"Yan Zhenqing was a great calligrapher in the Tang Dynasty. He was influenced by many calligraphers in his early years and integrated their influences, later forming the 'Yan style', which had a profound impact on calligraphy in later generations."
Zhou Jia paused, and seeing that they were all concentrating on reading the contents of the "Eulogy for My Nephew", she did not interrupt them. She waited until they had finished reading before continuing:
"As you have seen in the manuscript of the Memorial to My Nephew, it is scribbled over and even a bit messy, and is very different from the Red Cliff Fu we have seen before. But this does not mean that Yan Zhenqing's reputation was false.
Every word in the manuscript of the memorial to my nephew is heartbreaking. The original is housed 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, which brought the Tang Dynasty to its knees.
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 the person talking about it was his own memorial to his nephew. What was placed 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, and 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 755, the 14th year of Emperor Xuanzong's Tianbao reign, 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 Ji Ming had cursed An Lushan, and both father and son refused to surrender. In the end, they were 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, and wrote this memorial to his nephew in grief and anger.
Those who have seen Yan Zhenqing's regular script will find that there is no similarity between the two when comparing it with this draft. If Wang Xizhi's "Preface to the Lanting Poems", which is known 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 the Yan family.
The Yan family was full of loyal and brave people, but in the end, nothing was left of them. How ironic."
"Master Yan, you are a good man!"
"If it weren't for Lord Yan, our place would have been conquered by the rebels long ago."
"It was all those rebels led by An Lushan. 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 he was. After hearing about what had happened to the Yan family, many people immediately went to Yan Zhenqing's mansion to express their gratitude.
In the dimension where the Yan family father and son were captured, under Miaomiao's cover, 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 finished, 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 medication, but some of the wounds needed suturing, which was beyond their ability to handle. After applying some simple medicine and eating some 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."
It must be God's will that they have this opportunity to change their original trajectory.
"Cousin, Ji Ming——"
An urgent cry came from outside the door. The next second, Yan Zhenqing ran into the room holding the corner of his clothes. Seeing that they were all safe and sound, the stone in his heart fell.
After rescuing the people, Miaomiao 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.
Early Tang Dynasty
Everything in Li Shimin's hall 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. "Alright, alright. 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 her heart.
She hasn’t said anything about Anxi Baifajun 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 a little redundant.
"It's indeed a brilliant civilization."
Li Bai felt both 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 of these stamps naturally increased the collectible value of the work, but some... like Qianlong, he was a stamp maniac and stamped so many times that almost all famous calligraphy and paintings could not escape his clutches. And to put it bluntly, the value of the works he stamped on basically decreased."
After thinking about it, she added another sentence.
"Also, his father, Yongzheng, had a particularly good aesthetic. Everything he liked was truly magnificent. Qianlong's aesthetic was... I've seen a comparison of their porcelains before. The porcelain from the Yongzheng era is very kind to the eyes, especially for those who like solid colors. But the porcelain from the Qianlong era is so garish and overly colorful, it really makes you want to dig your eyes out."
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