of cold in the palace.

"Hahaha!"

Everyone who saw those words couldn't help but burst out laughing.

This is absolutely unheard of!!

This historian's bottom line is way too flexible!

The historians looked at the words on the sky and wondered how they would record them if they were in that situation.

No, no, no, we are historians.

Historians should record events truthfully and without alteration.

So how could you remember it as "cold uterus"?

The two saints must have died of a cold!