I became famous for broadcasting my life as a social animal to different dynasties

Zhou Jinyu continued, "To this day, your country is trying to distort history and refuses to acknowledge the war of aggression! It even offers tablets to war criminals who committed heinous war crimes! It calls them shrines.

His shamelessness is rare in the world! So what did you learn from coming to the Tang Dynasty?"

Abe no Nakamaro fell to the ground, and the people around him forgot to help him up for a moment.

Zhou Jinyu released a video.

Unlike the clear and colorful painting shown before the sky curtain, this picture is in black and white.

Even rough, with a noticeable grainy feel.

The content of the painting was horrifying! Everyone screamed in shock!

A group of Japanese devils were competing in killing Chinese people, and they even claimed to have killed hundreds or thousands of people.

Taking photos with a smile in front of the mountains of corpses.

The Japs were holding their guns with a smile on their faces, and on the sharp bayonet was a young baby.

Women were brutally raped and people were buried alive.

The Chinese people who were forced to undergo inhumane human experiments, each of them wearing a gas mask, were like evil spirits from hell.

There were crying children under the city destroyed by artillery shells, and the river was filled with floating corpses.

Mass graves filled with bones and innocent people falling in the gas chambers.

When the Japs invaded, they implemented the Three Alls Policy, which meant burn all, kill all, and rob all!

Every scene is so terrifying.

Listening to the familiar local accent on the sky, Abe no Nakamaro was on the verge of collapse. Are these demons their descendants?

Why? Why did it become like this?

The scene then changes to the Holocaust Memorial built in later generations. The number of 30 victims is engraved on a black stone tablet, and there are silent but shocking sculptures in the square.

Each of them silently told the story of that tragic history.

December 12th of every year is the National Memorial Day for the Victims of the Nanjing Massacre, reminding future generations to remember history and not forget the national humiliation.

The video has finished playing.

The atmosphere among the emperors and ministers of all dynasties was solemn, and the people were crying.

They had never imagined that their prosperous and powerful future generations would have such a tragic history, and they had never imagined that their descendants would almost be exterminated.

One can imagine how hard the wars they went through were to achieve today’s prosperity!

Ying Zheng never thought that he would be so angry and want to destroy a country at all costs.

Liu Bang trembled his lips: "That's a child! A baby! How could they have the heart to do that to him!"

Zhang Liang said in a deep voice: "They are no longer human. They are a group of evil ghosts. No wonder later generations call them devils!"

Liu Che yelled, "Go and investigate! Find this Japanese country for me! I will personally cut off their heads!"

The ministers agreed and left.

Li Shimin's eyes were red, but he still had his sanity. He asked Zhangsun Wuji: "Fuji, how do you think our Tang Dynasty should treat the Tang envoys?"

"Your Majesty, Japan will invade us in the future, but it has not happened now, so there is nothing we can do," said Changsun Wuji.

"Your Majesty." Fang Xuanling stepped out and said, "It seems that the Japanese have bad roots. What I mean is that they should come if they want to. How can a great country like ours be afraid of them? But the key technology and knowledge should not be passed on to them."

"That's right!" Du Ruhui agreed: "If these Japanese were grateful, there would be no disaster in the future."

Zhao Kuangyin closed his eyes, but the paintings were deeply engraved in his mind.

Kublai Khan slammed the table and stood up, his eyes gleaming with ferocity: "Japanese!!"

Zhu Yuanzhang cried loudly for his descendants of the Ming Dynasty and for his Ming Dynasty’s city of Nanjing!

Kangxi gnashed his teeth and said, "Burn everything, kill everything, rob everything? I will use these on you!!"

The huge hatred towards the outside world at this moment instantly blurred the boundaries between the Manchus and the Han people.

Zhou Jinyu looked at Abe no Nakamaro and said, "This is why I hate you. Okay, you haven't asked your question yet. What do you want to ask?"

Abe no Nakamaro was still immersed in the huge blow and couldn't recover. Li Bai pulled him worriedly and said, "Chao Heng, Miss Zhou is asking you if you have any questions."

He looked at his friend's concerned expression and closed his eyes in pain.

He could no longer look his friends in the eye. How would he cope with life in the Tang Dynasty?

Everyone must hate him and his country.

"I...what qualifications do I have to ask questions?" Abe no Nakamaro sobbed, covering his face.

"Are you sure you don't want to ask? If you don't ask me, I'll skip it."

Abe no Nakamaro shook his hands and burst into tears.

"Okay, the eighth one is Pan Mei from the Song Dynasty."

Pan Mei strode forward and said, "May I ask Miss Zhou, if my descendants were to suffer this disaster, would there be no soldiers to fight the enemy?"

"How could there not be? As long as there is a Chinese alive, they will resist to the end! Have you seen the monument in the square? It was built with the blood of the martyrs!"

"That's good! That's good! Kill all those Japanese! If I were born in that era, I would definitely be the first to kill the Japanese!"

"Ninth place, Li Jiyuan from the Song Dynasty."

Li Jiyuan was a young general from a small border town in the Song Dynasty. He had always been worried about the Jingkang Incident he had seen before. When Tianmu picked him, he immediately asked the question in his heart: "Miss Zhou, is there no general who can fight in the late Song Dynasty? Why did the late Song Dynasty fall to this point?"

"Yes, Yue Fei." Speaking of Yue Fei, Zhou Jinyu was most impressed by his "Man Jiang Hong", which is passionate, generous and heroic. Reading it gives one a sense of righteousness and heroism.

He found the documentary about Yue Fei, looked at the length, and said, "It's quite long, let's wait until others finish asking questions before we watch it together."

Li Jiyuan nodded.

"The tenth one is Ma Zhiyuan from the Yuan Dynasty." Zhou Jinyu was surprised. It was another well-known name in the textbook.

At this time, the young man Ma Zhiyuan, who was in Dadu, was full of vigor and vitality. He smiled and said, "Excuse me, Miss Zhou, does anyone know me in the future?"

Zhou Jinyu smiled: "Of course I know, your Tian Jing Sha Qiu Si is the poem we need to learn in our Chinese textbook."

"Hahaha!! I said the poems I wrote are good! People in later generations even put them in textbooks for study!" Ma Zhiyuan looked at his friend proudly.

The friend smiled and said, "Congratulations, Brother Ma, on being immortalized in history!"

"Hahaha, congratulations!" After asking his own question, Ma Zhiyuan happily started drinking with his friends.

"My father will be so happy this time! Maybe he will even open a separate page in the family tree starting from me~~~"

"I guess your father will hold a big banquet tomorrow. I must go and have a drink!"

"Don't worry, I will definitely reserve the best seat for you!"

"Hahahaha~~~"

Prince Zhenjin in the palace felt vaguely that the name looked familiar and clapped his hands: Isn't this Ma Zhiyuan who presented a poem to him!

This person is indeed a man of great talent, and this is recognized by people in later generations!

Good, this person must contribute to the court~~~

"The eleventh one, Qin Shuhua of the Ming Dynasty."

Qin Shuhua was a white-haired old lady. She was supported by her children and grandchildren and smiled at Tianmu: "I have nothing to ask. At my old age, I can see Tianmu and the prosperity of the future. I am already very satisfied!"

After that, she took out an extremely exquisite embroidery and said, "This is a picture of a prosperous era that I embroidered with my daughter-in-law and granddaughter-in-law these days. I hope Miss Zhou can accept it."

Zhou Jinyu was somewhat touched, but had no way of receiving it, so she suggested that she preserve the embroidery well, so that it could surely be passed down to future generations!

Qin Shuhua smiled and nodded.

"No. 12, Yu Chenglong of the Qing Dynasty."

Yu Chenglong, the then magistrate of Luocheng County in Lingnan, smiled and said, "I want to see what Luocheng looks like in the future."

"no problem!"

The sky screen began to show the modern Luocheng, with beautiful mountains and clear waters. Modern facilities made this small city clean and beautiful, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment.

Yu Chenglong couldn't help nodding and smiling as he watched. The people around him suddenly shouted excitedly, "Grandpa, look!"

Yu Chenglong Park appeared on the sky curtain. In the park stood a statue of Yu Chenglong with his introduction written in front of it.

The people burst into tears: "Grandpa, even though it has been so long since your achievements were made, the people of later generations still remember your kindness!"

Yu Chenglong's eyes moistened: "I have no virtue or ability, I just did what an official should do."

"There are so many people serving as officials in this world, not everyone can do this!"

Opposite Yu Chenglong Park is the Yu Chenglong Integrity Culture Museum, where teachers were taking students to visit.

The teacher narrated Yu Chenglong's deeds in a vivid and moving manner, planting the seeds of integrity in the ignorant students.

The people were delighted: "Great! Great! Future generations must always remember Aye's achievements! This is what the descendants of Luocheng should be like!"