mtlumby2d Chapter 151 The blood will not be shed in vain
Chapter 151 The blood will not be shed in vain
"Yan Zhenqing was a great calligrapher in the Tang Dynasty. He was influenced by many great calligraphers in his early years and integrated their influences to form the 'Yan style', which had a profound impact on calligraphy in later generations."
Zhou Jia paused, and seeing that they were all reading the contents of "Eulogy for My Nephew" carefully, he did not interrupt them, and waited until they had finished reading before continuing:
"You have also seen the manuscript of the Memorial to My Nephew. It is scribbled and even a bit messy, which is very different from the Red Cliff Fu we have seen before. But this does not mean that Yan Zhenqing's reputation was false.
The original manuscript of the memorial to my nephew is kept in the National Palace Museum in Taipei. It was written by Yan Zhenqing to commemorate his nephew Yan Jiming. This once again involves the An-Shi Rebellion that brought ruin to the Tang Dynasty.
Yan Zhenqing, who had lost his brother and nephew during the An-Shi Rebellion, was not interested in Zhou Jia's live broadcast at all, nor did he know that what he was talking about this time was his own memorial to his nephew. In front of him was the original memorial to his nephew.
Before the Anshi Rebellion, Yan Zhenqing in different time and space shed tears silently as he looked at the manuscript of the memorial to his nephew. Li Longji on the throne and the evil concubine Yang Yuhuan, who brought disaster to the country, once again became the targets of criticism from the world.
In the fourteenth year of Emperor Xuanzong's Tianbao reign, that is, in 755, after the An-Shi Rebellion broke out, Yan Zhenqing, then prefect of Pingyuan, contacted his cousin, Yan Gaoqing, prefect of Changshan, to raise an army to suppress the rebels.
In the first month of the following year, Changshan was captured by the rebel army led by Shi Siming, and Yan Gaoqing and his youngest son Ji Ming were arrested. Yan Jiming cursed An Lushan, and both father and son refused to surrender. They were finally dismembered. More than 30 members of the Yan family were killed, and Yan Zhenqing survived by chance.
In the end, Yan Zhenqing only found the skull of his nephew Yan Jiming. In grief and anger, he wrote this memorial to his nephew.
Those who have seen Yan Zhenqing's regular script will find, after comparing it with this draft, that there is no similarity between the two. If Wang Xizhi's "Preface to the Lanting Collection", which is praised as the best running script in the world, was written with wine, then this "Eulogy for My Nephew" was written with the blood of more than 30 members of Yan's family.
The Yan family was full of loyal and brave people, but in the end, nothing was left of them. How ironic."
"Master Yan is a good man!"
"If it weren't for Lord Yan, our place would have been conquered by the rebels long ago."
"It was all An Lushan's rebels. If it weren't for them, Lord Yan's family wouldn't have died!"
The people under Yan Zhenqing's rule knew best what kind of person Yan Zhenqing was. After hearing about what had happened to the Yan family, many people spontaneously went to Yan Zhenqing's mansion to express their gratitude.
In the plane where the father and son of the Yan family were captured, under the cover of Miaomiao, the people of the Yan family successfully left the rebel range and moved to a safe place.
"Dad, eat something first." Yan Jiming helped his father sit down slowly. Beside him were the water and food left by Miaomiao. There were many self-heating hot pots. Fortunately, they had seen the heating method before. After Yan Jiming was done, he began to apply medicine to his father and relatives around him.
Yan Gaoqing applied the medicine and immediately pulled his son over to give him the medicine. "Don't move."
Mi Miu had left behind a lot of anti-inflammatory and hemostatic medicines, but some of the wounds needed suturing, which was beyond their ability to handle. After applying the medicine and eating a mouthful of hot rice, Yan Jiming looked at Zhou Jia, who was still immersed in grief, on the screen and said slowly, "Thanks to Miss Zhou Jia and Mi Miu."
God must have opened their eyes and given them this opportunity to change their original trajectory.
"Cousin, Ji Ming——"
An anxious cry came from outside the door. The next second, Yan Zhenqing ran into the room holding up the corner of his clothes. Seeing that they were all safe and sound, the stone in his heart fell.
After Miaomiao rescued the people, he sent their location to Yan Zhenqing.
At the same time, An Lushan also received the news that the Yan family members had disappeared for no reason. The uprising armies spontaneously formed in various parts of the Tang Dynasty began to launch a full-scale counterattack.
First Tang
Everything in Li Shimin's palace was smashed, but he still couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.
Feng Bao clenched his fists. After all, he was still young and not very good at hiding his emotions. His eyes were red with anger.
Zhou Jia bent down and picked him up. "Okay, okay, it's good enough that you can take care of yourself. As for your children and grandchildren, they are not something you can control."
Feng Bao was still very sad. Seeing him like this, Zhou Jia sighed silently in his heart.
She hasn’t said anything about Anxi’s white-haired army yet, it will be even more sad later.
When Ying Zheng looked at the memorial to his nephew, he naturally thought of his great general. Long Bao struggled to get out of his arms, ran to Tiantian and grabbed his hand.
Ying Zheng suddenly felt that he was a little redundant.
"It is indeed a brilliant civilization."
Li Bai felt sad and happy. Although many of the paintings in the exhibition were not originals, he could feel the splendor of China's civilization over the years just from these copies. It was really refreshing.
When Liu Chan saw one of the works, he stopped and said, "This... there are so many seals..."
Zhou Jia took a look and scratched his head.
"Many emperors in later generations loved to stamp their favorite works. Some stamps naturally increased the collection value of the works, but some... For example, Qianlong was a stamp maniac. He stamped a lot. Basically, all the famous calligraphy and paintings could not escape his clutches. To put it bluntly, the value of the works he stamped on basically dropped."
After thinking about it, she added another sentence.
"Also, his father, Yongzheng, had a very good aesthetic sense. Everything he liked was truly magnificent. Qianlong's aesthetic sense was... I've seen a comparison of the porcelains of the father and son before. The porcelains of the Yongzheng period are very kind to the eyes, especially for people who like pure colors. But the porcelains of the Qianlong period are so gaudy and colorful that you'll really want to dig your own eyes out."
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Yongzheng had rarely given himself a day off these days and was sitting in the imperial garden. When he heard Zhou Jia's words, he immediately looked up at his fourth son Hongli who was not far in front of him.
Hongli blushed and looked at the screen with an unconvinced look. If he wasn't in front of his father, he would probably have cursed out loud.
In fact, Yongzheng was quite curious about how bad his son's aesthetic taste was, which made Zhou Jia, who had little aesthetic ability, want to poke his own eyes out.
"Nonsense!" Qianlong was furious. His porcelains were so beautiful and shiny!
"How to say?"
Gossip is human nature, and upon hearing this, Che Bao immediately moved closer to Zhou Jia, and even Zhuge Liang's fanning speed slowed down.
Zhou Jia didn't say much. He opened the video and did a quick search for them. When two different styles of porcelain appeared on the screen, the people fell silent.
Yongzheng was looking at the screen and choked when drinking water, and his breathing became a little difficult.
His son is really extravagant, it turns out he is the poorest one.
There is also a viewing room in the exhibition. After a few people watched for a while, a tour guide came over and took them to reintroduce and appreciate the works.
However, a small incident occurred during the period. Some of the original works were not in the inland. When talking about this issue, a child asked why the things could not be brought back and displayed together. The tour guide just smiled gently and quickly began to introduce the following works.
Long Bao turned around and pulled Zhou Jia's sleeve and asked, "Is this the rebellious son you mentioned?"
The attention of all dynasties fell on Zhou Jia.
"Yes, we still don't have the opportunity to unify, but we think about it every day and every night. You may have the opportunity to unify but you don't want it. But don't worry, I still say that we will never give up unification and will insist on taking the path of unification."
Zhou Jia said this while looking at the screen. He was not speaking to the dynasties, but to the ancestors.
The blood of our ancestors will not be shed in vain. As long as there is a chance, we will never give up unification.