Sky Curtain: The opening scene explains the four major cases of the Ming Dynasty plus the early Ming

Three whole days.

The sky of the myriad worlds and timelines resembled a piece of lifeless black iron.

That sky, connecting the past and the future, and revealing countless historical scars, has never lit up.

In the modern live streaming room, although there was no video feed, the number of online viewers unusually exceeded ten million.

In the black screen's comment section, text scrolled wildly like a waterfall.

"Where's Jun-ge? It's been days! Even the donkeys in the production team don't dare to rest like this!"

"Could something really have happened? I've heard that several independent scholars researching Ming Dynasty history have recently encountered 'accidents'."

"Yes! The blogger who serialized 'The Truth About Chenghua' on the forum was hit by a dump truck on his way home the night before last, and he's still in the ICU!"

"Holy crap! Is the capitalists covering their mouths? Or did those 'academic cliques' make their move? Jun-ge has been assassinated with a musket before; his current situation is definitely very dangerous!"

"Brother Jun, please don't get hurt! I just finished tearing up my copy of the History of Ming Dynasty, and I'm waiting to see him review the Hongzhi reign!"

The concerns expressed by the viewers are not unfounded.

As "spiritual vision" was activated on a small scale, more and more people who came into contact with the truth of history became aware of the unseen undercurrents in the real world.

Those vested interests who have made their fortunes by praising the civil service and distorting history are launching a fierce counterattack.

At the same time, the atmosphere in each dynasty was extremely oppressive.

During the Hongwu reign of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't even bear to look at the memorials anymore.

He walked back and forth on the jade steps outside the Fengtian Hall with his hands behind his back, occasionally glancing up at the gray sky.

Old Zhu's brows furrowed into a tight knot.

"Biao'er, do you think those kids from later generations might really be harmed by the disciples and followers of those pedantic scholars?"

Zhu Biao stood to the side, his face also somewhat pale.

"Father, in later generations, firearms are more powerful, and people's hearts are even more treacherous. That child has stripped the civil officials bare for the sake of our Ming Dynasty's reputation, which will surely bring him a vicious revenge."

Zhu Yuanzhang slammed his fist into the white marble railing.

"Damn it!"

"Our descendants, the descendants of the Zhu family, are still suffering the humiliation of these bastards in later generations!"

"If we could travel through time, we'd definitely take 100,000 iron cavalry and tear those assassination-mongering bastards to pieces!"

Yongle Time and Space.

Zhu Di directly ordered the Embroidered Uniform Guard to impose martial law throughout the capital.

He always felt that the assassination of Zhu Dijun in later generations was exactly the same as the methods used by the civil official group to deal with Wang Zhi back then.

"My Great Ming Dynasty must never again allow these people to rule with absolute power!"

Not just the Ming Dynasty.

Liu Che of the Han Dynasty, Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty, and Ying Zheng of the Qin Dynasty.

These emperors, who were considered great rulers throughout history, would frequently look up at the sky during their breaks from their official duties.

They had grown accustomed to the young man from later generations, Zhu Dijun, using the most scathing language to dispel the fog of history for them.

If this voice were to disappear, it would be a disaster for the entire Chinese civilization.

Just as the anxiety in the myriad worlds was about to reach a critical point.

hum-

A deep hum suddenly exploded in everyone's minds.

Immediately afterwards, the sky that had been silent for three days suddenly burst forth with a blinding white light!

In countless worlds and timelines, billions of living beings simultaneously stopped what they were doing and stared intently at the sky.

The light dimmed.

Judy Jun's familiar face reappeared in the center of the screen.

He looked somewhat tired, with noticeable dark circles under his eyes, but his gaze was brighter and sharper than ever before.

"Jun-ge! You've finally come back to life!"

"Waaaaah, I thought you got hurt by a dump truck!"

"It's good that everyone's alright. Safety first, Jun-ge!"

The live stream was instantly flooded with enthusiastic comments.

Zhu Dijun looked at the screen, a somewhat tired smile appearing on his lips.

"Hello everyone, this is Zhu Dijun."

"I'm sorry to have worried everyone."

"I haven't been broadcasting these past few days not because I'm scared, nor because I've been 'physically eliminated' by anyone."

He picked up the thermos beside him and took a big gulp of strong tea.

"These past few days, I've been frantically researching and cross-referencing various detailed archives about Emperor Xiaozong of Ming, Zhu Youcheng, known as the 'benevolent ruler of all time.'"

Upon hearing this name, Zhu Dijun's face instantly darkened.

"I didn't know until I saw it, and the more I see, the angrier I get!"

"This 'restorate ruler,' lauded to the skies in history books, did things that could drive anyone crazy!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Youcheng of the Hongzhi era trembled, and his vermilion brush fell directly onto the memorial.

Liu Jian, the Grand Secretary behind him, almost collapsed to his knees.

coming!

This jinx of later generations finally put a knife to the neck of their Hongzhi dynasty!

However, Zhu Dijun on the sky suddenly changed the subject.

"However, before we officially begin talking about Zhu Youcheng, this heavyweight 'oddball,' let's change things up today."

"My head is throbbing from researching these past few days, and I'm sure you've all been on edge with me for just as long."

"Let's start by listening to some truly unconventional historical accounts to relax a bit."

Upon hearing the words "unofficial history".

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the heroes of the Jian'an era turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Cao Cao was holding a wine cup when his wrist suddenly trembled, spilling wine all over himself.

"Again?"

"My headaches are acting up again!"

Liu Bei sighed in Jingzhou and silently covered his face.

Sun Quan drew his sword and smashed the table in front of him.

They are always the hardest hit areas for later generations to compile "unofficial histories".

What Cao Cao's hobbies, what Liu Bei throwing his child, what Sun Quan's 100,000?

They have been persecuted to the point of being completely destroyed!

If they had the means to travel through time, these warlords from the Three Kingdoms would definitely have joined forces to form a massive army, rushed into the modern era, and beaten Zhu Dijun for three days and three nights.

On the sky, Zhu Dijun seemed to sense the resentment of the heroes of the Three Kingdoms and suddenly grinned.

"Don't worry, everyone."

"This time, we won't wreak havoc on the Three Kingdoms."

Upon hearing this, a chorus of relieved exclamations rang out under the sky of Jian'an Time and Space.

Cao Cao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, Liu Bei lowered his hand from his face, and Sun Quan silently sheathed his sword.

Immediately afterwards, these ruthless tyrants, who had just been on tenterhooks, put on a gloating expression.

As long as we don't take stock of them, who cares which unlucky soul gets hit by the arrow!

It would be best to take stock of those emperors from later generations who always claimed to be the legitimate rulers, and let them taste the bitterness of social death!

"This time, we're going to talk about unofficial history that couldn't be more authentic."

Zhu Dijun tapped the table, his tone becoming quite amused.

Why do you say that?

"Because to someone who doesn't know the facts, these things would sound like completely made-up stories."

"But these are all historical events clearly recorded in history books, events that truly happened!"

He snapped his fingers.

The image on the screen instantly switched, displaying a huge title.

[Episode 1: The Historical Running Man Team!]

Emperors and common people throughout countless worlds and timelines all looked at this novel term with puzzlement.

Running Man cast?

What does this mean?

Zhu Dijun explained with a smile.

"The term 'Running Man' literally means 'a man who runs fast.'"

"Throughout China's thousands of years of history, there have been many emperors and generals who fled after losing battles."

"But those who can run with style, creativity, and lasting fame are extremely rare."

"When it comes to Running Man, there's definitely one person who comes to mind first."

Zhu Dijun had just finished speaking.

The first year of the Kaibao era of the Great Song Dynasty.

Zhao Kuangyin's eyelids suddenly twitched violently.

He turned his head and stared intently at his younger brother, Zhao Guangyi, who was kneeling outside the hall and had just been released from confinement.

Zhao Guangyi was trembling like a leaf.

He had a very ominous premonition.

Sure enough, Judy Jun on the sky mercilessly uttered that name.

"That's right, it's the same one we mentioned before, the disgrace to Emperor Taizong of Song, the 'God of Chariots' at Gaoliang River—Emperor Taizong of Song, Zhao Guangyi!"

"Two hundred li by donkey cart in one night, I will not fail the Song Dynasty, nor you!"

puff!

In the Tang Dynasty era, Cheng Yaojin spat out a mouthful of wine and burst into laughter, clutching his stomach.

"The God of the Donkey Cart! Old Cheng laughs every time he hears that title!"

In the Ming Dynasty era, Zhu Di was also overjoyed.

"This Zhao Lao Er has really disgraced the Song Dynasty."

As Zhao Kuangyin sat on the dragon throne, he felt a sudden dizziness and his blood pressure surged to his head.

He pointed at Zhao Guangyi outside the hall, his fingers trembling.

"You...you beast! Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough?!"

Zhao Guangyi lay on the ground, crying his heart out.

"Your Majesty! That's a matter for future generations! Your humble servant hasn't run away yet!"

On the sky, Zhu Dijun waved his hand.

"However, today, our main character is not Zhao Guangyi."

"Although Zhao Guangyi runs fast, in terms of creativity and how disheveled he is, he has to be ranked a little behind in the Running Man team."

"Before the Northern Song Dynasty, during the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, there was another predecessor who came before him."

"This senior pioneered the concept of 'mount switching'."

The scene changes.

The place where the vast yellow sand meets the grassland.

A burly man, dressed in Khitan attire, was riding a tall camel, frantically whipping the reins.

The camel ran so fast it was foaming at the mouth, its hooves flying.

Zhu Dijun's voice rang out at the right moment, carrying a barely suppressed laugh.

"Let's give a warm welcome to the special guests from the first season of Running Man."

"The Camel Rider—Emperor Taizong of Liao, Yelü Deguang!"