Chapter 481 How can there be meat and wine in this case?
King Wu of Qin raised the cauldron in order to fight for the title of orthodoxy and make final preparations for his subsequent march eastward.
If you really lift the Yongzhou tripod and carry it back, the next step will be to promote the destiny of Qin.
Although King Wu of Qin was bloody on the spot and the work was not accomplished, King Zhaoxiang of Qin who succeeded him was not affected. The Qin army went eastward and destroyed Zhou Dynasty and took Jiuding.
Accumulate enough strength and tell the world, this is the standard answer.
What about the Chu State? Although he clearly did not have the strength, King Huai of Chu still ran to aspire for the throne. After making his ambitions for the Central Plains known to the world, he ended up causing all kinds of troubles to the royal family of the Central Plains and the vassal states.
Isn't this a disease?
In Ying Chengyu's opinion, the Chu State is very contradictory, arrogant and inferior, extremely proud but also extremely concerned about other people's evaluations.
The witchcraft in this country is the courage rooted in the hearts of Chu people, but it is also the best excuse.
Qu Yuan, the official of Sanlu, threw himself into the Miluo River and died in Chu. This can be said to be unpatriotic.
However, this is actually an escape. The Chu State of Yingpo was not destroyed, so why not keep it useful? This is very strange.
But after Ying Chengyu found out that Qu Yuan was a great witch, it became clear.
Qu Yuan jumped into the river and died not to sacrifice his country, but to save his country.
[There is no one in the country and I don’t know it, so why should I care about my old capital!]
【Since I have nothing to do with my administration, I will live in Peng Xianzhi!】
These two sentences come from "Li Sao" and were written by Qu Yuan himself.
The country lacks loyalty and no one understands me, so why should I feel deeply nostalgic for my hometown?
Since it is not enough to carry out the US policy together, I will follow Peng Xian to his residence!
In the witchcraft culture, Peng Xian was a wise minister of the Yin and Shang dynasties. After the demise of the Yin and Shang dynasties, he threw himself into the water and died and became a god, protecting the surviving families of the Yin and Shang dynasties.
Qu Yuan, the man who stood at the top of the Chu State's power pyramid, still pinned all his hopes on the illusory witches. How could the thousands of Chu people who are neither educated nor wise not regard witches as their spiritual support?
At the last moment of their demise, the King of Chu was still imagining that their Donghuang Taitian God would descend to earth and save them from water and fire.
The reason why Chu State can become a powerful country in the world is due to its pride and belief.
Failure is also due to pride and faith.
Just like the evil wind of Korean martial arts, it has blown away the Korean people's old character of honoring their promises and daring to fight.
You can walk with one leg, but you can't go far.
Ying Chengxuan knew much more about Chu than King Qin Zhaoxiang thought.
He knew everything King Qin Zhaoxiang said, and he also knew what King Qin Zhaoxiang couldn't say.
His fear of the Chu State actually came from only one person, the Overlord of Western Chu, Xiang Yu.
What most people know about Xiang Yu.
Usually it is the arrogance of the Hongmen Banquet, the sorrow of being besieged on all sides, the sadness of Farewell My Concubine, and the heroism of Suicide in Wujiang River.
It seems that Xiang Yu has never taken any advantage and always suffered.
But Ying Chengyu, who loves to read useless books, stood on the long river of history, and recounted the life of the overlord of Western Chu from a few thousand words, was extremely wary of this man, even more so than Liu Bang.
Although it was Liu Bang who conquered the world, Xiang Yu was the one who destroyed Qin.
Without Xiang Yu, it is still unclear whether Qin would have died in the second generation.
Some people are destined to bring surprises to the world and will not stick to common sense.
Ying Chengyu did not put these things into words. He still sat still and even showed an attitude of listening respectfully.
He hadn't heard his grandfather speak for a long time. He wanted to hear his grandfather speak, and he could say anything.
Even if it's in a dream...
“Chu people all have rotten bones and blind arrogance. This is the shortcoming of this country.
"Other countries will learn from it if they perish, but Chu will not. The witches will not be destroyed if the country is destroyed, but the people of Chu...are you crying too much, little kid?"
Under the light of tears, Ying Chengyu looked at his grandfather's figure very hazy. He smiled and said:
"Although he knew it was false, and even though he knew that everything his grandfather said came from his subconscious, he still wanted to listen."
"..."
"Grandfather, it's time for Cheng Xi to go to court. Cheng Xi already knows everything about the six countries. Cheng Xi knows what to do."
"...let the poor have enough to eat."
Hazy and unable to see his figure clearly, Ying Ji picked up the last cauldron of unused mutton.
Use your mouth and nose together and inhale deeply.
"I have almost forgotten that my dragon does not believe in ghosts and gods, and competes with the sky during the wax sacrifice.
"Okay, okay, that's great."
Ying Ji touched his great-grandson's head and wiped away his great-grandson's tears.
The face that in Ying Chengxuan's memory was unparalleled in majesty to others and loving to him became clear, full of reluctance.
"This world will be changed because of the little people. Do what you want to do. You are the only king in the world. Because of you, this world truly exists."
Ying Chengyu's vision blurred again and he murmured in a low voice.
"grandfather……"
Ying Ji's face could not be seen clearly, but his chuckle was still clear.
"Don't cry. Didn't you tell me that this is a dream? It's a lie..."
Ying Chengyu's eyes suddenly widened with disbelief and incomprehension.
He decided that he was dreaming.
But since he already knew it was a dream, he should wake up from this dream!
How could the grandfather in the dream say that this was his dream? Can the person in the dream know that this was his dream?
"Grandpa, you..."
He stood up eagerly, too excited to continue speaking.
King Qin Zhaoxiang put his hands on his great-grandson's shoulders, pressed his great-grandson on the throne again, and laughed heartily.
He laughed so hard that his body was unsteady, his face blurred, and his body emitted wisps of smoke-like mist.
"Hahahaha, who can tell the difference between dreams, reality, illusion, and reality? My little dragon can! Wake up!"
Ying Chengyu, who had been keeping his eyes open, opened them.
The magnificent and bright palace, where civil and military officials from all dynasties sat quietly, the golden coiled dragon on the pillars of Xianyang Palace is still there.
It was indeed a dream...
Ying Chengyu felt lost. He left the backrest, leaned forward, lowered his head slightly, and his eyes accidentally fell on the table in front of him.
Suddenly solidified!
In his memory, there was nothing on the table, but two cauldrons of mutton! A wine flask! And an empty bottle with residual wine liquid visible at the bottom!
Even the placement is exactly the same as the placement of my grandfather in the dream!
"Hahahaha, who can tell the difference between dreams, reality, illusion and reality..."
His grandfather's laughter echoed in his ears again, and he thought about his every move in the dream. When several scenes of his grandfather smelling mutton, smelling fine wine, but not eating, passed by, Ying Chengyu shuddered suddenly.
No matter which country you are in, the food records of gods and ghosts are all about gastronomy!
He lowered his head and stared at the empty bottle, as if he knew why his grandfather said it was empty even though the bottle was full of wine.
If what was just now was not a dream, but my grandfather had really been here, then in his eyes, this was an empty bottle!
If you have smelled it, you have eaten it.
His heart was greatly shaken, and he pinched his thigh hard, using the severe pain to keep his face silent, and looked at Zhang Han, who was standing beside him and was not smiling.