bestfiction Chapter 149 Art Exhibition
Chapter 149 Art Exhibition
Ying Zheng and others were not comforted.
"Let me lend you my good words."
"I'm so jealous..."
Liu Chan was also very jealous.
Everyone loves their motherland from the bottom of their hearts. Who wouldn't want such people?
Zhou Jia originally just wanted to take them to feel the atmosphere of the National Day, but looking at their expressions, it seemed that they had received a big blow...
Suddenly I felt a little embarrassed.
After dinner, Zhou Jia also told them about his plans for the next few days.
"Today I will take you around for a brief tour, and then we will watch a performance tonight. Tomorrow I will take you to the City That Never Sleeps, and the day after tomorrow we will visit the Shaanxi History Museum. After two days of rest, I will take you to the amusement park, and then we will visit the Qin and Han Dynasty Museum and the Xianyang Palace Ruins."
Anyway, they didn't know what fun 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 for a long time at several traffic lights. It really tested their patience.
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Liu Che looked at the busy traffic on the ground that was not visible in the camera, and sighed: "Too many people may not be 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 tricks, Liu Che would definitely not let them go. On the one hand, they stepped up the training of troops and horses, 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 Huns, but also the Xianbei, Mongols and others had the same idea. Everyone was trying to expand their territory.
These things were also recorded in Miaomiao's background, but Zhou Jia didn't care about it and didn't look at it much. When she took a look on a whim one day, 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 engraved in our bones.
During the journey, they talked about all sorts of things. The poets could quote from classics and turn almost every sentence into poetry. Their erudition was evident from their words, and their manner of conversation and behavior were extremely comfortable.
"Tsk, if I could have your knowledge one day, I would probably be famous." Zhou Jia said yearningly, "During the National Day, please let me become a god with one book!"
Zhuge Liang waved his fan helplessly and chuckled, while Su Shi encouraged her gently, saying, "Keep trying, maybe you can write something that will be passed down."
"Thank you for your good wishes. May I become famous soon!"
Ying Zheng stared at his phone without looking up. "You haven't typed anything in recent days. Your dream is unrealistic."
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A sharp arrow pierced Zhou Jia's heart.
"Thanks for the reminder." She had indeed not written for several days and had only been eating and saving.
"If you want to leave your name behind, you have to pay what you should pay. How can you achieve your goal if you just sit there doing nothing today?" Ying Zheng put down his phone, his expression serious, with 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 hadn't done anything serious for a long time. Her mind was empty...
"arrive."
Li Bai's voice rang out, saving the embarrassed Zhou Jia.
"This tall building of yours really makes my heart beat fast no matter how many times I look at it."
Yinbao's words were agreed by many people.
"Okay, okay, let's go. You all must keep quiet in the library. If you make noise, you will be kicked out. You guys go and study what you want to study, and I'll go to see my art exhibition."
"No rush. Let me go with you to see the art exhibition you mentioned first. There will be enough 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 one by one and began to look for a place to hold the exhibition.
There were posters 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 Tang Dynasty's imperial city, which shocked Li Shimin and the Tang officials and made them sit 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 here. Some people may find their own works or copies in them."
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 that she could explain it to her. "Slender Gold Font, 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 just say a little more."
Yinbao grabbed Zhou Jia's sleeve with some grievance.
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Zhao Kuangyin tried his best to maintain his 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, damn..."
This woman Zhou Jia deserves to die!
"Wanyan Gou was the founding emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty. He was a rubbish emperor, but his literary accomplishments were evident from the many works he left behind. Like Li Yu, the last emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty, he was not suitable for being an emperor but was more suitable for literature and art. If they had specialized in literature and art, their reputations would have been very good."
But God's will is to make them the emperor.
Li Yu imprisoned by Zhao Kuangyin: ...
Visiting an art exhibition can hurt yourself.
"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 pictures of them.
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Fusu stared expressionlessly at the little father in his father's arms, jealousy and envy emanating from his body from the inside out.
I regret it a bit.
He should have been thicker-skinned and asked Zhou Jia to agree to let him go to the afterlife as well.