Sky Curtain: My Great Qin must have an aircraft carrier!

The comparison image in the sky wasn't finished yet.

The video gets to the point, with a serious voiceover resounding throughout the land.

Many netizens commented that Mango and Zhu Yuanzhang look so alike that they can't tell them apart.

Today, let me teach you step-by-step how to quickly distinguish between these two things.

Let's start with the appearance.

Mangoes are brightly colored, golden or orange-red throughout, with smooth skin and a delicate feel.

[In contrast, Zhu Yuanzhang's face was uneven, covered with numerous pockmarks, and had appendages such as a mouth, ears, and eyes, making him appear much rougher.]

Secondly, let's differentiate them by taste.

[A bite of mango is bursting with juice and a sweet, fruity aroma that fills your mouth.]

[The one who would exterminate your entire family if he took a bite was Zhu Yuanzhang.]

"Puha—"

Zhu Gang couldn't hold back any longer and spat out a mouthful of tea.

Zhu Shuang turned his back, his shoulders shaking violently, refusing to face his father directly.

Zhu Biao couldn't hold back any longer; his face contorted in pain as he desperately tried to suppress his laughter.

Only Zhu Di had a complex expression; he found it funny, but didn't dare to laugh.

Empress Ma stood to the side, her lips pressed tightly together, but her eyes betrayed everything.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked around, and every face on everyone's face seemed to say the same thing—he felt suffocated.

"Laugh! Everyone, laugh!" Old Zhu roared. "What are you holding back for? Do you think we're blind?!"

After that shout, no one dared to laugh anymore.

Next, we will classify and compare them based on their biological attributes.

Mangoes belong to the plant kingdom, the Anacardiaceae family, and the Mango genus. They originated in India and were later introduced to the Central Plains region of China. They are considered tropical fruits.

Zhu Yuanzhang was a mammal, primate, hominid, native to Zhongli, Haozhou, and was an extremely rare politician.

If you can't learn any of the above methods, don't worry, there's one last trick—look at the price.

Mangoes are affordable, delicious, and inexpensive; you can buy them whenever you want.

Zhu Yuanzhang is extremely rare and has immense historical research value; only one such figure appears once every six hundred years... well, he's priceless.

The narrator added a cheerful sentence at the end.

Have you learned this useful little trick? (Just kidding!)

A cartoon dog head emoji pops up in the bottom right corner of the screen, sticking out its tongue and looking cheeky.

……

Zhu Yuanzhang sat on the dragon throne, motionless.

There was no outburst of anger, no throwing things, no slamming of the table.

He just sat there, his eyes fixed straight ahead, his pupils somewhat unfocused.

Empress Ma stepped forward and tentatively called out, "Zhongba?"

"We're fine."

Zhu Yuanzhang looked pained. "I just can't understand it. Of all the emperors—Qin Shi Huang, Emperor Wu of Han, Emperor Taizong of Tang, and Emperor Taizu of Song—why is it that they're only targeting me?"

"What sins did we commit in our past lives?"

He spoke with such a pitiful tone, completely unlike the decisive and ruthless Emperor Hongwu he usually was.

Zhu Biao stepped forward, wanting to offer advice but unsure where to begin.

You can't exactly say, "Father, you do have a very distinctive look," can you?

Zhu Yuanzhang rubbed his temples and leaned back on the dragon throne: "Alright, alright, let's stop watching and go to sleep."

"Let them make up stories if they want. Anyway, they can't cut down that canopy. Getting angry about it is just a waste of our lifespan."

Empress Ma chuckled beside her and quickly covered her mouth with her sleeve.

"What are you laughing at!"

"I wasn't laughing, I was coughing."

Zhu Yuanzhang glared at the empress, wanting to curse but unable to bring himself to do so. In the end, he flung his sleeves and stormed off.

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During the Yongle reign, Zhu Di, his face ashen, pointed at the sky and roared, "Absurd! How dare you joke about my father! Even if you are an immortal, you cannot be so presumptuous!"

"Someone, get this..."

At this point, Zhu Di himself got stuck.

What could he do? Forbid the people of the world from raising their heads?

If this order were issued, it would likely become the biggest joke of all time.

"Alas, the great ancestor was wise and mighty; how could a mere tattered painting erase his glory?"

Zhu Di could only console himself, then said to Yao Guangxiao beside him, "Daoyan, this matter must not be spread in the palace from now on. Anyone who dares to bring up mangoes will have their head chopped off."

After listening, Yao Guangxiao simply bowed slightly and said, "Your Majesty, rest assured, I have remembered it."

Other dynasties did not react as strongly.

But after the initial amusement, many emperors unanimously discovered another layer of meaning.

The emperor showed no reverence whatsoever for imperial power.

If you can make fun of the Ming emperor today, you can make fun of other emperors tomorrow.

As those commoners gazed at the sky, how much reverence for imperial power remained in their hearts?

The people of the world, on the other hand, were caught in a rollercoaster of emotions, between astonishment, wild laughter, and fear.

In a teahouse in the Qing Dynasty, several Manchu youths were laughing so hard they were doubled over, clapping the table and cheering.

"Oh my goodness, these Ming Dynasty emperors are so ugly! They look like pig kidneys!"

"Haha, execute nine generations of their family! That's hilarious!"

The old gentleman next to him couldn't stand it any longer and snorted coldly, "Watch your words!"

Several young people turned around, looking indignant: "We're talking about the emperor of the previous dynasty, not the current emperor!"

The old gentleman blew on the tea foam and said slowly, "Emperors of the previous dynasty were still emperors."

"If the inspector hears this, he'll accuse you of utter disrespect. How many of you have enough heads to chop off?"

The moment those words were spoken, the teahouse fell silent.

The Manchu youths exchanged glances, their eyes filled with lingering fear.

Yes, the knife of literary inquisition still hangs over everyone's neck.

……

In the hot pot restaurant, Lu Li gave the video a thumbs up, feeling quite satisfied.

"Brother, your sense of humor is too low." Meng Cheng shook his head helplessly and put the hot tripe into his bowl.

"You don't understand, that's called the fun of history."

Lu Li picked up some tripe and stuffed it into his mouth, then casually slid his finger upwards.

The title of the next video was clearly visible to everyone under the sky.

[After passing the imperial examination, it was discovered that I was privately maintaining 50 heavy cavalry. Will I be disqualified from the Jinshi degree?]

"How many!?"

Li Shimin counted it several times to make sure he hadn't misread it, and he was completely dumbfounded.

Dude, 500,000? And heavy cavalry?!

If you could turn the Tang Dynasty upside down and still manage to gather 100,000 cavalry, you'd be lucky to do so. Yet you've managed to support 500,000 all by yourself.

If you have this ability, why would you even bother taking the imperial examination?

Even if he wanted to become the retired emperor, Li Shimin could only grit his teeth and accept it!

"This fellow commands 500,000 heavy cavalry, and he's still going to take the imperial examination?"

Cheng Yaojin, rubbing his chin, remarked, "With 500,000 heavy cavalry, let's just storm Chang'an!"

"Old Cheng, watch your words!" Changsun Wuji glared at him.

"I was referring to that person who stormed Chang'an, not me—"

Li Shimin shook his head helplessly: "Don't bother writing this down, this must be the immortal talking nonsense when he was drunk."

Mongolian grasslands.

Genghis Khan, who was galloping on horseback, was so amused by the title on the sky that he almost fell off his horse.

"Five hundred thousand cavalry?"

He figured that if he worked hard, it wouldn't be impossible for him to gather 500,000 cavalry.

But what's the point of doing this?

Cavalrymen aren't made of stone; their daily needs for eating, drinking, and relieving themselves are considerable.

If we were to encounter a snowstorm or natural disaster, we'd probably starve to death first.

Genghis Khan pointed his whip at the sky and laughed loudly at Muqali.

"This sky is truly interesting; its ambition is even greater than that of the Eternal Heaven."

Mu Huali laughed along, "If we had 500,000 heavy cavalry, what would be the point of taking the imperial examinations? We could just make the emperor roll down."

"That's right!" Genghis Khan laughed heartily. "If this man had been born in our Mongolia, just based on his ability to boast, I would definitely appoint him as a commander of ten thousand!"

"But before he takes office, I need to ask him some questions—"

The Khan paused, then shouted loudly in Mongolian:

"Where is your horse grazing?!"