The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 479 Frying Pan

"Song Xiangyu is the son of Duke Fu and the youngest Tanhua Lang in the history of the Great Moon Dynasty. He originally had the brightest future, but his life quietly changed on the day he was Tanhua in high school."

Everyone listened attentively, and no one doubted the authenticity of Li Chengze's words. History is an obscure and uninteresting text in the vast history books. Now it has become a simple and popular text, so that everyone can understand it and yearn for it. Curiosity , This is the charm of archaeology.

In Zhao Zhen's mind, scenes flashed through, a man riding a tall horse on the busy street, surrounded by the common people, his young and handsome face was full of vigor and vigor.

The picture in her mind was too real, as if she had experienced it herself.

"The emperor's decree arrived that the young Tanhualang was bestowed with marriage to Princess Hualian, with golden branches and jade leaves, and Tanghua in the current dynasty. It was a match made in heaven, but for the Song family, it was like a disaster."

Everyone expressed their understanding. After all, Professor Li said before that this princess Hualian is arrogant and domineering, and her viciousness is outrageous. not happy.

Feudal autocracy is really a cancer, and now that marriage is independent, such tragedies will never happen again.

"However, the emperor's order was hard to disobey. For the sake of his parents and family, he reluctantly accepted the marriage gift. From then on, the reputation of Princess Hualian among the people is even worse..."

Zhao Zhen murmured: "On the day before the two got married, Emperor Wen died suddenly, and the marriage was put on hold. The next day, Emperor Wu ascended the throne. According to the ancestral system of the Moon Dynasty, Princess Hualian had to keep filial piety for her father for three years, and the marriage was delayed until three years later." Years later..."

Ye Jian looked at Zhao Zhen in surprise, because what Li Chengze said next was very similar to Zhao Zhen.

Three years is enough to change a lot.

Emperor Wu's tyranny, cruelty, lewdness and immorality, indulged in political affairs, attracted eunuchs to be in power, loyal officials were humiliated, and the people's hearts were scattered.

During Princess Hualian's filial piety, there was even a scandal about raising a face head, and the rioting public sentiment finally broke out in the bottom line of being penetrated again and again.

Fu Guogong led troops to suppress the mob in person, and defended the precarious country for Emperor Wu.

However, his actions aroused the envy of the eunuchs, and he joined forces with treacherous ministers to frame Fu Guogong. His military power made it difficult for Emperor Wu to rest, so he half-heartedly chose to remove Fu Guogong, and finally Fu Guogong died in prison.

As the future consort of Princess Hualian, Song Xiangyu was spared by Emperor Wu, but this was only the beginning of a nightmare. He was caught in the dungeon of Yunmeng Villa and endured rounds of torture and torture. In the darkness where no daylight is seen, he suffers inhuman pain.

The once proud son of heaven has become a prisoner.

Disappointed with people's hearts and morals, extinguished the light in his eyes.

That day, in the silent dungeon, a ray of light ushered in.

She was dressed in colorful clothes and stepped on lotus flowers, just like when he first saw her, the amazement in his eyes overflowed like a tide.

The world's misunderstanding and abuse did not affect her at all, she was always so holy, gentle, dignified and noble.

He claimed to be smart all his life, but he didn't know that he was too stupid.

"My son, I'm sorry, it's because of me that I brought you down to this point."

"What does it have to do with you? Isn't the world's misunderstanding of you deep enough?"

She shook her head and chuckled, "I don't care what the world thinks of me. It doesn't matter whether it's the vicious and domineering Princess Hualian, or another Princess Hualian. This country is already rotten, rotten from the root, and only you can save it." them."

She took off the pendant around her neck and placed it in his palm. The instant coldness made his heart tremble suddenly.

"My son, take care, you must live."

She gets up to leave.

He hurriedly called to her: "what are you going to do?"

The woman sighed softly, with helplessness and relief.

"From where to where, to where to go."

"If this is what I was born to do, then I choose to accept it."

A ray of sunlight came in from the narrow skylight and fell into the woman's eyes.

Standing in the light, her long plain dress seemed to be covered with a faint golden light.

As if realizing something, he yelled: "No..."

The woman left without looking back.

In 737, one night, the palace of Emperor Wu was flooded. When the guards were fighting the fire, a northerly wind blew up, and the fire became bigger and bigger, and the entire Hall of Supreme Harmony was reduced to ruins.

A palace maid saw a phoenix rising from the fire into the sky and disappearing into the sky.

Miraculously, during the subsequent interrogation, the maid on duty revealed that only Princess Hualian had entered the Taihe Palace before leaving the water. , she just disappeared, and there has been no trace since then.

After the death of Emperor Wu, the vassal kings from all over the country rebelled, and the world fell into chaos for thirty years. No one cared about the dead bodies of Emperor Wu and Princess Hualian who were placed on the pillar of shame. Only their evil deeds were specially written. , spread widely and became the "trend" of the world.

As for how Song Xiangyu died in the dungeon and became a mummy that has not rotted for three hundred years, this may become an eternal secret.

The audience was silent.

I don’t know who said a word on the barrage—the experience of Princess Hualian is very similar to that of Ding Jing. They were all misunderstood by the public, but they never explained a word.

——Don't insult Princess Hualian, she is a real golden branch and jade leaf. What is that bright mirror?

——The ones in front should get rid of the stinky feet of the ancients, don't be disgusting here, the difference between the two is three hundred years, there is no comparison.

——Heizi pulls the bottom line, please don't pull out a dead person as a tool, I'm really not afraid of people knocking on your door in the middle of the night.

——I feel sorry for Princess Hualian, I feel sorry for Song Xiangyu, the screenwriter will come out soon, I want to watch a changed TV series, the ending must be that the two of them have sex and have a bunch of beautiful babies.

——Forget it, those bloody screenwriters can only make up an eight o'clock drama for you, which doesn't have any technical content, so don't insult the ancients.

——It depends on @screenwriter Have you seen the voice of the audience? Crowdfunding is also fine, I want to watch TV dramas, the heroine is Luo Ziyin, only her beauty is worthy of Princess Hualian.

——Come on, don't tarnish the princess with a plastic face, I don't think there is an actress in the entertainment industry who is worthy of Princess Hualian.

—— That is, those plastic faces should not come out to pollute everyone's eyes, and they will not be worthy of carrying shoes for a princess after practicing for a hundred years.

——Professor Li gave very little information, everyone only knew that the princess was misunderstood, but why did the public misunderstand? Isn't she very favored by Emperor Wen? Why didn't Emperor Wen clarify for her? it's wired.

——emo...you discovered Huadian, I'm not questioning Professor Li, I just think the logic is a bit illogical, unless...it was ordered by Emperor Wen...

——Oh my god, goosebumps are starting to rise, those who can be emperor really can't use the thinking of normal people.

——Students from the History Department of Peking University interjected. Senior Murong wrote an essay on the Moon Dynasty. The analysis of Emperor Wen in it was very interesting, and the evaluation of Princess Hualian was also very high. It's a pity that no one pays attention to this period of history.

——Senior Murong? Is it the one I thought? Oh my god, this is my idol, it's really a fantasy collaboration.

——Secretly, Senior Murong is a descendant of the Yue Dynasty royal family, her views are still very representative.

Mrs. Shen secretly wiped away her tears: "It's very touching, such a romantic story, it must be wonderful to make into a TV series."

She announced that starting today, she will be the CP of Purgatory.

Qu Feitai frowned, suddenly feeling out of breath.

Ming Jing noticed his abnormality and asked softly, "Are you alright?"

Qu Feitai shook his head: "Maybe it's too boring, I'm fine."

He turned his head and smiled at Ming Jing, his teeth were white and bright.

Ming Jing looked at his face carefully, his gaze gradually deepened.

Qu Feitai touched his face: "Is my face dirty?"

Ming Jing shook his head lightly: "It will be over soon, just bear with it."

"After listening to this story, everyone must be very curious about this tragic Tanhualang. After several days and nights of hard work by experts, we finally successfully completed the face restoration technology. Today, in front of all audiences, we will The restoration of the face will be released on the spot, and we will witness the demeanor of the youngest Tanhualang of the Great Moon Dynasty three hundred years ago."

Everyone heard this and rubbed their hands in anticipation.

Those mysterious histories and characters will always evoke the softest part of everyone's heart.

What's more, in Li Chengze's description, this Tanhualang gave everyone endless reverie.

On the projection screen behind, a data model appeared and read bit by bit. This waiting process was full of novelty and excitement for everyone, like a husband waiting for his wife to give birth outside the delivery room.

After reading is complete, start scanning.

All the audience are looking forward to this scene.

Outside the gate of the police station, after the leader of the disturbance was arrested, the rest of the crowd did not disperse, but gathered together on their own, watching the live broadcast with relish.

Su Wen curled her lips: "What's so good about a dead person? It's not just two eyes, a nose and a mouth."

Bo Lianye fixed her eyes on the TV screen and secretly clenched her fists.

Entering the final countdown, the audience spontaneously read along.

"Three, two, one...."

As the scanning waves receded, a face suddenly came into view.

Sword eyebrows and star eyes, straight nose bridge, moderately thick lips, thin cheeks, but sharp outline.

Although it is a model that has been accurately calculated by data, and the bones are a little stiff, it is not difficult to see that this is a handsome man.

His eyes were like the deep sea, hiding a bit of melancholy.

Like a bottomless vortex, it easily attracts people's minds into it, and sinks them completely.

Just when everyone was amazed at the handsomeness of the man, they quietly discovered something was wrong.

——Oh my god, isn't this the Qu Feitai with bangs? This is too similar, right?

—Uh...was the staff playing a joke on us? Everyone knows that Director Qu Fei is handsome, but this kind of joke is not allowed. This is disrespect to the ancients, and it is also a disrespect to Qu Feitai.

——Although they look very similar to Qu Feitai, I feel that there is still a difference between the two. Qu Feitai's eyes are not so melancholy.

——Can you figure out the sequence? Director Qu Fei looks like him.

—— According to the gossip, Qu Feitai seemed to be at the scene. I don’t know how he felt when he saw this scene.

——Xiao Fei is so miserable, there is no reason for the disaster.

—Maybe reincarnation? Damn, I can't, I have to go to the temple to worship, the more I say it, the more creepy I am.

I don't know how shocked the audience was, but on the Internet, it was completely blown up.

Li Chengze looked at the face on the screen behind him and subconsciously froze.

Even Qu Feitai himself was taken aback for a moment.

Liu Muxue looked at Qu Feitai curiously, and pursed her lips: "I hit my face."

Liu Jingyun, who had been silent all this time, clasped his hands together and silently recited the Buddha's mantra.

Huai Qing was surprised and said: "Isn't this the third young master of the Qu family? Those experts would not make such low-level mistakes, but this is too similar."

The half-peeled orange in Ji Rouen's hand fell on the carpet.

Gululu, the orange rolled under a person's feet and hit the leather shoe.

The man bent down and picked up the orange.

Huaiqing hurriedly said: "Sir, you are back." He walked over to take his briefcase and suit jacket in his arms.

Bo Yujian subconsciously looked at the TV and was stunned for a moment.

"Isn't this... the young master of the Qu family?"

He just got up his mind yesterday, and saw this master on TV today. Has the current big data algorithm advanced enough to figure out what is in his heart?

After getting more attention, he asked, "What program did he participate in?"

Ji Rouen laughed and said: "What program, this is the press conference of the Bureau of Cultural Relics. A three-hundred-year-old corpse was found in a villa in Jiangzhou. Here, this is the appearance of the corpse that was just restored. If you want me to say that this young master It's unlucky, it looks like a dead person, it's very unlucky."

Suddenly, Ji Rouen felt a chill in her neck.

Turning her head, she happened to see the old lady looking over, her out-of-focus eyes made her heart shudder, Ji Rouen quickly looked away, her heart beating wildly.

Bo Yujian frowned and reprimanded, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Ji Rouen secretly rolled her eyes, and glanced at the hanging seeds on the wall: "It's almost eight o'clock, why hasn't Ye Zi come back, no, I have to call her." Then she got up and left in a hurry.

Bo Yujian became interested, sat on the sofa, and watched the TV seriously.

"Three hundred years ago, wasn't that the period of Emperor Wen of the Yue Dynasty? I remember my mother wrote an essay about the Yue Dynasty."

Bo Yujian glanced at the old lady Bo, the old lady sitting in the wheelchair was neatly dressed and her hair was combed meticulously. Although there were a few strands of silver and white, it did not affect the dignified and noble temperament of the old lady at all. Sitting there, she was not angry. Self-prestige.

His adoptive mother is a descendant of the royal family of the Moon Dynasty.

Mrs. Bo hummed lightly, and ordered: "Huaiqing, I'm tired, take me back to my room."

At the same time, Jingzhou Daxiangguo Temple, Houshan.

In a claustrophobic meditation room, a heavy sigh came out.