Zhang Hongcheng had no idea that the damn author had arranged such a bloody plot to happen behind his back...
Today's painting has completely appeased his wife.
Next to a building next to Gyeongbokgung Palace.
Chu Miaohong looked around and saw that there was no one around. Suddenly, a pair of beautiful arms wrapped around Zhang Hongcheng's neck.
She tilted her head and smiled sweetly.
"Your Majesty performed well today."
Wow!
Playing this tune in the Forbidden City, Zhang Hongcheng suddenly became excited.
"My beloved...ah, roo roo."
The beautiful lady Chu pinched him several times with a cold face.
"You took me seriously when I called you His Majesty. Even my beloved concubine came out?"
"Sigh..., Queen, Queen, it must be Queen!"
"And I will help you manage the harem? Three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines?"
"How could I possibly do that?" Zhang Hongcheng said, hugging his wife with a playful smile. "The day after you enter the palace, I will draw a circle on the wall of this harem, and then write a Chinese character inside the circle!"
"Well, even a fool can be taught."
The two were flirting here, but they were completely unaware that a group of people were sitting and resting in the corner of the palace.
Four or five people were grinning mischievously, covering their mouths and making eye contact with each other, so as not to laugh out loud and disturb the couple who were showing their affection.
One of them was holding a camera in his arms and was laughing so hard that his whole body was shaking. The woman who was laughing the most was holding a microphone in her hand.
There were a few words on the camera: Supreme Television Station.
The oldest man was holding a small blackboard that could be opened and closed.
There were a few words written in chalk on the small blackboard.
"Visiting the Forbidden City Program Team".
The older man glared at the female host who was laughing uncontrollably.
He was afraid that the female host would burst out laughing and disturb the little couple.
It's fun that I finally encountered...
The conversation of the young couple around the corner has gradually started to go off topic.
Chu Miaohong had a good impression of the emperors of the Ming Dynasty, especially the romantic emperor Zhu Youtang.
However, Zhang Hongcheng believed that the greatest characteristic of a man who was praised as a wise king by Ming Dynasty ministers was that he was obedient and listened to the words of the literati.
"It's too profound a historical question, you'd better not talk to me about it!"
Chu Miaohong poked Zhang Hongcheng's chest with her finger in annoyance.
"Comrade Xiao Chu, don't forget that you are also a liberal arts student."
"I won't listen, you idiot! Those serious ancient texts give me a headache."
"Well, actually, the official history can be told in a more interesting way..."
When Chu Miaohong heard her husband say "it's quite fun", she immediately became interested.
On this point, she still trusts her husband quite a bit.
"Tell me about it."
"Then let's use more popular language to talk about these things in the Ming Dynasty."
“What is history?”
"...It's those ruins..."
"...In the dilapidated temple, a young monk stretched himself..."
Dangnian Mingyue's eyes popped out, and he vomited blood and died. How shameless!
The group of people at the back of the corner were listening with their ears pricked up, and the leader had no idea that the sound engineer had already quietly pressed the record button.
In fact, the sound engineer just wanted to record a clip and bring it back to his colleagues for fun.
Zhang Hongcheng read "Things About the Ming Dynasty" no less than four or five times. Although he could not repeat every sentence exactly, the general thread was still the same.
The same witty humor, the same penetrating insights, and the same fascination.
Zhang Hongcheng spoke eloquently for more than two hours in one breath.
Chu Miaohong's eyes sparkled when she heard this, and the guys who were eavesdropping in the corner felt so sore in their waists and legs that they dared not move at all.
The female host even quietly moved the microphone to the corner of the wall.
Such a great way of expressing the subject matter really fits the theme of their program!
Unfortunately, the girl was concerned about her boyfriend's voice, so she stopped him after just over two hours.
When this group of people came out rubbing their waists, they found that the other party was no longer there.
The middle-aged man in the lead rubbed his waist vigorously, turned around and asked the photographer carrying the camera.
"Lao Mo, do you know which unit these two people are from?"
The photographer was whispering something to the sound engineer, and when he heard it, he looked up and answered.
"Brother Mi, there are students from the Academy of Fine Arts helping with the repairs in this area. They must be students from the Academy of Fine Arts."
"Okay, you're familiar with these schools, so contact them!"
"Are you really going to use this notebook of theirs?"
"Of course."
The work-study opportunity introduced by Erhei lasted for a total of three days.
The school naturally approved leave for me to participate in such a meaningful task as repairing the Forbidden City.
During these three days, Zhang Hongcheng and Chu Miaohong took the opportunity to visit all the areas of the Forbidden City that were not open to the public in later generations.
At the same time, Zhang Hongcheng also told Chu Miaohong half of the things about the Ming Dynasty.
Both the couple thought that telling this story in the setting of the Forbidden City was very immersive.
They were completely unaware that a certain unscrupulous and smoky production crew had been eavesdropping on them for three days in a row.
Director Mi: What's immoral about this? I've already discussed this privately with the professor leading the team at the Academy of Fine Arts...
The program team gained a lot, but on the fourth day, they were shocked to find that the young couple was missing!
The professor of the Academy of Fine Arts impatiently counted his students under the urging of the program team.
"One more, one less."
"Did we see a ghost?"
An old professor from the Academy of Fine Arts also felt the same loss as the program crew.
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