Ying Zheng and others were not comforted.
"Let me lend you my good words."
"I'm so envious..."
Liu Chan was also very jealous.
Everyone loves their motherland from the bottom of their hearts. Who wouldn't want such people?
Zhou Jia had originally just wanted to take them to experience the atmosphere of National Day, but seeing how they were, it seemed like they had received quite a shock...
Suddenly I feel a little embarrassed.
After dinner, Zhou Jia also told them about his plans for the next few days.
"Today I'll give you a brief tour of the various places, then we'll see a performance tonight. Tomorrow I'll take you to the City That Never Sleeps, and the day after tomorrow we'll visit the Shaanxi History Museum. After two days of rest, I'll take you to the amusement park, and then we'll visit the Qin and Han Dynasty Museum and the Xianyang Palace Ruins."
Anyway, they didn't know what fun things there would be in the future, and they were planning to stay for more than half a month, so they had plenty of time, so it didn't matter if they filled their itinerary.
"I suddenly felt that staying in the hotel was actually a good choice..."
Su Shi sighed silently. They had only been in the car for less than ten minutes, but they had already waited at several traffic lights for a long time. It really tested their patience.
Chinese
Liu Che looked at the aerial footage that Mi Mi had taken of the busy streets, which were invisible to the camera, and sighed, "Too many people isn't necessarily a good thing."
He was the only one in the Weiyang Palace, so no one responded to him. Wei Qing and Huo Qubing were training in the army, preparing to fight the Huns in the early spring of the following year.
The Huns also knew that with Zhou Jia's covert and overt tricks, Liu Che would definitely not let them go. On the one hand, they stepped up the training of the troops, and on the other hand, they sent a vanguard to explore westward.
Anyway, the world is so big and the land is so vast, there is no need for them to hang themselves in one place.
Not only the Xiongnu, but also the Xianbei, Mongols and others had the same idea. Everyone was trying to find ways to expand their territory.
These things were also recorded in Miaomiao's background, but Zhou Jia was not interested in it and did not look at it much. When she took a look one day on a whim, she found that these bordering plates were occupied by dynasties or foreign races.
It seems that everyone wants to make this world their own.
The concept of unity is deeply ingrained in our bones.
During the journey, they chatted about all sorts of things. The poets could quote classics and turn every sentence into poetry. Their erudition was evident in their words, and their manners and demeanor were very comfortable.
"Tsk, if I could have your knowledge one day, I would probably be famous," Zhou Jia said longingly, "During the National Day holiday, please let me become a god with this book!"
Zhuge Liang fanned himself helplessly and chuckled, while Su Shi gently encouraged her, "Keep trying, maybe you can actually write something that will be passed down through the ages."
"Thank you for your good wishes, I hope I will become famous soon!"
Ying Zheng stared at his phone without looking up. "You haven't written anything in recent days. Your dream is unrealistic."
…
A sharp arrow pierced Zhou Jia's heart.
"Thanks for the reminder." She had indeed not written anything for several days and had only been eating and saving money.
"If you want to leave your name behind, you have to pay what you should pay. How can you achieve your goal if you are idle today?" Ying Zheng put down his mobile phone with a serious expression, and there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.
He couldn't bear to see Zhou Jia wasting his time like this.
Zhou Jia touched his nose.
She didn't deny that she had been busy browsing her phone and playing around. She hadn't done anything serious in a long time, and her mind was empty...
"arrive."
Li Bai's voice rang out, saving the embarrassed Zhou Jia.
"This skyscraper of yours really makes my heart skip a beat no matter how many times I look at it."
Yinbao's words were agreed by many people.
"Alright, alright, let's go. You all need to keep quiet in the library. If you make any noise, you'll be kicked out. You guys go study what you want to study, and I'll go see my art exhibition."
"No rush. Let me go with you to see the art exhibition you mentioned first. There will be time to study later." Du Fu wanted to follow Zhou Jia and see the so-called art exhibition.
"Let's go, let's go." Che Bao couldn't wait to pull Zhou Jia and walk immediately.
In the end, several people entered the library and began to look for a place to hold the exhibition.
There was a poster at the door. After buying tickets, Zhou Jia took them into the exhibition.
"Isn't this my Tang Dynasty?"
The first thing that caught their eyes was the schematic diagram of the imperial city of the Tang Dynasty, which shocked Li Shimin and the Tang officials so much that they all sat up.
This is a bit too detailed.
However, the works they started with were related to the Tang Dynasty, which still gave them a sense of accomplishment.
"Don't touch anything. There are many people's works in here. Some people may find their own works or copies in here."
After Zhou Jia finished speaking, he turned to look at the first work. The moment he saw the Slender Gold script, his expression became a little complicated, and he turned his head to look at the next work.
"What...is this word? I don't think I've seen it before."
Tiantian stared at the inscription on the painting and looked at Zhou Jia, hoping she could explain it to her. "Slender Gold Script, this font is probably the easiest to distinguish among all fonts. As for the creator of this font..."
She sighed, "It was Zhao Ji who did it. His son was Wanyan Gou. When I told you before, I only talked about how Wanyan Gou failed as emperor. Today, I will say a little more."
Yinbao grabbed Zhou Jia's sleeve with some grievance.
Song Dynasty
Zhao Kuangyin tried his best to maintain a smile.
Don’t be angry, don’t be angry. What Zhou Jia said about Wanyan Gou was actually correct. That Zhao Gou really lived up to the name of Wanyan Gou.
In Wanyan Gou's own world, he and Qin Hui were both helpless and furious, crawling on the floor in anger in the palace.
“Damn it, damn it…”
This woman Zhou Jia deserves to die!
"Wanyan Gou was the founding emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty. He was a terrible emperor, but his literary talent is evident in the many works he left behind. Like Li Yu, the last emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty, he was not suited to being an emperor, but was better suited to literature and art. If they had focused on literature and art, their reputations would have been very good."
But fate played a trick on them, forcing them to become emperors.
Li Yu imprisoned by Zhao Kuangyin: ...
There's no way you can hurt yourself by visiting an art exhibition.
"We can take a look at it first, and someone will explain it later. I think there should be quite a few works by Wanyan Gou or works that he has stamped on."
Ying Zheng was very interested. At Long Bao's strong request, he held the young version of himself and looked at each picture one by one. The expressions and movements of the two were very synchronized. Zhou Jia couldn't help but take out her mobile phone to take a lot of photos of them.
Qin
Fusu stared expressionlessly at the little father in his father's arms, jealousy and envy emanating from his body from the inside out.
I feel a little regretful.
He should have been thick-skinned enough to ask Zhou Jia to agree to let him go to the afterlife as well.
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