In the Temple of Manna.

The prompt that suddenly popped up only made Li Shimin slightly surprised.

But for Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui and others, it was an out-and-out surprise.

Through the light curtain to peek into the future generations and know the world.

Knowing the future through the present and the future.

Inadvertently knew the means of blessing Huaxia, and after careful consideration, summarized the gains and losses of the millennium doctrine.

Therefore, the more they watched, the more Fang Xuanling and others complained to His Majesty:

Why don't you call your ministers early to watch the same?

One person counts short, and others count long, which is a simple truth.

And now the temple of manna can not be more clear:

In terms of military formation, His Majesty may be said to be unsurpassed in the ages.

However, for the engineering, arithmetic, craftsmanship techniques, and administrative details that later generations attached great importance to, His Majesty's level of knowledge is as appropriate as his evaluation of Emperor Zhaolie's ability to command troops:

"Haha"

Therefore, for the content of the light curtain that was missed before, Du Ruhui felt distressed every time he thought about it.

This heartache, combined with His Majesty's ambiguous and vague memories, became utter mere melancholy.

But fortunately, with the light curtain detailing the past, the frustration turned into a surprise again.

And the first thing to watch, for Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui, and the eldest grandson Wuji, the first three people to watch with His Majesty, there is almost no doubt:

Of course, I want to see the scenery of Chengdu in the future!

Du Ruhui still clearly remembered that His Majesty was behind watching this issue of light, and asked him what he thought of Du Fu's name.

The eldest grandson Wuji and Fang Xuanling also remember clearly, when they watched the first issue of "The Fire of Yiling, the Soul of Ji Han Extinguished" with His Majesty, they were full of shock.

But later His Majesty said that even if the battle of Yiling was interpreted by later generations, it was still slightly inferior to the scene of the Wuhou Temple in later generations.

But if you inquire carefully, it seems that it is difficult for Your Majesty to say one or two.

Now it's time to see for yourself what shocks you.

So under the resolution of the three princes, Du Ruhui did not shirk, went straight to the light curtain, lifted the pen without dipping it in ink, and wrote with the light curtain as paper:

"Memories of Shu Han in Chengdu"

……

In the Bianjing Palace, Zhao Kuangyin and the other three looked at the [Do you turn on the playback function?] The words are in a daze together.

Zhao Pu was still sitting steadily, while Zhao Guangyi was staring at his brother tightly, with a faint look of expectation in his eyes.

Zhao Kuangyin moved his neck slowly, then pressed his waist, got up and walked around the stone table twice.

In this process, Zhao Pu saw clearly, and His Royal Highness King Jin had gradually become a little more impatient on his face.

But this impatience was quickly diluted by the officials:

"Then take a look at it with Guangyi."

The light curtain cast on the ceiling was too far away, and after Zhao Kuangyin sat down again, he thought for a while, then stretched out his fingers to make a pen and wrote the word "open" on the stone table.

As he thought, the ripples rippling on the small light curtain on the stone table were also projected onto the large light curtain overhead, but the next content surprised several people.

[Playback function is on......

No paid records were detected and the playback feature was temporarily blocked......

The playback function failed to be enabled.

This is the end of this broadcast.

The next broadcast will be turned on three months later. 】

The magical light curtain suddenly disappeared, and Zhao Guangyi was suddenly a little heartbroken.

Zhao Kuangyin breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that his shoulders seemed to be a little lighter.

So Zhao Pu saw that the official family and the king of Jin started again, and the brothers and brothers were respectful.

One said that there was still a chance in the future, and the other said that he didn't really want to see it, but just thought about Zhao's foundation.

As for Zhao Pu himself, he frowned and pondered the words "no paid record detected" said by the light curtain.

The first thing he thought of was the notebook signed by Lu Su.

Could this be "paid"?

……

In the Manna Palace, except for Li Shimin, this is the first time for others to see the light curtain put the content background in the complete afterlife.

The skyscrapers of the buildings are like pillars.

The straight street is wide and wide, and the traffic is endless.

The people have their own style, bustling, like a great world.

At this moment, the light curtain seemed to become their eyes, and they did not hesitate to show everything they saw clearly in front of them.

Everyone greedily wanted to imprint everything they saw in their minds, but the light curtain only needed to change direction, and the magnificent scenery presented was enough to grab everyone's attention again.

Du Ruhui couldn't help but sigh:

"It is difficult to look at it for a moment, and it is difficult to remember it in detail."

Fang Xuanling carefully observed the details of the street buildings.

The eldest grandson, Wuji, noticed the commercial places that could be seen everywhere on the streets.

Empress Eldest Sun quietly looked at the unrestrainedly dressed women who were better than the Tang Dynasty on the street, and smiled.

Even Li Shimin himself was so comfortable that he lay back, sighing in his heart that this big light curtain was much more comfortable than the small light curtain before.

But all of this is really just an appetizer.

The light curtain is carried up by something called a "drone", and for everyone, a magnificent city that has never been seen before suddenly appears in front of everyone.

The picture floats quietly in mid-air, and here you can clearly see the busy people of later generations on the streets below.

Then the moon rose in the east, but at this moment, the giant city below seemed to have just woken up.

The criss-crossed streets became bright bands of light, and the skyscrapers shone brightly, and finally formed a glorious city that could compete with the bright moon.

Such a scene suddenly made everyone speechless, and Fang Xuanling couldn't help muttering:

"No wonder Your Majesty is obsessed."

Chang'an is also very good, but it is not as shocking as this magnificent scene, which can make people clearly see how big the gap is for more than a thousand years.

It's just a pity that such a scene was not seen in many later generations, and the picture soon re-landed, and the junior named Wen Mang walked the streets and alleys with a light curtain like this, telling the memory of leaving Chengdu at the end of the Han Dynasty.

From the reconstructed Huangzhong Village to the Jiuli Embankment where tourists rest.

From the mysterious Wudan Mountain to Guanmiao Street and Huanhou Lane.

Burning incense to wash the face and fall off the bridge, the journey of thousands of miles is known today.

Every bit of the place is carefully maintained by future generations, and for a while, Wei Zheng couldn't help but whisper:

"I don't know if there will be a place to recite us in the Hereafter."

The light curtain of the flowers and flowers finally took a long time on the "Han Zhaolie Temple".

From historical reminiscences to everyone's inscriptions, from the civil and military divisions detailing the past to the "Teacher Table" to make Song Zhizhong and fierce generals.

Even Fang Xuanling, who has always been humble and open-minded, couldn't help but be a little envious:

"Wuhou knows, there should be no regrets."

Du Ruhui chuckled softly:

"The prestige of Wuhou in later generations is long, and the fear of antiquity is rare."

The six out of Qishan of the light curtain made them clearly see the reputation of Zhuge Wuhou in later generations, but thinking about changing places, I am afraid that no one can do better than Wuhou, so there is no grievance in their hearts.

More or sigh:

"Emperor Zhaolie knows people well, and Marquis Zhuge Wuhou does his best."

"The gentleman and the minister get along, it is really a good story that has been handed down to the world."

(End of chapter)