Even in a turbulent court, he remains sober and self-possessed, does not follow the crowd, and possesses the proud and unyielding personality of a scholar!
It has more than 1.1 Million words and is constantly updated every day. It is written based on the real historical records of the Northern Song Dynasty. It most truly reproduces the customs, customs and scenery of the Northern Song Dynasty. Come and take a look?
Old-school clear-cut writing, no systematic cheats, and the villain does not need to use his wits. Let's see how the protagonist's mind can crush all kinds of monsters and monsters. Dark plot + bloody battlefield + assassination and spy war, all included. Currently, the serialization reaches 1.2 Million words.
This is a hilarious and touching time-travel wonder. The protagonist Hao Xinren breaks into the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms from the "perspective" of a doctoral student in modern history, but he repeatedly dances on the tip of a knife - escaping beheading by memorizing history books, and saving his life by relying on homophonic jokes. His character design has its own contrasting cuteness. In the main line of escape and survival, the story lays out a grand picture of the changes in the Later Liang Dynasty, the Later Tang Dynasty, and the destruction of Chu Jieyan. Historical nodes such as Zhu Yougui's patricide, Weizhou Mutiny, Liu Wei's death, the Eighth Battle of the Guangbian Army, and the Xingjiaomen Incident are cleverly embedded into the protagonist's embarrassing daily life. Heavy historical facts and light comedy are unexpectedly blended. Different from similar time-travel novels about "counterattack and becoming a king", this work is about "how a small person survives in an era that does not belong to him." Every time Hao Xinren saves the day, there is a gentle gaze on the fate of individuals in the torrent of history. It makes you smile and turn the pages, but when you close the book, you see the lilac plant quietly swaying in the troubled times.
Chao was called "Siong", and Baicai was a female thief named Siong Xiaobai. Celery and leeks are supplemented, and they are called celery and leeks respectively. The three of them joined forces, cooperated skillfully, and were accustomed to committing crimes in the bustling city.
Three days after Zhengde's death, the edict has been issued, and the new king is on his way to Beijing. Ordinary modern people come through time and space, and they can only seize the door to survive. It's a pity that the protagonist's power is limited. Fortunately, I know how to use Wang Yangming, but the difficulty of winning the door is too great... I can't pass the three chapters. The protagonist is not high-powered, and he is not strong in governing the country. The logic must be reasonable, power and strategy are the core, and the reversals will continue from the beginning.
The structure of the novel is precise and the narrative is majestic: the five volumes (The Wind Rises in Hanoi, The Hidden Jiao in Wei Mu, The Crouching Dragon Fights the Tomb Tiger, The Luoshui Hunuo, The Old Thief Who Stealed the Country) clearly correspond to the five key stages of the rise of the Sima family, and the logic is rigorous. Superb rhythm control: it not only contains the delicate psychological foreshadowing and enlightenment of Sima Yi's youth, but also the thunderous outbreak of major events such as the Gaoping Ling Incident, the Three Rebellions in Huainan, and the two men's struggle for merit. There is a degree of relaxation and freedom of movement.
400,000. On a winter night in the third year of Hongwu's reign, the city of Nanjing was blanketed by a rare blizzard. The candlelight in Zichen Hall shines through the carved window lattice, casting mottled light and shadow on the snow, but the hall is so quiet that you can hear the soft popping of candles. Zhu Yuanzhang was sitting on the dragon chair, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the jade belt around his waist. The jade belt was carved from a whole piece of Hetian jade. The cold touch crawled up his fingertips, but it couldn't suppress the anger surging in his eyes. The woman kneeling at the foot of the stairs was dressed in plain clothes, with not even a silver hairpin on her jet-black hair. She was none other than Wang, the sister of Timur, who had just been escorted to Beijing. "Raise your head." Zhu Yuanzhang's voice was like the cold wind outside the palace, which made people's ears hurt. Wang slowly raised her head, revealing a bloodless face. Her eyes were very bright, like the cold stars on the Saibei grassland, but they were full of stubbornness at this moment. Three days ago, she was the beloved seventh lady in the general's palace. In the blink of an eye, she became a prisoner of the Ming army - because her brother was none other than Timur, the "wonderful man in the world" who had repeatedly defeated the Ming army in Mobei. "I heard that your brother expanded his army and claimed to have a hundred thousand troops in Mobei?" Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly smiled, but the smile was more frightening than his glare. "But no matter how hard he fights, he can't protect his own sister. Tell me, who is the most powerful in the world?" Wang pursed her lips and said nothing. She knew it was a trap. To say that Zhu Yuanzhang's army is powerful would destroy his brother's prestige; to say that his brother's cavalry is powerful would inevitably offend the emperor in front of him. The eunuch next to her screamed in a high voice: "Your Majesty asks a question, do you dare not to answer it?" Wang took a deep breath, her voice hoarse as if she had just cried: "Your Majesty is in charge of the world, so he is naturally the most powerful." "Ha." Zhu Yuanzhang slammed the armrest of the dragon chair, and the gold-painted dragon head shone coldly under the candlelight. "Do you think I am a fool who likes to listen to these flatteries? I ask you, what is the biggest thing in the world?" This question exploded in the palace like thunder. The imperial guards standing there all held their breath. They knew His Majesty's temperament very well - seemingly casual questions often contained murderous knives. Wang's fingertips dug deeply into her palms, and the cold air brought in by the snow from the prison car was still soaked in her bones, but at this moment she felt hot all over her body. She recalled that when she was a child, her father taught her to read "The Analects of Confucius" and said, "A gentleman should stick to his roots, and his roots are the foundation of his moral principles." She recalled that her brother told her before going off to war that the two words "faith and righteousness" that children of the prairie valued most were the most important. "What is the biggest thing in the world?" Zhu Yuanzhang asked again, the impatience in his tone almost overflowing. Mrs. Wang raised her eyes, met Zhu Yuanzhang's sharp gaze, and said word by word: "Loyalty and filial piety are the greatest." As soon as these four words fell to the ground, there was a deathly silence in the hall. The smile on Zhu Yuanzhang's face slowly faded, and his eyes became deep and unpredictable. He stared at Mrs. Wang for a long time, and then suddenly burst into laughter. The laughter shook the dust on the beam and said, "Loyalty and filial piety are the best! Well said!" Mr. Wang's heart sank. She knew that what was hidden in this laughter was not appreciation, but a more terrifying calculation. Sure enough, Zhu Yuanzhang's laughter stopped and his tone suddenly turned serious: "Since you know that loyalty and filial piety are the greatest, let me ask you - now that you are a prisoner of the Ming Dynasty, and I am the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, are you loyal to me or filial to me?" Mrs. Wang froze. She finally understood that this was Zhu Yuanzhang's true intention. "Your Majesty is the king, and your servants must be loyal to you." She replied through gritted teeth, her nails almost digging into her flesh. "What a loyal person!" Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly stood up, and the hem of his dragon robe swept across the table. The tea cup on it fell to the ground with a clang, and the tea splashed the gold bricks. "Then I will give you a chance to be loyal now. My second son Zhu Xi is twenty years old and has not yet married. I see that you are dignified and virtuous, so I will point you to him as his concubine. How about it?" Wang looked up suddenly as if struck by thunder, her eyes filled with disbelief. She is the sister of Timur, and a relative of Zhu Yuanzhang's mortal enemy. Zhu Yuanzhang actually wants to marry her to his son? "Your Majesty..." Wang's voice was trembling, "My daughter Pu Liu is so beautiful, and she is the sister of a guilty minister. I would never dare to match the prince..." "Unbridled!" Zhu Yuanzhang interrupted her sternly, "If I say you are worthy, then you are worthy! You just said that loyalty and filial piety are the most important, and now I have granted you a marriage by the order of the king and father. If you resist the decree, you will be disloyal; if you marry into the royal family and persuade your ungrateful brother to surrender in the future, you will let him abandon the dark side and turn to the bright side to save his life. This is filial piety! Say it yourself, should you accept this marriage?" Wang's lips were trembling and she couldn't say a word. Zhu Yuanzhang's words were like an airtight net, covering her tightly. If she agrees, she will betray her brother and family and become a traitor despised by everyone on the grassland; if she does not agree, she will disobey the order. Not only will she die, but her relatives far away in Mobei may also be harmed. "Why, don't you say anything?" Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes were like knives on her face, "Didn't you say that loyalty and filial piety are the most important things? Is your loyalty and filial piety meant to make your brother a treacherous minister and traitor all his life, and to end up with your head and body missing?" The wind and snow outside the palace became tighter, and the whistling wind sounded like the cries of countless innocent souls. Wang looked at Zhu Yuanzhang's ravaged face and suddenly understood - the emperor who climbed out of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood never intended to give her a choice. What he wanted was not a daughter-in-law, but a hostage, a tool to humiliate Timur and undermine the morale of the Beiyuan army. "My daughter... I obey the decree." These three words almost exhausted all Wang's energy. Her head hit the cold gold brick hard, making a dull sound. Tears finally couldn't help but burst out of her eyes. When she hit the ground, it was instantly covered with a thin layer of ice. Zhu Yuanzhang nodded with satisfaction, and that unpredictable smile appeared on his face: "That's right. Those who know the current affairs are heroes. Now that you have entered the door of my Zhu family, you will be my princess of the Ming Dynasty in the future. As for your brother... I believe that he will always understand my painstaking efforts." He waved his hand and motioned to the eunuch to take Wang down. "Take good care of her, put her in new clothes, and teach her to learn my Ming Dynasty's rules. Three days later, I will marry Zhu Ping." Wang was carried out by the two palace maids, her steps were as frivolous as stepping on cotton. When she walked to the door of the palace, she looked back and saw that Zhu Yuanzhang had sat down again and was looking down at the memorial on the case, as if the conversation that determined her life just now was just a trivial matter. The wind and snow rushed towards her face and poured into her collar, making her shiver with cold. She knew that from this moment on, Timur's sister was dead, and the only survivor was the concubine of the Ming prince Zhu Xi - a prisoner tied to the chariot of the Zhu Ming Dynasty with the word "loyalty and filial piety". Three days later, the wedding was held as scheduled. The whole city of Nanjing is immersed in celebration with red makeup and loud drum music. But in the new house, Mrs. Wang was sitting on the wedding bed covered with mandarin duck brocade quilt. Looking at the heavy red hijab on her head, she felt that her eyes were completely dark. She remembered her brother's words before leaving: "Seventh sister, daughter of the grassland, has bones harder than stone." But at this moment, no matter how hard her bones are, how can she withstand the crushing power of the emperor? The noise of the guests came from outside the window, mixed with the laughter of the groom Zhu Xi. Wang slowly raised her hand and took off the phoenix crown on her head. The pearls and gems on the phoenix crown shone under the candlelight, but they looked like a pair of mocking eyes. She knew that this forced marriage in the name of "loyalty and filial piety" was just the beginning of another imprisonment. And what choice will her brother Timur make after learning the news? The snow is still falling in Nanjing City, as if all the grudges and hatreds in the world are buried in this vast white.
16 Books are presented here, all of which are historical books. In terms of reading difficulty, "Historical Records" must be the most difficult to read. The fact that it is written in classical Chinese raises the threshold for reading. However, as the first biographical general history in Chinese history, its value is inestimable, so it can be read with you every day. The other books are all written in modern Chinese. For us living in the contemporary world, reading is not difficult, but whether we can really understand it is another matter. Some of them are presented in the form of comics, some are known for their humorous language, and some are arranged in a questioning style... It can be said that each has its own characteristics, and there is always one you like.
In order not to affect the historical process, the Yellow Turbans went to sea. Will the Yellow Turbans rebel? He will not rebel! A slow-paced farming novel with good writing style, many allusions, and notes in the author's narrative. The protagonist is Zhang Liang before the Yellow Turban Uprising, who accepts Zhao Yun, saves Guan Yu, allows Zhang Jiao and Zhang Bao to serve as officials, and follows the path of peaceful evolution.
When explaining the laws of history, the author never pretends to be profound or simply applies formulas. He prefers to let patterns emerge naturally from stories - allowing you to see cycles from rise and fall, understand cause and effect from success and failure, and read morality from honor and disgrace. This kind of "moistening things silently" transmission of historical knowledge is more deeply rooted in people's hearts than any rigid preaching.
As a member of the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties Bar and the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms Bar, I recommend the first novel I wrote myself, the Eastern Jin Dynasty time-travel spy story. The first thing the heroine did after time-travel was to educate herself on court etiquette and aristocratic culture to avoid revealing her time-travel identity.
Continuing the story of the Divine Eagle from the perspective of martial arts, looking at Yang Guo's love and hatred at the end of the Song-Mongolia War.
It has an official historical background and a non-traditional and exciting story. The story begins with the failure of the Tenth Legion before the Long March, which many people don't know much about. The protagonist will build a guerrilla army from scratch in the Jiangnan area. The team will gradually grow through all the obstacles. It has experienced counter-encirclement and suppression, the Anti-Japanese War and the Liberation War, and will enter those magnificent and turbulent years with the readers.
[New Book] Slow Heat: Fresh clothes, angry horse, cures the disease, seals the wolf as Xu champion. The young general mounts his horse to fight in all directions, and dismounts his horse to guide the country. It looks good so far, and I recommend it.
Recommended rigorous high-quality historical articles. Also known as "Da Ming: I Really Just Want to Lie Down", "Hongwu: Your Majesty, This Is My Disease", "Da Ming's Attending Physician", "Da Ming Zhenhai King" Zhang Wuxian, a 36-year-old entrepreneurial failure, traveled eleven years to Hongwu and became a 20-year-old spirited boy. He originally wanted to lie down and be a salted fish, but his severe obsessive-compulsive disorder made him unable to see anything "unreasonable" - wrong food prices must be corrected, medical care is backward, the army must be corrected, even if Ming Dynasty does not conquer the world, it must be corrected. What's even more outrageous is that he has a system in his mind that automatically stuffs him with solutions and supplies every time he suffers an episode of obsessive-compulsive disorder, without paying for it. So - he saved the dying Crown Princess Chang after childbirth, and Chang Yuchun's daughter survived; he inoculated the emperor's eldest grandson Zhu Xiongying with cowpox, and the child who should have died at the age of 8 was alive and kicking; he rescued Empress Ma by infusion when she was critically ill, and Zhu Yuanzhang's favorite woman lived twenty more years; he diagnosed Zhu Biao's terminal illness in advance, so that the future emperor of the Ming Dynasty would no longer die young. Once these four people were alive, the history of the Ming Dynasty was completely rewritten - Emperor Jianwen was gone, the Battle of Jingnan was gone, and the Lan Yu Case was gone. Empress Ma recognized him as her adopted son and said "this is my son" when meeting people; Zhu Biao and Zhu Di called him brothers, one called him "virtuous brother" and the other called him "brother-in-law"; Xu Da took the initiative to marry his daughter to him, and he became the son-in-law of Wei Guogong; Lan Yu regarded him as his savior and defended him from the knife in the court. Zhu Yuanzhang patted him on the shoulder and said, "You are the most diligent person we have ever seen in this life." Zhang Wuxian replied with tears in his eyes: "Your Majesty, I am really not diligent... I am sick!" Later, he led Zheng He to capture the Shijian Yin Mountain, crossed the Pacific Ocean, discovered America, and planted the flag of the Ming Dynasty all over the world. On the day when the Ming Dynasty unified the world, he could finally lie down. But there is a tree planted crookedly in the yard...