The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

   Chapter 479 Fryer

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

Everyone listened very attentively, no one would doubt the authenticity of Li Chengze’s words. History is an obscure and uninteresting text in a vast history book. , this is the charm of archaeology.

  In Zhao Zhen's mind, scenes flashed through scenes. On the busy street, a man was riding a tall horse. In the welcome of the people, his young and handsome face was full of energy.

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

   "The emperor's decree arrived, the young Tanhua Lang was given to marry Princess Hualian, golden branches and jade leaves, and the current Tanhua, which 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. Although she is a princess of a country, Song Xiangyu is not bad. She was given a marriage by the emperor. Not happy.

  The feudal autocracy is really a cancer. Now that marriage is independent, such a tragedy will not happen again.

   "However, the emperor's fate was hard to resist, and for the sake of his parents' family, he had no choice but to accept the marriage. Since then, the reputation of Princess Hualian in the folk is even worse..."

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

   Ye Jian glanced 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, inhumanity, debauchery, and indifference to political affairs, attracted eunuchs to rule, loyal ministers were humiliated, so that the people's hearts were scattered, the vassal kings were in chaos, and the Moon Dynasty was in jeopardy.

   While Princess Hua Lian was in filial piety, there was even a scandal of raising a face and head, and the rioting people's hearts finally broke out in the bottom line that was broken down again and again.

   Duke Fu led his troops to suppress the mob in person, and defended the precarious state for Emperor Wu.

   However, his actions aroused the jealousy of the eunuchs, and he united with treacherous officials to frame Fuguo Gong. His military power made Emperor Wu unable to rest easy, so he half-heartedly chose to remove Fuguo Gong, and finally Fuguo Gong died in prison.

As the concubine of the future Princess Hualian, Song Xiangyu was spared by Emperor Wu, but this was just the beginning of the nightmare. He was caught in the dungeon of Yunmeng Mountain Villa, and suffered round after round of torture and torture. In the darkness without the light of day, he suffered inhuman pain.

  The once proud son of heaven has become a prisoner.

   His disappointment with the human heart and the world extinguished the light in his eyes.

   On that day, in the silent dungeon, a beam of light ushered in.

  She was dressed in splendor and had lotus feet on her feet, just like when she first saw her, the surprise in his eyes overflowed like a tide.

  The misunderstandings and insults of the world did not affect her in the slightest, and she was always so holy, gentle, dignified and noble.

   He prides himself on being smart, but he doesn't know how to listen to one's beliefs, and is beyond stupid.

   "Sir, I'm sorry, because of me, I made you fall here."

   "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 never care what the world thinks of me, it doesn't matter if it's the vicious and domineering Princess Hua Lian or another Princess Hua Lian, this country is already rotten, it's rotten from the root, only you can save it them."

   She took off the pendant from her neck and placed it in his palm. The coldness at that moment made his heart shudder suddenly.

   "Sir, take care, you must live."

   She got up and left.

   He hurriedly stopped her: "What are you going to do?"

   The woman sighed softly, with helplessness and relief.

   "Wherever you come from, where you 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.

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

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

  The woman left without looking back.

  In 737, one night, when Emperor Wu’s bedroom was flooded, when the guards were fighting the fire, the north wind picked up the opportunity, 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 into the sky from the fire and disappeared between heaven and earth.

Miraculously, in the subsequent interrogation, the palace maid on duty stated that only Princess Hua Lian had entered the Taihe Palace before leaving the water. However, after a night of fire, when the ruins were cleaned up, the body of Princess Hua Lian was not found. , she just disappeared without a trace.

After Emperor Wu's death, vassals from all over the world started rebellions, and the world fell into chaos for 30 years. Emperor Wu and Princess Hua Lian, who were placed on the pillar of shame, no one cared about their corpses. Only their evil deeds were written down. , widely disseminated, and became the "trend" of the world.

   As for how Song Xiangyu died in the dungeon and became a 300-year-old mummified corpse, this may become a secret forever.

  The audience fell silent.

  I don't know who said a word on the barrage - what happened to this Princess Hualian is very similar to that of Mingjing. They were all misunderstood by the public, but they never explained a word.

  —Don't insult Princess Hua Lian, she is a real golden branch and jade leaves. What is that bright mirror? Even if it is clarified that she did not kill anyone, she is also the daughter of a murderer. I really don't know why everyone is touting her.

  —The one in front of you should hold the stinky feet of the ancients away, don’t be disgusting here, the two are three hundred years apart, and there is no comparison.

  —Heizi pulls and steps, please have a little bottom line. If you are an old man, don't pull it out 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 Hua Lian, I feel sorry for Song Xiangyu, the screenwriter is coming out soon, I want to watch a TV drama that has changed, the ending must be two HE and a bunch of beautiful babies.

  —Forget it, those dog-blooded screenwriters can only make up eight o’clock dramas for you, and they don’t have any technical content yet, so don’t insult the ancients.

  —Let’s see if @screenwriters see the voice of the audience? Crowdfunding screenwriters are also fine, I want to watch TV series, the main female is Luo Ziyin, only her beauty is worthy of Princess Hualian.

  —Farewell, don’t sully the princess with a face-lift, I don’t see any actress in the entertainment industry worthy of Princess Hua Lian.

  —that is, don’t come out with those plastic surgery faces to contaminate everyone’s eyes, and they won’t be worthy of a princess to lift shoes after 100 years of practice.

  —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 found Hua Dian, I'm not questioning Professor Li, I just feel that the logic is a bit unreasonable, unless... This is instructed by Emperor Wen...

  —Oh my god, I got goosebumps, someone who can be an emperor really can’t think like a normal person.

  —Students from the Department of History at Peking University interjected. Senior Murong wrote an essay on the Moon Dynasty. The analysis of this Emperor Wen is very interesting, and the evaluation of Princess Hualian is also very high. Unfortunately, no one pays attention to this history.

  —Senior Murong? Is that the one I thought? Omg, this is my idol, it's really a fantasy linkage.

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

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

   She announced that, starting today, she is a purgatory cp.

   Qu Feitai frowned, suddenly feeling breathless.

  Der Spiegel 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 the mirror, his teeth white and bright.

  Der Jing looked at his face carefully, his eyes gradually deepened.

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

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

"After listening to this story, everyone must be very curious about this tragic Tanhua Lang. After days and nights of hard work by experts, the face restoration technology has finally been successfully completed. Today, in front of all the audience, we will The restoration of the face will be made public at the meeting, and we will witness the demeanor of the youngest Tanhua Lang from the Dayue Dynasty three hundred years ago."

   Everyone rubbed their hands in anticipation when they heard this.

   Those mysterious histories and figures will always evoke the softest place in everyone's heart.

   Besides, in Li Chengze's depiction, this tanhualang gave everyone endless reverie.

On the projection screen behind   , the data model appears and is read bit by bit. This waiting process is full of novelty and excitement for everyone, like a husband waiting for his wife to give birth to a child 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 trouble was arrested, the rest of the crowd did not disperse, but gathered together on their own, watching the live broadcast with gusto.

  Su Wen pouted: "What's so good about a dead person, it's not just two eyes, a nose and a mouth."

   Thin lotus leaf stared at the TV screen and clenched her fists secretly.

   entered the final countdown, and the audience spontaneously read along.

   "Three, two, one..."

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

   Sword eyebrows and star eyes, a pretty nose bridge, moderately thick lips, thin cheeks, but without losing a sharp outline.

  Although it is a model that is accurately calculated by data, the bones are a little stiff, but it is not difficult to see that this is a beautiful man.

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

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

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

  —Mom, isn’t this Qu Feitai with bangs? It's too similar, right?

  —Uh… Was it a joke from the staff with 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 disrespect to Qu Feitai.

  —Although he looks a lot like Qu Feitai, I feel that there are still differences between the two. Qu Feitai's eyes are not so melancholy.

  —Can you figure out the order? It is Qu Fei who looks like him.

  —Gossip, Qu Feitai seems to be at the scene, I don’t know how he feels when he sees this scene.

  —Xiao Fei is so miserable, there is no misfortune.

  —maybe reincarnation? Oh my god, no, I have to go to the temple to worship.

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

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

   Even Qu Feitai himself was stunned for a moment.

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

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

  Huaiqing said in surprise: "Isn't this the third young master of the Qu family? Those experts wouldn't make such a low-level mistake, but it's too similar."

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

  Guru, the orange rolled under a person's feet and hit the leather shoes.

  The man bent down and picked up the orange.

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

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

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

   He just had his thoughts yesterday, and he saw this master on TV today. Has the current big data algorithm been advanced enough to figure out his thoughts?

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

Ji Rouen said with a smile: "what program, this is the press conference of the Cultural Relics Bureau, a three-hundred-year-old corpse was found in a villa in Jiangzhou, now, this is the appearance of the corpse that has just been restored. It's unfortunate that it looks like a dead person, it's unlucky."

  Coldly, Ji Rouen felt a chill in her neck.

   As soon as he turned his head, he happened to see the old lady looking over. Her unfocused eyes made her heart tremble. Ji Rouen quickly looked away, her heart beating wildly.

  Bo Yujian frowned and scolded: "What nonsense?"

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

  Bo Yujian 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 Yue Dynasty? I remember my mother once wrote an essay about the Yue Dynasty."

Bo Yujian glanced at the old lady Bo, the old lady in the wheelchair, neatly dressed and meticulously combed, although there were a few strands of silver, it did not affect the dignified and noble temperament of the old lady at all, sitting there, she was not angry The arrogance of self.

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

   Mrs. Bo gave a faint hum and instructed: "Huaiqing, I'm tired, take me back to my room."

   At the same time, Jingzhou Daxiangguo Temple, Houshan.

   A heavy sigh came from a claustrophobic meditation room.

   (end of this chapter)