Spoiler History: Starting from the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 773: Music and Gaming
For the Ming Dynasty's rulers and ministers, the scenes of the future that were about to unfold were truly unprecedented and shocking.

After all, in this video, although the clothing differences are quite large, it is still clear that more than half of the protagonists are women, which is enough to make everyone speechless.

Afterwards, whether it was the city that looked crowded from afar, or the celebration that was incomprehensible but felt unrestrained, it was inevitable that people would subconsciously compare it with the Yingtianfu New Year celebration last month.

As for the strange and diverse people at the end, and the seemingly naked man with golden beard and blue skin, they made everyone silent. Even the elderly like Li Shanchang was silently stroking his beard to calm down.

Therefore, at this moment, the Huagai Hall was eerily silent, and Zhu Yuanzhang's voice echoed with a slightly helpless feeling.

Among the two princes who encountered this situation for the first time, Zhu Chong closed his eyes and tried hard to recall the gun-like thing he had just seen, as well as the bow and arrow that looked quite complicated.

Zhu Gang's concern was much simpler. After carefully looking at his father, he pulled his eldest brother's sleeve with an unspeakable expression on his face:

"How did the Ming Dynasty become like this?"

Zhu Biao curled his lips and whispered:

"These are the descendants of the Ming Dynasty, but not the Ming Dynasty. As for this place, it should not be within the territory of the Chinese nation. It is most likely a foreign country."

Zhu Biao then left his brother aside to ponder the answer.

After all, the more important thing at the moment is his father who no one responds to. Based on Zhu Biao's understanding of his father, if he ignores him, the next step may be to face an angry Ming emperor.

Well, in a sense, my dad’s temper is a bit similar to that of U.A.

With a mess of thoughts running through his head, Zhu Biao looked up and saw words floating across the light curtain.

Li Shimin: This Paris should be the capital of France in the future, and it also has grievances with China in the future.

Zhao Kuangyin: Although I don't understand the meaning of the Olympic Games, from a brief perspective, it seems to be similar to the New Year's competition of horseback riding and archery in foreign countries, except that our system should be better.

Looking at the words of the two "former emperors", Zhu Yuanzhang's face looked better, which made Zhu Biao silently relieved, thanked them in his heart, and hurried forward:
"When I looked at that vast map earlier, I remembered that there was a kingdom called France to the northeast of Portugal."

"Although there are hundreds of years between them and later times, I think the difference in the country names won't be that big after all. Most likely, this France is France."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded reservedly, but immediately had a question:

"Biao'er's words make sense, but why should we, the younger generation, travel thousands of miles to a foreign country to entertain its people?"

At this point, Zhu Yuanzhang's dissatisfaction was evident in his words.

This is not surprising. As Emperor Taizu of Song said, since the Han Dynasty, when the vassal states of China came to China to pay homage, they were required to present tributes and gifts.

Correspondingly, the suzerain emperor was required to give a banquet in accordance with etiquette, and at the banquet, the vassal states would often let their athletes or talented people perform to please the Chinese emperor.

Zhu Yuanzhang was of course aware of this thousand-year-old tradition, so he found it a little difficult to accept it at first. He thought that they were all foreigners coming to China, so how come hundreds of years later the situation was reversed and we became their subjects?
Zhu Su stood up:

"Dad, the later generations call it the Olympic Games. Although I don't understand the meaning, it is definitely different from the pilgrimage performance. After all, the later generations also count the number of sessions."

"And the opening words specifically mention the capital of France, which shows that this grand ceremony cannot be held in one place for a long time." Zhu Su saw his elder brother's encouraging eyes as he spoke, and after a pause, he continued to speculate:

"According to what I have seen and what people have said in later times, this incident was probably carried out in many countries."

"From the customs of foreign countries, we can see that the host country can let hundreds of countries know its own style, display its national style, and enhance its national prestige."

"This meeting may be a competition among athletes from hundreds of countries. The strength of a country can be seen from its victory or defeat. It can also be called a game of games among countries."

Zhu Su spoke while thinking, and these words made Zhu Biao nod frequently, feeling that his fifth brother had indeed expressed what he was thinking.

However, Zhu Di gently touched Zhu Su with his shoulder:
"It is true that it shows the national style. Although it has been a hundred years, I now have some impression of France, which has so many Kunlun slaves."

"But to enhance the country's prestige... Where is the prestige?"

Zhu Su was silent. After all, he was not a novice. He could guess what the three people's closing of the door meant, but the number and gender of these people...

That's fine, is this really appropriate for this occasion? Or is this also part of the national style?

Some people in the Huagai Hall agreed with Zhu Di's words in their hearts, and many more people were still recalling this rare scene of a foreign country in the future. Although no one spoke for the time being, everyone felt that if they didn't write a short note to express their feelings when they returned, they would probably find it difficult to fall asleep at night.

For example, Luo Guanzhong's eyes almost lit up, and he wished he could immediately get up and ask the Jinyiwei who was copying the painting to see how many scenes he had memorized.

Daoyan beside him stopped fiddling with his rosary beads and stared at the light screen with his back straight, his expression changing constantly.

After listening to Lao Wu's analysis, Zhu Yuanzhang also had a vague understanding in his heart:

"Whether it's a gunfight, an archery contest, or some unknown competition, they are all military arts! Comparing skills is like comparing the strength of the army!"

"As for the art of playing with water, seeing how much people in later generations talked about maritime affairs, we can see how much they cared about the navy. This is not surprising!"

When the emperor spoke, the others nodded frequently, except Zhu Di who whispered:
"But I see that most of the competitors are women. How can women in later generations still be able to fight on the battlefield and win glory..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhu Di cried out:
"I don't have any grievances against you, mother. The safety of Hezhou and Jiangning depends on you. How could I forget this?"

"I think women in the future will take mother as an example and serve the country as well as men... Mom, please stop talking. My son's ears are really going to fall off."

Zhu Yuanzhang looked straight ahead, but as the current emperor, he could still see its value, so he coughed lightly and asked the question he was most concerned about:
"Such a grand art competition, is it possible for our Ming Dynasty to imitate it?"

This question did not seem to need an answer. Zhu Biao also knew that his father had always been troubled by the hope that there would be a better way than the foreign countries to pay homage during the great court meeting to announce to other countries the achievements of the Ming Dynasty in defeating the Hu Yuan and restoring China. Therefore, he had no choice but to stand up at this time:
"Please leave this matter to me!"

At the same time, in the old Prime Minister's Mansion in Yecheng, after Kong Ming memorized the scene of future generations in his mind, he also keenly realized its value.

Since the Yellow Turban Rebellion, the Han Dynasty had been in civil strife for more than 30 years. Although it was still able to subdue the barbarian states, it ultimately made the foreign ministers unsure whether to respect the prime minister or the emperor, and the Han Dynasty lost its dignity.

But now, referring to this celebration in later generations, after looking at Lord Xuande, Kong Ming also had a plan:
"I ask Your Majesty to follow the example of future generations and order the Zhou state and hundreds of countries to promote arts and classics, publicize the rise of the Han Dynasty and promote China."

(End of this chapter)