The short video shows the ancient times, and the emperors cried with envy!

Chapter 6 Song Huizong: The thin gold body looks good, it’s the country that changed it!
Gu Sheng just glanced at the comments section and resisted the urge to search for the novel immediately.

The index finger moved slightly, and the screen turned again.

[No writing today, let’s feel the charm of Huizong’s thin gold body up close. Qianlong was really good at destroying cultural relics # thin gold body # Song Huizong # handwriting]

[You said that deep within the flowers, there lives an old lover...]

The extremely explosive ancient music took the lead, and then a cultural relic written in thin gold script appeared on the sky.

That high pitched voice had a slightly hoarse tone, it was fiery and cruel.

Southern Tang.

The master of the house, Li Yu, sat alone in the west building, humming an unknown tune.

"When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much do you know about the past..."

He had already noticed the changes in the sky, but what did it have to do with him?

He is just a prisoner now.

At this moment, a sad and high-pitched music suddenly came from the sky. Li Yu's breath froze for an instant and he couldn't help but look up.

This tune inexplicably suited his liking.

Li Yu closed his eyes slightly and opened his lips slightly.

"Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward!"

Eastern Jin.

Wang Xizhi, who was revered as the Sage of Calligraphy by later generations, stood in the courtyard.

Looking at the words on the sky that looked like dragons and snakes running around, I instantly became interested.

"The picture on this canopy is really interesting. Is there such a kind of calligraphy in the world?"

"It's more vigorous than regular script, and more sharp than running script!"

"How subtle!"

As he spoke, Wang Xizhi closed his eyes and carefully considered the true meaning of the font.

Extremely forgetful!

Datang.

Li Shimin glanced at the thin golden body in the air, and couldn't help but ask someone to bring him pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

“The brushwork pursues the spirit, and the intention is perfect!”

"Who wrote this? It was born out of running script, regular script, and cursive script and became its own school?"

"Upright and sharp, with great character!"

However, after some copying, Li Shimin looked at the specious handwriting on the letter and had no choice but to give up.

Wei Zheng on the side frowned rather disdainfully.

"Your Majesty, don't let your talent and learning go unnoticed in the world. This is not what a wise king should do!"

Li Shimin had long been accustomed to Wei Zheng's speaking style and didn't care.

Northern Song Dynasty.

The middle-aged Su Shi had just experienced the Wutai Poetry Case and was demoted to Huangzhou.

Listening to the somewhat sad music coming from the sky, the gloomy look on his face became even more intense.

But soon, he was attracted by the thin golden body on the picture.

"The edge of the pen has the intention of the sword, and the bones of the sky are beautiful! Who created this school?"

"It's a pity that I don't have enough character and am closer to painting than to books!"

At another time and space, Zhao Ji, who had ascended to the throne, slowly raised his head.

Looking at the copywriting in the sky, I feel a little confused.

Isn’t this my self-created thin gold body?
Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty, could it be that Tianmu's temple name is for me?

But just a moment later, Zhao Ji was already immersed in the vigorous and powerful calligraphy on the sky curtain.

……

Gu Sheng also looked at the thin golden body on the screen and slowly began to draw talismans.

But I only tried it once and gave up.

Immediately, Gu Sheng silently clicked on the comment area.

"Yunjianhe: I'm impressed, this thin gold body is simply amazing!" 》

"Litchi Kitten: I can only say that this is not as good as a hair in Huizong's handwriting, what?"Is this Huizong's own handwriting?Ahhhh, I love bloggers so much! 》

"Blank Rhyme: Thanks to the blogger for sharing. I didn't expect Huizong's thin gold body to be so vigorous and powerful. I can't learn from it. I really can't learn from it!" 》

Great Song.

A certain emperor who was still admiring himself was suddenly awakened by a voice beside him.

"Your Majesty!" Zhao Ji turned her head slightly and then noticed that Gao Qiu had arrived, holding a neat roll of rice paper in his hand.

Gao Qiu had already caught a glimpse of the comments on the sky screen and immediately bowed and said.

"Your Majesty's calligraphy and painting skills have been passed down to the world. Is there any emperor in the past who can compare with your Majesty?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Ji's restless heart immediately jumped hard!
The first emperor in ancient times to excel in both calligraphy and painting?

"This is a great kindness, reward me!"

Zhao Ji waved his hand, and the smile on Gao Qiu's face grew stronger.

However, the scene in the sky moved again.

"It seems that the moon is rounder than me: Song Huizong: It looks good, the country has changed!" 》

"Wuxi Wuchen: It can only be said that Song Huizong is not suitable to be an emperor. He would rather give up his country in exchange for his talents. Unfortunately, if he is not an emperor, he must be a great calligrapher who will go down in history!" 》

"Tianya Ke: Throughout the ages, I am the only one who has lost his fortune because of calligraphy and painting!"No, there seems to be another Li Yu who was poisoned to death after writing Poppy! 》

Southern Tang.

Li Yu, who had just finished humming "Poppy Poppies: When Will Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon Come", instantly broke into a cold sweat on his back.

Just at this moment, the palace gate opened wide.

A eunuch holding a wine flask stood helpless outside the gate, his voice trembling slightly.

"Guan Li, these are the fine wines and delicacies given by His Majesty!"

After all, what he was holding was poisonous wine.

But who would have thought that Tianmu would even know that the emperor wanted to poison Li Yu?
At this moment, Li Yu shook his head like a rattle.

Unfortunately, doomed to futility.

Great Song.

Zhao Ji, who was still complacent just now, changed his expression drastically.

The words on the sky were like a three-foot cold front, piercing his heart with a single knife.

It made him step back repeatedly.

He opened his eyes involuntarily and muttered to himself.

"The Song Dynasty is dead?"

"I would rather exchange my talents with Xu Jiangshan..."

An inexplicable fear suddenly appeared on Zhao Ji's face. This was the first time he felt the heavy burden on his shoulders.

Gao Qiu on the side looked pale, fearing that Zhao Ji would question him.

Qing.

Emperor Qianlong looked at the scene in the sky with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

The picture of Ruihe in the sky is obviously still in his collection.

Why did he appear in the sky out of nowhere?
"He Shen?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man wearing a flower feather came out from behind Qianlong.

"The slave is here!"

This person is He Shen.

Having served Qianlong all year round, he had already guessed Qianlong's thoughts.

It must be related to the paintings and calligraphy of Song Huizong on the canopy!
Qianlong was very satisfied with Heshen's attitude and was about to speak when suddenly the picture on the sky screen started to scroll slowly.

"Yi: Every time Huizong appeared, a Qianlong was violently abused online. Qianlong probably never imagined that hundreds of years later, someone would still be violently bullying him online!" 》

"Mr. Liang: Emperor Qianlong liked to put his big red mark of cerebral palsy on these works!" 》

"Gardenia Sparkling Water: The same emperor, Qianlong's handwriting is really unreadable, far worse than Song Huizong! 》

The tea Qianlong just swallowed spurted out in an instant.

At this moment, he was staring at the picture on the sky screen.

If I weren't worried about violating some taboo, I'd probably say that this is a lie to deceive the public!
He Shen on the side sighed secretly, then looked at the words on the sky and immediately knelt on the ground.

"emperor!"

"This is a great joy. Why is the emperor angry?"

As soon as these words came out, Qianlong was obviously stunned.

I've been scolded so badly, where's the joy?
Unexpectedly, He Shen kowtowed and said.

"The sky has appeared, and our Qing Dynasty has lasted for at least hundreds of years. I even remember the emperor's name!"

"Isn't this proof that the emperor is wise and great, and his achievements will be remembered by countless future generations?"

(End of this chapter)