When Ji Han and his men traveled to the Three Kingdoms crew

Chapter 745 No way? Can the Han people really communicate with the stars?!
Liu Bei's words were not sharp, but there was a sense of affinity in his voice, and his eyes were sincere as if he was speaking from the bottom of his heart.

Black Cat, who knew Liu Bei well, could not help but say, "Dean, Professor, Mr. Liu is right. Isn't it true that the author of the Zhongzang Jing cannot be determined or confirmed? But it does not prevent the Zhongzang Jing from influencing the Chinese medicine community!"

"Yes, yes." Everyone whispered, agreeing with what the two said.

Liu Bei smiled again, "If you really want to fight for the right to speak, after confirming that the content of the book is correct, wouldn't it be easy to solve the problem by adding the seven words 'It is said to be written by Hua Tuo'?"

Wu, Zhang and Li looked at each other, and saw a trace of relief on each other's faces. Yes, you are right. If it really doesn't work, can't we just say that it is said to be the work of Hua Tuo?

Seeing the atmosphere become relaxed, Zhen De, who was watching, sighed in his heart: What I said just now was almost right. Well, it's still Brother Liu who has to take action.

After Liu Bei's speech, Wu, Zhang, Li, and others were relieved. They expressed their gratitude to Zhen De, Liu Bei, and Zhao Yun one by one. What Zhen De didn't expect was that he also received an unexpected surprise.

"Since Director Zhen, Mr. Liu and Mr. Zhao are willing to donate these books to our school, we cannot be vague with you. I heard that you all never forget to promote the TV series when you go out to play. Let me make a decision on behalf of our school principal. Our school will help promote your crew! Especially our students, let them all give good reviews to The Three Kingdoms!" Dean Wu shook hands with Zhen De with a smile on his face.

Zhen De was a little embarrassed. "Thank you for your kindness, Dean Wu. I'll take your help in promoting it. Forget about forcing students to give good reviews."

Walking out of the conference room door, Zhen De was full of energy and even hummed a cheerful song.

However, when Zhen De got on the electric bike, the cold wind blew in his face, making him shiver, and his rare interest suddenly faded. He looked at Liu Bei beside him, and suddenly felt a little disappointed. It was almost time for Zhang Fei to finish shooting. Should I not be so happy?
"Hmm?" Seeing Zhen De hesitate to speak, Liu Bei asked directly: "Director Zhen, what's wrong?"

"Um, Brother Liu, it's almost time for Teacher Zhang to wrap up. What happened today almost made me forget to ask Teacher Zhang what he wanted to do before wrapping up."

Liu Bei could hear Zhen De's self-blame and disappointment. He smiled, reached out and patted Zhen De on the shoulder, "There's a saying that goes, people feel refreshed when happy events happen. It's human nature. What's the big deal? Director Zhen, don't put too much pressure on yourself. Just wrap up the filming. Why force the inevitable? It's our blessing that you can come to the theater. It's a good thing. I also had some thoughts when my second brother finished filming. Now think about the end of a good thing. There's no need to look sad. I believe that my third brother and Zilong all think the same."

Zhao Yun agreed, "Brother Liu is right."

Zhen De looked at Liu Bei, and suddenly the comment about Liu Bei not showing his emotions on his face from the Records of the Three Kingdoms came to his mind. He could feel that Liu Bei was speaking from the heart, and not showing his emotions on his face was just a mask for treating outsiders.

"That's true. I'm being too picky. Let's go, teachers. We haven't finished filming this week yet."

"I'm coming."

Liu Bei and Zhao Yun responded, started the electric car and followed.

The filming time passed in a flash, and the content of this week was nothing more than Cao Pi usurping the Han Dynasty and Zhuge Liang persuading Liu Bei to become emperor.

This weekend night, Zhen De, who had been tossing and turning, got up and went out to take a look at Liu Bei's room. The lights in the room were bright, and the sounds of drinking and playing finger-guessing games could be heard one after another. Zhen De smiled and said nothing.

Haha, it’s cool, it’s so nice to drink in the fairyland!
Zhang Fei, who had returned to 1,800 years ago, woke up from his dream and felt relaxed. Of course, he did not forget his business. He was about to go find Guan Yu.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a familiar voice broke into the tent through the curtain.

"Third brother, you are finally back. How is the situation in Kushan?"

Along with the voice came Guan Yu, stroking his beard.

Zhang Fei exerted force on his waist and abdomen, and sat up from the bed. He chuckled and said, "Second brother, there is news from Youchang that Bo Diao is in a critical situation and has asked us for help. After years of waiting, it's time to intervene in Kushan!"

"Hahaha! Great, great, it seems that Wang Fu's written manifesto is now useful! Where is Captain Wang?!" Guan Yu gave an order, and Wang Fu walked in quickly. "My Lord."

"Pass my order, count the soldiers of the three armies, prepare the food and supplies, and mobilize the chariots. Set off immediately and rush to the capital at night!"

"Here!"

Wang Fu clasped his fists solemnly.

On the outskirts of the Kushan capital, Shapur, the supreme military commander of the southern Kushan and Parthian coalition forces, yawned lacking interest, while his deputy general beside him had a respectful look on his face and did not dare to be negligent at all.

This was not only because Shapur was a good warrior, but also because Shapur was the son of Ardashir, a high-ranking official in Fars Province.

Oh, no, that person cannot be called a high-ranking official of Fars Province. He should be addressed as the King.

Now the Parthian court army is showing signs of fatigue, while King Ardashir is in high spirits. It can be said that it has reached a critical juncture.

King Ardashir originally did not want to pay attention to the request of the southern Kushans, but the southern Kushans gave too much.

King Ardashir then sent his son Shapur to help. They wanted to just shoot a few arrows and leave. However, they found that the gates of several cities were wide open, so they easily captured the cities. These southerners were very generous, so they fought all the way and reached the capital without knowing it.

However, there was one thing that puzzled the deputy general and Shapur. Instead of trying to fight their way out of the city to seek help, the people in the royal capital took advantage of the night and lit up one lamp after another?
What does it mean?
"Report!"

A personal guard came hurriedly.

Shapur raised an eyebrow, "Have you investigated it clearly? What was the light that night?"

The guard said, "General, those lanterns are called Kongming lanterns. It is said that after the Han people hold a ceremony, they can communicate with the stars through the lanterns and convey messages to where the stars shine."

"Ah?" Not to mention Shapur, even the deputy general was stunned.

What was going on? Communicating with the stars through rituals? Sending messages using starlight? Was this really something that a powerful man like Rome could do?
Shapur laughed out loud, and even laughed until tears came out. "Hahaha, I am dying of laughter, I am dying of laughter. The Kushans praised the Han people as if they were gods and demons. I really thought that the Han people were as powerful as Rome. Now it seems that the Kushans are too weak. I am dying of laughter. They even sent messages through starlight. Haha! I would not be afraid of such a Han people, let alone 100,000 people, even if they had a million people!"

Just then, a guard rushed in with sweat all over his forehead, his face full of fear and disbelief.

Shapur didn't take it seriously. He said lightly, "Are the Han people in the city playing tricks again?"

The deputy general couldn't help laughing out loud.

The next moment, Shapur and his deputy could no longer laugh.

The guard hurriedly said: "General, it's bad! The Han army is really coming!"

These words were like a hammer hitting Shapur and his deputy's hearts, causing them to tremble all over and their eyelids to twitch wildly.

What? The Han army is really coming?!
No way? Can the Han people really communicate with the stars?!
Shapur and his deputy general looked solemn. This was really bad.

(End of this chapter)