When Huang Haonan saw this, he was agitated and could not control himself.
However, he was a professional after all.
The audience could watch Classic China without any worries, but as the station head, he had given Su Chen so much power.
If anything were to happen, Huang Haonan would be the one to bear the responsibility.
Therefore, he subconsciously looked up at the time.
The program was broadcasted at 8 PM on the Central TV Station's primetime slot. The current time was 8:35 PM.
Perhaps the program was too attractive.
Therefore, 35 minutes had passed without a sound.
"There are still 25 minutes left."
After Huang Haonan looked at his watch, he couldn't help but worry for Su Chen.
He knew that this program was a live broadcast!
He didn't know what kind of team Su Chen had hired to film the scene or what kind of team he had found to create such a shocking mirage after the burning clouds rolled.
However, he was worried.
Su Chen would not be able to control time.
Every program on the Central TV Station had a precise time limit.
Precise to the second.
A large-scale stage like the Spring Festival Gala would also be precise to the second.
But the Spring Festival Gala had such a huge production team, and what about Su Chen?!
If they exceeded the time limit by a minute, it would be a huge program accident for the station.
Even Huang Haonan would find it hard to accept such an outcome.
Thinking of this, he could not help but look worriedly at Su Chen on the screen.
At the same time.
On all the major online platforms in the country.
The entry #Daming #had already reached the top of the trending searches.
Following closely behind was the trending search for this show.
#Collection of China #
Just these four words highlighted the unparalleled historical background of this show.
As the program was broadcast, a large number of viewers who were not interested in history before finally realized what kind of thinking history could bring to today's people!
"F * ck, I want to kneel down and apologize to my history teacher!”
"From now on, I will be the first to disagree if English class takes up the time of history class!”
"China is a vast country with a majestic history. It makes people's blood boil, but it also makes people sigh!”
"Whether it's prosperity or decline, it's all our past!”
"Thank you, Su Chen, for bringing us to explore the mountains and rivers through the ages without being servile or overbearing!”
On the entire Internet, there was an unprecedented one-sided praise for this show!
The positive comments were like a tide. After one wave, there would be another wave. After one wave, there would be even more waves!
……
At this moment.
Central TV's backstage showed the number of viewers watching the show.
The number of viewers had already risen from 10 million at the start of the show to 20 million!
Although there were 1.4 million people in the country, not everyone had the time to watch the show after a meal.
Of course, there were also cases where a family of three or four watched the show together!
However, no matter what, there were 20 million people online in real time!
One had to know that the number of people watching the Spring Festival Gala online, including those watching it on television and the Internet, was only about 150 million.
As for the second episode of " Ancient China "!
The number of online users reached 20 million!
Even if it was said that tens of thousands of people turned out to watch historical variety shows, it was not surprising!
The audience in front of the television watched as they sent bullet comments.
"What a good one, a hundred thousand people united to die, preserving three hundred miles of Great Ming!”
"This program team is really imaginative! As the blood cloud rolled, it actually formed a mirage effect, allowing Emperor Chongzhen to look up at his own death! This scene was too tearful and too moving!”
"Even if Emperor Chongzhen was the last emperor of Great Ming, he did not abandon the world and chose to be buried. This is the integrity of our Great Ming Dynasty!”
"Remember this in the future! The blood of their ancestors was not shed in vain! They used their lives to teach us what a loyal soul of Huaxia was!”
"Live as a hero, die as a ghost hero. I have no regrets in entering China in this life, but in the next life, I wish to be a flower farmer!”
Looking at the scene, all the Jiangyin people swore to not become slaves of a subjugated country.
Regardless of whether they were men or women, old or young, the blood in their bones was stimulated!
"Our Huaxia has its current prosperity, but isn't it also because of the seniors who sacrificed their lives for justice!”
"Only by reading history can we know the present! How can I not regret it? Why not?"
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In the image.
Su Chen looked at Emperor Chongzhen, who was kneeling in front of the mirage and trembling!
He was dressed in a white robe, his hair was disheveled, and his body was hunched like a prisoner.
Su Chen could not judge whether the later generations blamed him or not. He also did not know how the loyal officials of the common people who were willing to die would judge Emperor Chongzhen.
He had been in power for 17 years, and he had issued an edict six times to apologize to the world!
Let's not talk about the past, but!
However, Emperor Chongzhen was kneeling in repentance!
This kneel was to apologize to the loyal soul of Ming.
"I have let down my ancestors, my subjects, and my people.”
Emperor Chongzhen's voice was hoarse as he shook his head silently.
He silently took out a long string from his bosom. His hands trembled as he gradually untied the long string.
"Chengen!"
"This servant is here!"
The old eunuch was filled with grief and indignation. When he suddenly heard the Emperor call for him, he quickly agreed.
"Seventeen years ago, when I ascended the throne, I wanted to make the country prosperous and develop the Ming Dynasty. However, the heavens did not fulfill my wishes.”
"Every time I hear about the defeat at the border, my heart seems to be hanging in my throat.”
"In the past seventeen years, Zhen has not slept peacefully.”
"The Donglin Party has harmed the country.”
"But this Darming Dynasty was still turned into this state by Zhen.”
Seventeen years of resentment, seventeen years of toiling day and night, seventeen years of everything appeared before Emperor Chongzhen's eyes.
The old eunuch, Wang Chengen, knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face.
Emperor Chongzhen shook off the rope as he spoke. He grabbed one end and staggered to his feet to choose a high spot for himself.
Amidst the burning clouds, the scene of the Qing people breaking through Jiangyin City continued.
Unfortunately, Chong Zhen was too ashamed to watch.
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In the conference hall of the Huaxia Institute of History.
Old Master Zheng held onto the last bit of injustice for Emperor Chongzhen with tears in his eyes.
His aged voice resounded throughout the entire conference hall.
Although the voice was old, every word was clear and clear.
"The death of the Great Ming cannot be judged by the Emperor Chongzhen!”
"The world says that Emperor Chongzhen reigned for seventeen years and had merits and faults, but which emperor only had merits and no faults!”
The old man recited it with tears in his eyes. The historical evidence of the extreme weather during the Little Ice Age at the end of the Ming Dynasty!
" The ninth year of Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty: " North drought, south water, locusts everywhere, famine."
In the 11th year of Chongzhen of Ming Dynasty, the tree bark was eaten up from the north of Huai River to the south of Ji County.
In the 13th year of Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty, there was a national drought, locust plague, famine, chaos, and cannibalism.
In the 16th year of Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty, there was a great plague, thousands of miles from north to south, north to the Great Wall, south to the Yellow River.”
"Emperor Chongzhen has his own merits and faults," the old man said angrily."How can you blame the emperor?!"”
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At the same time!
In the picture, Chongzhen held one end of the long rope in his hand and made it walk on the ground.
He looked around and his gaze eventually stopped on a crooked tree.
That tree was quite old.
Without two to three hundred years, he wouldn't be able to grow up like this.
Chong Zhen looked at the tree and thought to himself.
When the first emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang, conquered this land and named the country the Ming Dynasty, this tree might have just been planted.
Now, the Ming Dynasty was about to perish.
This tree was also old.
He walked towards the tilted tree in loneliness and used all his strength to swing his head around the tree.
"Long live the Lord!"
Eunuch Wang Chengen stood behind him miserably and shouted helplessly.
Unfortunately, Chong Zhen did not turn around at all.
Seeing this scene, the audience in front of the television could not help but shout!
"Ahhhhhh! No! Emperor Chongzhen, why did you hang yourself!"
"The Son of Heaven guards the country gate, and the King dies for the country. Emperor Chongzhen failed to guard the country gate, so he used the method of dying to prove that he was still the Emperor of Ming Dynasty!”
"How sad is this scene! No matter if he was a good emperor or a bad emperor, no matter what kind of character flaws he had, no one was perfect. Death was the best ending for the last emperor of Ming Dynasty!”
In the picture.
Emperor Chongzhen tied the long rope and pulled it gently.
Then, she covered her face with her long hair and stepped on a protruding stone under the tree.
The cold wind kept blowing, and the fallen leaves under his feet rustled.
"This is my life.”
He muttered to himself, then closed his eyes and was about to pull the rope into his arms!
The audience of the later 377 years held their breath at the same time, their eyes showing that they couldn't bear to watch.
Old Master Zheng was in tears!
Many Ming history lovers gritted their teeth!
They had forgotten that this was a variety show. They only knew that this was a page in China's 5,000-year history!
But at this moment!
Just as the rope in Emperor Chongzhen's hand was about to strangle his windpipe!!
Suddenly, an incomparably carefree laughter sounded from behind him!
"Hahaha! Hahaha!"
That voice was bold and heroic, and it was definitely not the shrill voice of the old eunuch Wang Chengen.
It was also not like the calm voice of the younger generation.
Chongzhen had black hair and a mask, so he couldn't recognize the voice.
The owner of the voice read out loud!
"The sky is a tent and the earth is a blanket. The sun, moon, and stars accompany me in my sleep.
At night, I dare not stretch my feet long, for fear of stepping on mountains and rivers and cutting through the country.”
The owner of that voice seemed to be looking down on the surroundings, and a ruthless expression permeated through it!
Then, a horse neighed.
"Come, come, come! Chen Youliang, I'll let you flee today!”
The sound of swords and sabers reverberated behind Chong Zhen!
"Great Ancestor?"
When Emperor Chongzhen heard this poem, his entire body trembled. He grabbed the rope with both hands and turned around to look!
This poem had no literary grace at all. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was a limerick.
However, the aura of a Son of Heaven was contained within.
At the same time, he had the literary talent of a beggar and the fate of the emperor.
The person who wrote this poem!
Who else could it be other than Zhu Yuanzhang?
At the same time, Su Chen stood on top of a mountain of coal.
Dressed in a Chinese tunic suit, his back was stained with blood and the setting sun. His expression was calm and steady.
He had an imposing appearance and looked a little peerless.
Su Chen spoke calmly. His voice was not loud, but in the ears of Chong Zhen and Eunuch Wang Chengen, it was like thunder.
"Since we have witnessed the death of Great Ming…"
"Why don't you see the might of our Great Ming!”
Su Chen said.
377 years into the modern era!
All the TV viewers were shocked by Su Chen's words.
"What?!"
"What did Su Chen just say?"
See the decline of my Ming Dynasty.
Have you ever seen the prosperity of my Ming Dynasty?
Why can't you see the might of my Great Ming?
In an instant, the 20 million Chinese viewers felt their bodies go numb. They felt as if they had been electrocuted!
"Aaah!"
"The rise of the Ming Dynasty? The might of the Great Ming Dynasty?"
"After being suppressed for half an hour, Su Chen's words ignited my anger!”
"F * ck! No way! Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang?"
"No way, no way! Was it that person? Is it that man?"
"What about Zhu Di? Where's Emperor Yongle Zhu Di!"
"Hahaha, this is great!"
"Next, I announce! Everyone, look, my Great Ming Mountains and Rivers are safe and sound. Everyone, listen to this dragon roar of Huaxia!!”
In an instant, Su Chen used a single sentence to detonate the hearts of all the audience!
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