C1 Accidentally Passed away

Yang Zijiang, Yang Liuchun,

yang Huachou killed the people crossing the river.

The sound of the flute left the pavilion late.

Jun Xiangxiang, I'm Qin.

Fake, it's fake. Fu Tine's mind was filled with these words more than a hundred times. She just couldn't find the words to say. She was not good at antique appraisal, but she could tell at a glance that several experts were identifying fake antiques. How could she say that? However, the handwriting on the silk book was too familiar and familiar. She only needed to glance at it to identify whose handwriting it was.

When she was four years old, Fu Tine still could not hold the brush firmly. Her father hugged her and pointed at the letter, explaining, "What is calligraphy? As the name implies, it is the method of writing. There are thousands of ways to write, and each of them is an art." Fu Tine's childish and clear eyes saw the 'Talisman Seal Script' that her father was proud of. At this moment, Fu Tine, who was twenty-four years old, saw it with her intelligent eyes. It was the 'Talisman Seal Script'.

The Fu Clan's Seal Script was created by the ancestors of the Fu Clan. Its creativity was compatible with all kinds of Seal Script. The main difference was the shape of calligraphy and the god of calligraphy. And these two were precisely the cornerstones of the creation of calligraphy. The Fu Clan's seal book strived to complement hardness and softness in terms of shape. It was round and strong. From a rough glance, it seemed to have some gentleness. After carefully looking at it, one would be able to see that it was 70% spacious and generous. Unrestrained and unrestrained. It just so happened that there was seven tenacity in softness, but there was also nine tenacity in hardness. This unique calligraphy concept was not found in any of the seal books.

The descendants of the Talisman Clan's Talisman Clan were able to copy, and most of them were only on the thread. The character of calligraphy, on the other hand, was not passed down from generation to generation. After that, history evolved too complicated and difficult to write. This absolute art could only be learned by the descendants of the Fu Clan. When it reached Fu Huaisheng's generation, the number of people in the Fu Family was thin and only Fu Tine was the sole successor. As technology changed day by day, the hierarchy between men and women was no longer obvious. Fu Tine was raised like a man.

For thousands of years, the descendants of the Fu family had always been the Head Master of the National Academy. There were countless people who asked for calligraphy, but the Fu Family's seal books were rarely shown to the public. To be precise, excluding the words carved on the antique jade artifacts by their ancestors, in the world, there was absolutely no real Fu Clan seal book.

Calligraphy varied from person to person, and a single invitation could produce thousands of words. There were a hundred versions of a hundred painting books. Each person's understanding of calligraphy was different, and the meaning of the brush was different as well. Those who knew calligraphy could tell the subtle differences at a glance. Fu Tine had been drawing the red characters of her father since she was a child. It was the calligraphy of the Talisman Huaishan. Fu Tine was very clear about its style and character. Even closing her eyes could produce its rhythm.

When she saw the silk book that was treated as a treasure by several country masters, Fu Tine's entire mind became muddle-headed. That, that was clearly her father... No, it could also be said that it was her own Little Seal Script. Fu Tine's lifelong goal was to become a person like her father. She would never be tainted by any of the disdain that Fu Huaisheng had for her father. Fu Huaisheng thought that it was only natural for her to become her true love. Because of this, her own Seal Script and her father's words were enough to confuse the truth. If one was not careful, sometimes even the father and daughter would not be able to tell the difference.

The joy in the courtyard was evident in their expressions. They even began to urge, "Little Ting, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and call Dean Fu."

No! Fu Tine took a step back. No, it was impossible. It was impossible for her father to cheat for a topic. However, the truth was right in front of him. He could not have written the small seal script himself. In this world, only Fu Huaishan's pen could write this silk scroll.

Taking one more step back and one more step back, Fu Tine did not know how many steps she had taken. She could not see the shock and panic on her face. However, the academician in the entire research room was not surprised by her performance, because they were shocked by the well-preserved silk book. A few of them even cried out loud.

The research project of the Fu Si Project was at a bottleneck, and the academics of Dazheng National College fought tirelessly in various kinds of silk. As the saying went, when you were dozing off, you would meet a pillow. However, at this moment, a silk book that was still in perfect condition appeared.

The so-called Fusi Project was basically the life of the historical figure, Fusi. Don't look down on this person. He could be called a famous official of a generation, and he could also be criticized as a useless official of a generation. Talisman Construction, the official who founded the Great Zhou Dynasty, was also a subordinate of Great Zhou. He was once an official who became a doctor, and he was later sentenced to court punishment. Just this part was worth decades of research.

On the weekend, Great Zhou invaded with the power of the country, and the Great Zhou army was defeated. Emperor Zhou Wen was forced to move to the capital, choosing to stay in the lower realm.

In times of crisis, Fu Si was 15 years old and had not been elected as an official. At first, the official position was that of a third-grade 'Pawnkeeper'. In another two years, when the army of the Grand Judiciary arrived at the Lower World City, Fu Si was appointed as the Imperial Censor's ambassador, the Grand Judiciary. A scholar was dealing with the tens of thousands of troops of the Grand Judiciary, and forcefully defended the surrender as peace talks. He helped Emperor Zhou Wen obtain a fiefdom.

After surrendering to the enemy, he became a Rank Two Internal History official, and after three years, he became a Rank One doctor. However, the next year, he suddenly encountered a calamity and caused chaos in his harem. He was called to the Palace for punishment. As a eunuch official, he was still standing in the imperial court and in the harem. As a result, there was a wild history that talked about how the imperial court's founding emperor, the emperor of the Great Zheng Dynasty, who had few heirs, had a hobby of hiding his sleeves. Because of her greed for Fu Si's character, she forcefully sentenced him to court punishment and settled him in the palace.

The emperor of the Orthodox Academy had conquered thousands of miles of mountains and rivers for the empire, but he had died young. After his death, Fu Si had been turned into a useless official. He could not be buried with her. Even so, he was allowed to return to his hometown with riches and honor, and his descendants could become officials in the court. A new system was established in the same year: castrated people were not allowed to become officials! In the same year, Fu si died without any warning.

There were too many secrets related to Fu Si's identity, and it should not have happened. However, after Fu Huaishan became the dean of the National University, as a descendant of the Fu Clan, he did not want his ancestors to be called useless officials. He decided to dig out the root of the problem. After a long period of time, the bystanders realized that this person had a lot of potential to take the exam, so they worked together to create a private topic. The further they went, the greater the research potential they could discover. The entire National Academy was proud of joining Dean Fu's private research project.

The cost of a historical research project was enormous. The Fu Family's national academic family had been illustrious for hundreds and thousands of years, so there was no need to worry about sponsorship. This was because they had spent a large sum of money to receive this silk scroll. It was a fake silk scroll!

Fu Tine's footsteps were unsteady as she walked out and compared this to a blow to Yu Weiying, it was better to make him disappear. Her twenty plus years of love for Confucianism, her father's twenty over years of teaching... No, it shouldn't be like this. The scholarly and refined father in his heart was definitely not such a person.

He should have asked for clarification, and he should have asked for clarification. She took out the phone but did not hold it firmly. Fu Tine hurriedly hooked her body to grab it...