Chapter 788 He is Emperor Yin [1 more]
Both of them have experienced history firsthand, so it would be perfect for a historical dialogue variety show like "Great Summer Treasure" to be filmed face to face.
Director Qin only felt that his career as a director had reached an unprecedented peak, and he felt overwhelmed for a while.
Si Fuqing was a little surprised: "Your Majesty...cough cough, Brother Ninth, what are you going to write?"
Yu Xiheng lowered her eyelashes and smiled softly: "I recalled some things, which are very suitable for use in variety shows."
Perhaps when he died, he was already inextricably entangled with modern society.
Otherwise, how could he have such a real dream before he died.
It was exactly the same as the big summer he saw now.
"Director Qin, don't worry, if there is anyone more suitable than me for writing scripts, it's Brother Nine." Si Fuqing said with a serious expression, "Please get ready."
Director Qin waved his hand nonchalantly: "It's done, at most I found Emperor Yin's tomb, I understand."
Could there be any shocking event?
He took out a new version of the Sisi brand Suxiao Jiuxin Pill, and ate a few of them as jelly beans.
Then he ordered the propagandists to start a new round of publicity on the whole network.
Director Qin thought happily.
When the new issue of "Great Xia Treasure·Yinhuang Chapter" comes out, it will be scary no matter what.
**
Here, Si Fuqing and Yu Xiheng left Daxia Terrace and embarked on the road to the Qianjun League.
On the way, Si Fuqing tried to write down her experience as a military division without clothes in the memo on her mobile phone, but found that there was only a blank.
She sighed.
Sure enough, she couldn't take the initiative to write the history she experienced.
Only after being guessed by Yu Xiheng, she can follow the topic he raised.
Yu Xiheng suddenly called her: "Qingqing."
Si Fuqing raised his head: "Huh?"
His eyes locked on her tightly: "You have traveled many times, won't it cause harm to your body?"
Si Fuqing was stunned: "Not yet, but if there is some damage, it will be worth it."
If she hadn't traveled by chance, she wouldn't have been able to obtain the hidden weapon map lost by the Mo family.
It is even more impossible to ask Ji Chunyuan to practice the art of Yin-Yang and Five Elements, so as to turn the catastrophe of the Ji family into safety and protect the people of Dongzhou from danger forever.
Daxia's luck has been restored, and all this is worth it.
Yu Xiheng's lips were slightly pursed, and he touched her head gently: "I don't want you to be hurt."
"I know." Si Fuqing also stood on tiptoe and patted his head, "Ninth brother, think about the bright side, what if "Eternity" is here to help us?"
Yu Xiheng sighed, and said lightly: "I just don't want to pin my hopes on a game."
He took her hand, and she followed him through the main entrance of Qianjunmeng.
As soon as I entered, I heard the sound of metal shaking.
Following the source of the trembling sound, they arrived at the arsenal of the Qianjun League.
The Longque sword was impressively in the center, and the whole body exuded an aura of joy.
Si Fuqing raised his eyebrows, and said unhurriedly: "No wonder His Majesty never enters through this gate when entering the Qianjun League. It turns out that once he enters, he will reveal his identity."
"Yeah." Yu Xiheng slowly grasped the dragon bird sword, he was silent for a moment, "I am no longer Emperor Yin, I don't want their attitude towards me to change, our goals and tasks are the same .”
Guard the huge empire of Great Xia.
Yu Xiheng suddenly smiled: "Qingqing, touch it?"
Si Fuqing took it.
Miraculously, the Longque sword did not go away from her hand, but stayed safely in her palm.
She could feel the blade trembling slightly.
Yu Xiheng smiled: "The dragon bird is greeting you."
Si Fuqing touched it again, and blinked: "It's so sweet."
"According to what you said, Longque followed me to fight the world, and he is a loyal Yintian CP fan." Yu Xiheng thought thoughtfully, "But it accepted you, so now it is a selfish CP fan?"
Si Fuqing: "...your character design has collapsed again!"
Yu Xiheng's brows moved slightly: "I don't have a predetermined personality, I can change what the girl thinks of me."
"Brother Nine, I would like to ask you to do me a favor." Si Fuqing thought for a while and said, "I want you to write something in your original handwriting."
After finishing speaking, she said meaningfully: "As expected, you even changed your handwriting."
If not, she might have recognized it long ago.
"I have to be cautious." Yu Xiheng took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and asked her, "What to write?"
Si Fuqing said slowly: "Some words for Wen Changyi."
**
Great Xia Dynasty.
It is the hot summer of July.
Wen Changyi is like a wisp of wind, drifting erratically.
During this time he came to Nanzhou.
Nanzhou has a hot climate, but the scenery is beautiful.
It made Wen Changyi's poems very popular, and he wrote a lot of poems immediately.
When he was writing poems on the boat, the boards of the boat rattled.
Looking up again, there was already a figure on the boat where one person lived alone.
When Wen Changyi saw Si Fuqing, he blinked first, then smiled and said: "This is the third time the young master has come to see me. Could it be that he has found a lot of poems?"
"No." Si Fuqing walked over and sat down cross-legged, "I'm here to tell Mr. Wen that His Majesty Yinhuang knows about the three regrets in your life."
She slowly took out a letter and smiled slightly: "I asked His Majesty to write a letter to Mr. Wen, maybe Mr. Wen can read it?"
Wen Changyi, such a free and easy person, was shocked in place.
If someone else uttered this sentence, he would only think it was deceiving him.
But the little boy in front of him was different.
Is the future man.
Wen Changyi managed to recover, his voice hoarse: "Who do you think wrote me the letter?"
"It's Your Majesty." Si Fuqing blinked, "Mr. Wen put it away."
Wen Changyi wiped his hands quickly, and took the letter with an extremely pious attitude.
The envelope was still warm.
He carefully took out the letter paper and unfolded it.
The words on the paper are flamboyant and penetrating.
[Mr. did not bring the three-foot sword to stand in the world, but the poems will remain in history, and they will last for thousands of years, so there is no regret. 】
That short sentence shocked Wen Changyi.
He looked over and over again, his fingers trembling: "This word is Your Majesty..."
No... absolutely impossible!
Yinhuang has been dead for two years.
He wrote very few articles, all of which were collected in the palace treasure house.
Wen Changyi didn't remember Yinhuang ever writing such words.
And this ink has just dried up.
But this is clearly Yinhuang's word!
In an instant, Wen Changyi thought of many things.
He raised his head suddenly: "You went to look for His Majesty first, and then I came to look for me, then Your Majesty..."
"Mr. Wen, this may be the last time we meet." Si Fuqing smiled and cupped his fists at him, "I wish Mr. Wen a bright future and a smooth journey."
**
real world.
Morning.
Si Fuqing opened the game cabin and stretched: "It's done."
Yu Xiheng turned her head: "How?"
Si Fu tilted his chin: "You big idol wrote him a letter, and he was so moved that he was about to cry."
Yu Xiheng paused, then raised her eyebrows suddenly: "What about you?"
Si Fuqing turned his head away from him: "Why, I've already cried."
Yu Xiheng remembered the day she came to him crying.
It seems that some new clues are gathering.
The phone rang.
Yu Xiheng returned to her senses: "President Gu's phone call."
Si Fuqing pressed the hands-free button.
"Teacher, great news!" Gu Huiyan's beaming voice came out of the microphone, "Just now there was news from Nanzhou, and I found a few more poems, all of which were written about His Majesty Yinhuang."
"Wen Changyi is indeed a loyal fan of His Majesty Yinhuang, and has written so many poems for him."
Si Fuqing: "..."
Oops, how did she accidentally change history again? !
Yu Xiheng raised her hand and tapped her forehead lightly: "Let's go, I've finished writing the script."
Si Fuqing finished washing up: "Here we come."
**
Daxia Terrace.
Early in the morning, Director Qin rubbed his hands and sat at the door waiting.
Seeing Si Fuqing approaching, he immediately greeted him: "Teacher Si."
Si Fuqing dragged the Longque sword out from behind: "Dangdang! Director Qin, look quickly."
"This, this is..." Director Qin couldn't help but widen his eyes, "You traveled back and brought back His Majesty Yinhuang's sword?"
Si Fuqing: "..."
What kind of person is she in Director Qin's eyes?
Will she do it?
Si Fuqing said tactfully: "Director Qin, maybe you can have another guess?"
"Another guess?" Director Qin was stunned for a moment, "Oh, then you coerced and lured His Majesty Yinhuang to give it to you? Remember to return it."
Si Fuqing once again: "..."
Don't explain it anymore, the more you explain, the more confusing it will be.
"Anyway, this must be true." Director Qin lowered his voice, "I just heard that Wen Changyi has released a new poem. Teacher Si did it?"
Si Fuqing sighed: "He's about to be hunted down by the student party again."
On the other hand, the screenwriter was very surprised: "Mr. Yu's script means to make Mrs. Si dress up as a man?"
good morning
Drop the horse, let her drop!