After broadcasting the ancient times live, I handed the system over to the state.

The "Letter After Snowfall"!

Upon hearing this, Wang Xizhi felt an ominous premonition for some reason. Moreover, judging from the tone of the voice on the screen, was his work going to suffer even worse than the previous painting? Would it be stamped with even more seals?

Thinking of this, Wang Xizhi, looking at the painting on the sky, could already foresee the tragic state of the "Timely Clearing After Snowfall" calligraphy, and his brush trembled involuntarily.

“This is the only authentic work of Li Bai’s calligraphy,” Zhu Qinggu pulled up another picture and zoomed in on a part of it. You could clearly see a round, ugly, and very abrupt seal in the middle of the two lines of text. “But it is Qianlong’s seal here.”

Is he involved in this? Li Bai stared wide-eyed at the familiar image on the sky, then saw the seal, and remained silent.

Not only Li Bai, but also Emperor Huizong of Song, looked at the sky. He was initially happy when he heard that his things were highly sought after by a later emperor, but when he saw the miserable state of other things, he could not have imagined the miserable state of his own things.

Emperor Huizong of Song, who had extremely high standards for art, felt a heart-wrenching pain when he saw these red, haphazardly stamped seals on other paintings and calligraphy.

"Because of Qianlong's behavior, many people call him the whirlwind wild boar of the Chinese calligraphy world. He would take any good thing he saw and ruin it. Moreover, he liked to add inscriptions. Some works were not originally that long, but after he stamped them and added inscriptions, they were lengthened considerably."

Zhu Qinggu then pulled up a series of images, including not only "Timely Clearing After Snowfall" but also Zhao Mengfu's "Rider and Horse" and Wang Xianzhi's "Mid-Autumn Festival Calligraphy".

The surface was covered with dense red marks, especially the "Timely Clearing After Snowfall" calligraphy, which was even denser than Zhao Mengfu's paintings at the beginning. Someone under the sky quickly counted them and found that there were more than 150 in total.

The most eye-catching thing is that the character "神" (god) is written in the middle of the "快雪时晴帖" (Timely Clearing After Snowfall).

This forms a stark contrast with the calligraphy by Wang Xizhi below.

Those who love collecting and calligraphy are going to be stunned.

"How could the Qianlong Emperor of later generations be so barbaric!" Emperor Huizong of Song did not find his own work in the picture provided by Zhu Qinggu, but he knew he could not escape his fate!

You can doubt Emperor Huizong's character, but you can't doubt his artistic talent.

Even he became obsessed with crickets during the Qianlong era.

Unfortunately, Emperor Qianlong was too far removed from his time to beat people up even if he wanted to.

Li Shimin also felt suffocated. He also loved calligraphy and even collected Wang Xizhi's "Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion". Seeing another of Wang Xizhi's works being ruined like this, he couldn't help but feel a pang of pain in his heart.

Now, not only is Wang Xizhi's calligraphy being ruined, but even Wang Xizhi's son has not escaped Qianlong's clutches.

"A wild boar! It really is the whirlwind wild boar that Miss Zhu mentioned!" Li Shimin frowned and slammed his hand on the table. Then he went to check on his treasured "Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion". Finding that it was still intact, he was relieved. He decided that he would definitely put the "Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion" in his grave someday!

Even if his descendants dug it up, he would accept it. At least his descendants would respect such treasures and wouldn't be like Emperor Qianlong, a whirlwind of a wild boar, digging and destroying everything in sight!

"As for the claim that Emperor Qianlong was the originator and founder of many delicacies and snacks, it is because Emperor Qianlong liked to travel around, especially to the south. Every time he went out, he spent extravagantly, emptying the local treasury."

"Nowadays, when we go out to eat a hand-pulled pancake or some kind of street food, the vendors will tell a story to attract customers. They will say that the snack was discovered by Emperor Qianlong when he happened to pass by a certain place and found it delicious. He was delighted and that's why the snack spread so widely. Although many of these stories are fabricated, they are still a source of amusement."

Zhu Qinggu couldn't help but laugh when he thought about how he used to go out to eat and see that the paper wrapping the cakes was printed with stories of Emperor Qianlong's travels to the south.

She pulled up some food pictures, and the origins of the snacks posted on carts and in shops were all traced back to Emperor Qianlong's travels to the south.

These delicacies include, but are not limited to—

Beggar's chicken, donkey meat sandwich, wheel cake, Yangzhou dried bean curd strips, pot lid noodles, sweet porridge, four-herb soup...

In addition, there are many other food items that were made up on the spot.

She's practically a living, breathing food ambassador!

Yongzheng: "..."

"Is Jiangnan really that fun?" His cold gaze swept over the young man in front of him, and he slammed several memorials onto Hongli. "Extravagant spending has emptied the local treasury. Is this how you govern the country? Ambitious, arrogant and conceited."

"Neither the late emperor nor I dared to call ourselves the perfect old man, yet you dare to claim that you are?"

Emperor Yongzheng was able to distinguish between what was real and what was fake.

Even though it wasn't explicitly stated on the sky, he could immediately guess that the title of "Perfect Old Man" was self-proclaimed by Emperor Qianlong. Even if it wasn't self-proclaimed, it must have been a hint given to his ministers, much like the extraordinary spectacle of Emperor Zhenzong's Fengshan ceremony at Mount Tai, which prompted them to eagerly go about their duties.

And this artistic aesthetic...

Today, Aisin-Gioro Hongli was severely reprimanded by his father, Emperor Yongzheng.

Hongli just wanted to cry out to the heavens, "Those things were done by Emperor Qianlong behind the scenes. What does it have to do with me, Aisin-Gioro Hongli?!"

However... the sky didn't say that Qianlong's name was Aisin Gioro Hongli, so it seems that Father Emperor still preferred him to inherit the throne.

At this moment, Hongli's little brain started working like crazy.

"Since we're on the topic, let's briefly share a side story, which is still about Emperor Qianlong."

Hongli stole a glance at Zhu Qinggu's sly smile on the sky and wanted to tell her to shut up and stop talking, because she was just adding fuel to the fire!

Yongzheng wanted to continue speaking, but seeing this, he sneered, "Let's see what else you can do."

Emperor Qianlong had his share of antics, but he lived a long life and was known for his mischief.

"Emperor Qianlong always considered himself a leader of the literati. He was busy with political affairs every day, but whenever he had free time, he would write poetry. According to statistics, he wrote more than 42,000 poems in his lifetime, which is equivalent to the total number of poems written by more than 2,000 Tang Dynasty poets," Zhu Qinggu added.

The poets of the Tang Dynasty were in an uproar!

"How much?" Li Bai stared wide-eyed at the sky.

"More than 40,000 poems!" Du Fu was astonished.

"This..." Gao Shi was also surprised. "Did I hear that right? More than 40,000 poems? Could he really be a brilliant and quick-witted emperor?"

"Perhaps I was too one-sided in my judgment of people before..." Ouyang Xiu said with a sigh as he stroked his beard.

Su Zhe shook his head. "When Miss Zhu says something like that, with that tone and expression, it must be a joke."