Queen and Her Duke - Chapter 118

#Lin Yi joins hands with national treasures to tell the story of cultural relics#

#Lin Yi, classical temperament#

#Wenhengshan Private Museum Unveils Mystery for the First Time#

Lin Yi is a newly promoted national flower in the past two years. She has gained a firm foothold in the entertainment industry with major productions such as “Spy War”, “Northern Jin Dynasty”, “Lonely City” and so on.

Her looks and acting skills are not unconventional, and her family background is also good. Relying on her own superior resources and the operation of the team behind her, every time her name is on a hot search, it will soon explode.

This time is no exception. At seven or eight o’clock in the evening, it is the peak period of microblog browsing, and soon after the two entries with Lin Yi’s name, burst words appeared.

Retweets and likes exceeded 300,000 in just one day, and comments reached more than 100,000.

[Being invited by CCTV, my sister is really good]

【Looking forward to your wife! 】

[Classical No. 1 beauty, no one should object when I say this]

[Love, love, I wish my wife a smooth job shooting]

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Among the many similar comments, there is the occasional one or two that are exceptionally misfits.

[Is it the private pavilion in Gancheng? Is it open?]

[Going back upstairs, it’s also incredible. It was only two years ago that I heard that the local government was planning to use 150 acres of prime land as a condition, and wanted to invite collectors to come out, but was rejected]

These two very inconspicuous comments were quickly brushed off by the comments.

Netizens don’t know that these two are the grandsons of Tao Hua and Yu Cheng, the archaeological leaders in China. They tacitly turned to the entry with the Wenhengshan Private Museum, and discussed it in the comment area below.

[I have been fortunate enough to see a few collections inside. According to my guess, the collections in Wenhengshan Museum are definitely not inferior to any provincial museums]

[Agree upstairs, I have seen a complete set of Ru porcelain flowing from the Wenhengshan exhibition hall at the auction, and it was sold for 240 million yuan at that time]

[It’s a pity that it has not been open to the public before! 】

[You guys upstairs, just blow it, private museums are not open, do you rely on the sky to eat? 】

[That is, you can’t earn fame or money, is the boss behind it a stupid and rich diaosi? 】

Whether it is a state-owned museum or a non-state-owned museum, the nature of its own cultural public welfare is more important, and they don’t care about the amount of revenue. What they really care about is the social influence of creation. In terms of private museums alone, the collectors behind them will care more about that.

According to reliable records, Wen Hengshan has been privately owned since the early Qing Dynasty, but whoever owned it has never leaked any information.

What puzzled everyone is that the Wenhengshan Museum has never been opened to the public. The outside world has speculated that the daily maintenance fee alone is sky-high.

The collections that occasionally flow out from Wenheng Mountain can be the finale of the auction.

It is extremely regrettable that no matter how curious people are, the Wenhengshan Pavilion is still as mysterious as ever.

This time, the news of opening up suddenly broke out. Tao Xingxing and Yu Muqi didn’t care about arguing with netizens who didn’t know how to do it, and they went to their old man for the first time.

“Grandpa, haven’t you been talking about going to the Wenhengshan Museum? Didn’t the show team invite you this time?”

Tao Hua is one of the most famous leaders in the archaeological world. He often appears on major channels. He is a refined and funny little old man who is very popular among young Chinese people.

Tao Xingxing watched his grandfather frown and stare at the phone for a long time, then walked out with a serious face and started to call.

The beautiful Chinese language faintly entered Tao Xingxing’s ears from the balcony,

“Guo Zheng, I heard that Wen Hengshan’s program is you doing it, right?”

“Lying **, you ****, tell me how many times I’ve given you a bag,”

“You still care about this and that. If I can’t go, what else do you have in the future, don’t come to me,”

Tao Xingxing collapsed on the sofa with a smile on his waist. To say that his grandfather is usually the most upright old scholar in front of people, but as long as he has something to do with cultural relics, he can turn into a violent emperor in minutes.

Tao’s father and Tao’s mother have persuaded him many times, saying that this is not good, until the doctor said that if the elderly have any emotional problems, it would be good to vent them in time, and no one was talking about it.

Guo Zheng was also embarrassed when he listened to the beeps coming from the phone.

Before he could figure out how to turn it around, another big archaeologist, Yu Cheng, called in. Guo Zheng didn’t have to think about it to know that he must have come to the door for Wen Hengshan.

After finally appeasing the ancestor, Guo Zheng thought about it and carefully dialed a call.

After the call was connected, a stern female voice came over the phone, and said indifferently, “Hello, Director Guo, do you have anything to do with me?”

Hey, hello, Director Wen, I just want to discuss with you about going to Wenheng Mountain to record the program, can you add a few more places? “

The opposite side was silent for a while, and the muscles on Guo Zheng’s face were almost frozen with laughter. It was funny to say that he was almost thirty years old. He had come and gone in the wind and rain, and he had seen all kinds of people.

Only this curator Wen, who has only met once, although his attitude is a little cold and his words are a little less, he can be regarded as gentle and polite, but Guo Zheng can’t understand, obviously he looks younger than himself, but he doesn’t know. Where did that terrifying aura of indifference come from?

Even if there was no reason why he had to wait so hard for someone to let go of Wenheng Mountain this time, Guo Zheng always felt that when facing Curator Wen, he had to be extra careful with his breathing.

Just when Guo Zheng thought there was no show and regretted that he had made Director Wen unhappy, a voice came from the other end of the phone, “Who do you want to add?”

“It’s two old scholars in the archaeological world and their assistants,” Guo Zheng was overjoyed when he heard the reply, and hurriedly replied.

“Okay, if there is nothing else, then see you again.” The voice was still indifferent, but at this moment Guo Zheng sounded like the sound of heaven. He hurriedly said hello and waited for the other side to hang up first.

After wiping the sweat off his head, Guo Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately called Tao Hua and Yu Cheng back, emphasizing that only one assistant could be brought in. The original shooting team had suppressed the staff as much as possible while ensuring the quality. .

The chief director has made repeated orders and must pay attention to his words and deeds. Director Wen’s background is unfathomable, and he wants to connect with her to truly open her private museum to the public.

Although some people on the Internet have speculated that Wen Hengshan will be officially opened, the real situation is clear to them in the industry, and this matter is not yet finalized.

On the other end, Wen Lin hung up the phone, temporarily put down the paintbrush in her hand, brooded on her forehead, and suddenly felt a little sad. It has been almost seven hundred years, the dynasties have changed, and history is ruthless.

It has been more than 60 years since the last time I returned to China, and this time, I plan to stay longer and meet the descendants of an old Queen Ma.

When they arrived in Daming at the beginning of the year, they met Zhu Yuanzhang and Queen Ma, who were out of the palace in commoner clothes, and at the same time opened up trade routes between the East and the West.

As recorded in later history books, they were a loving husband and wife, and their husband and wife were deeply in love.

When Wen Lin and Vicia were invited to live in Yingtianfu, Queen Ma often played with them in plain clothes, and they had a good relationship in private.

For this friendship, Wen Lin and Vishiya hanged themselves in the coal mountain in Chongzhen, leaving behind a death edict, “I will die without a face to see my ancestors, I will remove my crown, cover my face with hair, and not hurt a single person.” On the occasion, he took the risk and rescued Zhu Cijiong, the third son of Chongzhen.

For hundreds of years after that, Wen Lin and Vicia no longer had deep friendship with the world.

The treasure map left by Mrs. Gunneville is as predicted by Wen Lin. There are spare energy sources in the Metaverse. Relying on these energy sources, she and Vicia can live for at least ten thousand years. In a sense, They are immortals.

The price of immortality is to be stripped of history, to be alone and own.

The most basic principle of using the Metaverse is not to overly influence the development trajectory of historical civilization, otherwise it will be countered by the Metaverse itself.

The afternoon sun was warm, and through the thick leaves sprinkled on Wen Lin’s face like broken gold, Vicia walked in quietly.

Seeing Wen Lin in a trance looking at the Ming Changdao on the shelf, without saying a word, Vicia already guessed what she was thinking.

At first, Wen Lin was worried that when they had endless time, Vicia would find it difficult to get used to it, but now it seems that Wen Lin is more affected.

Spring flowers and autumn snow, grass, trees, mountains and rocks, old age… Except for each other, everything else is old in the erosion of time, and it is inevitable to be sad.

Vicia put her hand on Wen Lin’s shoulder and asked her softly, “Zhu Mingyuan sent an invitation over here. On the 15th of this month, do you want to come and have a look.”

Zhu Mingyuan is Zhu Cijiong’s grandson of unknown generations, and their business in China is handled by the Zhu family.

However, although they have close business contacts, the Zhu family has never seen them except Zhu Mingyuan who met Wen Lin and Vicia once when he was a child.

“Well,” Wen Lin saw Wei Shiya, her eyes instantly vanished, she pulled her to sit down with a smile on her face, and leaned over, “it’s better to stay in China for a little longer this time. , try a more lively little day.”

Seeing Wen Lin’s happy mood, how could Visiah say no, she nodded, and then took the brush on the side and followed Wen Lin’s composition.

During their time together, they learned a lot of things together, such as carving, painting, embroidery, musical instruments… and even modern fencing, skiing, rock climbing, etc. If they are interested, they will learn to try.

Maybe it’s because they’ve been together for too long. For works like sculpture and painting, their styles are the same, and sometimes they don’t even know who made them.

From Wen Lin’s point of view, Vicia’s back is straight, and the pale golden sunlight outlines the line of her slender and white neck. She leans over slightly and draws the pen, her loose neckline is hidden.

Wen Lin narrowed her eyes, and suddenly approached Vicia, her red lips lightly held her dark blue earrings, and said meaningfully, “Vicia, I want to appreciate plums.”

“Plum appreciation?” There are still three or four months before the earliest plum blossoms in China, and Vicia looked back at Wen Lin suspiciously.

Without going around too much, Wen Lin suddenly leaned over and pressed Vicia on the back of the chair, took the paintbrush in her hand and threw it away. A section of the collarbone was drawn down, neither light nor heavy.

“My custom edible paint, please don’t move, I will let the plum blossoms bloom here.”

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The author has something to say:

Because Jinjiang’s lottery has a time limit, if there is no accident, it should be the lottery next week. At that time, I will write it on the copywriting, and the Jinjiang coins will be fully booked, and then the Weibo will be forwarded to Weibo and followed and commented. (I haven’t posted a Weibo related to the lottery yet, and it will be next week)

Then I will write another chapter to pick up the welfare chapter of the main CP Mid-Autumn Festival~