Yan Jiyuan repeated the word Jingyao Emperor in his mind many times, and slowly, he felt a dry cough in his throat.
The light rain knows the season, it happens in spring.
The three of them stood there as thunderclouds descended. Looking up, they saw thick fog, dark clouds, and shining purple light.
The emperor raised his hand slightly and said in a tone that was almost sighing: "Tell me about Emperor Jingyao."
Wen Qing and two people wearing warm yellow safety helmets sat down in a high-end cafe.
The emperor was dressed in rags, but his aura and immortal demeanor remained unchanged. Others thought they were here to film a movie - Wen Qing carried a camera.
Although he was a little puzzled as to why the man opposite him didn't know Emperor Jingyao, he now needed help from him.
Wen Qing should know that he has said everything and left it all out.
"Emperor Jingyao is the greatest emperor in Chinese history. He and his father, Emperor Mingxi, can be called the twin stars of China. Although there are very few records of Emperor Mingxi, the few deeds that are available show that he was an extremely courageous and open-minded emperor—"
The emperor interrupted him and said in an attitude that did not allow for questioning: "I only want Emperor Jingyao."
Wen Qing smacked his lips, but then spoke patiently, "He was the founder of the medical insurance system, conquered Mongolia in the north, opened up shipping routes, and connected the world. Since then, Dazhao has been the absolute center of the world, and it remains so today. Aside from the active invasion of Mongolia, Emperor Jingyao only attacked what was once Japan, now Province R."
He was a great statesman, thinker, and pioneer of civilization. He loved the people and benefited the world..."
During this time, the emperor kept looking at his son who was eating and drinking to his heart's content with admiration and pride.
His gaze lingered on his son's chubby face for a long time, and he listened carefully to Wen Qing's story.
At some point, the silver bamboo-like rain stopped, the night grew darker, and Wen Qing drank his tea with a dry mouth.
Emperor Mingxi's eyes moved slightly, and a smile appeared in his dark eyes: "He is truly a wise ruler throughout the ages. I can't help but admire him."
Wen Qing was not surprised. Who could not respect Emperor Jingyao?
His main purpose of this trip was to persuade the other party to act in his movie, and just when he wanted to ask.
The emperor picked up the coffee and took a sip. It was very bitter, but he remained calm.
"How did you know?" His tone was cold.
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then realized that he was asking, how do you know about the deep love between father and son?
He couldn't help but complain in his heart: I hate the Riddler.
But how could he dare to say it to his face? This man's aura was too terrifying. Even if he said he was a real emperor, no one would doubt it.
"Official history records that the young emperor was bullied when he ascended the throne. Emperor Mingxi then crawled out of his coffin." Wen Qing laughed heartily when he said this, until Yan Jiyuan glanced at him coldly.
His breath hitched, and he let out a few awkward chuckles before returning to the point: "This is probably a mythological creation, but the fact that it's been recorded suggests there were corresponding events."
"Let's not talk about the official history. Before the unification, there were also historical records of Mobei. The Mobei Empress Dowager, who was acting as the government at the time, repeatedly mentioned in her handwritten letters that the people of Mobei should be extremely respectful to the young crown prince, especially to Your Majesty. She also said that Emperor Mingxi had already annexed the territory, but retained their country names, waiting for the crown prince to ascend the throne and complete his legacy."
The emperor smiled.
Wen Qing hesitated and wanted to say something more, but Emperor Mingxi curled his lips and said, "I agree."
"ah?"
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The next morning, the emperor took the little fat boy and the contractor to say goodbye.
In any case, this man took good care of them, loved his children, and Emperor Mingxi knew etiquette.
His arrogance never shows towards people who are nice to children.
"Are you leaving soon?" The dark-skinned and slightly rounded contractor was reluctant to leave.
"Live in a big house, eat delicious food, and act!" The little fat boy grinned and answered happily.
"Brother, don't be fooled. Your son is so cute, what if he gets targeted by someone?"
The emperor said seriously, "I will follow him."
After sending you thousands of miles away, we must eventually say goodbye.
The contractor waved his handkerchief, his eyes red, and shouted to the fat boy, "Come back and have a look when you have time!"
The chubby baby sitting on his father's shoulders shook his little tufts and nodded heavily: "Yes."
He also had two big red envelopes in his hands.
Emperor Mingxi frowned and said helplessly, "Why are you still taking money from others?"
The fat baby's bright eyes rolled: "It's impolite!"
Oh, if someone gives it to him, it would be impolite for him not to take it. If it is not given sincerely, you will be criticized for nothing if you take it as soon as it is handed to you.
After a few thoughts in his mind, the emperor simply said, "It was my fault."
He is used to admitting his mistakes.
After much difficulty in finding the right candidate, and Wen Qing was very proactive, the filming started within a week.
The actors in the crew have already taken their places, but the protagonist has not arrived for a long time.
This caused people in the studio to complain: "I heard that the director found this person from nowhere and told everyone that the movie would be a hit."
"Tsk, you haven't even seen the Purple Stars raining down from the sky yet, and you're already acting like a big shot?"
"I heard that the director begged her for it after three attempts at prodding her to death."
"Director Wen has a high status in the industry."
"Alas, this is how it went on in the first scene. It will be even harder to get along with you in the future. I hope you can give us less trouble!"
Everyone's dissatisfaction reached its peak. Just when they were feeling annoyed, Director Wen threw away his cigarette and put on a big smile. "Put out your cigarettes, and turn on the fan. The baby can't smell the smoke."
The stagehands looked at each other and were shocked: Is this coming?
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