001 A Zhao Dahui fell from the sky

Under the rule of Emperor Zhao Ji of Song, on the afternoon of July 14, the fifth year of Xuanhe, a sedan was traveling rapidly through the Bianliang ban.

When the fire broke out in July, the palace, which had no tree, was just a large steamer. The two martial eunuchs carrying the sedan chair were already sweating profusely and were not far from unconscious.

Little did they know that the person in the sedan chair was covered tightly and had already been taken away by someone because of heatstroke.

...

"Ah, I'm so hot!"

When Zhao Daichui woke up, he realized something was wrong.

When he was competing with Biaozi for a girl, he was beaten out of a beer bottle. But no matter how capable Sang Biao is, he can't beat himself up to be "rejuvenated"?

Pinching his pink arms and legs, and touching his tender and smooth face, Zhao Dachui laughed happily and screamed. This was so beaten that he couldn't even recognize his mother!

Just like this little boy wearing gold and silver, it looks so powerful that Zhao Dachui couldn't help but want to thank Biaozi's eighteen generation ancestors.

Just as Zhao Dachui was yy, a synthesized sound rang out: "Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully possessing it."

"Ding, congratulations to the host for opening the famous live broadcast system in history."

I have traveled through time and there is a system. Heaven is really good to me!

But what is this famous thing in history?

Why do you need to make a name happen in history? They are on that street? Is there any festival?

The system explained: "he~tui, you trash! Go and read the instructions yourself!"

Immediately, an explanation appeared in Zhao Dachui's mind:

The host possesses Zhao Dahui and starts the live broadcast at the same time to help Zhao Ji complete the mission that has been remembered in history. After receiving the reward, it can be exchanged for equivalent items to solve the difficulties...

At the same time, on another time and space, a room called "Famous in History" was broadcast on the largest live broadcast platform in Yan Country.

[What the hell, the anchor is too ugly and dare not turn on the lights?]

[Nonsense, it's evening on the anchor, do you want to broadcast live? Hehe...]

【Be an individual upstairs.】

【Damn it, there is nothing left, let’s see which monster affects the deity to overcome the tribulation.】

...

But it turned out that Zhao Dachui had already arrived at the place and walked out of the small steamer inside the big steamer, the broken sedan chair.

Good guy, if he was suffocated to death without even showing his face, he would definitely be the most ridiculous time traveler in history.

Standing in the dazzling sunshine, Zhao Daichui showed eight teeth, looking purely natural and pollution-free, waved his hand to greet the audience: "Hello, I am the popular little anchor Zhao Daichui, I love you."

Not to mention that Zhao Dachui was eight years old at this time, with a blush on his face and two red marks on his mouth. He wore a small golden crown and a bun, a long silk gown with a collar and a jade belt on his waist. He looked very good.

The cool style and evil smile attracted a lot of curses.

[Hammer, I am your little love!]

【Sledgehammer Eighty?】

【Ghost!】

【Bad, it's a costume drama again.】

[I feel sad that such a young child comes out to take on the role! I am paralyzed in bed, thanks to this child...]

[Drink, die].

【Makeup is just rubbish, is it from Japan?】

【Yes, yes, trash is right.】

...

No one who praised Zhao Dachui was so angry that he wanted to turn off the live broadcast, but he couldn't find the button. He could only raise his middle finger hatefully: "You guys wait for me!"

[Oh, this little brat is very angry, beat him up!]

[There is no way to teach children, so ashamed, ashamed.]

[Teaching Sun Wufang, ashamed, ashamed.]

[Teaching great-grandson Wufang, ashamed, ashamed.]

...

But as Zhao Dahui marched and the architectural scenery of the palace gradually appeared in front of the audience, the comments tried to become serious.

【This prop is OK, it is the same as it is.】

【Have you seen it really?】

[I am a student of the famous archaeologist Cai Yunchang.]

【Pooh!】

[Good kid, the teacher is here, come and see you quickly!]

...

This student who was scolded was really a student of Teacher Cai Yunchang. He was attracted by this "famous room number" and came in and took a walk.

Just one glance, I felt that this live broadcast was unique.

That palace and the costumes were definitely not something that any crew could make. It was a fireproof water tank next to the corridor. The style and workmanship were so high-end, very similar to cultural relics.

How much does it cost to film a TV series?

"Teacher, there is a live broadcast room called "History". You can take a look. I feel that the inside has problems, but I can't get it. Please take a look."

A certified V joined the live broadcast room, which shocked the people who were watching the melon.

[Hello everyone, I am Cai Yunchang.]

[I am Cai Yunchang's father... Uh, I'm sorry, sorry!]

【Teacher Cai is really here!?】

【Not fake, right?】

【Ignorance of the people!】

[According to my observation, the decoration here looks very real. Even if it is a high-quality imitation, it is rare to achieve this level. In China, only Lao Jin can do it. I will call him later.]

[No need to ask, I'm here. This is not a fake I made, this is true.] A big v signed by Jin Guosheng spoke.

【Really? Time travel, live broadcast?】

[Teacher Jin likes to joke, he must be teasing us.]

【Not a joke, not a joke, I was not a stolen account.】

[Impossible, it is impossible to do it with the current technological level.]

【How to explain this pile of cultural relics?】

【Fake.】

[Are you saying that the two teachers are wrong? Bah!]

【Same as a pus!】

【I am from the Royal Academy of Sciences.】

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There were too many comments, and Zhao Dahui had no time to read, nor did he reply. He was now being touched by a woman who couldn't figure out his age, and his whole body was itchy.

"Well, it's not bad, it really has the style of King Yan." The woman nodded, "I am really a child of the Zhao family. I have been very good at maintaining it, but my face is a little pale."

The old eunuch next to him laughed and said, "This is caused by applying powder, not because the young master has any hidden diseases. The empress dowager just worry."

"What's your name?" asked the old woman, the queen mother.

"My name is Zhao Daechui."

"Your name? It's really, uh, chic!"

"Just be strong and easy to support. Sister, what's your name?"

No matter how old or old you see a woman calling her sister, it is absolutely true.

The Empress Dowager covered her mouth and smiled: "Naughty. I am old, how can I call myself a sister? In terms of seniority, you should call me sister-in-law. Is your father, Prince Yongjia?"

"Die. It's been more than ten years."

"Uh, how old are you?"

"Me," Zhao Dachui recalled secretly, "You're eight years old, maybe you're nine years old, that doesn't matter. Sister-in-law, you've called me from afar. Is there anything wrong?"

The Queen Mother pondered for a moment, but no answer, and the comments exploded again.
To be continued...