C593 People's Hearts Turn to Their Backs

So, a lot of times, I see them as less brilliant serials, but don't say, sometimes there's also some wonderful plot that overcovers the serials."

Zhang Jingxuan felt that what he said made a lot of sense, but he was not willing to admit it, so he frowned and kept quiet.

Seeing that Zhang Jingxuan pursed his lips and did not say anything, Fu Lin's voice sounded again.

"Actually, in the end, this story tells us a reason. No matter what kind of feelings we have, in the end, we still have to work hard to be the winner. Because only the winner has the right to write history.

Not to mention, the character of these winners is really getting worse with each generation. Thinking back to that year, although Jing Ke failed to stab Qin, he could still leave a good name in the world. When Xiang Yu killed himself in Wujiang, his heroic spirit could last forever.

It had to be said that it was also because the First Emperor and Liu Bang were tolerant and magnanimous. Or because they did not know how to create public opinion and attack. You look at your descendants again. Without exception, those who were beaten will always be debaucherous and debaucherous. Isn't it ridiculous to say that every one of them who ascended to the Dragon Court is a glorious figure?"

"It is indeed very, very ridiculous. Actually, I have also thought about what you said. It has always been like this since ancient times. Thinking about King Zhou of Shang, doting on Da Ji, and only a few concubines. As for King Zhou, just his son alone had a hundred. It was hard to say who was more licentious. The victor was the king. The reputation of the last king would not be good. I would like to take a look at this Zhu You Ju. If he really becomes the last king, what kind of reputation will spread? If you are the one who takes over this country, how will you corrupt him? "

" Oh? I haven't thought about that yet. But speaking of which, my impression of this Emperor Chong Zhen isn't bad. In many aspects, he's still my role model.

If the previous emperors of Ming Dynasty were half as diligent as him, the empire wouldn't have fallen to such a state. The current situation creates heroes, but it is also a different kind of sorrow when one is born at the wrong time.

Haha, of course, other people's Arsenic is my honey. If it wasn't for the fact that the Ming Dynasty was destroyed first, how could the rise of my Qing be here? Perhaps, everything is the will of the heavens, who can defy it!"

Speaking of excitement, Fu Lin raised his eyebrows slightly. A domineering aura arose spontaneously, causing Zhang Jingxuan's brows to furrow once again.

"You speak as if this kingdom is already yours. Don't forget. A centipede would never die even if it died. Although the Ming Dynasty was rotten, if there was someone who could control the mountains and rivers... Rejuvenating the Imperial Court, it's hard to say who will win or lose. Furthermore, that Lee Hongji was not someone easy to deal with. The Japanese were also unwilling to watch him like a tiger watching its prey. Sigh, I wonder who will be the one to do it."

When he thought about how he could only lie on the bed and watch the mountains and rivers shatter, Zhang Jingxuan's sigh was filled with bitterness.

"Chasing the Deer from the World. Haha, how can I lose one portion of you, Cult Master Zhang? I think it's better to take a good rest and get better as soon as possible. I'm looking forward to seeing who will be the one to rule the world. "

At this moment, Zhang Jingxuan's depression had formed a sharp contrast with Fu Lin's heroic spirit.

Zhang Jingxuan knew that he couldn't allow himself to fall into a bad mood. Seeing how arrogant the other party was, he felt proud of himself. With a thought, he casually said:

"I took the golden spear and pulled it out of the sheath. I had no choice but to blow the north wind.

Zifang originally came out for Han Qiu. Zhuge Ning knew Han Zuo had moved.

The Dark Cloud Cauldron and the lake dragon went far away. Yue Minghua said that it was too late.

There's no need to look at the new pavilion. It's not as good as shedding tears in front of us."

This time, it was difficult for Fu Lin, who claimed to be well-versed in the Han family's culture, to fall. However, there have been hundreds of thousands of poems in history. Naturally, no one in the capital has heard of them. Therefore, he did not feel offended. However, listening to the words in the poem, it seemed like there was another meaning to it.

He indeed didn't know, and his Confucians probably wouldn't be willing to take the risk of universal criticism and teach him such a poem.

Zhang Jingxuan looked at the other party's eyes and knew that he had never heard of it before, so his mood instantly improved a lot. Seeing that you're still pretending to be full of sincerity and attacking casually, won't you immediately turn back into Little White?

"You've never even heard of such a famous poem, tsk tsk tsk..." He was just short of saying the words "lack of knowledge."

"Is that so? Who did it? It sounds like there are quite a few stories! [You southerners really like to turn things around. If the scholars don't follow the classics...] It was as if they couldn't speak. Sigh, but I still have to fall for your tricks. He had been mocked by his brothers quite a number of times. So, actually, I still love Li Taibai's poems the most. To express my feelings directly and naturally, that's what a Poet Immortal is."

"Alright, alright. Don't use Master Green Lotus to flatter you. It doesn't matter if you don't know or not. I will teach you. " Zhang Jingxuan was a little proud of himself. He didn't expect Master Green Lotus to really cooperate with him.

Fu Lin sat up straight and said, "Alright! I would like to hear the details."

Seeing the other party like this, Zhang Jingxuan was less interested.

"This is the work of Yu Ji of Yuan Dynasty, the Prime Minister of Tuowen Mountain. With your knowledge, if you know this, you will roughly know what this poem is talking about.

Zhang Zifang and Zhuge Kongming, who were at the front of the poem, did not need to say much. In the last sentence, they said, Xin Ting. It was also called Lao Ting, and Li Bai had once made a poem with the same name. In the World's Sadness, Lao Da had to send the guest pavilion off. The spring wind knows when to stop. It does not send Liu Biao Qing away. It is a famous place to send him away. Therefore, there are many more parting poems in the world, and the origin of the laborious pavilion... Perhaps it was also from the Southeastern Peacock Flight, where the saying, 'raise your hand and work hard' and 'two feelings are like Yiyi'.

In the New Language of the World, there was a saying that the East Jin crossed the river. Every day in the United States, they would invite Xin Ting to a flower feast. Zhou Hou sighed as he sat in the middle: The scenery is not special, but it is different from the mountains and rivers. They all looked at each other and cried. Prime Minister Wei's expression suddenly changed. When the royal family of the Joint Slaughter Army regains control of China, what is the point of facing off against the Chu Army!

Yu Ji actually used Wen Tianxiang as a memorial to say that South Song is dead. This kind of situation is much worse than East Jin, which is located in a corner of the Jiangnan area."

" Oh, I see. You have learned a lot. In ancient times, there was a single word master. Now that Mr. Zhang has helped me solve my poems, he can be considered my teacher. If you have any problems in the future, you have to protect me. "

Fu Lin said half-jokingly, but in his heart, he was thinking: This Yu Ji was an official in Yuan Dynasty, but he did such an outrageous poem. It seemed like the Emperor of Yuan Dynasty had no knowledge, or he simply didn't understand these literary things.

This kind of low-level mistake cannot be made in my Qing again!

The heart of the people is always in the hands of the person. No wonder the once incomparably powerful Yuan Dynasty disappeared like smoke in just a hundred years. This is a lesson learned from the past.