"Lin Daiyu came to modern times in a dream and obtained the super-time historian Chu Zhen...
Lin Ruhuan immediately ordered people to look for...the leprous monk was found in the ruined temple outside the city...
Daiyu is visiting her grandmother in her mother Jia Mi... "
The person who kept repeating this passage was none other than Lin Daiyu.
After receiving the confirmation from Immortal Official Chu Zhen, she kept looking down at the words in the History of Time and Space, reading them word by word, and remembering them firmly!
Li Qingzhao smiled happily on the side, but did not speak and did not bother this sister Lin from Dashun Dynasty.
Lin Daiyu firmly remembered all these words that appeared in the history books written by the historian Chu Zhen in her heart.
Chu Zhen only had one thought in his mind:
Lovely pinch.
cough.
Sister Lin is indeed very cute. When she read this passage, she would not change her name to "I", but would subconsciously avoid her parents' names and pronounce Lin Ruhai as Lin Ruhuan and Jia Min as Jia Mi.
"You don't need to remember so much."
Chu Zhen picked up the pen and deleted a large section of the modern medicine content in the previous paragraph, leaving only the content of searching for the leprechaun.
A long while.
Lin Daiyu finally calmed down, took three steps back, lowered her delicate body, and knelt down solemnly:
"The Immortal Official has been so kind, but Daiyu has nothing to repay."
She rarely calls herself Daiyu.
"I told you I'm not some immortal official ghost uncle."
Chu Zhen said helplessly, stood up, motioned to Li Qingzhao to help lift Sister Lin up, and said to her: "Go back first and try to find the leprous monk to cure your mother."
If Jia Min were alive, there would be no such thing as Lin Daiyu relying on others.
Chu Zhen was very fond of Sister Lin in the book, and naturally felt a little pity for Lin Daiyu in front of him, and was willing to lend a helping hand to her.
"Thank you, Immortal Official!"
Lin Daiyu knelt down again before standing up.
When Chu Zhen saw this, he said: "You don't need to call me Immortal Official, and you don't need to thank me. If you really want to repay me, just come to my place as a guest in the future and tell me everything you know about the Dashun Dynasty."
Pretending to be an immortal official, pretending to be a ghost uncle, and showing off in front of ancient girls are not in line with his character.
"My name is Immortal Official...Uncle Chu."
Lin Daiyu responded, her flushed face looking much calmer.
After hearing this, Li Qingzhao couldn't help but ask: "Chu Langjun, can the history of the Song Dynasty not be divided into the Northern and Southern Song Dynasties? The Nu family is also willing to tell Lang Jun all the affairs in the court and the market."
She looked over expectantly.
Chu Zhen had no choice but to say, "You made no distinction between the Northern and Southern Song Dynasty, but you have already made Song Huizong, that is, Zhao Ji, this timid guy and the ministers of the Song Dynasty become tough. It is too difficult! You know , during the two Song dynasties and three hundred years there was not a section of the Great Wall!”
By rewriting Jia Min's fate, Chu Zhen gained some understanding of the ability of this time and space notebook.
It does change history.
But the greater the history of change, the more points are needed.
For example, if Chu Zhen saved Jia Min, Lin Daiyu would not have gone to Rongguo Mansion. Lin Ruhai would not have lost his wife and daughter, so she might not have died of illness while in office. Many people in Rongguo Mansion would not have had much interaction with her. All kinds of influences Too big.
Therefore, to make up for it, Jia Min took Lin Daiyu back to Menrongguo Mansion to reduce the impact of the change in fate. After spending 100 points, the History of Time and Space was willing to give a hint and rescue Jia Min.
The solution given was also a roundabout way, asking Lin Ruhai to find the leper in person instead of directly curing Jia Min.
Same reason.
In order to achieve the goal of rewriting the national destiny of the Song Dynasty so that the Song Dynasty would no longer be divided into the Northern and Southern Song Dynasties as Li Qingzhao said, Chu Zhen would most likely rewrite the fate of a series of characters, including Song Huizong, the Emperor of the Jin Dynasty, generals and ministers from both sides, etc.
The difficulty is incredible.
"During the two Song dynasties, a section of the Great Wall was not seen for 300 years... Chu Langjun was wrong. There is a Great Wall at Yanmen Pass..."
Li Qingzhao subconsciously retorted. Seeing Chu Zhen looking at her with half-smiling eyes, she blushed and shut up.
The Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun were cherished by the officials and people of the Song Dynasty. Taizu once sealed the gold and silver treasures collected by various countries into an inner treasury, called the "Fengzhuang Treasury", to redeem the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun, and if not, it would be used as military pay.
Can bear fruit.
However, the sealed pile warehouse was used as annual coins and given to the Liao thieves in the Northern Dynasty bit by bit.
No wonder Chu Xianguan commented on the emperor of the Song Dynasty with fear of head and tail.
The emperor who lived in the palace in Bianjing, where her father, many court officials, and the people of the Song Dynasty all had to kneel and kowtow, was so unbearable in the eyes of Chu Xianguan.
The Song Dynasty is really hopeless. Will Bianjing be defeated by Liao bandits or Jin bandits?
"At least not now."
Seeing that Li Qingzhao was confused and lost, Chu Zhen could only comfort her: "We still don't know what will happen in the future."
Li Qingzhao's lyrics are comparable to Xin Qiji's, and in Chu Zhen's view, his patriotism is no less than Xin Qiji's.
Needless to say, the song "I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross the Yangtze River". She also wrote "The dew flowers reflect Liu Sanbian, and the osmanthus fragrance spreads to Zhang Jiucheng" to satirize the partiality of the Southern Song Dynasty. In addition, she also wrote a poem about pay and peace when she was a girl. , and Zhang Lei's "Reading the Zhongxing Ode Monument" and "Wuxi Zhongxing Ode Poems and Zhang Wenqian's Two Poems".
"Thank you, Mr. Chu Lang."
Li Qingzhao looked at him deeply.
Chu Zhen smiled. Seeing that Sister Lin was already restless, he stood up to see them off and said, "Lin Daiyu...Sister Lin, please go back first. You were in a hurry this time. I will treat you well next time you come..." …By the way, can you take some lychees back to eat?”
As long as it was not Zhu Yuanzhang who kidnapped the map, Chu Zhen was very generous to these guests from ancient times.
Of course, it is also because the two girls in front of me are beautiful and have good temperament.
Lin Daiyu declined, and after saluting again, she walked eagerly towards the stairs.
Li Qingzhao saw with his own eyes that as soon as her little feet in slippers took a step towards the stairs, her slender figure suddenly disappeared in front of her eyes, just as she suddenly appeared and fell into her arms before.
"Shenhu? Immortal?"
Her eyes widened for a moment, and then she looked back, as if she had taken the next step forward and disappeared here.
Chu Zhen couldn't help laughing, "Do you want lychees? Or do you want to sit down again?"
Li Qingzhao shook his head, "It's already dark. Although Langjun is an immortal official, informal and unconventional, I don't want to disturb you too much, so I'll leave here... I'll be my guest next time, Langjun Chu."
Her voice gradually became softer, and her fair and tender face turned red.
If it weren't for Chu Zhen, she would never have visited the young man's house alone.
Even though Chu Langjun was suspected of being an immortal, she still felt shy coming here as a guest.
But I still couldn’t help but think about it.
"Welcome Miss Li to be our guest. Do you want some lychees?"
Seeing her shy look, Chu Zhen laughed.
Is the girl in front of me really Li Yian who was drinking and playing horses?
"Well, no, thank you very much Mr. Chu."
Remembering that he had eaten a lot of Chu Langjun's lychees, Li Qingzhao blushed even more and quickly saluted, but Chu Langjun didn't return the gift and just smiled at her.
Lowering his head and glancing at the stairs, Li Qingzhao took a step forward.
Suddenly, I heard another smiling voice coming from behind: "I still like the poems of Li Yu, the empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty, more than Li Yian!"
"ah?!"
Song Dynasty, Bianjing.
In the Li family's residence, in the northwest of the city, the maid Tao Qin suddenly heard a girl's exclamation outside the door. She quickly stood up, knocked on the door, and asked:
"What's wrong girl?"
A long while.
"No, I'm fine. Go make me a cup of tea."
In the study, Li Qingzhao woke up suddenly and found that his arms were numb from the pillow. He looked around with a sense of disappointment. Sure enough, the furnishings were the same as before.
What I just dreamed about, lychees, Chu Langjun, the Northern and Southern Song Dynasties, Sister Lin from the Dashun Dynasty, computers, historical writings...
They all disappeared without a trace, leaving only a hint of the sweet taste of lychee on the lips and teeth.
She was stunned for a long time.
"Where is the immortal official?"
Li Qingzhao sighed, holding up the "Book of Jin" he had read in the morning with his delicate white hands, and then turned to look out the window. When the afternoon sun was shining brightly, how could it be near dusk in his dream?
She was so sleepy!
Of course.
Touching her lips, she suddenly felt the scent of lychee between her lips and teeth. Recalling the events in her dream, she still remembered Chu Langjun's handwriting like chicken claws scratching the ground, as well as his semi-white and fluent historical writing.
It’s so unbearable to look at!
At that time, she wished she could write it herself and tell Chu Langjun that this is how a historian should write.
For example, this book of Jin was compiled by Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, ordered by Fang Xuanling. Although many of the records are not verified, when read, one can feel the style of the literati of the Tang Dynasty. The use of dictionaries is elegant and grand, just like the majesty of the Tang Dynasty.
Somehow, even though it was in a dream, Li Qingzhao kept thinking about the beautiful smiling face he saw when he looked back at Chu Zhen just now.
And what he said, "I like Li Yu more than Li Yian"!
She still feels unconvinced.
Why did I, Li Qingzhao, lose to Empress Li?
Li Yu's lyrics are good, but the voice of subjugation makes his lyrics——
"Is it really that good?"
She was not convinced. After putting down the Jin book, she turned around and raised her arms, wanting to take "The Main Collection of Empress Li of the Southern Tang Dynasty" from the bookshelf and read it again.
As soon as I raised my hand, I suddenly felt something was wrong.
There is something extra in the sleeves.
Li Qingzhao touched into his sleeves, and when he touched those round things, he was stunned. Then he took them out with his trembling hands and opened his palms to take a look.
The pits were dark and round, lying in her white palms. Aren't they the pits of the lychees that Chu Langjun gave her to eat? !
Standing under the bookshelf, Li Qingzhao was stunned.
When she was eating lychees, she felt that the lychee cores were slippery and it was fun to roll around between her lips and tongue. She couldn't help but eat a few more and let the cores roll and play on the tip of her tongue, making a squeaking sound.
After Chu Langjun raised his head and saw it, she was so ashamed that she secretly spit out the lychee core into her palm and secretly hid it in her sleeve.
Unexpectedly, I brought the fruit core back to Song Dynasty!
I do not know how long it has been.
"Huh?" The female maid Tao Qin walked in with the fried tea. Seeing the girl sitting blankly on the chair, with black things placed on the desk in front of her, she asked curiously: "Girl, what is this?" What is this fun thing?”
"No, it's nothing!"
Li Qingzhao gathered the lychee cores together with his guilty hands and put them away. The expression on his fair cheeks gradually became extremely expectant.
Chu Langjun is real!
He even invited her to be his guest next time!
