Blue Star.
Su Dong moved his mouse and prepared to play the last video.
Cai Jing!
Every dynasty liked to make rankings.
For example, Li Shi Min's 24 meritorious officials of Lingyan Pavilion and Liu Xiu's 28 generals of Yuntai.
This was the merit ranking.
Correspondingly, there was naturally a reverse ranking.
For example, there was a saying in the history of the Ming Dynasty that there were six treacherous officials in the Ming Dynasty, and Yan Song was the head of the six treacherous officials.
Similarly, the Song Dynasty had a similar ranking.
And Cai Jing was the leader of the Six Thieves of the Song Dynasty!
To a certain extent, Cai Jing's treachery was much inferior to the other people on the rankings.
In terms of what he had done, he was the clearest of the ten.
The reason why Su Dong listed him as the number one treacherous official was because Jingkang was too shameful.
Therefore, Cai Jing wasn't the main focus of this video. He wanted to talk about the shame of Jingkang.
The greatest humiliation in the history of China!
In the myriad worlds, the light screen lit up.
Sad, melancholic, and dull music rang out between heaven and earth, attracting everyone's attention.
Whether it was the emperor, the generals, or the commoners, they all looked up at the light screen.
They were extremely curious as to who and what kind of treacherous official would be the last to be broadcasted.
Liu Bang stroked his white beard and muttered to himself,
"This is the last one. Please don't let it be my big man. I'm already so old.”
Li Shimin frowned and looked at Empress Zhangsun.
"Guanyin maid, what do you think? If the last traitor was in my Tang Dynasty, I would be furious.”
Empress Zhangsun smiled." Your Majesty, please continue to watch. I can't say for sure about such matters."”
Zhao Kuangyin pursed his lips and didn't say anything.
Other than the fact that the scholars ruled the country and the military officers had some minor problems, he was not really worried about treacherous officials.
The scholar-bureaucrats ruled the country.
At least…Liang Yi's wanton killing of officials of the same dynasty would not happen in Great Song.
Zhu Yuanzhang snorted angrily and said,"
"Zhen wants to see if this last treacherous official belongs to my Great Ming!”
All the officials trembled.
God bless me, please don't let it be Great Ming's. His Majesty has always been strict with catching corruption. If there is another wave of cleansing, no one can stand it!
A scene appeared on the screen.
A white-haired old man stood in the reeds, his wrinkled face full of sorrow.
He looked to the north, raised his flute with a trembling hand, and began to play gently.
"Wuwuwu…"
The sorrowful voice spread throughout the myriad worlds. Everyone could not help but rub their eyes.
"Why…do I have the urge to cry?”
"This flute sound…how sad must it be to be able to play such a heart-stirring flute!”
"Sob, sob."
In the Southern Song Dynasty, some scholars who understood the situation picked up the instruments in their hands and began to play with tears in their eyes.
" Shame on Jingkang!!!"
" This is a disgrace to Great Song!!"
In the video, the flute ended and the old man slowly fell into the reeds.
The scene changed.
At this moment, the old man was lying on the bed. His old face was still looking at the north with a childish look. Two streams of hot tears fell from his eyes.
He asked his nearly 60-year-old son to help him up, grind the ink, raise the brush, and raise his trembling hands to write the last poem of his life.
A poem that had been passed down through the ages!
"Son, I won't be able to see the Great Song conquer the Northern Lands. After I die, when the imperial army conquers the Northern Lands, don't forget to tell me the good news.”
After saying that, he wrote the last word. The brush fell, and ink spilled everywhere.
As for the old man himself, he fell backward, his eyes still staring unwillingly towards the north.
Even if he died, he wanted to hear the news of subduing the Northlands.
"Father!"
The 60-year-old man cried loudly.
A gentle breeze blew in from outside the window, lifting up the poem that the old man had just written.
The camera zoomed in.
Finally, this poem appeared in front of everyone.
When I'm dead, I know that everything is empty,
but sadly, I can't see that the nine states are the same.
The day the king's army pacified the Central Plains,
Don't forget to tell Nai Weng about the family sacrifice.
Everyone was shocked.
How persistent must he be to write such a poem!
"On the day that the imperial army pacified the Central Plains, we must not forget to tell Naiweng about the family sacrifice.”
Li Shi Min thought for a long time and sighed,""Good poem, just this line alone can be passed down through the ages.”
"It's just that I don't know what happened in the future that made him write such a heart-wrenching poem.”
But sadly, the nine states are not the same?
Ying Zheng, who had just sat down, instantly stood up, his eyes fixed on the light screen like those of the Grim Reaper, while a chill rippled around him.
" But sadly, we can't see the Nine States together?!"
"I fought for six generations and swept across the eight wastelands before destroying the six countries and unifying the world. From then on, the nine provinces were unified.”
"Why would the Nine Provinces be different in the future?”
"What are the future generations doing?!!”
Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was furious.
"The Nine Provinces are different? The Central Plains is unstable?"
"What happened in the future?”
"From the beginning of Dayu's summer to the day I ruled the world, for a full 2,000 years, the Central Plains was the ancestral land of China, and the Nine Provinces were the territory of China.”
"Why would this person write such a sad poem?!”
No one who became the emperor was a fool.
Not to mention the high level of education, at least this poem could be understood.
All the emperors before the Song Dynasty were both sad and angry.
"I want to see what exactly happened.!”
"I wonder which dynasty in the future is so disappointing!”
"I guess it's the Song Dynasty. The Song Dynasty could have won, but Zhao Gou and Qin Hui didn't dare to fight. The strange thing of losing money after winning is only found in the Song Dynasty. No wonder the heavens define the Song Dynasty as weak!”
Zhu Yuanzhang sighed. He stood up and walked down the hall. Under everyone's surprised expressions, he walked past the officials and walked out of the hall.
The officials looked at each other, and the officials in the front looked at each other and hurriedly followed.
Outside the hall, Zhu Yuanzhang stood with his hands behind his back. His eyes were deep as he looked at the scorching sun and muttered to himself.
"Four hundred years ago, Shi Jingtang offered the Sixteen Prefectures of Youyun.”
"Two hundred and sixty years ago, the Jin Dynasty invaded Kaifeng. Thousands of imperial concubines and officials were humiliated, and the Northern Song Dynasty perished.”
"A hundred years ago, Lu Xiufu embraced the young emperor and entered the sea with 100,000 people.”
"Nearly a hundred years of foreign rule, the people are in dire straits, and hunger is everywhere.”
"Thirty years ago, the peasant uprising broke out, and countless people finally picked up their knives and walked the path of anti-yuan.”
"Fifteen years ago, I chased the Beiyuan, pacified Zhang Shicheng and Chen Youliang, subdued the sixteen states of Youyun, established the Ming Dynasty, and established Hongwu.”
"Since then, the Nine Regions have returned to China, and Northern Yuan has been expelled from the Central Plains.”
"The mountains and rivers cover the land of China, and the sun and moon reopen the Great Song!”
"The dead know that everything is empty, but sadly, the nine states are not the same.”
"On the day that the imperial army pacified the Central Plains, we must not forget to tell Naiweng about the family sacrifice.”
"Now that the Central Plains has been pacified, the Nine Provinces have been unified.”
"Mr. Shanyin, you…can rest in peace.”
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