Chang’an Intoxicated, A Chaos-Bringing Concubine

Chapter 3: Never forget the past life

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Ever since he argued with Liang Ren last time, he has been dreaming.

In the dream, there were gold and iron horses, horns and drums, ear-splitting fights, endless mournful screams and horses roaring in the dark, but there was always a long river, a long river that he didn't know the name of, thousands of years ago. Carrying empty leisurely, infinity is also endless.

He has been to Zhongwei, seen the Jiuqu Yellow River, been to Wuhan, and seen the surging Yangtze River, but he has never seen the river in his dreams. On the other side of the river, there is a figure, black robes, long black hair, pale The face, the pupils were deep and deep, and he wanted to see clearly, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see the man's brows and eyes clearly. A voice came from his ear, like that pale face, "I'm waiting for you, I've been waiting you."

With the ruins and the sun setting, his figure was tall and clear, "As I said, I will wait for your return by the river."

He woke up, covered in cold sweat, but as if something had fallen, his heart suddenly ached. He looked through ancient history books, and finally found an important historical fact of Daihe that was not in line with the Yellow River and Yangtze River—the Battle of Feishui. However, there are so many wars related to the river. He explained to himself that he likes the history of the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, and he prefers the war-torn Wuhu and Sixteen Kingdoms. He carefully studied this strategic war that determined the unification of China's north and south. Yes, and finally came to a conclusion - as long as the former Qin Yang Pinggong Fu Rong survived, then the war might really change the pattern of the north and the south, and the former Qin would become the Qin Dynasty.

He asked his mentor, who said that the former Qin Dynasty did not have the conditions for the Southern Expedition at that time. Just wait a few more years, and when the Eastern Jin Dynasty's monarchs and ministers fall apart, it may be different.

Xuancheng said, "That means that as long as Duke Ping of Xiyang persuaded Fu Jian before the battle of Feishui, everything could be changed."

Liang Ren smiled wryly, "How can history be repeated? History cannot be assumed. The former Qin Dynasty did not have the ability to unify the world at all."

Xuancheng retorted, "The situation at that time was strong in the north and weak in the south, why can't they be unified?"

Liang Ren said, "The reason why the former Qin could not annex the Eastern Jin in one fell swoop is mainly because the internal ethnic and cultural issues were not resolved. The Chinese system at that time was in the Eastern Jin, and the orthodoxy was not in the former Qin. The former Qin was destined to perish."

There was a smile on the corner of Xuancheng's mouth, "Then the bottom line is that the former King of Qin couldn't accept the words of Yang Pinggong and other Ming officials."

"I read a post on the Internet, which said that if the former Qin prince was not Fu Hong, but Fu Jian made Yang Pinggong the emperor's younger brother, then the former Qin might have unified China."

Liang Renqi's brows turned green, "The Internet is poisonous, and the harm is not shallow. You can believe this nonsense."

"You attribute all factors to people, which violates the materialist dialectics theory of Marxist philosophy."

Xuancheng was stunned suddenly, lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, he raised his eyes, stared straight into Liang Ren's eyes, and said firmly, "Director Liang, as long as I can find evidence to prove that I am If this project is established, then you must give me a chance to be selected for an excellent graduation thesis."

Liang Ren smiled, Senbai's teeth were particularly charming, "It's not just an excellent paper, as long as you can prove that the decisive factor of your character is established, I'm afraid the entire history circle will be shocked."

In the evening, Xuancheng stood by Zhiyuan's small river, his eyes were looking somewhere, his clothes were fluttering, and his hair was slowly rising.

"Who are you?"

"Where are you?"

"Are you still waiting for me? The river. I will come back." He heard the voice in his heart asking.

He lay quietly on the bed, thinking quietly, "I will find the historical facts, and I will prove that man can conquer nature." He kept muttering.

Zhutou turned off the light, the wind rustled outside, and the faint moonlight revealed on the bed. Xuancheng still couldn't sleep, and he didn't even dare to close his eyes. He was afraid of that dream, but he looked forward to it. Then, his body and will fight.

"I'm waiting for you. I've been waiting for you."

"I said, I'll wait for your return by the river."

A familiar voice sounded, as if holding his hand for a thousand years, his consciousness finally fell into an abyss of darkness presumptuously. He tried his best not to fall asleep. The strong whistling of the wind and the whistling of horses swallowed him wantonly.

"Pig head."

"Xiao Huang."

"radish."

At that moment, he was so helpless when he heard his own voice, however, everything was a foregone conclusion.

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A dream for thousands of years, if life is just like seeing it at first sight.