Under the gaze of many cameras and eyes, Qianlong, wearing a python robe, arrived belatedly.
Qianlong, with every step of his life, his majestic appearance, his majestic brows, and his imperial aura, made all the boys and girls say that the true emperor has come to this world.
As Qianlong approached, he suddenly felt that Emperor Ying Zheng's face was slightly unhappy, and he knew what had happened.
"The First Emperor, I don't know why I'm summoned."
The First Emperor ascended the throne, looked up at the sky, and pointed at the couplets in the Qinzheng Hall.
"This old man has some objections to this couplet and thinks it is a fake. You wrote the words. It's up to you to explain."
Everyone was surprised, and then they discovered that this "Qianlong imitation" was originally inscribed by this little brother? It's not too handsome at all.
"Hehe, such a handsome little brother can actually write so well. Even if it is a fake, I still love it."
"Do you still have a point of view? However, the owner of this store really spent a lot of money. The executives and emperor actors he found are all very lifelike, and they don't look too much alike."
When Qianlong heard what Ying Zheng said, he was happy and asked the historian: "Old man, I have been practicing calligraphy in this style since I was a child. What do you think is wrong?"
"Wow, my brother is so into the show. He calls himself 'I' when he speaks. He is the most upright employee in the world."
"Don't you think it's very natural when he says 'I'? You can't work here as the head chef for a few days and really think of yourself as the emperor, right?"
The old man originally had a good impression of Qianlong, but when he heard him calling himself "I", his face suddenly turned bad, and his tone of voice became particularly cold and stern.
"Although you imitate good calligraphy, you are not Emperor Qianlong himself after all. Even if you have copied the writing styles of emperors, generals and ministers since childhood, do you really think you are them? Young man, there is no limit to learning, don't learn even a little bit.
Just bring it out into the world, even to deceive!"
The old man became more and more excited as he spoke: "I have studied the history of the Qing Dynasty for more than fifty years and know the life, hobbies, habits and culture of every emperor of the Qing Dynasty. But you, young man, have practiced calligraphy for twenty or thirty years.
Isn’t it bad to be so high-profile when speaking out loudly?”
Before Lu Xiaolin came, he had clearly stated that everyone could show off their talents to their heart's content, but they must not reveal their identity, let alone use their original world or historical identity to create continuous cause and effect in the current world.
Therefore, it was inconvenient for Qianlong to reveal his identity and say that he was Qianlong, otherwise he would be imprisoned by Lu Xiaolin.
"Ahem!"
Qianlong looked embarrassed and didn't know how to explain.
"Old man, when you say this, you may be really brazen. You have studied the national destiny of the Qing Dynasty for more than 200 years and more than 10 emperors in the history of the Qing Dynasty. You are only sixty or seventy years old, and you dare to say that you have thoroughly studied all the emperors of the Qing Dynasty.
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The historian was probably also aroused. He was very excited and his whole body was trembling when he spoke: "I dare, how dare I not! I am a great doctoral supervisor, I am not humble today! Don't tell me, I am the one who studied the life of Emperor Qianlong.
The most thorough, no one in the entire planet knows Qianlong better than me."
"Pfft!" Xiang Shaolong smiled impolitely.
Qianlong raised the corner of his mouth, raised his dragon robe and asked with a smile: "This calligraphy was written by Qianlong's royal pen. Even if he does not have the character of an emperor, it is still an imperial pen. Let's not talk about it for now. Old man, let me ask you, do you seriously care about Qianlong's life?
Have you thoroughly researched and learned everything you need?"
The old man said categorically: "Yes, if you have any questions, you can ask them! If I answer three consecutive answers that cannot be found in textbooks, your Royal Private Kitchen must be shut down and publicly apologize, admitting that you are uneducated and messy.
Cultural mistake!"
Qianlong and Ying Zheng exchanged glances.
"Brother Shihuang, let me ask you a question?"
"This old man is probably here to cause trouble. Just don't get so angry here."
"okay!"
On the first day that Zhutian Royal Private Kitchen opened, the leading historian and the senior "chef" had a white-hot spark about culture, which was simply a huge topic that cannot be asked for.
A group of reporters and Internet celebrity anchors gave enthusiastic explanations and shared the scene.
At the same time, more and more people came to spend money and check in. At this time, historians, Ying Zheng, and Qianlong were surrounded by hundreds of people.
After making eye contact, Qianlong looked at the historian: "Okay, old man, I will ask a few simple questions. Just around this couplet. Please tell me, when Emperor Qianlong wrote this couplet that day, during the day
It’s still night, what’s the weather like?”
As soon as the Qianlong issue came up, there was an uproar on the scene. What kind of issue is this?
"Which historian can know these little things?" Some people expressed different opinions on the spot.
"This is not a problem at all. Even Emperor Qianlong himself might not be able to think about it, right?"
The historian was obviously stunned and looked miserable: "Young man, is it day or night, what the weather is like, are there any necessary connections with this couplet?"
Qianlong suddenly became serious, his imperial aura leaked out, and everyone in the room suddenly became cautious. Unknowingly, they did not dare to speak loudly.
"Old man, this is because you are speaking superficially. Every plant and tree is always related to love, every wind and rain is intentional. Changes in the environment and current events have a great influence even on common people. How can we say it has nothing to do with it?"
Seeing that Qianlong was talking about lotus flowers and speaking elegantly, he did not look like a pure chef. The historian who came to deliberately find trouble quickly retorted: "Junior, do you know this?"
The people watching around him did not dare to show their anger, and they all stared at Qianlong excitedly and cautiously.
Qianlong smiled: "Of course I know. At that time, it was five years after the Miao rebellion was put down, and it was the Cold Food Festival. In the afternoon, it was raining and the wind was blowing. Qianlong and several important officials were watching the scenery in Xiangshan. After sunset, there was a sudden cold in the south of the Yangtze River.
There was a disaster and the people were displaced. After hearing the news, Qianlong drank several times of the remaining wine and wrote this couplet under the moonlight."
"This... junior, how did you learn about such a secret thing? Is there a source? Where is the source?"
Qianlong's face hardened: "Old man, are you admitting that you are not good at your studies?"
As soon as this statement comes out, isn't it just a slap in the face for the historian who keeps claiming to be the leading figure in Qing history?
The direction of the onlookers, reporters and internet celebrity anchors gradually began to shift towards Qianlong.
"What he said was so true, it felt like he was experiencing it himself."
"Yeah, and it seems that my little brother is very familiar with Qianlong's life. Maybe he is also a great scholar."
"This... this..." The historian's face was red and hot, and he stammered, not knowing what to say.
But Qianlong didn't stop, and the second question came one after another: "Well, old man, let me ask you again, at that time, one of the characters in the couplet written by Qianlong was a typo, are you sure?"
Everyone was in an uproar. There was a typo in this couplet?