mtlumby2d Chapter 150: Memorial to Nephew
Chapter 150: Memorial to Nephew
I wonder if he would be brazen enough to ask now.
the answer is……
you can!
After all, it was a favored little tree, so how could it not be possible? However, just because Zhou Jia had no problem with it didn't mean that Ying Zheng agreed.
You have to know that he came here to hand over the Great Qin to Fusu. Now that he doesn't want to do it anymore, what will happen to the Great Qin?
Ying Zheng refused without hesitation.
In order to compensate the little tree, Zhou Jia gave it a lot of food and other things.
Zhou Jia stopped in front of the painting of Lady of Guo State's Spring Outing and simply examined the shape of the three-flowered horse and the painter's technique.
"This painting of Lady Guo is definitely familiar to everyone. The main character in this painting, Lady Guo, is a scene of Yang Yuhuan's third sister, Lady Guo, traveling. It can only be said that the Tang Dynasty was still prosperous at that time."
Unfortunately, all good things are time-limited.
Feng Bao was also hit by an arrow in the chest.
Li Longji, the one who led the An-Shi Rebellion...
Li Shimin, Li Zhi and others struggled to suppress their dissatisfaction with Li Longji. They were not in a hurry. The channels for time travel to later generations had been opened. When they could travel through time in the future, they would just attack people when they saw them. For now, they should just save them up and remember them.
When he was young, Li Longji still had some great ambitions. He understood the regret implied in Zhou Jia's words, and he looked down on his future self.
Lady Guoguo herself did not feel embarrassed at all, nor did she care about the future Anshi Rebellion. Her focus was only on her own beauty.
This painting really captures her charm, and she is very satisfied with it.
"mine?"
Su Shi was attracted by the files on the long table.
"Yes, Brother Shi, your Red Cliff Fu and Cold Food Post. To be honest, it was very difficult for me to memorize Red Cliff Fu back then. As for Cold Food Post, its value is also very high. It is the third best running script in the world."
Zhou Jia pursed her lips. It hurts just to talk about it.
Miaomiao also displays the content and translation on the screen at the same time.
"This word is acceptable, and the writing is very elegant."
Ying Zheng quickly browsed through the contents of Red Cliff Fu. This was the first time he had seen such a large-scale calligraphy work in later generations. However, he still felt that his Qin seal script was more beautiful in terms of the display of the fonts on paper.
"It seems that I will travel to many places in the future." Su Shi smiled faintly, but there was a sense of loss in his eyes, especially when he was staring at the Cold Food Post in a daze.
When Su Shi was young, he felt a little lost when looking at the Red Cliff Fu and Cold Food Postscript that he would write in the future.
When he grew up, did he live such a miserable life?
Su Xun looked at the screen and felt extremely distressed.
His son knew, from what he had read in books, that Su Shi basically spent his later years wandering and had no fixed residence.
If he wasn't naturally open-minded, anyone else would have died of depression long ago. It was because he was generous that he was able to divert some of his attention to food.
Su Zhe ran into the room to comfort Su Shi. As soon as Su Xun entered the room, he saw the two brothers hugging each other. Seeing them supporting each other, Su Xun smiled with relief and walked up to the two brothers.
"Zizhan, Ziyou."
"Father."
He walked up to the two children, touched their heads with one hand each, his eyes were red and his fingertips were trembling, "Remember, no matter what happens in the future, as long as you two brothers work together, there will be nothing you can't overcome."
As parents, what they worry about most is their children.
Not to mention, he already knew from history books that the future of his two children would not be smooth, but fortunately, blood ties could not be severed, and the children had a deep affection for each other, which was also heartwarming.
Young Su Che was the first to pat his chest and said firmly: "Don't worry, father, I will definitely protect my brother."
The young Su Shi smiled, sweeping away his previous gloom, "I will also protect my brother. We have a good relationship as brothers."
The two men smiled at each other, and Su Xun also smiled, and held the two brothers in his arms.
Li Bai and Du Fu stood on Su Shi's left and right to comfort him. Although they did not say anything, their expressions were the same: I understand you.
To use Zhou Jia's unremarkable words, only those who are exiled and have no chance of finding a job to use their talents can appear in Chinese textbooks and become known to the public!
Li Bai was thinking about his future emo, when he turned around and saw a few words on the wall: The pain of middle-aged Li Bai.
It really perfectly reflects his mood at the moment.
"Brother Bai, your handwriting is like your personality. Hey, please give me a piece of calligraphy tomorrow. I have only memorized your poems since I was a child. Your only calligraphy work is "Shangyangtai Tie", which contains only 25 characters. If you enlarge it, it is just these few characters, pitifully few."
Zhou Jia's voice was full of regret. She let go of Tiantian and Chebao's hands, and silently moved to Li Bai's side and pinched his sleeve.
Li Bai didn't feel too sorry, but he lamented his future bumpy official career. He smiled heartily and said, "Okay, I'll write "Presented to Zhou Jia" for you when I get back!"
Zhou Jia subconsciously thought of "Presented to Wang Lun" and patted Li Bai's shoulder with his left hand, looking like a good brother. "Brother Bai, Wang Lun is rich and can spend thousands of gold on you. I am poor, can you give me a discount?"
"Hmm?" Li Bai was a little confused. "What Wang Lun?"
His time period had not yet reached the time when he gave the gift to Wang Lun, so naturally he was not clear about this plot.
Wang Lun himself looked up with a confused look on his face.
He heard his own name, but he didn't know if it was him.
But after hearing Zhou Jia's next words, he immediately smiled and said, "I have left my name behind!"
Later, Li Bai, who was boating on the lake, laughed when he heard Zhou Jia's words and said to the air, "I won't charge you any money."
"This is a little easter egg. Brother Bai, you have a fanboy named Wang Lun. He invited you to play and gave you a lot of things. When he left, he wrote this poem "To Wang Lun". Wang Lun left his name in this way."
After that, everyone laughed. Su Shi laughed the most wildly. Zhou Jia teased, "Brother Shi, I also want to ask you, ah, no, I should ask Brother Huaimin himself, did you sleep or not back then? This is also a joke."
"Isn't this the one who went to Chengtian Temple to look for Zhang Huaimin, but Huaimin was not asleep yet?" Long Bao suddenly remembered that he seemed to have seen the name Huaimin just now in the past few days.
"Yes." Zhou Jia lowered her head and pinched Long Bao's face. The touch was very good. "These two are very famous. They opened up a new path for people all over the world. They let celebrities write poems for them, and their names can also be left behind."
Many people's eyes lit up immediately.
As a result, many talented people in their families looked for poets and asked them to write poems for them, hoping that their names would be passed down to future generations and become widely known.
Ying Zheng listened for a long time, his eyes slightly raised, and he looked Zhou Jia up and down for a long time. After enduring for a moment, he raised the corners of his lips slightly, with a bit of helplessness, "Sure enough, he is full..."
"The focus is always so strange." Long Bao added the second half of the sentence.
"Oh, it's just a joke, don't be so serious."
Zhou Jia smiled and pulled them to continue viewing the exhibition.
When she came to one of the works, her steps became heavier and smaller, "I actually wanted to see this today."
Everyone's eyes followed her fingertips. Feng Bao looked at the introduction next to her. "Eulogy for My Nephew, Yan Zhenqing, this name seems familiar."
Zhou Jia touched his head and said in a low voice, "Tell me a joke. The best regular script in the world wrote the second best running script in the world."
Li Bai and Du Fu were silent. In the Tang Dynasty group, they had heard of this person.