Dialogue between ancient and modern: I create programs, national treasures have spirits

Chapter 119 The Grand Ceremony of National Style, Shall I Play Myself?

The 20 tickets were all sold out in just 10 minutes.

This terrifying and exaggerated speed made everyone who paid attention to this matter speechless.

No one dares to send out mindless remarks such as swiping votes.

How to redeem 20 tickets?
And in order to prevent scalpers from maliciously buying tickets and selling them at high prices, each ticket is bound with a person's identity certificate.

In other words, one piece of identification can only purchase one on-site ticket.

It is completely impossible to sell tickets to others.

Even the official has enthusiastically launched a paperless ticket service, as long as you use the identity proof of ticket purchase, you can enter the venue.

It can be said to be very humane.

People who bought tickets were happy, while those who didn't got tickets were sad.

"Ah ah ah, are you all animals? 20 tickets, only 10 minutes, and they were gone in 10 minutes!"

"On my side, the network fluctuated a bit, and the tickets disappeared, so angry!"

"Hey, I really envy those of you who didn't get the ticket. I'm different. Not only did I get it, but even my wife got it. Alas, it's really troublesome."

"I'm sorry! Come on, drag this Versailles out!"

"I envy you that you can watch the National Ceremony at home with your computer. Unlike me, I have to travel to Phoenix Nest to watch it. I'm really tired."

"Is it human? Is it human? Drag it out and chop it up!"

"I've been single for 20 years, and I managed to get tickets for everyone in the dormitory. Am I proud?"

"666666, Young Hero, what a powerful unicorn arm!"

"Damn it, it came so suddenly. I took my mobile phone to grab tickets before I pulled it out, and now my girlfriend is still angry."

"Dare to ask this person upstairs, your girlfriend won't explode in anger, will she?"

"It is strongly recommended to add tickets to the National Style Festival, I will go to the scene!!!"

"top!!!"

Under the short 3-minute video, the comment area is already crowded with people.

The showy ones, the frustrated ones, and the Versailles ones all popped up.

And those sunspots who used to be active all disappeared now.

There is really no way to blackmail. I said in the morning that the tickets will definitely not be sold, and I was severely slapped in the face in the afternoon.

20 tickets, even their most commonly used tricks seem pale at this moment.

If there are thousands of tickets, even if it is [-], they dare to close their eyes and say that this is a fake.

But this number has grown to 20!

Some perennial trolls did a simple calculation, and the ticket price alone had already exceeded [-] million.

Who can brush this thing?
Even Swan Company does not have the courage to spend such a large amount.

Is it true that money is not money?
It can be said that this terrifying sales volume has completely deterred Heizi. At least in this respect, they can't find a point to attack.

Yi Ze rubbed Yue Ling's hair. Since she came down to earth, this aunt seemed to have lost her ability to be invulnerable to water and fire. She actually wanted to wash her face, brush her teeth and wash her hair.

In order to teach her these things, Yi Ze was very tired.

I was tossed a lot last night, and now I still have a backache.

No, Li Wenhua's call came just after he combed Yue Ling's full head of hair with his own hands.

"Yize, good news!"

On the phone, Li Wenhua's voice seemed very excited, and Yi Ze could feel that irrepressible joy even through the phone.

Because of Yue Ling, Yi Ze only checked his phone in the morning and never had the chance to look at it again.

Now that Li Wenhua called, he was still a little puzzled, and asked, "Uncle Li, what made you so happy? Could it be that the audience feedback was very good?"

"Not only is it good!"

Li Wenhua laughed, "It's perfect, I've never seen such a terrible battle."

This actually surprised Yi Ze.

After all, Li Wenhua was also from the army, so he was also a character who had been in the hail of bullets several times.

It would not be a simple matter to make him so happy.

Yi Ze guessed carefully, his hands didn't stop, he was still plucking Yue Ling's long and smooth hair.

This aunt is very strange. She is actually afraid of the sound of the hair dryer. I really don’t know what she thinks.

Yi Ze thought about it, and the only thing left was to sell tickets.

He watched the animated short, and it was very delicately done. Every Q-version character was designed very beautifully, which was refreshing to watch.

After all, I have been watching real people for a long time. Looking at the Q version of the characters, it really makes people feel very good.

And he hadn't had time to take a closer look at the ticket sales in the afternoon. After all, it was only 20:[-], and there were at least [-] tickets there.

No matter how fast it is, it will take several hours to completely digest it.

But Li Wenhua is so happy, presumably because the number of tickets sold in these 10 minutes has far exceeded everyone's expectations.

Could it be that half of the tickets have been sold in just 10 minutes?

Or a quarter?

Yi Ze didn't dare to think that all of them were sold out. After all, 20 copies is not a small amount.

As far as he knew, a few months ago a superstar singer held a concert in Fengchao, and only 20 of the 14 tickets were sold.

That's still a week's worth of results.

After all, although there are many Uranus fans, but not many are willing to pay a high price to go to the scene to listen to it.

Although the ticket price of my press conference is relatively close to the people, but as the first show on the stage, whether it can be recognized by everyone is still a matter of opinion.

"Uncle Li, could it be that the tickets are selling well? Half of them are already sold?"

Yi Ze said as much as possible, and his psychological expectation is like this. Although he is very confident in this national style ceremony, it is not a matter of selling tickets that can be done in a few minutes.

I just didn't expect Li Wenhua to laugh out loud after listening to it, and teased, "Why? Our host's expectations are so low?"

"Huh? Isn't it one hundred thousand?"

Yi Ze was startled, and suddenly felt unbelievable.

"In 10 minutes, 20 tickets were all sold out!"

Li Wenhua's sonorous and forceful voice came from the mobile phone, which directly shocked Yi Ze.

"what?"

"Ouch!"

Surprised, Yi Ze's hand holding Yue Ling's hair unconsciously tightened, and Yue Ling screamed in pain, and the corn he was chewing almost fell to the ground.

"What's the sound? Yize, what are you doing?"

Li Wenhua asked doubtfully. He just heard a crisp female voice on the phone.

Could it be that Yi Ze has also fallen?
Do you want to be a prostitute like Di Yun for the rest of your life?

Thinking of Diyun's fate, Li Wenhua's face became serious: "Yize, you can't mess around. You are a public figure, and your every move and action will be watched by thousands of people. If you learn from Diyun, then But it’s beyond redemption!”

Yi Ze gave a dry cough, comforted Yue Ling, and felt a little embarrassed when he heard Li Wenhua's earnest teaching: "Uncle Li, don't worry, a friend of mine accidentally bit his tongue just now, it's okay."

"what?"

Li Wenhua exclaimed, and he didn't know where he was thinking: "Yize, don't be confused, don't associate with such friends in the future, if you really need it, you can fall in love, why bother to prostitute for a lifetime, there are so many people The bloody lesson is ahead, so don't be fooled!"

"Uncle Li, where do you want to go?"

Yi Ze has black question marks all over his face, good guy, I didn't expect this guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes to know these things.

"This is the actor of the National Style Ceremony, we are discussing the detailed arrangement for Saturday!"

"Oh oh oh, misunderstanding, but Yi Ze, you must not make mistakes!"

Li Wenhua smiled awkwardly and coughed a few times to cover up his embarrassment.

"Go on, go on, I'm going to work on the scene!"

After hanging up the phone, Yi Ze shook his head helplessly.

Although Yue Ling is beautiful, but also has a unique charm, people can't help but want to get close to it, or even own it.

But Yi Ze felt weird when he thought that this aunt could become an ancestor even when she was old.

What's more, is Yue Ling really a fool?

Don't look at Yue Ling who is usually stupid and cute like a cute silly rabbit, but this thing has fangs, and the sword aura that cuts iron like mud in one hand, casually giving someone a blow or something, that's still simple.

That is to say, Yi Ze is the one who awakened Yue Ling. If it were someone else, who would dare to break ground on Yue Ling's head?

I'm afraid it's too long.

Not to mention that she also has a sister who is lying in the lair. When the time comes, she will put the lair together in your house, and she can kill people with a knife in one hand.

Moreover, Yi Ze acts aboveboard, how could he do such a nasty thing?
At this moment, Yi Ze was thinking more about what to do with Yue Ling.

As a source of inspiration for his press conference, Yi Ze's original plan was to make Yue Ling the real core of the stage, to prove to doubters that the people in his show can find actors.

If you can’t find it, then you are useless!

The emergence of new capabilities of the system has greatly expanded this possibility.

What Yi Ze wants now is to find a suitable position for each character that appears.

Where is the right place for a naturally beautiful national treasure like Yue Ling?
Yi Ze also asked before, as a soldier of killing, Yue Ling is better at cutting people.

But on such a big stage, Yue Ling couldn't be allowed to perform picking up and slashing people across the air.

As for dancing and singing, firstly, they fall into the cliché, and secondly, there is not enough time, so Yue Ling may not be able to learn it.

Yi Ze gently rubbed the Yue Ling's long hair, and he could feel the warmth and softness of his skin from time to time with his fingertips.

After thinking for a while, Yi Ze asked hesitantly, "Would you like to be the host with me for the national style ceremony on Saturday night?"

"Host? What do you do?"

Yue Ling raised his head and looked at Yi Ze, doubts flashed in his big eyes, and there was half a grain of corn in his mouth.

"The host is talking, speaking according to the script."

"It's that simple?"

"Actually, it's that simple, but if you want the audience to like it, it's not that simple."

Yi Ze stretched out his hand with a smile, and gently removed half a corn kernel from the corner of Yue Ling's mouth.

"Would you like to give it a try? I can teach you something if you still have time."

"Um……"

Yue Ling tilted his head and thought for a moment, then nodded: "That's fine, it feels quite fun."

"Ah."

Yi Ze simply tied up Yue Ling's long hair, still thinking about other programs in his mind.

With a hostess, there must be no shortage of programs.

These people have to be invited one by one by themselves.

As for whether he will come or not, it depends on Yi Ze's own ability.

……

Revisiting the old place, how many thoughts.

Looking at this familiar scene, Yi Ze inevitably had some memories in his heart.

This is where my first show came.

At that time, there was thick fog all around, wrapped in many unknown mysteries.

But now, the field of vision is undoubtedly much wider.

But there is no lack of mystery that should be there.

The road is paved with blue stones, the surrounding fields are misty, the altar is dignified, and the fire is flickering.

Here, as always, solemn and solemn.

Apart from Yi Ze, there was only the Siyang Fang Zun who was alone on the altar.

Following the steps of the altar, Yi Ze walked up to the top of the altar step by step.

The fire was still burning, dispelling the surrounding darkness.

The simple and exquisite four-ram square statue is displayed in the center of the altar.

With the arrival of Yi Ze, something seemed to be gradually waking up.

"Senior Siyang Fangzun, the junior is here to bother you again!"

This time, Yi Ze did not come here on behalf of the people of later generations, but only visited as a junior.

Therefore, in terms of etiquette, it is more respectful.

Following Yi Ze's sound, a twilight flashed across the scene, and the quaint Siyang Fangzun disappeared, and then a familiar figure appeared on the spot.

Four goats holding rings and dragons swimming around their bodies are still familiar costumes.

"Let me guess, you came back this time, did you have something to look for me?"

The warm voice came over, and Yi Ze cupped his hands and said with a smile: "No matter what, you can go to the Three Treasures Hall. It is true that you have something to trouble senior."

"Oh, tell me?"

The two stood on the altar, and Yi Ze didn't make too many detours, and directly talked about the national style ceremony.

"Senior, this is a grand celebration of national customs. I hope you can lend a helping hand."

Yi Ze's attitude was quite sincere, but he was still a little cautious when facing Siyang Fang Zun.

After all, this guy looks much smarter than Yue Ling.

But it's not surprising that Fang Zun of the Four Rams suppressed the fortunes of a dynasty, and he came into contact with a lot of people on weekdays.

As for Yue Ling, he spent most of his time underground. Although he had martial arts skills, as a sword, it was impossible to suppress the fate of the country during the Spring and Autumn Period when rituals collapsed and music collapsed.

After all, even if the rites and music are broken, it is still Zhou's world, and no matter how the vassal states fight for hegemony, it is also an internal matter of Zhou.

The world is still the world of Zhou, even this Zhou Dynasty is already very weak.

"National style festival?"

Siyang Fangzun pondered the meaning of Yi Ze's words.

Is this to let myself go to the afterlife and meet the people of the afterlife?
But Siyang Fangzun remembered clearly, didn't he just stay in the museum for future generations to watch?

Siyang Fangzun asked this question, and Yi Ze smiled awkwardly: "This time I want senior to appear on the stage, so that future generations can see the demeanor of senior."

Glancing at Yi Ze's expression, the very wise Siyang Fang Zun immediately understood that this was calling him to support the situation.

After seeing through Yi Ze's meaning, Siyang Fang Zun didn't feel offended, but just found it very interesting.

As an ancestor, being able to help future generations is not something that cannot be done.

What's more, he's been here long enough.

So long ago that even the Shang Dynasty has disappeared into the torrent of the times.

Thinking about it now, going out for a walk might not be a good thing.

"Since that's the case, then go to help you out."

"Thank you senior!"

A big stone fell from the bottom of Yi Ze's heart. As the spirit of the national treasure that appeared for the first time in his program, Siyang Fang Zun's popularity has not been low.

If you can invite this person to come out of the mountain, then the matter will be half successful first.

As for what surprises Siyang Fangzun will bring, Yi Ze also has a rough estimate in his mind.

Sacrifice prevailed in the Shang Dynasty, and cultural and artistic activities were basically related to sacrificial activities.

As a Shang Dynasty bronze, the Siyang Fangzun cannot lack these.

What's more, he is a wine ritual vessel himself, and he is even more familiar with these.

But even so, Yi Ze asked aloud.

"You don't have to worry about this, I will naturally bring the culture of business!"

Siyang Fang Zun said very confidently.

As the spirit of the oldest national treasure currently on the stage, Yi Ze has no objection to this.

The temperament revealed by Siyang Fangzun itself is quite reliable.

What's more, when it comes to the culture of this dynasty, it is even more impossible for him to be careless.

After all, at this time, there is no ceremony yet.

Stepping off the altar, Yi Ze walked steadily and continued to walk in the long river of time.

The long river of time rushing under your feet moves forward, vast and endless, not stopping for anyone.

Of course, it won't change for anyone.

Yi Ze is more like a small drop of water that is free and out of time. Through the ability of the system, it has a close relationship with people and things in different time periods.

Without the help of the system, no one will ever be able to do this.

After all, one cannot step into the same river twice.

Along the long river of time, Yi Ze walked into Qufu again.

This is the hometown of Confucius and also the birthplace of Confucian culture.

At this moment, Confucius is sitting on the bluestone and giving lectures.

When he returned from traveling around the world, Confucius was already a gray-haired old man.

His knowledge is admired by others, but his theory is not valued by the king.

In this era of advocating conquest, Confucius' benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness seem a bit pedantic in the eyes of the monarchs.

For this reason, Confucius also had to return to his hometown, edit books and give lectures, and spread his ideas.

This is true and helpless.

It was only Yi Ze's sudden appearance that broke the tranquility.

"Master, do you still remember the younger generation?"

Yi Ze came to Confucius and bowed in salute. The rest of the disciples were puzzled when they saw this.

This person is dressed in strange clothes, very strange, who is it?
But at this moment, the master has not spoken, and many disciples dare not rashly argue.

Confucius raised his eyelids slightly, and looked at the somewhat familiar Yi Ze in front of him in surprise. After thinking for a while, the image of Yi Ze in his memory suddenly became clear, and he said with a smile, "How is everything, little friend?"

"Thanks to Master's concern, everything is well, junior."

"That's good."

With a smile in his eyes, Confucius said to his disciple below: "Once in a dream, I had a great conversation with this little friend, visiting the past and present. If I remember correctly, he came from China more than 2000 years later."

"After more than 2000 years?"

Yan Hui was surprised, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

It's really unbelievable.

Facing the disciples below, Yi Ze did not dare to neglect: "Junior has neglected etiquette, please forgive me, gentlemen."

He didn't know that he went directly to Confucius' side as soon as he came out, and he was indeed a little nervous when he was watched by the disciples below.

These are all ancestors with names and surnames in history.

This is not like the spirit of the national treasure, those are the ancestors of spiritual culture, and these are not only spiritual, but also real!
It is impossible to say that Yi Ze's ancestors of a certain generation were among them, and that has never been known.

After all, Confucius accepted 3000 disciples, and only a handful of them were able to leave their names.

"Little friend, what are you doing here?"

Confucius was amiable, but he wasn't too surprised.

After all, it has already been experienced once.

No matter how surprised it was, it was the first time, and the second time there was a lot less surprise.

Yi Ze bowed and said solemnly: "This time, I am here to invite my master to go to China more than 2000 years later to give lectures to the people of future generations."

When this statement came out, the whole audience was shocked.

Even Confucius himself was in a trance for a while.

Lecture for the people of later generations, or more than 2000 years later?
Even just hearing the name is incredible.

Confucius looked at Yi Ze in disbelief, and asked, "Are you joking, little friend?"

"The younger generation dare not joke. This time I came here to invite my master to come out and spread the truth."

Yi Ze could understand Confucius' surprise.

After all, this is an unbelievable thing for anyone.

What's more, what about the ancients more than 2000 years ago?

Faced with such a thing, Confucius thought for a moment and shook his head.

"For more than 2000 years, the people of later generations have learned and known more than me, so why use me to teach them?"

After following Yi Ze to the later generations and seeing the prosperity more than 2000 years later, Confucius already understood that the level of knowledge in this era far exceeded his era.

I am just an ancient person who died more than 2000 years ago, so how can I dictate to the descendants who will be born more than 2000 years later?
"My master's words are false!"

Yi Ze did not give up because of Confucius's rejection, and continued: "In later generations, the Master was revered as the most holy and respected by thousands of people. The words, deeds and thoughts of the Master have been passed down to future generations and have not declined for thousands of generations. It's just that People in future generations have a deep misunderstanding of Master, and I went here this time to let people in future generations see a real Master!"

Yi Ze said earnestly: "Master may not know something. Although the people of later generations admire Master, they know very little about Master's theory. Master's visit this time will definitely enable the people of future generations to gain a lot of knowledge!"

At this point, seeing that Confucius was still a little hesitant, Yi Ze said again: "If the master is not willing to give lectures to future generations, then you can also bring you gentlemen to reproduce the style of lectures for my future generations!"

This point is obviously on the point of Confucius.

The reason why he hesitated was simply because of the different times.

The time of more than 2000 years is extremely far away, so far away that what I insist on has already turned into the dust of history.

He is just an old man with his own ideas and ideas, and because of some ideas, he is revered as a saint by the ruler.

But if he really wants to let him govern the country on behalf of those rulers, it is estimated that none of those people are willing.

Confucius saw very clearly that each generation has its own tasks.

Since he went to the afterlife and saw the scenery of the afterlife, he understood that even if his reputation spread all over the world, it was because he was already dead.

The words of the dead are the best words.

After all, dead people can't open their mouths, so they can let everyone explain.

But the dead are alive, and they still try to transmit outdated ideas to people after more than 2000 years. Unfortunately, it is estimated that even the graves will be lifted.

But Yi Ze's subsequent proposal made him quite moved.

Perhaps many of my ideas are no longer applicable in later generations.

But lectures and education should have a place.

Thinking of this, Confucius glanced at the disciples sitting below.

He had many disciples in his life, but only 72 of them are well-known.

Now, he saw a glimmer of hope in the eyes of these disciples.

After more than 2000 years, what kind of world will it be like?
It is exciting and desirable.

"Everyone, are you willing to go with me for more than 2000 years and reappear the style of lectures?"

"I can't ask for it."

"Yes."

"It's the teacher's arrangement."

No one wants to turn down an opportunity like this.

"Thank you, Master, gentlemen."

Yi Ze bowed again.

Turning around, Yi Ze walked into the long river of time again.

When he came out again, he had already arrived at a majestic palace.

This is Xianyang, the capital of the Qin Dynasty and the empire of the First Emperor.

Yi Ze stood on the aisle, surrounded by tall lacquered red pillars, with a bronze crane dancing in the middle, and at the top, going up the nine-fold staircase, was a figure writing at his desk.

As an emperor, he had to deal with a lot of political affairs every day.

An irresponsible emperor would leave all these things to the ministers to deal with, and enjoy it himself.

But a diligent emperor like the first emperor would deal with state affairs day and night, and he could be called a model worker.

"Historical Records" written by Sima Qian records: All affairs in the world, no matter how big or small, are determined by the above.As far as measuring books with weighing stones, there are signs day and night, and you can't rest if you don't get the results.

According to this record, the memorials that Emperor Shihuang had to deal with every day weighed about 120 catties. According to the conversion at that time, it is about 60 catties today.

Although paper for writing had not been invented at that time, the bamboo slips weighing more than 60 kilograms was not a small amount.

Generally speaking, it should be about five to one hundred thousand words.

This is not like reading novels at a glance today, but reading memorials seriously.

It takes a lot of energy to consume.

Moreover, the memorial not only needs to be read, but also needs to be reviewed, so the daily life of the first emperor is quite depressing.

Now, the model worker emperor is sitting upright on the rug, writing vigorously, sometimes frowning, sometimes with a relaxed expression.

It can be seen that it is quite difficult to review these memorials.

The political affairs involved are not something ordinary people can easily make decisions.

Being an emperor requires not only diligence, but also considerable determination and courage.

Only diligence, that is Chongzhen in the late Ming Dynasty, worked hard all his life, and almost achieved nothing.

With determination and courage, but not diligent, that is probably Emperor Jiajing.

Therefore, there are still many wonderful flowers in Ming Dynasty.

As for those emperors who are both diligent and decisive, they are generally successful people.

For example, Emperor Shihuang, Emperor Hongwu and so on.

Other mediocre people, don't talk about it.

At this moment, following Yi Ze's footsteps, Ying Zheng also noticed that someone was gradually approaching.

He raised his head and looked at Yi Ze who was in the hall, his expression shook after a brief period of confusion.

"Junior, it's you, tell me, what's the matter?"

After all, this person is an emperor through the ages, and when it comes to wisdom and means, he is first-class. He just took a look at Yi Ze, and he saw through Yi Ze's trip.

Moreover, this person is really not showing any emotions, calm and domineering.

Even though he had been in contact once before, Yi Ze felt a pressure coming towards him.

"The junior sees His Majesty. This time, I am here to invite His Majesty to a banquet."

"Oh? What banquet?"

Ying Zheng glanced at the memorial in his hand, wrote a comment calmly, and asked.

"National style celebration!"

Yi Ze didn't say anything on the scene. Facing such a monarch who valued practical work, he would be displeased by being mean-spirited. It's better to say it bluntly, anyway, there was a friendship between them.

"Why should I go?"

Ying Zheng calmly asked with a half-smile.

As the founding emperor, he was very busy on weekdays, so he didn't have time to attend the banquet.

If the country's political affairs are not dealt with, the country will be in danger. As an emperor, Ying Zheng's political awareness is quite high.

And as far as his own character is concerned, he can't trust his courtiers in many things.

It's better to do it yourself than to be stabbed in the back by someone under his command.

Facing Yingzheng's inquiry, Yi Ze only said: "So the banquet is a grand ceremony of national customs more than 2000 years later!"

"After more than 2000 years?"

The First Emperor sat up straight, a little surprised by Yi Ze's ability, but he still asked, "What's the benefit for Yu Zhen and Yu Daqin?"

For simple and pure purposes, first ask about benefits.

As for the friendship card, Ying Zheng didn't believe it.

People who used to play the friendship card ended up stabbing him in the back.

So what's the benefit of simply asking one, it simplifies things directly.

Yi Ze had been prepared for a long time. He knew the life of Emperor Shi Huang. At least in the analysis of various experts and scholars for more than 2000 years, Ying Zheng's personal characteristics are still very clear.

There may be a difference, but I don't think there will be a big difference.

Of course, except for black and black.

"Of course it's helpful!"

"Where is the benefit?"

Yi Ze said in a deep voice, "The wind of the Great Qin Dynasty reappears in the world, and the name of His Majesty will shake China!"

Simply, it's just a name.

Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking about the meaning of Yi Ze's words.

What he asked was profit, but what Yi Ze gave was reputation.

Fame and fortune, which is more important?

In Ying Zheng's heart, he had a steelyard.

Anyway, the Great Qin has not existed for long, but if the style of the Great Qin reappears in later generations, it will be an interesting thing to think about.

"I agree!"

With this in mind, Ying Zheng no longer hesitated too much.

Anyway, Da Qin won’t lose!

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

The breeze blows, and the gauze curtains are raised.

Yi Ze has disappeared in place.

In the hall, the First Emperor was in a trance, looked at the empty hall, and murmured to himself: "It seems like someone has been here?"

Thinking about it carefully, I found nothing.

"Looks like I'm tired."

Looking at the memorials piled up on the table, Emperor Shi Huang sighed and continued writing at his desk.

What happened just now did not remain in his mind at all.

Perhaps, this is just a conversation between Yi Ze and the deceased Emperor Shihuang at this moment.

Paradox of time?
It's just a system's ability.

Once again, we traveled through the long river of time and came to the prosperous Tang Dynasty that countless literati have never forgotten.

This is Chang'an, under the rule of Emperor Taizong, during the reign of Zhenguan.

However, Yi Ze didn't go to see Li Shimin.

After all, it is enough for the emperor to have one more Li Shimin.

He went to meet Wu Zetian when he was young.

This is the only female emperor in history, and her reputation in later generations is not weaker than that of the first emperor.

Perhaps because of her gender, Wu Zetian stands out.

When Yi Ze broke into Wu Zetian's boudoir, he bumped into the eternal empress head-on.

Of course, it didn't hit my chest full, and there wasn't any strong sense of squeezing.

It was just a majestic woman, sitting on the couch, staring at him coldly.

"Your Majesty seems to have known that the junior is coming?"

Yi Ze was a little puzzled, Wu Zetian seemed to have been prepared for this battle.

"Yeah, when I woke up and found myself back in the past, I knew that you had come."

Wu Zetian sighed softly, the majesty on his face was gone, only a little melancholy.

But among them, there is also a little joy.

After all, to be able to experience youth again is indeed an unspeakable surprise for an emperor who holds great power.

What's more, this is a female emperor.

Women are a group of people who are extremely concerned about their appearance.

Even the female emperor is no exception.

Even if the emperor has been bruised and bruised in the long-term political struggle, but this bit of a woman's nature is indeed difficult to change.

Yi Ze looked at the bright and charming Wu Zetian in front of him, and he didn't dare to make mistakes. After all, this is not a fool, but an empress who has been in political struggle all her life.

"Your Majesty, this junior is here to ask for something."

"Oh, what's the matter?"

Feeling her youthful and beautiful body, Wu Zetian's joy from the inside out gradually overwhelmed the original melancholy.

She ascended to the throne of God, already in her twilight years, but when she was young, she was powerless and powerless.

Now, when she was young, experiencing the joy of power made her happy.

"This junior would like to invite Your Majesty to go to the future generations and show off your beauty!"

Wu Zetian, Wu Meiniang, the word "Mei" in her name shows that she is extremely beautiful.

It's a pity that there are very few historical records about Wu Zetian's face, and even if there are records, it is the scene of old age.

If future generations can see Wu Zetian at her most beautiful time, it would be a worthwhile trip.

After all, there are still many LSPs in this world.

But whether Wu Zetian can accept it is still a question.

After all, Wu Zetian at this time is the ruthless Empress Wu Zhao behind her!
The sun and the moon are in the sky, it is for Zhao!

When Wu Zetian coined this word, it can be seen how arrogant and proud she was.

Facing such a proud emperor, it is indeed very risky for Yi Ze to say such words boldly.

But Wu Zetian didn't show the slightest bit of anger. Instead, he said with a half-smile: "In my later years, I was in power, the Ninth Five-Year Supreme, but I can no longer have the beauty of the past, no matter how much those favorites praise and agree, I also know in my heart that it is only for power."

Wu Zetian sighed, as a smart person, how could she not know the thoughts of people like Xue Huaiyi.

It's just that people always prefer flattery, and being a monarch is no exception.

However, a monarch with ambition and ability can understand the scale, and will not change his ability because of favor. As for those monarchs without ambition and ability, they are generally mediocre.

Therefore, even Wu Zetian will inevitably be empty in his later years, so there are more demands from many aspects.

Now, being able to regain her young body, Wu Zetian would have thought of keeping Yize by force if she hadn't been concerned about Yize's almost demonic abilities.

This guy is simply better than Tang Monk meat.

Therefore, facing Yi Ze's almost rude words, Wu Zetian just sighed, but not too angry.

"Since I came to the throne, no one has danced in front of me. After all, I am the emperor."

Wu Zetian moved lightly with lotus steps, walked up to Yi Ze, and glanced at her phoenix eyes: "However, I have accepted your request, and I want to see how people will react when they see me again after a thousand years."

"In that case, thank you Your Majesty."

Yi Ze wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, just now with Wu Zetian's glance, he felt that the empress wanted to eat him.

But fortunately, she seemed to have some scruples.

But in retrospect, Wu Zetian was indeed born beautiful.

It's more spiritual than it is, and it doesn't make much difference.

However, the development directions of the two are obviously different.

One is pure and lovely, and the other is charming and charming.

Of course, as a man, he usually chooses...

Want it all!
Take a deep breath, there is still a faint fragrance in the air.

Yi Ze exited the room and looked at Wu Zetian strolling in the garden.

Come to think of it, this eternal empress, who will never be forgotten by future generations, must be in a happy mood at this moment.

People only miss their youth when they are old.

And when you are young, you usually commit two crimes.

Having successfully persuaded the four guests, Yi Ze thought for a moment and decided that's it.

As for Li Shimin and Zhu Yuanzhang, Yi Ze has no intention of inviting him at the moment.

As soon as the First Emperor came out, the other emperors became somewhat overshadowed.

That is Wu Zetian, who was able to rely on her gender advantage to successfully enter the list of actors.

As for Senior Revolver, Yi Ze wanted to invite him, but that era was too sensitive, and the whole show would be lost if he was not careful.

At that time, I don't know who to cry to.

What's more, the four heavyweight guests, together with Yi Ze and Yue Ling, can completely suppress the stage.

And in the face of the expectations of future generations, presumably these few people will also have plans to show the atmosphere of the times.

No one knew that the one invited by Yi Ze this time was not a so-called actor.

But in history, a real and prestigious figure.

Any one of them is the darling of an era and the absolute focus of an era.

Now, because of one person, they gathered together by chance.

At an impossible time and an impossible place, history and present, virtual and reality meet again.

And the way of meeting this time is a grand ceremony of national style!
A carnival belonging to the whole people!

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(End of this chapter)