I became famous for broadcasting my life as a social animal to different dynasties

As the enthusiastic countdown came to an end, the Bird's Nest sprayed out all kinds of gorgeous fireworks, and people from all dynasties cheered.

Although the emperor and his ministers did not cheer, their expressions could still not hide their excitement.

Only Qianlong was defeated again!

His Qing Dynasty was not bad, so why didn’t it have such a celebration!

However, everyone's attention was focused on the sky, and no one cared about his emotions.

In the gymnasium, the lights came on, and the emperor, his ministers, and the common people could clearly see the team beating the drums.

Enthusiastic faces, uniform drum-beating movements, and they are reciting "The Analects of Confucius"!

It is a great pleasure to have friends coming from afar~~

Late Spring and Autumn Period.

"Master! These are your words!" Confucius' disciples shouted excitedly!

"People in later generations will still remember you. They have never forgotten you!" Some disciples even burst into tears.

After watching the sky curtain of later generations for so long, they seldom saw anything about Confucianism. But in today's much-anticipated ceremony, at the very beginning, people of later generations used Confucius' words to welcome the distinguished guests from afar!

Confucius smiled and said, "It's my pleasure."

"Master! Master!!" Compared to Confucius' calmness, his disciples burst into tears.

In the sky, huge fireworks footprints appeared above the brightly lit city, moving step by step towards the Bird's Nest Stadium along the central axis of the capital.

"Incomparable! Incomparable!!" Li Shimin exclaimed repeatedly.

Li Chengqian was captivated by the dreamy five silver rings on the ground. They were so beautiful.

The five rings also appeared in the sky yesterday, and seemed to be a unique symbol of this kind of celebration, but this one is still the most beautiful!

Are those dots of light the stars in the sky?

Then, a woman in the image of a flying fairy descended from the sky, adding color to the five silver rings. Then, in his gradually widening eyes, five rings like starlight slowly rose from the ground.

There was thunderous cheering from the audience.

Li Chengqian was stunned.

At this moment, a sharp scream startled him. Li Tai jumped up and rushed to the other end of the sky curtain. Li Shimin was quick to grab his collar and lifted him up.

"Hey, hey, put me down! Aye, put me down!" Li Tai kept struggling in the air with his limbs like a kitten with its fur standing on end.

"Qingque, what are you going to do!?"

"I want to fly up! I want to see the sky! Aye, I'll pick a star for you from those five circles!"

"Enough! Calm down! That's the afterlife, you can't go there!"

Upon hearing this, Li Tai's eyes widened, then his mouth pursed, and he walked to Li Chengqian with a wronged look on his face.

Li Chengqian touched his lowered head.

Zhao Kuangyin seemed to see the powerful future through this magnificent scene. He turned to Zhao Pu and said, "My dear, how can we become as powerful as the future? Even if we cannot be as powerful as the future, I don't want the Song Dynasty to be seen as such a cowardly and humiliating country in the eyes of future generations!"

Zhao Pu said firmly: "Your Majesty, we now have the Sky Curtain. We know things that are impossible to know. Change is absolute! I am willing to sacrifice my life for the prosperity of the Song Dynasty!"

Zhao Kuangyin quickly helped him up: "I believe you!"

After the five rings rose, a little girl in a red dress and twin ponytails appeared on the stage, surrounded by children wearing various ethnic costumes.

As the little girl sang, children of all nationalities gathered around the red flag and entered the venue.

The people of all dynasties exclaimed: "That's our national costume!"

“This one’s ours!”

"And us!"

"It's so beautiful. Our clothes are still so beautiful in the future!"

Some elderly people even had tears in their eyes and said yes repeatedly.

Kublai Khan's eyes instantly locked on the child in Mongolian clothing, and then he smiled: Great, we have descendants!

Zhu Yuanzhang was so excited that he felt that this great ceremony would surely go down in history!

The honor guard took the red flag with upright posture and marched towards the flag-raising platform holding the flag high.

Everyone stand up, raise the national flag, and play the national anthem!

The emperors and ministers of various dynasties immediately began to whisper to each other: "Are those five circles really made up of stars?"

“If only I could see it up close!”

“Why do we need children for such an important occasion? What if the children get out of control?”

"Let's make more of that jar, let's make copper ones. Copper can be passed down to future generations without being easily corrupted. People in later generations seem to like our things very much!"

"Yes, yes, we should leave more good things for future generations!"

The people remained silent during the national anthem.

Only a few people sang along devoutly in their hearts.

Kangxi had his eyelids drooped and seemed to be dozing off.

Qianlong covered his ears, as if he could not hear anything like that.

He actually wanted to cover everyone's ears, but he knew that he couldn't do it, so he could only cover his own ears.

After the national anthem was sung, the emperor and his ministers stopped discussing and looked at the sky.

A paper-making craftsman appeared in the sky.

Ying Zheng hurriedly shouted: "Li Si, write it down quickly! Is this... is this cloth? No, that's not right, it's not cloth!"

"Brush! Paper? What is paper?"

Li Si saw the key point: "Your Majesty, this paper can be written on! And looking at the paper above, it is lighter than bamboo slips and more convenient!"

"Did you write it down?"

"I've got it down! I'll have the craftsmen try to make it now!"

"ASAP!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Li Si hurriedly gave the order.

Other dynasties also wrote down this short section about paper making. After all, paper made with later technology must be better than today’s!

In the Tang Dynasty, Li Bai looked at the sky with a smile: pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and elegant piano sounds, this is our tradition and our cultural identity!

No matter how many years have passed, the cultural bloodline of our ancestors still flows in every generation.

This is inheritance!

Inherited from the same lineage, forever!

At this moment, a huge glowing scroll suddenly appeared in the darkness, and the familiar auspicious cloud patterns silently told every ancient person that this was their future generations!

The scroll slowly unfolds, the piano sounds leisurely, and the ink is soaked.

Everyone from all dynasties was shocked by this scene and was speechless for a long time.

They never imagined that the ordinary scrolls in their daily lives would become so dreamy and beautiful in the hands of later generations.

Some scholars stroked the scroll in their hands and shed tears.

He had a vague idea of ​​what civilization was.

At this time, a dancer in black was painting on a blank scroll with her body, leaving undulating and swirling ink lines on the scroll along with her graceful dance moves.

The pianist's music nearby is so elegant that it makes people forget their sorrows.

Someone with sharp eyes shouted, "Ancient Relics! It's Ancient Relics!"

"What a good piece! People in later generations can actually play the zither well, but why are there so few of them? This is the first time I've seen someone in later generations play the zither! It seems that Miss Zhou doesn't know how to play the zither either."

"Yes, don't they need to learn a lot of books in the future? Why don't they want to learn music, chess, calligraphy and painting?"

"I think that schools in the future should also include the study of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. What our ancestors have passed down from generation to generation must be the best!"

"That's right. If we are picked next time, I will definitely give Miss Zhou some advice."

Except for the center position of the dancer, various cultural symbols appear continuously in other places of the scroll.

"A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains! Isn't that the A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains that you painted?" Someone excitedly pushed Wang Ximeng beside him.

The handsome young man was startled for a moment, then smiled and bowed deeply to the sky: "It is my honor, Mr. Wang."

The scholars were excited this time: Look, not only good poems can be passed down through the ages, but good paintings can also be passed down through the ages! !

Those who had talent for painting immediately abandoned the imperial examinations and devoted themselves to studying painting.

As the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains painting unfolded, the paper in the center actually floated up!

Thunderous cheers broke out in the audience again.