Silence spread between the king and his minister.
Since the Qin Dynasty was doomed to fall, what was the point of reform? Shang Yang's reforms were intended to strengthen the Qin State, but if the Qin State was doomed to fall, was there any point in these reforms?
Shang Yang felt hopeless for a moment. He looked up and saw a comment in black gold with a dragon tail effect swishing across the screen:
Qin Shi Huangdi: [Could you please tell me when the Qin Dynasty fell? Could you please allow me to start drawing the map on this globe?]
He was instantly drawn to the comment and whispered, "The First Emperor, Ying Zheng?"
Ying Quliang heard his murmurs and looked up to see the particularly cool comment. He was puzzled. "Ying Zheng, I think he is a descendant of the Ying family, but what does this First Emperor mean? Shouldn't he be the King of Qin?"
When it came to the Qin State, he was still called Duke, and the term "First Emperor" was unheard of.
Shang Yang pondered this carefully and muttered to himself, "Shi means beginning. This emperor... could it be taken from the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors?"
His eyes suddenly lit up, "Your Majesty, this First Emperor is probably the one who will unify the world."
If this is the case, reform is imperative!
Ying Quliang was delighted when he heard this, but he quickly calmed down. "This is all just speculation on our part. Let's wait for the future generations to explain."
In a certain dimension, Ying Zheng's irresponsible father Ying Yiren always felt that the name Ying Zheng was somewhat familiar, but he could not remember where he had heard it.
The moment Zhou Jia saw Ying Zheng's comments, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he kept saying in his heart, "Your Majesty, Brother Zheng, I love you..." His respect was mixed with a bit of flattery. "Your Majesty, I will tell you the reason for the fall of the Qin Dynasty tomorrow. Today I want to look at something else. As for this, if you like it, I will send it to you later."
After he finished speaking, he put the globe on the table at his feet and got to the point.
"If your emperor doesn't mind, I will naturally tell you the reasons for the dynasty's fall, but I want to make it clear first. If I do, I will not save face and may even start scolding you. So it's up to you to decide whether to tell me or not. Tomorrow I will talk about the Qin Dynasty. The rest of the dynasties are up to you. It's up to your emperor to decide."
"Today is my first live broadcast. I'll show you a short video. And a gentle reminder: those who are more sentimental should prepare a handkerchief."
In the livestream, Zhou Jia's face suddenly shrank and was placed in the lower right corner. The entire screen was filled with a lot of small boxes. Zhou Jia pointed and a few lines of large characters appeared:
[The most stunning Chinese-style animation "Knowing the Way"]
[Amidst the mist, a city stands tall. Several girls in wedding gowns hold lanterns and watch. Two large cinnabar characters appear: Know the Way.]
[Knowing the way: The old horse knows the way, but the man has not returned yet, so he teaches the man to change his red clothes into white ones.]
[I will wait for you in red, and wait for you in white. If you come back, I will greet you in red. If you haven't come yet, I will see you off in white.]
If an old horse can recognize the way, then can memory also trace back the way it came?
All the soldiers of the six armies have perished, their war horses returning to their camps empty-saddled. The bride's wedding gown is overshadowed by her white silk, and the whole city is filled with red makeup swapped for white silk.
[In front of the mirror, a woman holds a lip pencil and lightly applies lipstick to her lips. She seems to see the familiar figure of Queen Hong Man. She puts on her wedding gown, but underneath she is wearing plain clothes. She pushes the door open and leaves. In the mist, countless other women, like her, waiting in wedding gowns, are waiting.]
[A figure approaches from the distant mist. Her pupils dilate, staring expectantly into the distance. The figure draws ever closer, as if he were returning victorious on horseback. The camera pans to reveal a sky filled with blood-red petals falling. A pair of hands sheathes their swords. The woman gazes at him from afar, as if facing him through a veil. He has his back to her, and she reaches for his hand, only to pull it back.]
[I paint your lips crimson, I tailor your dress red. Knowing the sword's ruthlessness, I have specially prepared a length of white mourning cloth.]
【This Dian Jiangchun touches my heart! 】
[I watched it ten times before I realized what a suppressed sadness it was to wear white clothes, put on makeup, and draw eyebrows!]
[Red dress will marry you, white dress will lead you. ]
【Note that the clothes worn here are plain. 】
[It's the Shakuhachi. Only the Shakuhachi can produce such a solemn and killing sound. Shakuhachi, Shakuhachi, Shakuhachi, Shakuhachi!]
[The shakuhachi still exists! It hasn't been lost! It's always there!]
This silhouette, resembling a bird perched on a branch, is the bronze sacred tree unearthed from Sanxingdui.
She was afraid they wouldn't be able to find their way back.
As if sensing something, he leaned over, half his face in his arms. They stared into each other's eyes, then he turned and left without hesitation, leaving her alone to weep silently. Her hand holding the lantern loosened, and in a trance, she saw countless figures like him riding horses, gazing at them from afar, then turning and leaving.
The lights dimmed, the candlelight extinguished. A figure approached: his horse, covered with his red cape, its hooves stumbling. Blood stains the ground; wounded, it had returned from the battlefield thousands of miles away to bring her news, to fulfill its promise.
[The warhorse returns, but the old man is nowhere to be found. The woman raises her hand and takes off her wedding gown. Beneath the bright red gown, she reveals a white mourning dress. The women behind her are all like this. They gaze into the distance, their spirit-calling banners fluttering at their sides. Finally, one horse, two horses…]
[He's back.]
[They are back.]
[None of them have returned. Only the old horse that knows the way has returned, carrying their heroic spirits and longings.]
【No words are worth a thousand words.】
[What is shocking is that these women have already prepared to wear white clothes.]
[Soul-calling banner... This is a soul-calling banner...]
I love this kind of patriotism.
[He died on his horse's hide.]
Zhou Jia's eyes were red. He suppressed the bitterness in his eyes and let out a long sigh. He smiled and said, "After watching this film, what are your thoughts?"
Seeing those women in red clothes turning into white clothes, many women in Wan Dynasty felt something and burst into tears.
"My husband left the day after we got married and never came back."
The women around them all agreed, "Yes, all the men in our village have left, leaving only us women and children. When will this damn war end?"
The civilians are the direct victims of the war. They are unarmed and powerless to change the current situation.
Yue Fei and other people with lofty ideals were even more determined to end the war and allow the soldiers to return home and reunite with their parents as soon as possible.
Qin
The people of the six kingdoms looked at those women and remembered how their countries were trampled upon by the Qin cavalry, and they were filled with anger.
"Tyrannical Qin, tyrannical Qin! If it weren't for Ying Zheng, how could our six kingdoms be destroyed? Punish the tyrannical Qin! Punish the tyrannical Qin!"
Inside the Xianyang Palace, Ying Zheng had ordered all the office supplies to be moved outside, and there was some pity in his eyes when he looked at the soldiers who were unable to return.
Over the years, the Qin State lost quite a few soldiers when it annexed the six kingdoms. Many people scolded the tyrannical Qin State for launching wars and causing countless people to be displaced, but they all subconsciously overlooked one thing.
During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, countries were in constant conflict, resulting in countless casualties. Only unification could bring peace to the people of the world, but... too many people did not understand.
Tang
Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin, who had just ascended the throne after launching the Xuanwu Gate Incident, was now hugging her Guanyin maid and crying, "Guanyin maid, my soldiers..."
Along the way, he has lost many of his soldiers. The road to becoming an emperor is a road stained with blood.
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