Chinese Cards, but Unofficial History

[Chinese Unofficial History] [Heart-thriller] [Sand Sculpture] [Man's Succubus Version] Copywriting one: Liu Wei came to a world where people can make cards from historical figures to gain extraordinary power. Unfortunately, Chinese civilization has broken down again. But the good news is that Chinese civilization has broken down, but not completely. However, the bad news is... Confucius the Berserker? Romantic poet Xiang Yu? Top strategist Lu Bu? The honest old farmer Zhuge Liang? The most controversial topic in history circles at present is—— Is Cao Cao, the "top loyal minister" and "scribe" Cao Pi's son, or Cao Zhi's son? Liu Mei: To rebel against Tiangang is simply to rebel against Tiangang! Can this world really be saved? *** Copywriting two: Coming to this world where unofficial history is regarded as official history, Liu Mei felt numb in her heart. What about the great Chu poet Liu Lai Lai, the great Han loyal minister Sima Zhao... The simple farmer Zhuge Liang, the Northern Song Dynasty chef Su Dongpo... And even the big gold pawn Xin Qiji, the Mongolian general Zhu Chongba... There are so many kinds, countless. No one is right! Historical figures: Speak for me! Speak up for me! Liu Mei finally couldn't bear it anymore and pulled out the card—— Jiang Ziya, the Grand Master of the Western Zhou Dynasty! Everyone: What, isn't this a fisherman? ! Liu Bang, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty! Everyone: What, isn't this a poet? ! Su Dongpo, the god of poetry in the Song Dynasty! Everyone: What, isn't this a cook? ! ——It is our duty to turn around the world of unofficial history and reshape the true course of China! *** All in all, it is a time traveler who travels to a parallel world and saves the historical sages who were forced to do business for China from their false characters. Confucius was pleased: Someone finally rectified my name... Although I am two meters tall and good at fighting, I am still an elegant scholar. Xiang Yu held the Overlord Spear and glared angrily: Who is the poet? Who is the poet! I *** just wrote a poem. I wrote it before I died. I *** (expletive blocked) Lu Bu's eyes were wise: People of later generations are still discerning and can see my deep wisdom hidden behind my force... Yes, my wisdom is indeed on par with Zhuge Kongming, at most slightly inferior... Of course, I still prefer fighting. Villager Zhuge smiled slightly and said nothing. Cao Cao also smiled slightly: Tell me, who is my father? Cao Pi and Cao Zhi knelt down with tears in their eyes: Dad! … Ps: Liu Bang-style heroine, open ending in the text Purpose: It is our duty to reshape the true identity of China