Chapter 788 He is Emperor Yin [1 more]

  Both of them have personally experienced history, and it would be perfect for a historical dialogue variety show like "Great Xia 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, 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 ordered the propagandists to start a new round of publicity on the entire network.

   Director Qin thought happily.

   Waiting for the new issue of "Great Xia Treasure·Yinhuang Chapter" to come out, it must be scary no matter what.

  **

  Here, Si Fuqing and Yu Xiheng left Daxia Terrace and embarked on the road to Qianjunmeng.

  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.

  She really couldn't write down the history she personally experienced.

   Only after being guessed by Yu Xiheng, she can continue talking along the topic he raised.

  Yu Xiheng suddenly called her: "Qingqing."

  Si Fu tilted his head up: "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 are some injuries, 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 for Ji Chunyuan to practice the art of yin and yang and five elements, so as to turn the disaster of the Ji family into safety and protect the people of Dongzhou from danger forever.

  Big Xia's luck has been restored, all this is worth it.

  Yu Xiheng's lips were slightly pursed, and he touched her head gently: "I don't want you to get 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 in 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 is impressively in the center, and the whole body exudes an aura of joy.

  Si Fuqing raised his eyebrows, and said unhurriedly: "No wonder His Majesty never enters through this gate when entering the Qianjunmeng. It turns out that once he enters, his identity will be exposed."

"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 over.

   Miraculously, the Longque sword did not go away from her hand, but stayed safely in her palm.

  She could feel the blade of the sword trembling slightly.

  Yu Xiheng smiled: "The dragon bird is greeting you."

  Si Fuqing touched it again, blinked: "It's so sweet."

   "According to what you said, Longque followed me to conquer the world and 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 twitched her brows slightly: "I don't have a predetermined personality, I can change whatever the girl thinks of me."

   "Ninth Brother, I want 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 speaking, she said meaningfully: "You really even changed the handwriting."

  If it weren't for this, 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 do you write?"

  Si Fuqing said slowly: "Some words for Wen Changyi."

  **

  Great Xia Dynasty.

   It's the scorching 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.

   Provoking Wen Changyi's poetry, he immediately wrote a lot of poems.

  When he was writing a poem on the boat, the boards of the boat rang.

   Looking up again, there is already a figure on the boat where one person lives alone.

  When Wen Changyi saw Si Fuqing, he blinked first, and then said with a smile: "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 said this sentence, he would only think it was trying to deceive him.

   But the young man in front of him is different.

   is the future man.

  Wen Changyi barely regained consciousness, 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 is 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 a three-foot sword to make his achievements in the world, but his poems will remain in history for thousands of years, so there is no regret. 】

  One short sentence shocked Wen Changyi.

  He looked over and over again, his fingers trembling: "This word is Your Majesty..."

  No... Absolutely impossible!

   It has been two years since Emperor Yin passed away.

  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 it is clearly Yinhuang's character!

  In an instant, Wen Changyi thought of many things.

  He raised his head suddenly: "You went to find Your Majesty first, and then you came to me, so 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 Fu tilted open the game cabin, stretched himself: "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 his eyebrows: "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 came back to his senses: "President Gu's phone call."

   Si Fu tilted and pressed the hands-free button.

   "Teacher, great news!" Gu Huiyan's beaming voice came from 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 worthy of being a loyal fan of His Majesty Yinhuang, and wrote 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?

  Would she do that?

  Si Fuqing said euphemistically: "Director Qin, maybe you can have another guess?"

   "Another guess?" Qin Dao was stunned, "Oh, so you threatened His Majesty Yinhuang to give it to you? Remember to return it."

  Si Fuqing again: "..."

   No more explanations, the more you explain, the more confusing you 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: "I'm about to be hunted down by the student party again."

   On the other side, the screenwriter was very surprised: "Mr. Yu's script means to let Mrs. Si dress up as a man?"

   Good morning~

   Drop the horse, let her drop!

  

  

  (end of this chapter)