Chapter 285

This was the first time the Blue Star netizens had felt such an impact.

Previous films all carried some purpose, with a definite ending; if a person was shown to be miserable, they would encounter obstacles everywhere in the film, making people clearly feel that miserable life.

But this one from Polar Star was different.

From the efforts of his youth to the ambition of his adulthood.

The Blue Star netizens watched the young man grow step by step, and could almost imagine how brilliant the young man's future would be.

But his father's death made him waste three years.

But the Blue Star netizens did not see him discouraged; instead, he was constantly learning and improving.

Such a life should have been a song of triumph all the way.

Letting them witness the young man's flair.

But...

Just because of the jealousy and fear of a villain, using the excuse that "participating in the imperial examination is unfilial," Li He's 20-plus years of struggle were cut off, wasting his whole life.

Until later, under someone's recommendation, he became a Fengli Lang.

And that idleness, along with the darkness of the officialdom, completely shattered Li He's beliefs in those three years.

Seeing this.

The Blue Star netizens were also just full of regret.

How could such a young man encounter such an experience?

But when they saw the line, "I do not know the height of the blue sky or the thickness of the yellow earth. I only see the cold moon and warm sun, coming to fry human life," the watching Blue Star netizens felt their hearts tremble, and only then did they feel how desperate Li He was at that time.

This kind of despair cannot be seen just by watching a movie.

But it can be felt from those verses.

What kind of despair must it be to write such words as "frying human life"...

The Blue Star netizens in Fang Ming's stream took a long time to recover.

And when they urged Fang Ming to continue watching, Fang Ming noticed the multiple "Explosive" messages that had popped up, and when he clicked on them, he discovered that Polar Star's 【Viewing Version】 had already swept the entire Federation.

Not just the Daxia Federation, even the neighboring Federation had several explosive headlines moved over.

Fang Ming looked at the Federation headlines and gasped: "50 rankings, 50 'Explosive' tags?"

"Polar Star's 【Viewing Version】 has gone crazy?"

Fang Ming's gaze followed the Federation headlines from top to bottom; they were almost all 【Viewing Version】 entries.

And each one was a different 【Viewing Version】.

Explosive #1. Yan Zhenqing!

Explosive #2. Requiem for My Nephew!

Explosive #3. Prime Minister Zhuge!

Explosive #37. Li He!

Explosive #38. I do not know the height of the blue sky or the thickness of the yellow earth. I only see the cold moon and warm sun, coming to fry human life!

Fang Ming looked at the list, inexplicably feeling shocked along with the netizens in the stream: "Hiss."

"Li He is only ranked in the 30s?"

"Just how many soul-stirring films are there in these 【Viewing Versions】 from Polar Star?!"

Unbelievable.

"Li He," who had such a huge shocking impact on them.

Was actually ranked so low on the headlines.

This meant that others had also watched the life of "Li He," but relatively speaking, the ones in front must be even more shocking.

Otherwise, the ranking couldn't be so high.

This made them even more curious.

After all, the life experience of "Li He" was appearing in a film for the first time; besides being different from previous films, more importantly, it was the shock brought by the poetry.

And those ranked in front.

Seemed to be even more shocking than Li He's experience?

Fang Ming glanced at the ranking of the headline hot searches, which were changing in real-time, so he took a screenshot and hung it in the stream: "Brothers."

"Let's take a look at this list first."

"How shocking their lives are compared to Li He's."

"Let me see..."

"Yan Zhenqing is a calligraphy master, I remember, it was widely circulated during the 【Song Dynasty】, but I haven't learned about his life experience."

"But the Prime Minister Zhuge below."

"This one is quite powerful; he's a ruthless person."

"Those who have played the 【Three Kingdoms】 version should all know, but such a powerful Prime Minister is actually ranked below Yan Zhenqing? What exactly did Yan Zhenqing go through?"

The ranking of these headlines was clearly not based on ability, but on the things these figures experienced.

So even a figure like Li He who died young.

Was pushed onto the headline hot searches because of the "frying human life" shock to the Blue Star netizens.

And compared to Prime Minister Zhuge.

Yan Zhenqing, this calligraphy master, actually rushed to the top of the list, which meant that many netizens were shocked by Yan Zhenqing's experience.

What kind of experience could rush to the top of the list? For a time, it aroused the curiosity of countless people.

Who knows how many people clicked into the 【Yan Zhenqing】 viewing version to watch.

Fang Ming was the same.

Under the urging of the netizens in the stream, Fang Ming, who had just recovered his emotions, and the many netizens in the stream immediately watched the life experience of 【Yan Zhenqing】.

As they clicked it open.

The screen slowly lit up.

What came into view was a little boy who looked only three years old, dressed in white mourning clothes, kneeling in front of a coffin crying and burning paper, while a woman beside him, also dressed in white mourning clothes, held him tightly, crying silently.

The composition of these scenes already indicated everything.

The scene shifted.

That child who lost his father had grown into a handsome young man.

And the young man was currently in the school, watching the teacher in front with undivided attention, learning knowledge.

This scene.

Made Fang Ming and the Blue Star netizens in the stream feel a bit dazed.

The Li He they just watched was also this hardworking.

It's just that the ending wasn't good.

Both of their gazes were equally firm, making people feel that this child would surely become a great talent.

But having had the lesson of Li He.

The Blue Star netizens in the stream suppressed their expectations, lest they suffer another blow when the time came.

Soon.

The scene arrived at the time when Yan Zhenqing was 25 years old.

This year.

Yan Zhenqing passed the imperial examination and was appointed as a proofreader in the Secretariat, stepping into his official career.

But not many years later.

His mother, Lady Yin, passed away, and Yan Zhenqing went to Luo Yang to mourn for three years.

Hiss—

The sound of gasping in the stream rose.

This plot.

Was too familiar.

It's just that compared to Li He.

Yan Zhenqing passed the imperial examination and had already been in his official career for several years before his closest relative passed away.

Although he mourned for three years.

But it shouldn't affect too much.

The Blue Star netizens in the stream thought, and continued to watch.

Soon.

As Yan Zhenqing's three-year mourning period ended, he returned to Chang'an.

Because of his talent and erudition.

He was successively appointed as a county magistrate, an inner historian, and finally an imperial censor, ordered to inspect Hedong and Longzhou.

Subsequently, during the inspection process, he redressed the unjust prison cases in Wuyuan and was praised by the people.

The Blue Star netizens in the stream breathed a sigh of relief.

From here, one could see Yan Zhenqing's strength; if this continued, he would surely rise steadily.

It's just that...

Looking at the time now.

It was less than ten years before the outbreak of the An Lushan Rebellion.

What would happen then?

Inexplicably.

The Blue Star netizens in the stream felt that Yan Zhenqing's affairs were likely to happen during the An Lushan Rebellion.

After all, this An Lushan Rebellion was a major plot in the 【Tang Dynasty】 version.

It's just that no matter how many Blue Star players there were, they couldn't be like real Earthlings who knew history like the back of their hands, because for Blue Star netizens, these were all game plots.

So many people didn't know about Yan Zhenqing's situation during the An Lushan Rebellion.

Because what Blue Star players remembered and understood were often emperors, generals, or heroes of troubled times, and there wasn't much attention paid to others; this was also why many Blue Star players understood the 【Tang Dynasty】.

But they hadn't heard of 【Li He】 or only knew a little about people like 【Yan Zhenqing】.

Because compared to emperors and generals who were easy to remember, Blue Star players would ignore the people below most of the time.

And this was why after the 960-part 【Viewing Version】 was released, there were so many explosive entries that rushed up.

Because many were figures that Blue Star players hadn't learned about.

Learning about them for the first time, they were shocked.

And precisely because of this, it made people wonder what kind of experience could allow these people to suppress the experiences of many emperors and generals and climb to the top of the Federation's hot search headlines.

In the scene.

Yan Zhenqing worked hard to govern, redressed unjust prison cases, his official career was smooth, and he rose steadily.

However.

Soon, Yan Zhenqing attracted the attention of Yang Guozhong.

But Yan Zhenqing's personality was destined to be incompatible with Yang Guozhong; this point could be seen just from Yan Zhenqing's life experience, and being watched by Yang Guozhong... the Blue Star netizens' hearts tightened.

Soon.

Just as they thought.

Because of his incompatibility with Yang Guozhong, in just 4 years, Yan Zhenqing was transferred away from the center twice, and even at the age of 45, he was sent out of Chang'an alone to serve as the Prefect of Pingyuan.

And at this time, it was less than two years before the outbreak of the An Lushan Rebellion, when An Lushan rose in rebellion from Fanyang.

And it was only then that many Blue Star netizens noticed.

Pingyuan, where Yan Zhenqing was appointed, was one of the territories occupied by An Lushan when he rose in rebellion two years later.

Seeing Yan Zhenqing in the scene holding a map and looking for the road to Pingyuan.

All the Blue Star netizens in the stream felt their hearts tighten.

For no other reason.

Because the An Lushan Rebellion was about to come.

The scene shifted.

Yan Zhenqing had already arrived in Pingyuan, but unlike what the Blue Star netizens thought, after arriving in Pingyuan Commandery, because An Lushan already had signs of rebellion at this time.

So after Yan Zhenqing arrived, he discovered something wrong.

He submitted memorials to Chang'an many times, but the memorials were like stones sinking into the sea, with no news.

Helpless.

Yan Zhenqing could only use the excuse of constant rain to reinforce the city walls, dredge the moat, recruit strong men to work, and he himself drove a boat with friends to drink every day to confuse An Lushan.

And the scene shifted to An Lushan's side.

An Lushan looked at the report below, which said that Yan Zhenqing drank with people every day and returned drunk, and couldn't help but sneer: "Sure enough, he's just a scholar, not worth worrying about."

Then he didn't take it to heart and plotted the rebellion.

Soon.

In the 14th year of Tianbao, An Lushan rose in rebellion in Fanyang under the pretext of "worrying about the country's danger" and receiving a secret edict to crusade against Yang Guozhong.

However.

The speed of the rebel army's attack was unexpected.

An Lushan rose in rebellion from Fanyang, and in just over twenty days, he attacked the north bank of the Yellow River, then split his army into two routes to take Luo Yang directly.

It took no more than a month.

But half of the Great Tang's territory had already fallen.

And just at this time.

Changshan Prefect Yan Gaoqing and Pingyuan Prefect Yan Zhenqing jointly raised an army to crusade against An Lushan, and subsequently, seventeen surrounding commanderies responded one after another; for a time, An Lushan's power was like a snake cut at the waist.

This change.

Forced An Lushan to abandon the attack on Chang'an and quickly return to Luo Yang.

Then he couldn't wait to ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor, established the Great Yan, and then split his army into five routes to attack, one of which joined Shi Siming to attack Changshan from the north and south, fiercely attacking for eight days.

Changshan city was broken.

Changshan Prefect Yan Gaoqing was captured, refused to yield to death, scolded An Lushan angrily, had his tongue cut out by An Lushan, and even with a mouth full of blood, he still scolded without stopping, and was ordered by An Lushan to be dismembered to death.

His son Yan Jiming and more than thirty members of the Yan family were beheaded and displayed to the public.

However.

Was it just like this?

No.

The scene shifted.

Yan Zhenqing, who was defending Pingyuan Commandery, stood on the city tower, his hands gripping the cold wall bricks tightly, the veins on the back of his hands jumping.

His gaze fell on the mottled wooden box.

That was a "gift" just sent by An Lushan's messenger; the wooden box hadn't been opened yet, but that layer of solidified blood was all telling what this was.

The people around already had some guesses, and the deputy general's voice trembled: "My lord, this..."

Wanting to ask if Yan Zhenqing wanted to see it.

Yan Zhenqing raised his hand to stop him, his face like iron, and then slowly opened the wooden box himself.

The head of his nephew Yan Jiming.

Lay quietly inside.

The young man's face was as pale as paper, the cut on his neck was uneven, already solidified into a black-purple color, sticking to a few strands of broken hair.

Yan Zhenqing's pupils shrank violently, his palms clenched, his stomach spasmed, and a fishy sweetness surged into his mouth, so painful that he almost sprayed blood, but Yan Zhenqing suddenly closed the wooden box and shouted in an icy voice: "The rebels are trying to disrupt our army's morale!"

"Take this thing!"

"Throw it back!!!"

The soldiers were silent, took the wooden box, and left in a hurry.

The deputy general next to him wanted to say something, but Yan Zhenqing slowly closed his eyes and waved his hand; the deputy general tactfully took the people away until everyone had left the city wall.

Yan Zhenqing staggered backward, supported the city wall, and retched blood, his voice mournful and shrill: "Big brother!!!"

"Jiming!!!"

That was his closest big brother, that was his favorite nephew.

How could it not hurt?

After Yan Zhenqing retched until he almost fainted, he slumped on the city wall, his body seemingly drained of most of his spirit, and a heart like dead ashes was probably just like this.

Late at night.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

Yan Zhenqing held a torch alone, walking in the mass grave outside the city, searching for the wooden box from the daytime among the corpses thrown here at will.

When he found it.

The wooden box was already broken, and the head of his nephew Yan Jiming had fallen into the mud, full of stains.

Yan Zhenqing staggered over, stumbling, and picked up the head with trembling hands.

Yan Zhenqing pressed the cold head tightly against his heart and cried bitterly: "Jiming... Jiming!!!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

This scene, which looked horrifying to ordinary people, seemed so insignificant at this moment under Yan Zhenqing's mournful voice.

Scenes flashed through Yan Zhenqing's mind.

He remembered this child pulling his sleeve to practice calligraphy when he was young, his face covered in ink, remembered this child often asking for advice, his words of taking him as a goal, remembered the last news reported by the scout when Changshan city was broken: "Yan Jiming scolded the thieves without stopping, and was carved in the heart and broken in the bones."

Yan Zhenqing cried silently, his hoarse throat full of sorrow: "It was your uncle... who harmed you..."

"..."

It seemed that Heaven knew how tragic and desolate this was; thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, and a rainstorm arrived in an instant.

Yan Zhenqing slumped in the rain holding his nephew's head, the rainwater washing over the head, the water mixing with the rain and blooming on Yan Zhenqing's chest; Yan Zhenqing held his nephew's head and came back to his senses.

Listening to the roaring and deafening thunder, Yan Zhenqing realized, took off his robe to wrap his nephew's head: "It's cold here... Jiming... let's go home."

"Go home..."

"..."

Yan Zhenqing held his nephew's head and stumbled toward the city.

This scene.

Made the Blue Star netizens in the stream hold their breath.

The feeling of despair had already overflowed the screen.

Making people unable to help but hold their breath, not daring to watch anymore.

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