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

Zhu Di was somewhat melancholy; ever since Tianmu began talking about his family, he hadn't felt at ease.

Either he'll be ridiculed by later generations for extending his father's life, or his family will be accused of being rebels.

Now their family's traitorous past can no longer be concealed; everyone knows.

The big traitor raised a little traitor.

Zhu Di knew that the incident stemmed from something he shouldn't have said, and he acknowledged it.

But he never hinted that the third son could become emperor.

After his anger subsided, Zhu Gaoxu felt a little aggrieved.

He didn't understand. Everything was said by the old man, so how did it end up with him being the only one who died?

Both of them became emperors, and both died peacefully. Even those who wanted to poison the emperors died peacefully. So why do I have to die?

Zhu Gaochi grew increasingly angry, and ran straight out of the palace, disappearing without a trace.

Zhu Di and his companions exchanged worried glances.

What's the second brother up to?

Before Zhu Di could even order someone to chase after Zhu Gaoxu, Zhu Gaoxu was seen running back to the main hall carrying a large water vat stored outside the palace on his head.

What a powerful Zhu Gaoxu!

Such a large water tank can be lifted up just like that.

"Second brother, what are you doing?"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhu Gaoxu, carrying a water vat on his head, rushed straight towards Zhu Zhanji, who had not yet gotten up.

Zhu Zhanji looked terrified. He seemed to have guessed what Zhu Gaochi was going to do. Before he could get up and run away, a dark shadow swooped down and enveloped him.

Zhu Gaochi was beaming with pride; most of his pent-up frustration had vanished.

He clapped his hands, listening to Zhu Zhanji's cries for help from inside the vat, and felt a surge of satisfaction.

Nephew, you should try the clay pot chicken too!

Then his gaze fell upon Zhu Di.

You old man, trying to paint me empty promises? Are you the emperor?

While Zhu Di was looking at the water vat where Zhu Zhanji was crying for help, Zhu Gaoxu suddenly appeared in front of Zhu Di and, under Zhu Di's glare that seemed to say, "Are you crazy?", boldly unleashed his signature move—the sweeping leg kick.

With a "bang," Zhu Di fell to the ground, sprawled on his back.

Amidst the disbelief and disbelief of the crowd, Zhu Gaochi burst into wild laughter.

That was awesome!! So awesome!!

During the Wude era,

Li Shimin and his brothers, their playful nature aroused, began practicing this special skill designed to deal with the emperor in the courtyard.

Having served in battle, they quickly mastered this skill.

Li Jiancheng was eager to try it out; he desperately wanted to test this tactic on Li Shimin to avenge his deep-seated hatred.

Zhu Gaochi once said, "When Emperor Taizong of Tang carried the crown prince's head, the world changed drastically!"

Besides, he has already given up the position of crown prince. Does that mean he can't even try a sweeping leg kick?

Li Shimin felt a chill run down his spine when he saw the way Li Jiancheng was staring at him. He practiced this technique not because he wanted to be swept away by a sweeping leg kick.

He took a slight step back, creating some distance between himself and Li Jiancheng.

If their relationship were still as bad as before, he wouldn't feel any psychological pressure at all; he wouldn't even mind having his head chopped off.

But things are different now; he's my dear older brother!

"Brother, why don't we go to the palace?"

Li Shimin proposed a new idea.

The best way to prevent yourself from being attacked is to create a common external enemy.

That's right, Grandpa is still the emperor, so you have to use the sweeping leg kick on the emperor.

The two hit it off immediately and headed towards the palace side by side.

Eastern Wei,

Emperor Xiaojing, Yuan Shanjian, looked utterly unwilling.

He disliked drinking, especially drinking with these usurpers and traitors.

"Drinking from this small glass isn't enjoyable!"

Gao Cheng drank his wine, his gaze shifting to Yuan Shanjian.

"Why isn't Your Majesty drinking? Is it because you find the wine cup too small?"

He immediately gave instructions to the servants nearby.

"Someone, bring a larger cup!!"

Gao Cheng raised his large cup high, "Your Majesty, I invite you to drink!"

Perhaps it was the emperor's triumphant appearance on the screen, wielding real power, that irritated Yuan Shanjian, for he spoke with resentment.

"Since ancient times, no country has ever escaped destruction. What's the point of me being emperor?"

Gao Cheng was furious. "I told you to drink, but you refused. Are you disrespecting me?"

"I, I, I, you dog-legged emperor!"

He immediately stood up, went to Yuan Shan, his face grim, and kicked him off the table.

"Cui Jishu, beat him up!" he shouted, then turned and left.

Cui Jishu, who had been standing by, had long disliked Yuan Shanjian. He grinned maliciously and rubbed his fists as he stepped forward.

"Bang Bang Bang!"

After three punches, Yuan Shanjian's face was bruised and swollen. Cui Jishu was still not satisfied, so he swept his leg, knocking Yuan Shanjian, who was struggling to get up, down again.

On this day, Cui Jishu's martial arts skills reached the pinnacle, surpassing even the title of "King of Fighters."

It wasn't just royalty and nobility; even among ordinary people, when fathers and sons had conflicts, they began to frequently use Zhu Gaochi's sweeping leg technique.

The main thing is that this sweeping leg kick is really useful; it's not only unexpected, but also very satisfying.

During the Hongwu era,

Zhu Yuanzhang looked smugly at Zhu Di lying on the ground.

You dared to bully my good grandson, you even bullied two of them!

It must be said that Zhu Yuanzhang really liked the martial arts invented by his great-grandson Zhu Gaoxu, and he felt that it was the perfect tool to use on his rebellious son Zhu Di!

Zhu Di was filled with grief and indignation. Why was he being held accountable for the things that later generations did? Even if he became emperor later, he wouldn't be the one to suffer the consequences.

He's definitely not going to become emperor.

Besides, didn't he do a pretty good job after becoming emperor? He didn't let the Ming Dynasty perish after only two generations.

Why be so harsh on him!

This is not fair!

On the screen, the image flickered, clearly indicating that something new was about to happen.

Now it's time to talk about my Great Song Dynasty, isn't it?

Zhao Kuangyin was filled with hope, and he was eager to know what had happened to the Song Dynasty after him.

In particular, the question of how Zhao Guangyi became emperor was something that really piqued his interest.

He couldn't just kill Zhao Guangyi directly; that was his own brother. He needed a reason before he did it.

Please, I beg you, this time you absolutely have to talk about the Song Dynasty!!

A ripple appeared in the sky, and what appeared was not any dynasty or script, but a girl dressed in Miao ethnic clothing.

Her eyes were curved, and when she smiled, they narrowed into crescent moons. She just smiled at the people in front of the sky.

The smile seemed to strike straight to the hearts of the ancients; they had never seen anything like it before.

Later generations have undergone generations of genetic optimization, resulting in an overall level of attractiveness that surpasses that of ancient times, not to mention that this is also a numerical anomaly.

Sitting still, squinting at you with a sweet smile, who could resist that!

"This...is this what people from later generations look like? How can they be so beautiful?!"

"Her smile is so sweet!!"

"If I could spend a night with this woman, I'd die happy!"

"How could it be your turn?"

His friend next to him immediately made a sarcastic remark: "I was thinking the same thing, but you should get in line at the back."

In a large courtyard, an elderly man in fine clothes stood with a worried expression.

Why does my son prefer men to women?

He's my only son! Is my family line going to end?!

"father!!"

A handsome, somewhat frail-looking young man barged into the house.

"I think I'm acting strangely; I've actually developed a bit of a crush on that woman in the sky!!"

The man's father was overjoyed, which is perfectly normal!

Heaven has eyes! Thank you, Heaven, for letting my son fall in love with a woman!