The 16th Tsar - Louis William.
This name is an unavoidable presence throughout the history of the Western Continent. Whether it is drama, painting, sculpture, poetry and other artistic fields, this person is the most shining pearl.
Louis William's art history is extremely rich. From the time he picked up a paintbrush at the age of three, the leader of one of the most powerful countries in the world showed great talent in art. When Louis William was seven years old, using only three colors, he painted paintings that astonished even the leading contemporary painters, and he became his disciple. Two years later, the first painter walked away, claiming that he was not worthy of Daystar's boastful remarks.
But this is not the end, not even the beginning. When Louis William was nine years old, he began to learn sculpture. Six months later, he created the world-famous "Immortal David", which was regarded as a god by many sculptors. Louis William learned chess at the age of ten, and by the age of eleven he was the undisputed number one in the world.
Later, Louis William was silent for three years. Just when people thought that this child prodigy was finally ready to stop, a news that shook the entire art festival spread from the capital of the Tsarist Empire - Louis William succeeded to the throne.
It can be said that Louis William was born for art. He was very talented in art and he lived an artistic life. It was not until it was accidentally leaked at a cocktail party that people knew why Louis William could surpass his three brothers and become the heir to the empire.
Quite simply, the bet was lost.
Yes, in three years, Louis William completely lost all three of his brothers through his superb gambling skills. But at that time, no one believed such an outrageous thing. A country that could be called the strongest military country actually exported the right to inherit the throne like a chess game. Isn't this child's play? However, when the Twelve Hours strongly supported Louis William's succession, everyone fell silent.
"In terms of politics, it is no exaggeration to say that Louis William was a tyrant with no bottom line."
After sitting down, before the stage play started, Ji Sike began to explain Louis William to everyone. Perhaps it is because of his profession, or perhaps he is one of the few teachers in the world with a brilliant professional level. His words are full of charm that makes people listen.
"After becoming king, Louis William almost never paid attention to politics, whether it was life and death in prison or important matters of defense and border. This man was only obsessed with art. Many people speculated that he only wanted to become king. To do the art he wants to do better.”
Stretching out his hand, Ji Sike's palms showed countless bright architectural shadows. He looked at the artistic buildings that represented the masters of an era and sighed: "In just sixteen years, Louis William almost squandered the treasury of the Tsarist Empire. To the extreme. He regards personal appeasement of anger, sorrow and joy as the basis for governing the country, and he uses art as the source of his appeasement."
"If one day a man presents a play that excites the king, then Louis XVI will pardon all sins. If one day Louis William's art is hindered, he will show his dissolute side. He will Almost 100% of the manpower and material resources were used to build the art palace, but they never took a look at the suffering of the lower class people."
"Twenty years, just twenty years. Louis XVI made a Western behemoth so skinny that even the newly rising Magnum could kick it at will. At that time, the life of the people in the Tsarist Empire was hell. It could happen at any time Conscripted into corvee service, the country ignored any poor people, corrupt officials were rampant and no one was in charge, resulting in the average life span of the Tsarist Empire being no more than thirty, and the rate of premature infant mortality reaching as high as thirty percent.”
"But if that's all, then Louis William is a complete stain on history. But what troubles all historians is that this man's artistic achievements are as good as gods."
At this point, Ji Sike suddenly fell silent. He looked at this splendid building, thought for a long time, and said slowly: "No, he surpasses the gods."
"Beyond the gods?"
The most shocked person here is Zhou Li. Because he was the only one who had seen the true power of gods, and that was why he reacted so strongly to Ji Sike's words. Moreover, he had heard of Ji Sike in his previous life. He was the greatest writer and artist in Tariq. What he said was by no means unfounded.
"That's right."
Ji Sike nodded, perhaps because he had seen it before. He understood Zhou Li's shock very well, "The reason why gods are gods is because they can create existences that humans cannot create. As far as I know, Louis XVI He also created something that humans cannot create.”
"Then he is no longer a human being?"
Eluma's focus is often on weird things. Ji Sike glanced at Eluma, smiled gently and said to her: "No, he is a human being. But because of this, I say he transcends gods. .”
"Gods have authority, have immortal bodies, and at the same time control the rules of the world. Therefore, gods can create things that humans cannot create, but humans cannot."
At this time, Zhou Li on the side added: "If Louis William really created something brand new as Mr. Ji said, then he has indeed surpassed the gods. But the question is, what did he create?"
"I have no idea."
Regarding this question, Ji Sike answered simply: "Louis XVI never married, never gave birth to a son, and never had any biography or diary about himself. This man just brought art to the world, and even Not even the country was left. So, I don’t know what he created.”
"Then why are you so sure that Louis XVI created something new?"
Ji Sike pondered for a long time about Zhou Li's question. When the bell rang and the curtains slowly closed, he spoke: "Louis XVI... once left a sentence."
"He said that what he left to the world were only fragments of his soul. The art he was really creating was something that even the gods could not understand."
"That's it?"
Zhou Li was stunned. Ji Sike didn't look like someone who would trust others just because of a word. But Zhou Li heard firm belief in Ji Sike's tone.
"That's it."
Ji Sike nodded. On the stage, the actor playing the prince had already appeared on the stage, and the devil was waiting for the opportunity to assassinate. He looked at the stage in fascination and said softly: "His art may really be incomprehensible to humans."
"I think his life is artistic enough."
Zhou Li leaned back in his chair. He was a little interested in this Louis XVI. After all, it was somewhat fun to have the same surname as the guillotine prince on earth, but it was only for fun. After all, this man is a living artist, which means nothing to someone whose quality and taste are similar to those of a wild man in the mountains.
Soon, the drama began in earnest.
The plot of this play was ridiculously simple, but due to the dedication of the actors and the cooperation of Tariq's magic technology, it presented a wonderful performance scene, which made Zhou Li cheer for it, and it actually lasted for ten minutes. Waking time.
Then he almost passed out.
"Zhou Li, wake up..."
At this time, Don Quixote, who was fascinated by the play, devoted his whole body and mind to the drama. She was from a noble and poor family and never appreciated a drama from such a close distance, and it was such a wonderful drama. Therefore, she forgot about Zhou Li.
Of course, Eluma must not be forgotten. After noticing that Zhou Li was starting to lose his mind, she gently pushed Zhou Li's arm and whispered, "His Majesty the King is asking you a question."
"The structure of an organization like the Chamber of Commerce still has certain problems. It has loopholes in its own division. When it finally forms a monopoly, it will have an indelible impact on the national economy. Although these problems do not appear for Tariq for the time being, once they are When something goes wrong, it’s a devastating blow.”
Half asleep and half awake, Zhou Li answered King Herinin's inquiry clearly. After getting Zhou Li's answer, Herinen fell into deep thought. After a while, in order to ease the atmosphere, he asked Zhou Li with a smile: "What do you think of the scene where the prince danced the sword on the Bridge of Tartarus just now?"
Silence is the Bridge of Tartarus tonight.
Zhou Li opened his eyes, but closed the window of his soul. Eluma on the side held her forehead and sighed. She held Zhou Li's hand and said to the king apologetically: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, Zhou Li has been a little tired recently."
"It's okay. In fact, I was negligent and did not clarify your preferences in advance."
Helinen was a very reasonable person. He felt that this was his own problem. He dragged people to watch the drama without investigating Zhou Li's preferences. He looked at Eluma and said softly: "Let him have a good rest. He should be very tired during this period."
Herinen, the king of a country, is actually more like the father of a country. In many cases, people do not so much fear him as respect him from the bottom of their hearts. Khrinin was not a qualified politician, let alone a qualified king, but he was a qualified father of the country. If Tarik Vladimir was the founding father of the country, then Khrinin can definitely be called the father of Tarik's development.
After leaving the office, Herinen seemed like a kindly neighbor. His tolerance and kindness will be a breath of fresh air. After a brief exchange, Herrinen quietly watched this beautiful drama.
Evan and Lin Ling discussed literature with their teacher and also discussed the play. Of course, as Tariq's greatest contemporary artist and writer, Ji Sike was naturally very curious about Zhou Li.
"Xiao Ling, how is your property in Yingnan?"
Regarding himself, the most talented student, Ji Sike has always had the mentality of hating the iron that cannot be transformed into steel. After all, Lin Ling's literary talent far exceeded his own, and Ji Sike wanted a writer who surpassed himself to be born in Tariq. But Lin Ling suddenly went to Yingnan to do business in the middle of his studies, and abducted his other favorite disciple Evan, which made Ji Sike very angry.
Later, Evan came back and told Ji SiCi why Lin Ling suddenly wanted to go into business and also told him Lin Ling's family background. But Ji Sike was still very sorry and regretful at that time. However, when Lin Ling suddenly appeared in front of him a few days ago, his original regrets and regrets were swept away, leaving only relief and relaxation.
After all, Evan once told him how dangerous the incident Lin Ling was involved in was. Many times, what he worried about was not whether Lin Ling would give up literature. What he worried about was just whether his students would be well. Fortunately, Lin Ling appeared in front of him unharmed, which made the stone in his heart fall to the ground.
"Leave it all to my sister."
After leaving Yingnan and Shang Shang, Lin Ling's smile began to become more gentle and no longer as sharp as before. She looked at her teacher and said with a smile: "My sister has better business talent than me, and she is also trusted by the brave. Putting my properties in her hands is much better than running it myself."
"Your sister?"
Ji Sike raised his eyebrows and asked with interest: "Have you found your sister?"
"Actually, I found her a long time ago and have been paying attention to her. But I was afraid that she would be involved after the contact, so I never contacted her."
"Then why are you contacting her again now? Aren't you afraid that she will be involved?"
Facing the teacher's question, Lin Linggang was about to answer. Suddenly she saw the teacher's familiar eyes, and she immediately understood that the teacher was asking her to face her heart. Lin Ling calmed down, thought for a moment, and then replied:
"I'm afraid, but I'm even more afraid that she won't get the truth."
"You're still investigating your father's affairs, right?"
After all, he was Lin Ling's teacher. From the first sentence, Ji Sike understood what his student was planning. He looked at Lin Ling and asked in a deep voice: "You seem to have given everything to your sister now, as if you have given up everything. But in fact, instead of giving up, you have started the next stage, right? ?”
Lin Lingtong was stunned. After a while, she smiled and said helplessly: "Sure enough, I still can't hide it from you."
"If your sister had not joined the brave team, you might never contact her in this life. Because you know that she can't stop those forces. But now, your sister is protected by the brave, you can rest assured that you will understand I entrust her with my power on the surface and investigate your father’s affairs secretly.”
Tapping his fingers on the armrest, Ji Sike glanced at Lin Ling and scolded sternly: "Absurd."
"You still don't believe your sister!"
"I…"
Lin Linggang wanted to defend himself, but was discouraged and remained silent. After a long while, she nodded, sighed and said, "Teacher, you are right, I am still worried about her."
"You know, Your Majesty the Brave is smarter than you think."
Looking at Zhou Li who was sleeping like a baby not far away, Ji Sike's eyes flashed with light and he said in a deep voice: "I have never seen your sister, but if you can make this brave man believe and hand over his property to her, your My sister is no weaker than you in terms of character and ability. Believe me, if you keep hiding things from your sister like this, sooner or later, you will have disputes over this."
I've seen this kind of thing a lot.
