With a thunderous roar, the sky screen made its dazzling debut.
Qin Shi Huang thought the Qin dynasty would last for thousands of generations. The next moment: My Qin dynasty fell in its second generation?
Liu Che was celebrating Huo Qubing's victory. The next moment: My Champion Marquis died young?
Li Shimin was happily admiring the twenty-four meritorious officials in the Lingyan Pavilion. The next moment: Thirty-six million died in the An Lushan Rebellion?
And then.
High-speed rail? I want it.
Airplanes? I want them.
Tanks and cannons? I want them even more.
The emperors: "You youngsters of later generations can't make the most of this opportunity. Hurry up and offer it to your ancestors!"
There are too many private goods.
This writing style is the same as Qianlong's poems
I feel like the author writes whatever he dreams about. I asked him how old Hu Hai was at that time■●
Seeing that Li Shimin wanted to change Li Ke, we knew the nature of this book - it was too private, and he didn't know any common sense about history and politics.
I write whatever I dream about, and there are a lot of personal stuff.