Chapter 458: Permission Closed

In Ganlu Palace.

The prompt that suddenly popped up only surprised Li Shimin a little.

But it was an absolute surprise to Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui and others.

Use the light curtain to peek into the future and know the world.

Use the future to see the present and know the future.

Inadvertently know the means of blessing China, and summarize the gains and losses of thousands of years of theories after careful consideration.

Therefore, the more they see, the more Fang Xuanling and others complain to Your Majesty:

Why didn't you summon the ministers to watch earlier?

It is a simple truth that one person's shortcomings are all considered by the others.

And it is clearer to look at Ganlu Palace now:

In terms of military formations, Your Majesty may be said to be the best in the ages.

But for engineering, mathematics, craftsmanship, and the details of governance, which are highly valued by future generations, Your Majesty's level of knowledge is just like the evaluation of Emperor Zhaolie's ability to command troops just now:

"Haha"

Therefore, whenever Du Ruhui thinks of the previous erroneous content of the light curtain, he will feel distressed.

This heartache, coupled with the ambiguous and vague memories of His Majesty, turned into a complete regret.

But fortunately, as the light curtain listed the past content in detail, this regret turned into a surprise again.

And the first thing to watch, for Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui and Changsun Wuji, the first three people who watched with His Majesty, there was almost no doubt:

Of course, it was to see the scenery of Chengdu in the future!

Du Ruhui still clearly remembered that it was after watching this episode of the light curtain that His Majesty asked him indirectly what he thought of Du Fu's name.

Changsun Wuji and Fang Xuanling also remembered clearly that when they watched "The Fire of Yiling, the Extinguished Soul of Ji Han" with His Majesty at that time, they were shocked.

But later, His Majesty said that even if the Battle of Yiling was interpreted in later generations, it was still slightly inferior to the scenery of the Wuhou Temple in later generations in terms of shock.

But if you ask more carefully, His Majesty seems to have difficulty saying one or two.

Now it's just right to see with your own eyes what the shock is.

So under the decision of the three dukes, Du Ruhui did not shirk his responsibility and went straight to the light curtain. He picked up the pen without dipping it in ink and wrote with the light curtain as paper:

"Memories of Shu Han in Chengdu"

...

In the Bianjing Palace, Zhao Kuangyin and the other three stared at the words "Do you want to turn on the playback function?" above their heads in a daze.

Zhao Pu still sat steadily, while Zhao Guangyi stared at his brother closely, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Zhao Kuangyin slowly moved his neck, then pressed his waist, stood up and walked around the stone table twice.

During this process, Zhao Pu saw clearly that His Royal Highness the Prince of Jin had gradually become more impatient.

But this impatience was quickly diluted by the official:

"Then let's take a look at it with Guangyi."

The light curtain projected on the ceiling was too far away. After Zhao Kuangyin sat down again and thought for a while, he stretched out his finger as a pen and wrote the word "open" on the stone table.

As he thought, the ripples on the small light curtain on the stone table were also projected onto the large light curtain above his head, but the following content was beyond everyone's expectations.

[The playback function is being activated...

No payment record was detected, and the playback function has been temporarily blocked...

The playback function failed to be activated.

This broadcast ends here.

The next broadcast will be activated in three months. ]

The magical light curtain suddenly disappeared, and Zhao Guangyi was a little heartbroken.

Zhao Kuangyin breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that his shoulders seemed to be a little relieved.

So Zhao Pu saw that the emperor and the King of Jin began to be brothers again.

One said that there would be another chance next time, and the other said that he didn't really want to watch it, but just for the sake of the Zhao family's foundation.

As for Zhao Pu himself, he frowned and pondered the words "No payment record was detected" on the light curtain.

The first thing he thought of was the calligraphy signed by Lu Su.

Could this be "payment"?

…

In Ganlu Palace, except for Li Shimin, it was the first time for others to see the light curtain put the content background in the completely future.

The buildings were towering like Buzhou Pillars.

The straight streets were wide and the traffic was endless.

The people were bustling like the Great Harmony.

At this moment, the light curtain seemed to have become their eyes, showing everything they saw clearly in front of them without any reservation.

Everyone greedily wanted to firmly imprint what they saw at this moment in their minds, but the light curtain only needed to change direction, and the magnificent scenery presented was enough to grab everyone's attention again.

Du Ruhui couldn't help but sigh:

"You can't have a moment to watch it, and it's hard to record it in detail."

Fang Xuanling carefully observed the details of the streets and buildings.

Changsun Wuji noticed the commercial places everywhere on the street.

Empress Changsun quietly watched the women who came and went on the street, who were dressed more unrestrained than the Tang Dynasty, and smiled.

Even Li Shimin himself was so comfortable that he lay back, sighing in his heart that this large light curtain was much more comfortable than the previous small light curtain.

But all of this was actually just an appetizer.

The light curtain screen was carried up by something called a "drone", and for everyone, a magnificent city that had never been seen before suddenly appeared in front of them.

The picture floated quietly in the air, and from here you can clearly see the busy people of the future on the streets below.

Then the golden crow fell in the west and the bright moon rose in the east, but at this moment the huge city below seemed to have just woken up.

The criss-crossing streets became bright light belts, and the skyscrapers were dotted with light, and finally formed a brilliant city that was enough to compete with the bright moon.

Such a scene immediately made everyone speechless, and Fang Xuanling couldn't help muttering:

"No wonder your majesty never forgets it."

The Never-Sleeping Chang'an is also very good, but it is not as shocking as such a magnificent scene, which can make people clearly see how big the gap of more than a thousand years is.

It's a pity that such scenery has not been seen by many people in later generations. The picture soon landed again, and the younger generation named Wen Mang walked through the streets with the light curtain, telling the memories left in Chengdu at the end of the Han Dynasty.

From the rebuilt Huangzhong Village to the Jiuli Dike where tourists rest.

From the mysterious Wudan Mountain to Guanmiao Street and Huanhou Lane.

The name of the bridge is known today for burning incense and washing face.

Every bit of the place is carefully maintained by people in later generations. For a while, Wei Zheng couldn't help but whispered:

"I don't know if there will be places for us to be remembered in later generations."

The light curtain that was seen in a hurry finally spent a long time on the "Han Zhaolie Temple".

From historical recollections to everyone's inscriptions on the stele, from the detailed description of the past by civil and military officials to the "Out of the Capital" that made the loyal and brave generals of the Song Dynasty sigh.

Even Fang Xuanling, who was always modest, could not help but feel a little envious:

"If Wu Hou knew it, he would have no regrets."

Du Ruhui smiled softly:

"Wu Hou's reputation in later generations is probably rare in ancient times."

The six expeditions to Qishan in the light curtain made them clearly see the high reputation of Zhuge Wu Hou in later generations, but if they were in the same position, no one could do better than Wu Hou, so they did not feel unfair.

More often, they sighed:

"Emperor Zhaolie knew people and appointed them well, and Zhuge Wu Hou devoted himself to the cause."

"The relationship between the monarch and his subjects is truly a good story that will be passed down through the ages."