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

Ying Zheng's eyes were cold and sharp as knives as he gave a cold shout to the two people below the stage.

"Hu Hai and Zhao Gao!"

"Your subject/your son is here!"

Upon hearing Ying Zheng's stern shout, Hu Hai and Zhao Gao were so frightened that they immediately knelt down, not daring to utter a sound.

Seeing the cold glint and murderous intent in Ying Zheng's eyes, Hu Hai hurriedly tried to defend himself.

"Your son will surely govern the country well in the future, and will not fail your father's expectations. He will never..."

"Shut up."

Ying Zheng tapped the armrest with his fingers, no longer looking at Hu Hai, but instead staring up at the sky.

"The sky is still there; I will see what happens in the future sooner or later."

"Hu Hai, you had better be able to live up to the responsibilities of the Great Qin. If I find out that you have ruined the foundation of our ancestors, I will not let you off lightly."

Hu Hai lay prostrate on the ground, his undergarment soaked with cold sweat.

He enjoys cockfighting and dog racing, and indulges in fine wine and food; at most, he's just not doing his proper job.

Surely we wouldn't lose the Qin Dynasty?

Among so many descendants of founding emperors, there are bound to be a few who are incompetent. Even if I am not as good as Fusu, I won't be too far off.

Hu Hai tried to comfort himself, but his legs still trembled uncontrollably.

Zhao Gao kept his head very low, hiding the panic in his eyes.

Tianmu said that if Huhai became emperor, he, as Huhai's teacher, would soon rise to the highest position in the court.

The problem is—Ying Zheng is not dead yet.

If I do something really bad in the future, my head could be gone in the blink of an eye.

With his forehead pressed against the brick, Zhao Gao's mind was racing with only one thought:

God help me, I hope I won't do anything stupid in the future.

Lu Li burst into laughter on his bed in the dormitory, unable to resist making a funny comment.

"This blogger's summary is so insightful. The Qin Dynasty was indeed a case of debuting at its peak."

"But speaking of which, there are actually a few unlucky people in history who are just as unfortunate as the Qin Dynasty."

besides?

Upon hearing Lu Li's words, all the emperors after the Qin Dynasty felt a chill run down their spines.

The Qin Dynasty only lasted two generations, yet there were similar dynasties? Who could they be?

Apart from a few relatively stable rulers like Liu Bang, Li Shimin, and Zhu Yuanzhang, everyone else was on tenterhooks.

Could their own dynasty also be destined to perish after only two generations?

Who is it? Tell me quickly!

Inside the Renshou Palace of the Sui Dynasty Imperial Palace.

The calming incense from the incense burner rose gently, but Yang Jian still felt inexplicably uneasy.

He wiped the sweat from his brow, looked at Dugu Jialuo who was seated on her throne, and said softly, "Guanyinbi, the dynasty that the immortal mentioned, could it be our Great Sui Dynasty?"

At this point, Yang Jian also felt somewhat uneasy.

After all, no matter how powerful the founding emperor is, he can't stop his spendthrift son.

He initiated the Kaihuang Era of Prosperity and considered himself to have made outstanding achievements, but he felt inexplicably uneasy.

Dugu Jialuo pursed her lips, but still spoke words of comfort: "Your Majesty is overthinking it. The Sui Dynasty has a strong army and a full treasury. How could it repeat the mistakes of the tyrannical Qin Dynasty?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian felt half relieved.

But Dugu Jialuo quickly added, "However—"

"But what?"

"You know what's going on with Yang Yong, that kid."

Dugu Jialuo turned her prayer beads, speaking calmly and slowly, "He indulges in women all day long, favors his concubines over his wife, and neglects his duties in court. He is truly incapable of being of great use."

"What if he really follows the same path as Hu Hai? Wouldn't all our hard work be in vain?"

Upon hearing these words, Yang Jian frowned slightly.

He was naturally very clear about Yang Yong's actions and had repeatedly warned him against them.

Unfortunately, Yang Yong was a blockhead; he agreed on the surface, but then went back to doing things his own way.

How can someone with such character govern a country well?

Yang Jian was furious with his eldest son for his lack of ambition.

Why don't I have a child as outstanding as Zhu Di? It's so frustrating.

Yang Jian pondered for a long time, and finally sighed: "Let's observe for a while. If he is still so hopeless, then we will do as the Empress says."

Dugu Jialuo lowered her eyes, having already made up her mind.

She had long harbored resentment towards Yang Yong, and now, with the Tianmu (Heavenly Gate) as an excellent pretext, it was only natural to push Yang Guang to the position of Crown Prince.

As the video finished playing, the sky gradually darkened and vanished into nothingness.

Those dynasties whose names were not mentioned by the heavens exchanged bewildered glances with their ministers, feeling quite displeased.

Li Shimin waited and waited, but the name of the Tang Dynasty never appeared.

He glanced at Li Chengqian, who was sitting absentmindedly in the corner, and frowned slightly.

Could it be that in the future, the Tang Dynasty will produce a figure like Hu Hai?

That's probably impossible. Li Chengqian had Empress Zhangsun to teach him and famous ministers like Wei Zheng, Fang Xuanling, and Li Ji to assist him.

He's far better than Hu Hai no matter how you look at it.

Meanwhile, in Weiyang Palace, Liu Bang continued to gnaw on a duck leg, completely unaware of the tension felt by the other emperors.

Empress Lü, watching from the side, finally couldn't hold back any longer: "Tianmu has already said that the dynasty will perish after only two generations, why aren't you worried at all?"

"What's the rush? Children and grandchildren have their own lives to live. Why are you worrying about this?"

Liu Bang swallowed the duck meat in his mouth and wiped his hands nonchalantly: "Besides, even if your son is bad, he can't be as bad as that idiot Hu Hai, right?"

"If that still doesn't work, there's always you, Eko!"

Upon hearing this, Lü Zhi's eyes flashed with astonishment.

She never expected that Liu Bang would trust her so much.

Empress Lü stared at Liu Bang for a long while, and finally simply said, "I understand."

Liu Bang chuckled and picked up a duck leg to gnaw on.

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For the next few months, the sky never lit up again.

The ancients were so anxious waiting that they lost all interest in working in the fields and spent their days sitting on small stools in the courtyard, gazing at the sky.

At first, I wasn't used to it, but then I accepted it—even immortals need to rest.

But every night, some people crane their necks to look at the sky, muttering, "Why isn't it light yet?"

Lu Li, on the other hand, hasn't dared to slack off at all these past few days because of her major courses.

After all, failing a course is a really unpleasant experience!

After finally making it to the weekend, Lu Li finished her homework and lay down on the bed.

"Finally finished writing! My happiness is back!"

He took out his phone, opened a short video platform, and started scrolling.

The moment Lu Li opened the video, the sky above the ancient dynasties once again shone with brilliance.

"Look! The immortal is back!"

The people stopped what they were doing, looked up at the sky, their eyes filled with curiosity.

After all, there aren't many entertainment options on weekdays, so the canopy is really interesting!

"What rare item will the immortal release this time?"

"Who cares? If they can turn air into food, what can't an immortal do?"

"If we take a closer look, maybe we can absorb some of the divine energy and be blessed with a good harvest this year."

Everyone was laughing and chatting, and all the work they were doing came to a stop.

The auntie selling steamed buns at the village entrance also came out with her steamer basket, wiping her hands as she craned her neck to look.

The storyteller in the teahouse slammed his gavel down: "Ladies and gentlemen, take a break! The immortal is about to begin his tale!"

All the tea drinkers rushed to the door, standing on tiptoe to look up at the sky.

Lu Li swiped through the videos, skipping over several review videos, and finally spotted a title that interested him.

How did Chinese people learn Chinese characters before the advent of pinyin?

"That seems to be true. People in ancient times didn't even have pinyin. How did they learn to read? Did they rely entirely on rote memorization?"

Lu Li became interested and tapped the screen with his finger.

Countless ancient people who were learning to read, studying, and copying scriptures all raised their heads at the same time.