Collecting China: I live broadcast history and talk about ancient and modern times

Xiao Xian didn't know anything about Dong Changping from the Kyoto Institute of Historical Research wanting to see him, as well as the vane of cooperation with Yangtai.

The second-in-command Su Yunhang didn't tell him tonight that the dialogue with history is a performance that travels through space on the basis of reality.

He could guess that Xiao Xian must be very tired now, and he was in a state of extreme excitement for an hour.

This is still a live broadcast, there is no such thing as an intermission at all, Su Yunhang is afraid that this kid will not be able to hold on during Xiao Xian's live broadcast.

But Xiao Xian is acting, no one knows that he is really talking to history.

In another space, he is facing a real emperor, and the pressure and challenges he faces are much heavier than acting.

It's been an hour since I got home.

Without even looking at his mobile phone, Xiao Xian fell asleep, and in his sleep, he saw Emperor Kangxi waving a banner flying in the wind, and dreamed back to Daqin and the First Emperor to raise a glass and change the lamp!

He wandered in the long river of history, and under his feet were the fonts of various eras.

They seemed to have their own thoughts, flying up and down in Xiao Xian's hands, and there were crisp and pleasant laughter echoing.

In the long history of writing, these little guys who record civilization are playing happily.

Xiao Xian continued to walk, the ancient river was sparkling, and the book was full of meaning.

The sound of the countdown of time, a melodious reminder in his ears, was telling a great historical event that was ancient and vicissitudes.

A light spreads from under his feet, the color of the times.

Finally, at the end of there, there was a pitch-black figure, with his back to Xiao Xian, holding a cane, and it seemed that there was a piece of blood-colored gauze wrapped around his head.

The figure turned slowly, soaked in bright red blood, and it couldn't be seen clearly.

The plane's shimmering gold and black lines obscured his broken body.

The chest of the pale yellow military uniform on his body was embroidered with a unique badge representing the glory of the legion, but his body was already full of holes, and drops of blood flowed out of it.

A blood-colored puddle of water gradually formed at his feet.

Bang!

A gunshot suddenly rang out, and the overwhelming sound of artillery fire hit Xiao Xian's eardrums.

There was a sharp grinding sound in the space that pierced the entire void, and a cannonball spread its hideous face and shot at him in an instant.

Suddenly, Xiao Xian opened his eyes.

He was panting violently, sweating profusely across his forehead.

A dream!The

strong sunlight embraced the whole room, and the blinding luster made him unnaturally raise his hand to block it.

The sunlight danced happily through the gaps in his fingertips, caressing the skin on his fingers.

Finally overlaid over his eyes, an unintelligible dance danced in the center of his pupils.

Just like the two rays of light he saw in his dream, a familiar and complex emotion exploded in his heart.

The figure re-entered Xiao Xian's thoughts at this time, it was so profound, familiar and strange.

Who is he?

The mobile phone rang suddenly, interrupting Xiao Xian's wonderful realm.

He picked up the phone and saw that it was 10:36 a.m.

He

shook his head and glanced at the caller ID, it was Su Yunhang.

"Hey, boss

!" "How's the rest? Come to the company now!" Su

Yunhang and they worked an extra night, and when they saw that Xiao Xian didn't come in the morning, they knew that this kid must be too tired.

No one bothered him.

But now he had to make this call.

"Okay, no problem!"

Xiao Xian hung up the phone, cleaned up and went out immediately.

Over there, Su Yunhang put down the phone, looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, and said with a smile: "Team Leader Shen, your School of History is too anxious, right?"

In the huge conference room, in addition to Su Yunhang, Wu Xuan, Zhang Mingyu and other Tianhua backbones, there was also a stranger sitting.

Kyoto Institute of Historical Research, Shen Changming.

After watching the live broadcast last night, Mr. Dong Changping held an emergency meeting that night.

The old man's family is not cold, and they are ambitious, and they quarreled all night with another historical world, Taishan Beidou!