[Comprehensive Manga] My love is a male god

"Song Ci Ci Pai tunes...... singing? And singing and dancing?" Zhu Qiyu had a strange expression, and An Zeyi could probably guess it. After all, in this era, singing and dancing are not on the stage.

"Because these have been lost in the future." An Zeyi said softly: "Emperor, you will probably never understand. Hearing that Koryo State said that Qu Yuan belonged to them, and hearing that Yale is only preserved by Wa State and Korea, but How humiliating and sad it is for people living in this land of China to find no culture to boast about."

"Han people don't have music. This is the ridicule I often heard when I was born."

"A nation, when their culture and history disappear, the nation is really over."

What a terrible thing it is to lose culture.

However, the sad thing is that in the modern age he is familiar with, there are so many people who only see fast food music in their eyes.

How sad.

When people like songs from the United States, Britain, Hong Kong, and mainland China, how many people know how beautiful Song Ci can be sung?An Zeyi himself didn't know, he had been lost when he was born, and "plain, mediocre, mediocre, mediocre" couldn't describe that kind of beauty.

It must be very beautiful and pleasant to hear and sung for hundreds of years, but it has been lost.

As soon as Anze felt that he was not able to go to the Song Dynasty but came to the Ming Dynasty, then he must do his best to study, listen, record, use his own brain, his own ears, his own pen, and his own The SLR placed inside the space bracelet.

Zhu Qiyu really didn't understand, but seeing the sorrow and sadness of humiliation in Anze's eyes, he really couldn't say the words "I learned from the lower class".

Just learn if you want, it's not a big deal anyway.

As for copying books: "Why do you need to copy a book from the Imperial Academy? Isn't there enough in the palace?"

"No, no, I was born in the Hanlin Academy, um," An Zeyi lowered his head and counted with his fingers. Zhu Qiyu also knew that this eloquent young man was terrible at counting (An Zeyi: Mathematics is so bad that it is embarrassing) In the Ming Dynasty, the author, how much you stepmother wanted to blackmail me), watched patiently: "90 years before I was born, that is, more than 400 years from now, the Imperial Academy was burned down by a group of soldiers and bandits. None of the books survived."

Recalling the catastrophe of the Neng era, An Ze couldn't control his tears. He endured it, but his eyes were still full of tears: "All the books were destroyed, and there was not a single one left."

"I want to read "Yongle Dadian", I really want to read it." An Zeyi's eyes sparkled when he said it: "It is the largest encyclopedia in the world, but you can only read it in foreign museums, because we Not a single copy of the country survived."

An Zeyi doesn't mind talking about being miserable at all, so there is still hope for getting a handwritten copy of "Yongle Dadian".

Zhu Qiyu thought of the day when the Wenyuan Pavilion in Yingtian Mansion was on fire. Logically speaking, everyone else ran out. An Zeyi, an idiot who remembered the fire incident early that morning, rushed to Yingtian Mansion early in the morning. He didn't know what happened to this guy. Just ran over, it is estimated that he was still rushing in a straight line when the fire broke out.

Why do you say that?

Because he knew the news the next day, and when he learned about the situation of the fire, when he returned to his bedroom after seeing the minister, what he saw were books spread all over the floor and the safe and sound "Yongle Dadian" with a smile on his face. An Zeyi, who made his hands itchy and wanted to punch someone, smiled and fell asleep with his head tilted after seeing him.

It is this fool who is talking about books.

The most deceitful thing (he still learned this word from An Zeyi) is how he will explain to his dear ministers how these books that should have disappeared in the fire miraculously appeared in his In the bedroom.

"Yes." Just copying the book: "Are there no other requirements?"

"It's gone." Anze blinked his eyes, showing a very obedient and cute soft smile. In his past, every time he showed such a smile, he almost never said something to reject him: "However, it would be even better if you are willing to get someone to help me copy it together. However, I remember that there should be insufficient manpower in the current imperial court!"

"What you said is not wrong," Zhu Qiyu nodded: "It is true that there are not enough manpower, but."

He showed a faint smile: "I can give you the copies of those books that have copies."

Almost all those precious books come in one original and one pair in two sets. As the emperor, although he can't give away the original (otherwise the old ministers will splatter their heads with blood), he can still make copies call the shots.

"yeah!"

Before the spring of 1450 passed and the peach blossoms on the branches hadn’t faded, the copies of the books that I rescued from Wenyuan Pavilion and those without copies had already been copied and handed over to An Zeyi. .

After the New Year and the Lantern Festival, Anze has already taken pictures of Yale, Song lyrics and songs with a single-handed SLR and a camera. He watched the music performers in Jiaofang Sime in the camera play those grand or graceful songs one by one. Singing, holding the stacked scores, An Zeyi felt extremely happy.

Knowing the scores, singing methods, and accompanying instruments, An Zeyi felt that even if he returned to his hometown in modern times, he could still sing those beautiful Song lyrics and teach them to more people.

In this way, the inheritance will not be broken.

The goal was achieved, An Zeyi did not entangle too much, but chose to say goodbye.

A word of farewell, and then, just as he quietly appeared in the palace as a soul at first, he left quietly again without disturbing anyone.

And the only person who knew of his appearance, Zhu Qiyu stood at the window, watched the slender figure disappear, and then returned to the bedroom.

The lights were on all night, and a porcelain cup was placed on the table.

Give the wine in my cup to those who travel far away.

After leaving the palace, An Zeyi didn't plan to go back to Japan for a while, because he still had places he wanted to go.

He went to Mogao Grottoes.

The ancients in China did not have the awareness of protecting cultural heritage. They just collected those precious antique calligraphy and paintings and showed them off to their friends. They, including the emperor, did not have the idea of ​​building a museum. This made An Zeyi very sad is sad.

Should he hate Wang Yuanlu (the Taoist priest who discovered the Sutra Pavilion in Mogao Grottoes and sold it to foreigners)?He also worked hard and fought for it, but the gloom of the late Qing Dynasty made him discouraged. He tried his best to repair it, but in the end it all ended in failure.

Anze didn't want to recall this period of history, maybe some people said that it should be found in a certain era, what if it was "ten years of catastrophe"?What if Zhang Daqian destroyed the cultural relics of Mogao Grottoes again?An Zeyi didn't want to accuse anyone, but he preferred that the Sutra Pavilion would still not exist in the world.

He passed through Jiayuguan, came to Mogao Grottoes, walked through uninhabited caves, and finally stepped into the cave of the 16th cave that has been visited in modern times. He stood at a small door on the wall of the north corridor, which is outside the room of the Sutra Pavilion. , his expression was a little cloudy and uncertain.

Now that it is exposed to the world, who can guarantee that the scriptures will not be stolen by the officials themselves?It's not that he doesn't trust Ming officials, it's just that this kind of thing happened in the late Qing Dynasty, and he didn't dare to gamble on human nature with these priceless historical treasures.

So, An Zeyi did a very crazy thing: he sealed one layer with cement, another layer with compound soil, added a layer between the two layers to reinforce the invisible ghost way, and added a layer with time language Prevents cracks from cracking cement with the passage of time.Not to mention too much, it is still possible to last for hundreds of years.

Great, it's solid.

After solving a major problem, Anze packed up contentedly, and was ready to go back to Japan, preparing to pretend that 13 fooled the emperor as a teacher, improved the emperor's living standard, and repaid the blessing of Amaterasu Omikami.

Traveling eastward all the way, seeing that the people's life is pretty good, An Zeyi was in a very happy mood.

Concern for the country and the people has never been the monopoly of poets and poets, nor is it just the nameplate of people in high positions above the temple, but a consciousness that everyone should have.

While passing through Shangqiu, Henan Province, An Zeyi encountered heavy rain.

Presumably, this is the flood in the history books, right?He remembered that several areas were affected by the disaster.An Zeyi hid in the Yuelao Temple to avoid the rain without wearing Yike, looked at the sky quietly for a while, and then looked back.

"This rain is really heavy." An old voice sounded from the side.

"Yes, I'm afraid there will be another flood disaster." An Ze was full of emotions, and he came to his senses after speaking.

Huh?Isn't it the state of my soul that I don't wear the body now?

Huh?How do I remember that there was no one next to me just now, let alone any old people?

Anze turned his head abruptly, and saw a smiling old man.

It was an old man with silver beard and hair, with kind eyebrows, kind eyes and amiable looks. He looked not young, but he was still in good spirits.I saw him sitting on the threshold, leaning on a cloth bag, flipping a book in his hand.

"This old gentleman," An Ze saw that the other party was able to see him without any fear, so he walked over and said softly, "It's raining and cold outside, please go inside." He glanced at the other party's hand book of.It was dark, and he couldn't see clearly: "It's dull, it hurts your eyes to read."

"No problem." The old man raised his head and smiled at him with a gentle smile.

An Ze blinked his eyes, thinking that there were only the two of them on the left and right, so he simply sat next to the old man and talked to pass the time.

The old man was kind, and An Zeyi had a pleasing temperament. The two of them talked, and it was not so boring and lonely.

After talking for a while, Anze saw that the book in the old man's hand was still unclosed, and he went over to take a look out of curiosity, but was surprised to find that he didn't know a word, so he smiled at the old man and said politely: "Xiaosheng thinks he can You are familiar with the scriptures, how come you don’t know a single word?” The old man smiled and said, “This is not an ordinary book in the world, how do you know it? It contains the marriage documents of men and women in the world.”

This word......

A little weird?

Grandpa, aren't you really delusional?

But if you can see your current soul state, maybe you can also read the heavenly book.An Zeyi expressed hesitation, and asked what was in the cloth bag.

The old man smiled and said: "It is the red thread, which is used to tie the feet of husband and wife. A man and a woman have been tied at the time of birth. In the future, even if there is a family of enemies, the disparity between rich and poor, the difference between ugly and beautiful, and thousands of miles apart, they will be bound. become husband and wife."

The red line, the marriage letter, Anze turned his head to look at the smiling old moon statue in the temple, and then at the smiling old man sitting next to him. After a long time, he said, "Who is Xiaosheng's lover and where is he? Do you know?" ?"

The old man smiled and said: "You are from another world, and those who are destined to come from another world."

"where is he?"

"Wherever you come from in this world, he is there." The old man smiled: "And you, less than half a century after your return, you are naturally destined to reunite."

As the old man spoke, his figure faded away. It was about Ku Luoluo, so how could An Zeyi not be in a hurry?He stretched out his hand to grab the old man, and then a red light flashed in front of his eyes, only to hear the voice in his ears like light smoke: "I also tied a red thread to your little finger, follow your heart, and tie the other end of the red thread to his hand after you find him." On the little finger, you will..."

"what!"

An Ze suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for breath.I don't know when, he leaned against the old moon and fell asleep.

Turning to look at the sky, the rain has stopped.

It feels like today might be a good day.An Ze stretched his waist, then froze.

On his little finger, there was a thin red thread wrapped around it. There was no knot visible, but there were red marks like a knife.

He raised his head and looked at the statue of Yuelao. The clay sculpture of Yuelao was still smiling, gentle and kind.

"It turns out...wasn't it a dream?"