Chapter 479

"Song Xiangyu is the son of Duke Fu and the youngest tanhualang in the history of the big moon Dynasty. He had the brightest future, but his life changed quietly on the day of his high school tanhualang."

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

In Zhao Zhen's mind, scenes flashed. On the busy street, men rode tall horses. In the welcome of the people, their young and handsome faces were in high spirits.

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

"According to the emperor's edict, the young tanhualang was married to Princess Hualian. The golden branches and jade leaves and the current tanhualang were a natural match, but for the Song family, it was like a disaster."

Everyone understood. After all, Professor Li said earlier that Princess Hualian was arrogant, domineering and vicious. Although she was a princess of a country, song Xiangyu was not bad. No one was happy to be married by the emperor.

Feudal autocracy is really a cancer. Now marriage is independent, there will be no such tragedy again.

"However, the emperor's order was hard to disobey. For the sake of his parents' family, he had no choice but to accept the marriage. From then on, the reputation of Princess Hualian in the folk was even worse..."

Zhao Zhen murmured, "just the day before they 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 be filial to her father for three years, and the marriage was delayed until three years later..."

Ye Jian looked at Zhao Zhen in surprise, because what Li Chengze said next was quite different from Zhao Zhen.

Three years is enough to change a lot.

Emperor Wu's tyranny, cruelty and inhumanity, obscenity and immorality, and his delay in political affairs led to eunuchs in power, and loyal officials were humiliated, so that the people's hearts were scattered, the vassal kings rebelled, and the rivers and mountains of the moon Dynasty were in danger.

While Princess Hualian was in her filial piety, there was a scandal of keeping her face. The popular support of the riots finally broke out in the bottom line of being broken down again and again.

Duke Fu led the troops to personally suppress the mob and guarded the swaying rivers and mountains for Emperor Wu.

However, his move aroused the resentment of eunuchs, and united with treacherous officials to trap Fu Guogong. His military power made it difficult for Emperor Wu to rest, so he half pushed and half chose to remove Fu Guogong. Finally, Fu Guogong ended up depressed in prison.

As the future Princess Hualian's son-in-law, song Xiangyu was spared his life by Emperor Wu. However, this was only the beginning of a nightmare. He was caught in the dungeon of Yunmeng villa, endured rounds of torture and torture, and suffered inhuman pain in the dark.

Once the favored son of heaven, he became a prisoner.

His disappointment in people's hearts and the world extinguished the light in his eyes.

That day, there was a beam of light in the silent dungeon.

She was wearing colorful clothes and stepping on lotus flowers, just as when she first met him, the amazement in his eyes was like a flood of water.

The misunderstanding and abuse of the world did not affect her. She was always so holy, gentle, dignified and noble.

He boasted of being wise all his life, but he didn't know how to listen to others and believe them. He was stupid.

"Son of God, I'm sorry that I reduced you to this place."

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

She shook her head and smiled. "I never care what the world thinks of me. It doesn't matter whether it's a vicious and domineering Princess Hualian or another Princess Hualian. This country has rotted. It's rotten from the root. Only you can save them."

She took off the pendant in her neck and put it in the palm of his hand. The coldness of that moment made his heart tremble.

"Shizi, take care. You must live."

She got up and left.

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

The woman sighed gently, with helplessness and relief.

"From place to place."

"If this is the mission of my birth, then I choose to accept it."

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

She stood in the light, and her plain dress seemed to be covered with a faint golden light.

As if aware of something, he shouted, "no..."

The woman left without looking back.

One night in 737, Emperor Wu's bedroom was flooded. When the guards were fighting the fire, the north wind took advantage of the situation. The fire became bigger and bigger, and the whole Taihe hall was reduced to ruins.

A palace maid saw a phoenix rising from the fire and disappearing between heaven and earth.

Miraculously, in the subsequent interrogation, the maid on duty said that only princess Hualian had entered the Taihe palace before walking through the water. However, after a night of fire and cleaning up the ruins, she did not find the body of Princess Hualian. She disappeared like this, and there was no trace after that.

After the death of Emperor Wu, local vassal kings started to make trouble, and the world fell into 30 years of chaos. Emperor Wu and Princess Hualian, who were set on the pillar of shame, didn't care about their bodies. Only their evil deeds were written in special books and widely spread, which became the "trend" of the world

As for how song Xiangyu died in the dungeon and became a three hundred year immortal corpse, this may become an eternal secret.

The audience was silent.

I don't know who said a word on the bullet screen - the experience of Princess Hualian is very similar to that of Spiegel. They are misunderstood by the public, but they never explain it.

——Don't insult Princess Hualian. She's a real gold branch and jade leaf. What's that mirror? Even if it's clarified that she didn't kill, she's also the daughter of a murderer. I don't know why everyone flatters her.

——The one in front should hold the smelly feet of ancient people and roll away. Don't disgust people here. They are three hundred years apart and have no comparability.

——Please have a bottom line when you step on the sunspot. If you are a dead man, don't pull it out as a tool. I'm not afraid of people knocking on your door in the middle of the night.

——I love Princess Hualian and song Xiangyu. The screenwriter will come out soon. I want to watch a changed TV play. The ending must be two he and have a bunch of beautiful babies.

——Don't tear up the ancient dramas. You can only make up eight points. Don't insult the ancient dramas. Don't give them one point.

——It depends. Do @ writers see the voice of the audience? Crowdfunding screenwriter is also OK. I want to watch TV dramas. The female is mainly Luo Ziyin. Only her beauty is worthy of Princess Hualian.

——Goodbye. Don't tarnish the princess with a cosmetic face. I don't think any actress in the entertainment industry is worthy of Princess Hualian.

——That is, those cosmetic faces don't come out to pollute everyone's eyes. If you practice for another 100 years, you don't deserve to mention shoes to the princess.

——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? That's strange.

——Emo... You found Huadian. I'm not questioning Professor Li, but I think the logic is a little illogical, unless... It was inspired by Emperor Wen

——Mom, goose bumps are getting up. Those who can be emperor really can't use normal people's thinking.

——The history students of Peking University put in a remark. The elder Murong wrote an essay of this month's Dynasty. The analysis of the Emperor Wen is very interesting and the evaluation of Princess Hualian is also very high. Unfortunately, little attention has been paid to this history.

——Elder Murong? Is that the one I think? Mom, this is my idol. It's really a dream.

——Secretly, elder Murong, but the descendant of the imperial family of the moon Dynasty, her view is still very representative.

Mrs. Shen secretly wiped her tears: "it's very touching. Such a romantic story must be wonderful to make into a TV play."

She announced that from today on, she is purgatory CP.

Qu Feitai frowned and suddenly felt out of breath.

Spiegel noticed his abnormality and asked softly, "are you okay?"

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

He turned his head and smiled at the mirror. His teeth were white and bright.

The mirror looked at his face carefully, and his eyes gradually deepened.

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

Mingjing shook his head gently: "it's over soon. Bear it again."

"After listening to this story, everyone must be very curious about the tragic tanhualang. After the experts' efforts for several days and nights, they finally successfully completed the face restoration technology. Today, in front of all the audience, we will open the face restoration on site to witness the style of the youngest tanhualang in the lunar Dynasty three hundred years ago."

Hearing this, everyone rubbed their hands and looked forward to it.

Those mysterious history and figures can always remind you of the softest place in your heart.

What's more, in Li Chengze's description, the tanhualang gave people endless reverie.

On the projection screen behind, data models appear and are read bit by bit. This waiting process is full of novelty and excitement for everyone, just like a husband waiting for his wife to have children outside the delivery room.

After reading, start scanning.

All the audience are looking forward to this scene.

Outside the gate of the police station, after the person who took the lead in making trouble was caught, the rest of the people did not disperse, but gathered together by themselves and watched the live broadcast with interest.

Su Wen glanced: "what's good about a dead man? It's not two eyes, one nose and one mouth."

Thin lotus leaf stared at the TV screen and squeezed her fist.

Entering the final countdown, the audience spontaneously read along.

"Three, two, one..."

As the scanning waves receded, a face leaped into sight.

The sword eyebrows and stars, the tall and straight bridge of the nose, the thin and moderate lips, and the thin cheeks do not lose the sharp outline.

Although it is a model accurately calculated by data, and the bone appearance is slightly stiff, it is not difficult to see that this is a beautiful man.

His eyes are like the deep sea, hiding some melancholy.

Like a bottomless vortex, it easily attracts people's mind and spirit, and completely sinks.

Just when everyone marveled at the man's beauty, they quietly found something wrong.

——Mom, isn't this a song flying platform that sets off bangs? Isn't that too similar?

——Er... Is it a joke made by the staff? We all know that the director of qufei is handsome, but this joke can't be opened. This is disrespect for the ancients and qufei.

——Although they look very much like Qu Feitai, I feel they are still different. Qu Feitai's eyes are not so melancholy.

——Can you figure out the order? It's Qu Fei. He looks like him.

——According to the grapevine, qufeitai seems to be on the scene. I don't know how he feels when he sees this scene.

——Xiaofei is so miserable that there is no reckless disaster.

——Maybe reincarnation? Mom, I can't. I have to go to the temple to worship. The more I say, the more frightening it is.

I don't know how shocked the audience is, but on the Internet, it's completely fried.

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

Even Qu Feitai himself was stunned.

Liu muxue looked at the curved flying platform curiously and hooked her lips: "hit her face."

Liu Jingyun, who had been silent all the time, folded his hands and silently recited the Buddha's name.

Huaiqing was surprised and said, "isn't this the third Shao of the Qu family? Those experts won't make such low-level mistakes, but it's too similar."

Jirouen dropped the half peeled orange on the carpet.

Gululu, the orange rolled to a person's feet and hit the leather shoes.

The man bent down and picked up the orange.

Huaiqing quickly said, "Sir, you're back." He went to pick up his briefcase and the suit coat in his arms.

Bo Yujian subconsciously looked at 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 the master on TV today. Is the big data algorithm advanced enough to calculate the bottom of his heart?

With more attention, he asked, "what program did he participate in?"

Ji Rouen joked: "what program? This is the press conference of the Cultural Relics Bureau. A 300 year old corpse was found in a villa in Jiangzhou. Here, this is the face of the corpse just recovered. If I say this song is unlucky, it looks like a dead man. It's very unlucky."

It was so cold that jirouen felt chilly in his neck.

As soon as she turned her head, she just saw the old lady looking over. Her eyes without focus made her heart hair. Ji Rouen quickly looked away and her heart beat wildly.

The thin jade slips frowned and scolded, "what nonsense?"

Ji Rouen secretly rolled her eyes and looked at the seed hanging on the wall: "it's almost eight o'clock. Why hasn't the leaf come back? No, I have to call her." He got up and hurried away.

Thin jade Jane became interested, sat on the sofa and looked at the TV seriously.

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

Bo Yujian looked at the old lady. The old lady in the wheelchair was dressed neatly and her hair was combed meticulously. Although there were a few strands of silver, it did not affect the old lady's dignified and noble temperament. Sitting there, she had a momentum of not being angry and self threatening.

His adoptive mother is a serious descendant of the imperial family of the moon Dynasty.

Old lady Bo gave a faint hum and said, "Huai Qing, I'm tired. Send me back to my room."

At the same time, Jingzhou daxiangguo temple, Houshan.

A heavy sigh came from a claustrophobic meditation room.