"Honey, why didn't you go to work today?"

Cui Mengzhu lay on the sofa, and when the cherry was handed to her, she opened her mouth slightly, enjoying the service of Bodhisattva Man leisurely, with a happy face.

"I'm off work."

"?" Cui Mengzhu looked at the sky outside the door with disbelief. Isn't it noon now?

Although there are no clocks in the Tang Dynasty, the two have lived together for more than half a year and have become accustomed to it.

Song Zhen sat down, and another Bodhisattva Man had very good eyesight and helped him undress and take off his red official uniform.

"You are lazy!" Cui Mengzhu said angrily.

"How dare you say that to me? Didn't you go to work today?"

"I'm waiting for the project acceptance. The teacher gave me a month off."

"......" Song Zhen was speechless.

Damn, it's good to be an artist, unlike me, running around all day.

"I am a small leader after all. I can go home after clocking in. No one knows and no one will say anything to me."

"Hmph! You are lazy, but you still find so many excuses." Cui Mengzhu turned her head away. Song Zhen's appearance reminded her of a project manager in her previous life.

Song Zhen laughed and said, "I don't go to the office because I don't want to put pressure on my subordinates. By the way, I create a sense of mystery that I am so busy that I don't even have time to go to the office."

"Okay, don't pretend, let's eat."

The Bodhisattva understood and brought a few dishes from the kitchen.

Song Zhen's food is different from others. It is heavier in taste, and Cui Mengzhu can't get used to it.

After eating, he took out the tea set and made himself a cup of wolfberry.

He heard from experts that middle-aged men should pay attention to health preservation.

Cui Mengzhu smiled after seeing it: "You are a jerk, you are only 23 years old and you are already drinking wolfberry, right?"

Song Zhen took a sip of wolfberry water and said lightly: "Please call me handsome."

"Okay, jerk."

"......"

Song Zhen sighed and said in a deep tone: "You don't understand, I am preparing for a rainy day."

"What do you mean by preparing for a rainy day? Nonsense!" Cui Mengzhu spat, her pretty face slightly red, and said as if she was very thirsty.

However, she has not yet broken her virginity in this life, and I don't know what will happen in the future.

Song Zhen walked over and pulled her up: "Okay, dear, didn't you say you were going to paint a "Riverside Scene of Luoyang in the Tang Dynasty"? After shouting slogans for a few months, have you started to paint?"

"Not yet." Cui Mengzhu shrank her neck and said weakly.

"Let's go out and sketch." Song Zhen shouted into the house, "Miss Xiaohe, let's go!"

Tang Shuyu had been assigned to Yan Zhaoping by Song Zhen to teach, under the pretext that they were all family members, and the senior sister should support the junior sister.

As for Tang Hehua, Song Zhen had not figured out how to arrange her for a while, so he had to keep her at home.

She was different from Tang Shuyu. This girl couldn't stand hardship. Although she was a talented player, she couldn't do anything if she didn't study hard.

As for Wu Da, he took the 100 taels of gold given to him by Song Zhen and went out to recruit talents.

Song Zhen planned to establish a dark web organization to collect intelligence for himself, and to raise some martial arts geniuses to help him do some not-so-bright things with Wu Da.

As for Di Renjie...

He had left Luoyang and headed for Jiangnan West Road.

Accompanying him was a 300-man Qianniu Guard led by Yuchi Junjun, who was selected by Li Zhi. All of them were elite warriors.

Song Zhen was not worried about Di Renjie's safety, even if he was not there.

Three months had passed since the promulgation of the copyright tax, and the income was a bit bleak. The entire Tang Dynasty added up, but Song Zhen alone did not pay as much.

Maybe the people are still waiting and watching, or maybe they are not aware of it yet.

Disputes about copyright happen from time to time.

Song Zhen is responsible for legislation, he does not care about the trial, how to deal with it, your local government should strictly follow what I wrote.

Di Renjie chose to let the bullets fly for a while.

He went to the south first to deal with those nobles who had direct interest contacts with the Wen and Yu families.

As for the five surnames and seven families rooted in the Eastern Capital and Chang'an, there is no rush.

......

Cui Mengzhu also called her parents to go outing together.

"Sister, I want to go too."

"What are you going to do?"

"Go play." Cui Mengting blinked her cute big eyes.

"I can't do anything about you."

Cui Mengzhu had no choice but to hold her sister's hand.

With two beautiful Bodhisattvas, the family happily came to the tallest building in Luoyang.

The top of the Yongning Temple Tower in the suburbs.

The tower in Yongning Temple is made entirely of wood and is 136.71 meters high.

In ancient times, it was unimaginable for modern people to build a 100-meter-high pagoda.

Even more incredible is yet to come.

During the reign of Wu Zetian,Two skyscrapers were built in Luoyang, the capital of the gods, called Mingtang and Tiantang.

Mingtang is 91.43 meters high and is divided into three floors. The lower floor is for government affairs, the middle floor is for sacrifices, and the upper floor is a dome pavilion.

The modern restored Mingtang is only 33 meters high, only one-third of the height of the Tang Dynasty.

As for "Tiantang"...

"Zizhi Tongjian" records: "(Wu Zetian) built Tiantang with five levels in the north of Mingtang to store the big statue. When it reaches the third level, it overlooks Mingtang."

So, how high is "Tiantang"? It may scare you to tell it.

"Tiantang" is soaring into the clouds and majestic. It is the tallest building in the ancient history of the world.

According to "Chaoye Qianzai·Volume 5" written by Zhang Ju, "In the first year of Zhou Zhengsheng, Xue Shiming Huaiyi built Gongdetang, one thousand feet north of Mingtang."

So, how many meters is one thousand feet?

If calculated according to the shortest Tang ruler of 29.4cm, then the height of heaven is about 294 meters.

If calculated according to the special value of one Tang ruler = 31.209cm, the height of heaven is 1000x0.31209≈312.09 meters.

This is a 312-meter-high building, 100 meters higher than the pyramid.

Even in modern times, it is a rare existence.

Can you believe that this was made by the ancients?

This is built one by one with wood, not with stones like the pyramids.

Therefore, the tall statue of the empress in "The Empire of Heaven" is not an exaggerated artistic expression. In theory, it is in line with historical facts, and it is even conservatively filmed.

Song Zhen helped Cui Mengzhu move a long table and spread out the drawing paper.

There are generally two types of drawing paper in the Tang Dynasty. One is hemp paper, which is a strong paper made mostly of jute, cloth scraps, and broken shoes.

The other is parchment paper, which has a smoother surface than hemp paper, as if it has been polished, with few fiber bundles, but with paper whiskers.

Song Zhen is rich, so he naturally prepared the best parchment paper for his wife.

Cui Qiuhua and his wife, standing by, looked at the couple with a gratified smile.

Cui Qiuhua couldn't help but sigh, "They have a good relationship."

"Indeed, you have never smoothed the paper and ground the ink for me." Zheng Anrong rolled his eyes at him with some resentment.

Cui Qiuhua coughed twice: "That's different."

"What's the difference?"

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