The rain in the Qin Dynasty was even heavier than today.
The First Emperor stood in the rain, looking like a chicken in soup. However, his backbone was Qin He's backbone.
Mr. Su's figure gradually faded in the wind and rain.
But Ying Zheng was still standing in the rain.
His expression was stubborn and arrogant.
When the audience saw this scene, their emotions churned and they could not calm down for a long time.
He was the most powerful emperor of Huaxia, with a strong personality, stubbornness, and extreme behavior.
"That's amazing. I love 'Classic China.' It must be to increase the credibility of the entire show, so the director specially added this rain scene at the end!”
"My personal evaluation is that this scene of Qin Shihuang crying in the rain at night is no less infectious than the previous scene of Qin Shihuang's Three Questions. Because I felt that even though I was hot-blooded, it was still just a conversation and a show.”
"But it wasn't until the rainy night when Qin Shi Huang cried and laughed in the rain and stubbornly made a bet with Su Chen that this show had a soul!”
"Yeah, I feel the same way.”
"The First Emperor knew that he definitely couldn't destroy the future of history. He couldn't bear to! Especially after seeing the prosperity of Huaxia in the future, the hatred of the First Emperor made him wish he could live for another 2,000 years and witness everything with his own eyes. How could he disturb history!”
"All he can do is make a bet with Mr. Smith, a prank that spans two thousand years! A stone figurine of Mr. Su that would not matter even if history was changed.”
"When the tomb of the First Emperor is opened, we will know whether history will change and whether there is a stone figurine of Mister Su beside the First Emperor.”
In the image!
The First Emperor, Ying Zheng, looked at the heavy rain.
He was alone in the empty hall of Xianyang Palace. How lonely.
Lonely.
I.
An emperor was ultimately a widow.
He looked up at the sky.
In the sky, drops of rain fell.
The millions of audience members seemed to have been drenched in this heavy rain along with Ying Zheng.
Five thousand years in China had been turbulent, and time flew by.
All of a sudden, all the audience members had mixed feelings.
Suddenly, Su Chen's comforting and historical voice slowly sounded.
"In the past five thousand years, there have been countless ancient Chinese books.”
"Every book contains the blood, sweat, and wisdom of our predecessors.”
"Conversation with the sages."
"It's a collection from China."
As soon as he finished speaking, Su Chen continued walking down the long corridor.
It was as if he had walked like this since ancient times, crossing thousands of years.
The pillars of the corridor were painted red, purple curtains lined up, and the stone bricks were thick.
On the side of the pillar, rows of bronze cranes hung their heads or spread their wings.
"I am Su Chen."
"Passing on the teachings of a thousand years, reigniting the eternal lamp, starting from my generation.”
The screen gradually turned black, and then the signal flickered, changing into a snowflake background.
The pilot program did not have any previews for the next episode, nor did it have any follow-up programs to follow up with. There would also not be any last-minute advertisements.
……
In the dark studio hall.
Su Chen was drenched.
The black tunic suit had been drenched by the heavy rain 2,000 years ago, and it looked especially heavy on him now.
Every drop of water on his body was mixed with the dust of history.
He let out a long sigh of relief.
Even though he had made some preparations before he passed through the Great Qin Empire, he had never expected that after meeting Qin Shihuang, the emperor from 2,000 years ago would have such a huge impact on Su Chen.
If you want to move others, you must first move yourself.
Su Chen's emotional fluctuations in this hour were no less than any of the audience.
How could he not feel his blood boiling, and how could he not feel extremely fortunate!
"Director Liu should be able to convince the station's leaders with such a program's effect.”
Su Chen turned off the control keys on the computer beside him. All the cameras in the studio hall were turned off, and the lights were turned on.
On the pitch-black stage.
The seats of the three hundred or so spectators were empty.
Among all the variety shows, historical shows were the minority of the minority.
There were even some variety show forums that sold drugs and scammed people. They were even more popular than historical shows.
However, Su Chen's wish now was to complete the variety show "China's Collection" alone.
Just like the program's purpose, it was to talk to the sages and relight the eternal lamp.
Even if there were only 10,000 viewers watching the trial broadcast this time, with 10% of them willing to give good reviews, Su Chen felt that the heavy rain today was not in vain.
"Eh…"
He wanted to walk down the stage alone to change his clothes, but he realized that he still had something in his hand.
"This is the sword of the First Emperor, I forgot to return it to Ying Zheng just now!”
Only then did Su Chen realize that he had borrowed the Ancestral Dragon's sword to split apart the ages and lead the First Emperor to survey the rivers and mountains of the future. This sword had always been in his hand!
Qin Shi Huang's sword! She should have been buried with him in the Li Mountain First Emperor's mausoleum!
He observed the sword up close again.
The more Su Chen looked, the more shocked he became.
Records of the Historian, Li Si's Biography flashed through his mind.
"Today, His Majesty has given us the jade of Mount Kun, the treasure of easy-going, the pearl of the bright moon, and the sword of Taia!”
This should be one of the ten famous swords in history, the Taia Sword?？
This crazy idea scared Su Chen.
"That's not right."
However, he knew that he was wrong.
The Taia Sword was the supreme treasure of the Chu Country, forged by Ou Yezi and Gan Jiang. Ying Zheng only obtained this sword after the Chu Country was destroyed.
According to what happened in the hall of Xianyang Palace.
The Taia Sword should be in the Sword Pool behind Qin Shihuang, which was filled with a cold aura.
It was one of the Loser's Swords.
"As the sword of the King of Qin, this sword must be the legendary Lulu Sword.”
Su Chen was familiar with history, so he naturally knew.
The Lulu Sword was the sword of the previous Qin Kings and the personal sword of the First Emperor's Ancestral Dragon. Legend had it that the God of Slaughter, Baiqi, and the assassin, Jing Ke, had all died under this sword.
Of course, it was only a legend.
It was recorded in historical records that Jing Ke died at the hands of the King of Qin's guards.
However, history was long. Who could verify this matter?
Su Chen stroked the sword.
As he traveled through time and space, the hilt of the sword was still rusted, but the body of the sword was still cold.
Su Chen sighed and put away his sword.
This sword was the Ancestral Dragon's sword, so Su Chen had to keep it.
Just the preciousness of this sword was not something that could be measured with money.
He changed out of his wet clothes and carefully wrapped the Lulu Sword.
Just as he was about to leave the recording studio, he realized that his pocket was vibrating.
Su Chen was stunned when he picked up his phone!
What was going on?
In just an hour.
47 missed calls.
There were a total of 62 unread messages.
"Could it be that there's a problem with the program's trial broadcast?”
Su Chen's heart sank. If there were some technical reasons that prevented the live broadcast of all the scenes just now, wouldn't his efforts be in vain?
He immediately picked up the phone and called back.
"Director Liu, my program's trial broadcast…"
Director Liu's voice came from the other end of the phone."Su Chen, don't say anything. Put everything down. The entire leadership of the Central TV Station, 45 leaders, are all waiting for you!”
Su Chen put down the phone and felt uneasy.
"No way. Did I get into trouble during the live broadcast just now?？”
……
At the same time!
The entire CCTV building was brightly lit at 1 AM!
Countless phones rang, and everyone who was called back to work was extremely busy.
"What's going on? Just one episode!"
"Shi Huang is unparalleled! Long live China, the show is too good. Can it be broadcasted ten episodes a day? I'll pay more!"
"CCTV's dad, you guys aren't being honest. You guys secretly hid and broadcasted such a kind of program without even a trailer. Do you believe that our audience will report you?”
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