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

"No wonder it couldn't be done. If my boss did it like that, I'd be considered loyal if I didn't resign that day."

Lu Li took a sip of the soda and found it increasingly absurd.

The father and son, Zhu and Da Zhu, didn't treat their subordinates as human beings at all.

People used to lament that if Zheng He's voyages to the Western Ocean had continued, the Ming Dynasty could have caught up with the Age of Exploration and rewritten the world order.

Now that he has seen the whole story, Lu Li only wants to say one thing—it was inevitable that the project would fail.

If you don't offer concessions to your subordinates, why should they support you?

When Zhu Di was alive, he used his power to suppress the people, and they dared not speak out against him.

Once he kicks the bucket, his death and the end of his regime will be a foregone conclusion.

It's not a historical regret, it's purely a management failure.

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"Okay, another good meal."

Lu Li happily accepted the red envelope and continued swiping down the screen.

The cover image for the new video popped up.

The three figures stand side by side, the painting style is gloomy and full of murderous intent.

On the left is a burly man dressed in a yellow robe with a full beard, clutching a bloodstained curved knife in his hand.

In the middle stood a man with a lean face, dressed in a black military uniform, his azure eyes filled with a cold, murderous intent.

On the right is a general in full armor, the bloodstains on his armor dried black, his face calm.

Bo Ran's murderous intent pierced through the sky and crashed directly onto the heads of people throughout history.

The generals of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms all looked up, feeling that these eyes and expressions were all too familiar.

"Good heavens, they're all butchers!"

Zhu Wen squinted and let out a strange laugh.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, several lines of large characters slowly appeared.

[If you can't have it, destroy it: Famous students who failed their college entrance exams]

"A student who failed the exam?"

Emperors before the Sui Dynasty, such as Ying Zheng, Liu Bang, and Liu Xiu, all showed expressions of doubt.

What is this?

They lived in a dynasty without the imperial examination system, so they couldn't understand the meaning of failing the exam.

But for some reason, I had a vague feeling that this thing was very important!

When Zhao Kuangyin saw that he had failed the exam, he immediately thought of someone and frowned deeply.

If it is him, then he does fit the description of the sky.

Zhu Yuanzhang, who also came from a humble background and harbored deep prejudices against bureaucrats, immediately guessed what was going on.

"So it was that traitor, huh? He certainly is a notorious failure in the imperial examinations..."

Zhu Yuanzhang sneered, knowing who Tianmu was going to talk about next.

What exactly does it mean that the screen is playing this?

Is this meant to encourage the people to learn? If everyone rebels, what will become of us!

Zhu Yuanzhang would never allow such a spark that threatened the foundation of the nation to spread on his land.

"Mao Xiang, from now on, all the candidates who fail the imperial examinations should be kept under close surveillance by the various prefectures."

"Who complains after drinking, who writes poems to grumble about the court, who gathers together to recklessly discuss national affairs..."

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes flashed coldly as he uttered four words: "Kill them without mercy!"

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The sky gradually turned dark red, and the suppressed drumbeats were like a heartbeat, heavy and rapid.

The chilling aura of war and battle penetrated the screen, striking directly at everyone's faces.

When autumn comes on the ninth day of the ninth month, my flowers bloom and all others wither. Their fragrance fills Chang'an, and the whole city is adorned in golden armor.

The characters are beautiful, the brushstrokes are wildly unrestrained to the extreme, and every stroke, whether horizontal, vertical, or diagonal, is full of resentment.

For scholars and writers of all dynasties, the first reaction upon reading this poem was not fear, but awe.

This poem is so well written that it makes one forget it is a seditious poem.

"When my flower blooms, all other flowers wither..."

Su Shi read it once in a tavern in Bianjing, put down his wine cup, and shook his head.

Those who can write such sentences will either be remembered in history or their blood will flow like a river.

Clearly, Huang Chao chose the latter.

[The author of this poem should be familiar to everyone. Please welcome General Huang Chao, the terminator of aristocratic families and the gravedigger of the Li Tang imperial family!]

In the picture, a figure walks out from a sea of ​​flowers.

He was dressed in a yellow robe, with a full beard, and his eyes were full of arrogance.

It's not feigned arrogance, but rather the last thing left after all the gentleness, kindness, respect, frugality, and modesty have vanished, betrayed by the world.

Huang Chao was a representative figure who stormed Chang'an after failing the imperial examinations. He slaughtered all the royal family and ministers in Chang'an and threw their corpses into the streets.

A later poet lamented: "The imperial treasury burned to ashes, the streets were trodden with the bones of high officials."

"Huang Chao!!?"

Li Shimin clenched his fists, cold sweat breaking out on his back.

The gravedigger of the Li Tang royal family pierced his heart like a sharp sword, leaving him breathless for a moment.

He recalled how Yang Jian had slaughtered the Yuwen family, and how Yuwen Hua had eliminated Yang Guang completely.

Is the executioner's blade finally about to fall on the Li family?

The imperial street is trodden with the bones of nobles and officials...

A violent wave of dizziness washed over Li Shimin, causing him to sway and even the Golden Palace before his eyes began to spin.

Is it too late for me to send the direct descendants of the Li family to escape and develop in the harsh and cold frontier?

Stay far away, whatever you do, don't let Huang Chao find you...

"Ah Ye."

Princess Changle quickly walked to Li Shimin's side, grabbed his hand, and looked worried.

"Father, your face is so pale. Are you feeling unwell? Should I go and call the imperial physician?"

Li Shimin reached out and rubbed his daughter's head, forcing a smile.

"It's nothing, Father is just feeling a little...unwell."

Princess Chang Le pouted, "That Huang Chao is so fierce, what does he have to do with Father? Father is a good emperor."

Li Shimin smiled, lifted Princess Changle onto his lap, and sat her down, his mind filled with countless thoughts.

He knew very well that rebellion was the last desperate roar of the people when they were driven to the brink of despair.

The problem is that those descendants are his bloodline.

Li Shimin remained silent for a long time before finally speaking with difficulty: "If the emperor is tyrannical, the people will rise up against him; this is only natural."

"I will take this as a lesson, diligently govern, and win the hearts of the people."

At this moment, all the powerful families and clans saw what was happening on the sky, and chaos ensued.

"Huang Chao? Whose bastard is this, daring to bear such a rebellious name!"

"Investigate! Investigate for me! Leave no one alive in the world named Huang Chao! Better to kill three thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free!"

Almost simultaneously, messengers from various noble families rode swift horses out of the manor.

The officials felt a chill run down their spines upon hearing the phrase "the streets are littered with the bones of officials and nobles," as if the shadow of death were looming over them.

If you want to rebel, then rebel. We have no objection to killing the emperor, but what kind of logic is it to kill all the ministers?

What did we do to you?

Collecting taxes, governing the country, building city walls—which of these doesn't require people to do it?

What good would it do you to kill us all?

The officials and civil servants of the court grew increasingly disheartened, unable to find a solution.

Huang Chao, standing amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, grinned.

What other reason could there be? Of course, it's because it feels great!!

Killing all these people who look down on me feels so damn good!

Indeed, it's easier to conquer Chang'an than to pass the imperial examinations.

In fact, Huang Chao's historical reputation is not good; he can be summarized as a despicable salt smuggler, a terrifying cannibalistic demon, and a heartless butcher.

Huang Chao has been vilified for over a thousand years, a situation that only began to change with the advent of the new China.

What exactly did Huang Chao do that made the ruling class so resentful, wishing they could trample him a thousand times over and never let him rise again?

The instructor looked at the sky, then turned to the young-looking guard beside him and asked:

"Young comrade, what do you think is the reason?"

The young guard, his blood boiling and face flushed with excitement, exclaimed, "Those powerful families oppress the common people, they prey on the villagers, why can't they be killed?"

"Didn't that guy named... Chen Guang say, 'Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?' Does that mean the lives of the gentry are more noble than those of us commoners?"

The teacher corrected him: "It's Chen Sheng, not Chen Guang."

The guard scratched his head, looking somewhat embarrassed.

The instructor stubbed out his cigarette and finally spoke slowly: "From the perspective of class struggle, Huang Chao's actions had their legitimacy."

"His appearance proves that the Tang Dynasty has lost the hearts of the people and the foundation of its rule."

"This is a violent resistance by oppressed peasants against their oppressors."

"But we can't ignore the fact that he was a bandit and he killed people indiscriminately; those things were wrong."

The guard seemed to understand, but his tone was hesitant: "Was Huang Chao considered a hero?"

Looking out at the pitch-black night, the instructor said softly, "He may not be a hero, but he represents the millions of people who couldn't survive; he is a tragedy of our time."

"What we need to do is prevent this tragedy from happening again."