I really don't want to be a star

On the stage, Zhang Guoli stood in the center of the stage, dressed in a blue suit, looking at the audience underground.

The executive director on the headset is preparing to schedule, and the well-organized audience is looking at the stage.

Several camera positions glowed red, staring at the center of the stage.

As the stage of CCTV, it has always been a sub-venue for major festivals and evenings. Whether it is scene special effects, lighting, etc., it is the highest level in China.

A beam of light hit Zhang Guoli, holding a hand card, and introduced in a heavy voice.

"Next, we will invite Su Zijin, the guardian of our national treasure."

Dazzling lights came from the lights behind and staggered on the stage. Su Zijin stepped out from the aisle behind the crowd, took out the crystal that represented his identity, and placed it on the counter.

Standing at the front of the stage, watching the lights gradually slow down, the cheers of the crowd below came bursts.

Su Zijin smiled and bowed slightly.A few large characters of National Treasure are laid out behind it, and the light and shadow under the feet project a solemn red carpet.

"I am Su Zijin, the guardian of the national treasure. The national treasure I want to protect is called various glazed vases."

Su Zijin was wearing a neat suit and stood on the stage full of energy to explain the origin of this national treasure.

"This is a large vase of various glazes that amazes the world, also known as porcelain mother, 86 centimeters high, also known as porcelain mother..."

Su Zijin narrated this line that had been prepared long before she took the stage, with a solemn but not dull expression. With her excellent line skills, the past and present of the mother of porcelain came one by one in cadence.

Many girls below saw Su Zijin's voice, their eyes were slightly excited.Today, I was able to see my beloved star again, and after returning home, I could brag with my old friend for a lifetime.

Everyone stared at Su Zijin's masculine cheeks, as if they forgot what they were talking about.

"I am Su Zijin, and I will lead you to the past and present of the national treasure..."

As the lights dimmed, Su Zijin gradually stepped off the stage and changed into costumes, and the prop group on the stage installed props on it.

The audience below were all looking forward to Su Zijin's appearance, raised their heads underground, and stared at the stage.

I hope to see that figure. After the laying of the props is over, the lights of the audience are blurred. Everyone cheers up and knows that it is about to start.

Countless Chinese characters on the screen behind him surged like a tide on the blue background, and gradually eased with the screen.

On the pitch-black stage, a ray of light hit Zhang Guoli, and a calm voice came out.

"The story happened during the Qianlong period. Qianlong was one of the most famous emperors in Chinese history. He was not only skilled in martial arts and martial arts, but also extremely accomplished in art... One year, Qianlong had an idea. He wanted to make a collection of historical Dacheng's porcelain, it's difficult to destroy everyone..."

After the outline of the story was finished, the light on Zhang Guoli's head gradually went out.

After the entire audience dimmed, the picture gradually surfaced.

In the Shang's study room, the screen with carved beams and painted buildings fell behind him, and several attendants followed the case's movements, not daring to relax for a moment.

Su Zijin was wearing a dragon robe, sitting slightly on the mat, with a mountain of memorials in front of him.

Picking up the pen and dipping in the ink, flipping through the densely packed text on the memorial, scanning it up and down, lingering in my heart, I picked up the pen and wrote a quasi-character at the end.

The attendant next to him immediately took the memorial away, and Su Zijin looked up at the official.

"How is the china prepared?"

The majestic voice made the officials tremble, and they bent down and dared not look at Shengyan.

"Long live God calm down, this porcelain will take some time..."

"Success or no success?"

Su Zijin was buried in the memorial, as if Wuxin stopped the brush in his hand and glanced up.

The officials below showed embarrassment, hesitated, gritted their teeth and moved their hands, their voices trembled.

"There are seventeen kinds of glaze colors for this porcelain, among which the craftsmanship is complex and the molding is difficult...Even though the craftsmen wear stars and wear moons, until today, only seven kinds have been developed."

"That's why it won't work?"

Hearing this, the startled official trembled, raised his head slightly but did not dare to look at each other.

"It's not impossible..."

"How is that?"

Su Zijin put down the memorial in his hand and looked at the officials below.

thump...

The official knelt on the ground immediately, and the floor was pounding, almost forgiving.

"Long live, it is really too difficult to manufacture these seventeen craft colors...and"

"And what?"

Su Zijin's patience had been worn out, and he raised his eyes and said impatiently.

The official gritted his teeth and decided to speak out even at the risk of beheading, otherwise the sullenness in his heart would be difficult to resolve.

"And these seventeen kinds of crafts are really common. They don't conform to the simple and elegant style. Since Emperor Shengzuren, porcelain has been simple and elegant. Nowadays, these seventeen kinds of colors are gathered in one family. Isn't it a bad custom? Let the world laugh at you?"

"Joke, how vulgar and elegant?"

Su Zijin stood up, his eyes were calm but not angry, looking down at the official, but his face was strange, and he sat down again with a sigh.

"Forget it, your business is... what does this vulgarity and elegance matter to you?"

"Take care of the errands quickly, some time will be delayed..."

The official breathed a sigh of relief, but complained in his heart when he left the hall.

Since ancient times, the style of simplicity and elegance has been passed down in the world. What's the use of the emperor wanting this vulgar thing, it's just a joke...

The official shook his head and walked out of the hall.

Su Zijin was in front of the chopping board, looking at the memorial, all of which were criticizing his own vulgarity as a waste of money and not in line with the dignity of the emperor.

When he mentioned the cinnabar pen, he snorted coldly and wrote "no" on it.

Throwing the memorial down casually, there are already more than a dozen memorials scattered on the ground.

Su Zijin closed his eyes, his mind was full of what officials, big and small, were saying.

"Your Majesty, this vulgar thing was originally used by poor and lowly peasants. When will the royal family use it?"

"Since ancient times, simplicity and elegance have been the essence of porcelain. The emperor now has the power of the whole country, which violates the ancestral precepts."

"emperor……"

The shouts of the officials lingered in my ears, and it seemed that countless figures appeared in the Shang's study, with different expressions.

Wearing a red hat with a crane top on his head, and wearing a unicorn robe, he pointed at himself with determination and said angrily.

Could it be that I have fallen into that vulgar style?
After reviewing many memorials, Su Zijin laughed from them.

What Wan Fu said is that I don't follow the ancient customs and don't follow the ancient precepts.But does anyone know why I am?
The lights are shining brightly, illuminating the room, the willow heads are on the moon behind, and the wind is rustling.

The warriors with spears outside the gate stood guarding the gate with firm faces.

There is a row of beasts of different shapes outside the house, the bright moon is shining brightly above the head, and the lights of thousands of houses in the Forbidden City are faltering.

Qianlong, played by Su Zijin, was half asleep and half awake, suddenly heard a gust of wind push the door open and creaked, and looked up.

One person was wearing coarse clothes, holding a writing brush upside down, he seemed to be an old man in the mountains with white beard and hair, but at this moment he stared angrily, and saw him scolding.

"You are an unreasonable and mediocre gentleman, you have turned your back on the customs of your ancestors and admired the vulgar style. After a hundred years, you will definitely be punished by those words!"

Su Zijin smiled contemptuously. He is an ordinary person in the world again, so he doesn't understand my thoughts.

That's all, it's convenient for him to argue today.

"How vulgar? He Ya?"