Chapter 58

On the Sky Screen, the bullet chats exploded again:

【Ying Zheng (Qin Shi Huang): Look, what did I say? Soft from the roots!】

【Liu Bang (Han Taizu): Zhao Da, Zhao Da, your operation, I would call it "self-abolishing martial arts."】

【Liu Che (Han Wu Di): Tribute diplomacy, spending money to buy peace, tsk tsk, truly the demeanor of a "Greatest Emperor."】

【Li Shimin (Tang Taizong): Alas, overcorrecting, overcorrecting.】

Zhao Kuangyin looked at these glaring words, his heart aching like a knife.

He wanted to defend, wanted to refute, but when the words reached his lips, he couldn't say a word.

Because what these emperors said... seemed to be facts.

He released military power over wine, stabilized the inside, but abolished martial arts; he valued literature over martial arts, prospered culture, but weakened national defense.

He failed to recover the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun, leaving eternal trouble for later generations.

Could it be... he was really wrong?】

Just at this moment, another bullet chat floated across the Sky Screen:

【Qianlong (Qing Gaozong): Hahahaha, I said it, this Zhao the Big Black Fatty, only knows how to play little tricks!】

【What releasing military power over wine, I see it as giving away the empire over wine!】

【Look at my Great Qing, ten perfect military achievements, riding and shooting, that is true ability!】

【Your Great Song's literary governance is high, but without martial arts to match, it is ultimately walking with a lame leg!】

【Unlike me, who can write 40,000 poems and record ten perfect achievements, this is the true Greatest Emperor!】

Zhao Kuangyin: "..."

He was already cold-hearted, but seeing this bullet chat from Qianlong, a nameless fire "whoosh" rushed up.

Qianlong? That one who writes doggerel poems? Also worthy of mocking me?!

What happened to your Great Qing? Isn't it also a minority nationality entering the Central Plains?! Your ten perfect military achievements? I see you are just exhausting the people and wasting money!】

He was about to erupt when another line floated across the Sky Screen:

【Zhu Di (Ming Chengzu): @Qianlong, shut up! You "bullet chat poet," also have the face to come out and jump?】

【How many of your "ten perfect military achievements" were actively looking for trouble and wasting money to gild yourself?】

【I conquered Mobei five times back then, and I didn't write poems until inflation like you! Also "foreign race"?】

【I, Zhu Di, sit in Beijing, guarding against you "Tungusic wild boars"! If you jump again, believe it or not, I will close the Shanhai Pass again?】

Zhao Kuangyin was stunned, then almost laughed out loud.

Tungusic wild boars? Close the Shanhai Pass again? This Zhu Di, scolding people is truly ruthless.

However... scolding well! This Qianlong is truly lacking a scolding!】

He felt a little better and looked at the Sky Screen.】

On the Sky Screen, the ranking about him was drawing to a close.】

The voice of that immortal sounded again:】

【In short, in view of Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin's merit in ending chaotic times, establishing literary governance, and treating scholars well, specially bestowed upon him: the territory he opened, 30 years of longevity, 5 years of favorable weather in the Great Song!】

The moment the voice fell, the Sky Screen shone with golden light again!】

Like last time, a pure golden light poured down from the center of the Sky Screen, vast and mighty, illuminating the night sky.】

In the golden light, a line of ancient large characters appeared:】

【Blessing: 30 years of longevity, 5 years of favorable weather.】

The moment the characters appeared, Zhao Kuangyin felt a warm current pour into his body, instantly flowing through his limbs and bones.】

It was an indescribable feeling of comfort, as if he had become twenty years younger, full of energy, refreshed.】

He looked down at his hands; the wrinkles on his skin seemed to have faded.】

And what was even more magical was that he felt a pulse coming from this land under his feet.】

That was the rushing of rivers, the undulating wheat waves, a sign of favorable weather and a bumper harvest.】

"This... this is an immortal's blessing..."

Zhao Kuangyin muttered to himself, his eyes suddenly wet.】

He ended the chaotic times of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, founded the Great Song, had merits, had faults, and later generations had mixed reviews.】

But the immortal recognized his merits and bestowed blessings.】

These 30 years of longevity, these 5 years of favorable weather, are the greatest affirmation of him.】

It was worth it.】

He took a deep breath, bowed deeply toward the Sky Screen: "I, thank the immortal for the grace!"】

On the Sky Screen, bullet chats flooded the screen again:】

【Ying Zheng (Qin Shi Huang):??? There is also a reward?! Why?! I also want it!】

【Liu Bang (Han Taizu): @Zhao Kuangyin, share ten years of longevity with me, I will seal you as the King of Qi!】

【Liu Che (Han Wu Di): 5 years of favorable weather... If my Great Han could also have favorable weather...】

【Li Shimin (Tang Taizong): Immortal's thick gift, Brother Zhao, congratulations.】

【Zhu Yuanzhang (Ming Taizu): Old Zhao, this wave is not a loss!】

【Zhu Di (Ming Chengzu): The old man is right.】

【Aisin Gioro Xuanye (Kangxi Emperor): Immortal's blessing, long-lasting fortune.】

【Aisin Gioro Hongli (Qianlong Emperor):... Doesn't my poetry deserve a reward?】

【Ying Zheng (Qin Shi Huang): Shut up.】

Zhao Kuangyin looked at these bullet chats, looked at the golden characters gradually dissipating on the Sky Screen, and suddenly laughed.】

Merits and faults, leave them for later generations to say.】

He, Zhao Kuangyin, ended the chaotic times of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, founded the Great Song's three-hundred-year foundation, released military power over wine, valued literature over martial arts, had gains and losses, had merits and faults.】

But at least, the immortal recognized him, and later generations remembered him.】

That is enough.】

He turned around, facing the whitening east outside the hall, and said loudly:】

"Pass my decree! Grant amnesty to the world, reduce taxes for five years!】

Also, have the historians record tonight's events in detail, the appearance of the Sky Screen, the immortal's blessing, recorded in history books, passed down to later generations!"】

"Yes!"】

The ministers in the hall knelt down, shouting "Long live."】

This ninth place of the Greatest Emperor, he, Zhao Kuangyin, is well-deserved!】

And at this moment, Qinghe Village.】

Gu Shanhe sat in front of the computer, watching the emotional points on the system panel soar again, a smile hooking the corner of his mouth.】

【Emotional Points +28888】】

【Emotional Points +46666】】

【Emotional Points +88888】】

【Emotional Points +166666】】

【Emotional Points +288888】】

...】

The numbers kept climbing, finally settling:】

【Current Emotional Points: 23,451,789】】

Twenty-three million four hundred fifty-one thousand seven hundred eighty-nine.】

And it was still growing.】

Gu Shanhe clicked on the lucky draw interface, looked at the golden turntable, thought for a moment, and didn't rush to draw.】

He wanted to save up, wait until the emotional points broke fifty million, and draw enough at once.】

He closed the panel and stretched.】

Outside the window came the roar of the construction team's machines, and the laughter of children in the village.】

He walked to the window, pushed it open, and saw dust flying at the village entrance, excavators working, and a group of children watching from afar, excited and jumping.】

The road had started to be repaired.】

The school would also be built.】

His hometown would get better and better.】

Gu Shanhe returned to the bedroom, continued to open the computer, and prepared to rank the eighth place.】

And at this moment, the emperors of all dynasties were also waiting.】

Ying Zheng stared at the night sky, gnashing his teeth: "Eighth place... if it's still not me, I will..."】

Liu Bang crossed his legs, eating melon seeds:】

"Old Ying, calm down, calm down. Maybe the eighth place is me?"】

Liu Che sneered: "You? A street rascal, also worthy of being the Greatest Emperor?"】

Li Shimin sighed: "Everyone, don't argue. Just wait for the Sky Screen."】

Zhu Yuanzhang touched his chin: "I think the eighth place should be me."】

Zhu Di nodded: "The old man is right."】

Qianlong silently deleted another doggerel poem he had just typed up, muttering in a low voice: "My poetry... is it really not good?"】

Zhu Di: "Shut up!"】

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