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In the senior cadre ward in Building 6 of Peking University Hospital, we have long been accustomed to the appearance of soldiers from the three armed forces.

It is not surprising even if the dean and the second dean of the university came to observe the treatment in person.

In this ward, let alone the dean of this hospital.

If necessary, even experts from other cities have to fly over quickly.

But this was the first time I heard about being picked up by two hospital staff in person in an eight-person room in the general ward.

According to the traditional habits and professionalism of the senior cadre ward, who is coming and what level of cadres he is must be sorted out clearly!

It's a pity that the little nurses on the front line have been conducting reconnaissance all night, but they still can't figure out what kind of hero this Zhang Boju patient is? Where did it come from?

The more unclear they are, the more they struggle.

Even though the head nurse had warned them sternly,

Hey Hey hey,

Head nurse Yuan tapped the medical record folder in her hand on the nurse's desk: Don't ask for useless information, concentrate on your thoughts and work hard. The health of the leaders cannot tolerate any carelessness.

When the little nurses heard this, they smiled sheepishly.

The thin-skinned girls lowered their heads and stuck out their tongues playfully, all using actions to show that there would be no next time.

Seeing that the rectification was effective, the head nurse did not pursue the matter further.

When he turned around to leave, he suddenly saw a blue figure walking out of a ward.

Isn't this Xiao Wang? Seeing that he was an acquaintance, the head nurse quickly stopped him and asked, Why are you here?

Warrior Wang looked back: Sister-in-law, why are you here?

I'm on duty today, the head nurse said, raising her chin towards the first-class 5-bed ward: Xiao Wang, who is the leader in the ward?

He is a friend of the chief, soldier Xiao Wang told the truth, the chief sent me to send some condolences.

The chief's friend?

Yes, it seems to be from the Pujiang Military Region.

Oh, the head nurse nodded: I understand.

At the same time, the little nurses standing behind her also nodded, and they also understood.

Snowflakes are falling outside, and the heater is whistling inside.

Everyone in the room was looking directly at Huang Yongyu.

Zhu Jiaxin was the first to praise him: Yongyu, you are really good at pretending. We even asked you at your door this morning, but you refused to say anything.

Qi Gong was the most honest and honest: Yong Yu, you still have a way, you are as clever as before.

Zhang Boju looked at Huang Yongyu who was stunned on the ground with a kind face: Xiao Huang, thank you for taking care of me this time.

Do good deeds without leaving a name? Wang Shixiang always felt that this was not his style. Is it really a transformation of the years? : Tell us, what kind of connections did you use to do this? It must be unusual, right?

Only Shen Congwen didn't say anything in a hurry, and expressed with relief in his eyes: Yongyu, if anything happens in the future, I will be the first to find fault.

Don't, you are looking for me, I don't know how to look for you...

Having said this, Huang Yongyu finally moved: Let's see what's going on.

Qi Gong quickly handed over the letterhead in his hand.

Several heads immediately joined together.

Hu Yuan and Ma Yuan are sitting on the sofa. You look at me and I look at you.

Then they looked forward together, both looking like they were watching a show.

Five experts and scholars skip the jargon and go straight to the signature.

Zhu Jiazhu said word by word: Uncle Yongyu and nephew, this writing is not standard at first glance.

Qi Gong nodded: It should be uncle and nephew Cong Wen.

Wang Shixiang was not surprised: But it doesn't prevent us from understanding it at a glance.

You don't understand at all...

Huang Yongyu finished speaking slowly, and he and Shen Congwen raised their heads at the same time.

Shen Congwen: Jiangshan!

Yes, it must be this kid, Huang Yongyu finally realized at this moment, and crossed his waist again: When I called him last night, I just mentioned it casually, but I didn't expect him to do it... Got it!

Shen Congwen: He didn't even say anything to you?

No, otherwise I would have yelled.

Wang Shixiang nodded, this is his style: What a good boy who does good deeds without leaving his name. The key is his ability. It seems that his book should have hope.

Who is this person you are talking about? Zhu Jiaxin was confused: Yongyu, I have such a powerful nephew, why haven't I heard you mention it?

I didn't know he could do this, Huang Yongyu changed his hand and continued to put his hands on his hips: It seems that he has become more capable again!

Yong Yu, your eldest nephew really has nothing to say, Qi Gong said with a smile: What uncle said casually, he did it without saying a word. Such a junior... is rare!

Zhu Jiaxin asked curiously: Where does your nephew work?

Pujiang!

Pujiang? Zhu Jiazhu was shocked: A junior from Pujiang can reach Yanjing?

Not only that, Wang Shixiang reminded: Not only can he extend his hand, he can also send a comrade from the People's Liberation Army to deliver a fruit basket to Mr. Zhang!

After finishing speaking with a smile, Wang Shixiang and the elders standing together were collectively stunned.

Only then did the five gentlemen remember that they had come to visit the patient without any hesitation.

Not to mention the fruit basket, I didn’t even bring a single fruit.

After thinking about it, he turned to look at the fruit basket on the bedside table.

Zhang Boju, who was lying comfortably on the hospital bed, didn't pay any attention to this matter.

For his sake, several old friends not only alarmed Yanjing, but also alarmed Pujiang.

Thinking about the scene last night, I couldn't help but feel so comfortable.

It feels so good to be remembered!

Seeing their collective gazes, Hui Hui quickly smiled and said, You can take whatever you want to eat, don't force me to do it.

Zhang Boju's wife also reacted: Yes, yes, you'd better eat all the fruits. Boju and I are old and afraid of the cold.

…

In 1980, Ellsworth Ellsworth, the “godfather of Chinese antiques”, was still a stranger to China.

In the eyes of some historical experts who have seen the world, this American who claims to be I am a Chinese is not a big deal at all.

On the second day of the new year, Xu Bangda, who was still busy at Gubo, finally finished his work.

When Hui Zhi Hui Zhi was getting ready to get off work, a young figure ran in outside the window: Mr. Xu, that American has entered the Forbidden City. Don't you go and take a look?

Why should I look at him?

Xu Bangda, who is nearly 70 years old, is thin and energetic. At first glance, he is an example of someone who can live to be over 100 years old: My elder brother is sick and I haven't had time to see him!

After speaking, Xu Bangda looked out the window.

It snows every year and remains the same every year.

As soon as the snow falls, Yanjing becomes Peking and the Forbidden City becomes the Forbidden City.

White snow borders the red wall, accompanying Huabang year after year.

The red walls and black tiles wrapped in silver are as beautiful as a dream and not like the human world.

Xu Bangda never gets tired of looking at this scroll of painting.

He stepped into the snowflakes with a look of enjoyment on his face.

At this moment, An Siyuan, who was frozen in place by the Chinese scenery, was immersed in the Forbidden City like a pilgrim.

Let the cold ice and snow slap randomly on your face.

Just at the corner of An Siyuan's eyes, a tear fell unconsciously.

In the distance, a figure wearing a large cotton-padded jacket and cotton-padded trousers walked slowly past under the red wall against the white snow.

They looked at each other,

Then, one continues to walk, and the other continues to express his emotions.

Little did they know that in the next two or three years, they would both travel around China's Pujiang, Xi'an, Zhengzhou, Dunhuang...

Carry out special work to quickly collect and store cultural relics.

In other words, from this moment on, the collection work has already begun.

…

In the senior cadre ward of Peking University Hospital.

Dean Hu and Dean Ma finally had the real and fake dragon chair fight.

Facing the two cross-border people, Zhu Jiazhu said a few more words this time than before.

Even Huang Yongyu was fascinated by this statement.

Actually, I didn't spot the fake dragon chair, but I found the real dragon chair.

As Zhu Jiaxin spoke, he got into a dramatic tone: As for the fake dragon chair, the old people in the Forbidden City knew it was a fake, because it was the bench that Yuan Shikai brought with him when he ascended the throne.

Huh? Ma Yuan is young after all, and is not as calm as Hu Yuan: Isn't there a ready-made dragon chair in the Hall of Supreme Harmony? Why doesn't he sit on it?

Because even he is a fake, Zhu Jiaxin circled with two fingers:

“The greatest place in the world is none other than the royal palace; the greatest royal palace is the imperial palace; and the greatest imperial palace is the Palace of Supreme Harmony.

Ordinary people know about the Jinluan Palace. In fact, this Jinluan Palace is the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

It is located on the central axis of the Forbidden City and is the place where major ceremonies in the Imperial House are held.

For example: the emperor's enthronement ceremony must be held there...

Many people think that the Hall of Supreme Harmony is where civil and military officials go to court, but it is not.

Regardless of other dynasties, the office location of the Forbidden City is not inside the palace, but outside the palace.

The scene of meetings in the Hall of Supreme Harmony only appeared in Ming and Qing palace dramas.

Starting from Emperor Yongle of the Ming Dynasty, the places originally used for discussions were located in the three main halls of the outer dynasties.

Unfortunately, just 100 days after they were opened in the Forbidden City, the three major assembly halls were burned down by a fire.

Therefore, starting from Emperor Yongle, those in the Ming Dynasty went to court at Taihe Gate, and those in the Qing Dynasty went to court at Qianqing Gate.

As soon as you hear the name, you will know that this is a door, not a palace.

To put it more clearly, it means sitting on the platform outside the door for a meeting.

In fact, no matter whether the three outer palaces were burned down or not, the place where the imperial palace held court was outdoors.

Because the emperor is the Son of Heaven, discussions must be conducted in an upright and upright manner, reaching the heaven.

At that time, the Nine-Five Supreme Being will be sitting on it.

All civil and military officials stood below.

No matter it is windy, rainy, or scorching hot or cold, we must maintain this formation.

There is an old saying in the Forbidden City that the dragon chair is not something that ordinary people can afford. If someone who shouldn't sit sits on it, he will be plagued with troubles and have endless troubles, Zhu Jiasu continued:

Of course Yuan Shikai has heard this old saying, but what scares him the most is not this sentence, but the thing called Diaozhu Caojing above the dragon chair in the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Diaozhu caisson? Huang Yongyu asked: What is this?

Zhu Jiaxin said: The workmanship of the hanging bead caisson is very exquisite. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is just a chandelier.

But everyone who knows the basics knows that it has two functions, one is to suppress fire, and the other is,

It is said that there is a five-clawed golden dragon with a pearl in its mouth.

As long as a person who seeks to usurp the throne accidentally touches the mechanism of the dragon throne, the dragon will immediately jump out and destroy the false emperor.

Dean Hu chuckled and shook his head: Does anyone believe this?

Most people will definitely not believe it, but Yuan Shikai has a guilty conscience. After all, as an emperor, he has done something unjust and unjust, Zhu Jiasu said with a smile:

In his opinion, the hanging bead caisson should be a mechanism connected to the dragon chair.

If you don't know the secret, once you touch it, you won't be sure it will be destroyed.

After thinking about it, he felt that it was okay not to sit on the dragon chair.

Isn't it just a dragon chair? You can spend your own money to make another one.

So, the golden dragon chair in the Hall of Supreme Harmony was replaced by a chair that was neither Chinese nor Western, neither fish nor fowl.

When the time came to 1959, the Forbidden City learned that the dragon chair on the Golden Palace was actually a substitute.

I immediately decided to remove the fake ones and restore the real ones.

But most people in the Forbidden City have never seen what a real dragon chair looks like.

At this time, the leader of Gubo called Zhu Jiaxin over and gave him the important task of finding the lost dragon chair.

After receiving the task, Zhu Jiaxin quickly found an old photo from 1900 at home.

With this photo, I searched around in the huge Forbidden City.

Finally, I found this dragon chair among a pile of broken old furniture.

However, due to disrepair and long-term storage, the original golden dragon chair has long since become disfigured.

Therefore, Gubo handed over the task of repairing the Dragon Throne to Zhu Jiaxin.

After that, I summoned several first-class craftsmen, and it took three years to put the dragon chair back where it belonged.

Three years? Hu Yuan knew that every job was not easy, but he didn't expect that it would take three years to build a dragon chair: It's really not easy!

It is said that repairing the old remains as old as before, otherwise it is better to redo it, Zhu Jiaxin said: But many old objects from the past are gone. It took me a long time to just look for the raw materials to repair the dragon chair.

Huang Yongyu knew that it was not easy, but he was even more curious now: After the chair was made, you didn't sit on it?

Three years, what opportunities there are!

I don't dare to sit down, Zhu Jiazhu waved his hand simply: You dare?

Huang Yongyu really thought about it for a while, and then said: I don't dare either!

Everyone in the room laughed.

Amidst the laughter, the door of the ward was knocked.

Then, thin Xu Bangda walked in with his waist straight.

He looked at everyone with a surprised look on his face: You are all here!

Wang Shixiang: Hey, Xu Banchi is here.

Zhu Jiaxin: If you are not on duty at the Forbidden City, why are you here?

Qi Gong: Have you finished sorting out the box of paintings?

Facing the interrogation, Xu Bangda is still me. He just wants to ask: Brother Boju, you gave me a good meal!

At this moment, in the first-class 5-bed high-level ward, the first echelon of our country's cultural relic experts were basically gathered together.

This group of calligraphy and painting cultural relic appraisal experts is by no means comparable to the appraisal experts of later generations.

The calligraphy and painting experts of later generations could neither call nor draw.

But these people in the room are different.

Not only are they good with their eyes, they are also good with their hands.

It’s really the perfect time to start appraising calligraphy and painting.