Chapter 317 Assembly of the First Echelon

In the high-ranking cadres ward in Building 6 of Peking University Hospital, the appearance of soldiers from the three armed forces has long been commonplace.

Even the fact that the chief and second chief doctors personally come to see patients is not surprising.

In this ward, let alone the dean of this hospital.

If necessary, even experts from other cities have to fly over quickly.

But it is the first time to hear that two chief doctors personally took over the eight-person room in the ordinary ward.

According to the traditional customs and professional ethics of the high-ranking cadres ward, who the visitor is and what level of cadres he is must be found out!

Unfortunately, the young nurses at the forefront scouted for a whole night, but they still couldn't figure out what kind of hero this patient Zhang Boju was? And where did he come from?

The more unclear they were, the more they struggled.

Although the head nurse had already warned them seriously,

"Hey, hey, hey,"

Head nurse Yuan knocked the medical record folder in her hand on the nurse's desk: "Don't just ask about useless things, concentrate your thoughts and work seriously. The health of the leaders cannot tolerate any carelessness."

The young nurses smiled embarrassedly when they heard it.

The thin-skinned ones bowed their heads, the naughty ones stuck out their tongues, and used their actions to show that they would not do it again next time.

The head nurse saw that the rectification was effective, so she did not pursue it further.

When she turned around and prepared to leave, she suddenly saw a blue figure coming out of a ward.

"Isn't this Xiao Wang?" The head nurse saw that it was an acquaintance and quickly stopped him: "Why are you here?"

Soldier Wang looked back: "Sister-in-law, why are you here?"

"I'm on duty today," the head nurse of the military wife raised her chin to the ward with bed 5 in the first class: "Xiao Wang, who is the leader in that ward?"

"He is a friend of the chief," Xiao Wang soldier told the truth: "The chief sent me to send some condolences."

"The chief's friend?"

"Yes, it seems to be from the Pujiang Military-District."

"Oh," the head nurse nodded: "I understand."

At the same time, the young nurses standing behind her also nodded, and they also understood.

Snowflakes were fluttering outside, and the heating was whistling inside.

Everyone in the room was staring at Huang Yongyu.

Zhu Jiaqi was the first to praise him: "Yongyu, you are really good at pretending. We asked at your door this morning, but you refused to speak."

Qigong was the most honest: "Yongyu, you still have a way, as smart as you were back then."

Zhang Boju looked at Huang Yongyu, who was stunned on the ground, with a kind face: "Xiao Huang, I am grateful to you for taking care of me this time."

"Do good things without leaving a name?" Wang Shixiang always felt that this was not his style. Was it really a transformation of time? : "Tell us quickly, what kind of relationship did you use? It must be extraordinary, right?"

Only Shen Congwen did not speak in a hurry, and said with satisfaction: "Yongyu, if there is anything in the future, I will definitely find you first."

"Don't do it, you find me, I don't know how to find..."

At this point, Huang Yongyu finally moved: "Let me see what's going on."

Qigong quickly handed over the letter in his hand.

A few heads immediately gathered together.

Hu Yuan and Ma Yuan, who were sitting on the sofa, looked at each other.

Then they all looked forward, all with a look of watching a play.

Five experts and scholars skipped the jargon and went straight to the signature.

Zhu Jiaqi said word by word: "Uncle and nephew Yongyu, this writing is not in accordance with the standard."

Qigong nodded: "It should be uncle and nephew Congwen."

Wang Shixiang was not surprised: "But it doesn't prevent us from understanding it at a glance."

"You don't understand at all..."

Huang Yongyu finished speaking slowly, and raised his head at the same time as Shen Congwen.

Shen Congwen: "Jiangshan!"

"Yes, it must be this kid," Huang Yongyu finally realized at this moment, and his waist was crossed again: "When I called him last night, I just mentioned it casually, but I didn't expect him to... do it!"

Shen Congwen: "He didn't tell you?"

"No, otherwise I would have shouted."

Wang Shixiang nodded, this is like his style: "He is really a good kid who does good things without leaving a name." The key is that he has the ability, it seems that his book should have hope.

"Who is this person you are talking about?" Zhu Jiaqi was confused: "Yongyu, you have such a powerful nephew, why haven't you mentioned it before?"

"I didn't know he could do this," Huang Yongyu changed his hand and continued to put his hands on his waist: "It seems that he has become more capable!"

"Yongyu, your nephew is really amazing," Qigong said with a smile: "Uncle just said a word, and he did it quietly. Such a young man... is rare!"

Zhu Jiaqi asked curiously: "Where is your nephew so successful?"

"Pujiang!"

"Pujiang?" Zhu Jiaqi was surprised: "A young man from Pujiang can reach out to Yanjing?"

"More than that," Wang Shixiang reminded: "Not only can he reach out, but he can also send a comrade from the People's Liberation Army to send a fruit basket to Mr. Zhang!"

After saying this with a smile, Wang Shixiang and the old men standing together were collectively stunned.

The five gentlemen remembered that they actually came to visit the patient today with their arms swinging.

Not to mention the fruit basket, not even a single fruit was brought.

After thinking about it, he turned his head and looked at the fruit basket on the bedside table.

Zhang Boju, lying comfortably on the hospital bed, didn't pay any attention to this matter.

Several old friends not only alarmed Yanjing, but also Pujiang for him.

Thinking about the scene last night, I can't tell how comfortable I feel.

It feels good to be remembered by others!

Seeing their collective gazes, he quickly smiled and said, "You can take what you want to eat, don't force me to do it."

Zhang Boju's wife also reacted: "Yes, yes, you'd better eat all the fruits. Boju and I are old and afraid of the cold."

…

In 1980, Ellsworth Ellsworth, the “godfather of Chinese antiques”, was still a stranger to China.

In the eyes of some historical experts who have seen the world, this American who claims to be "I am a Chinese" is not a big deal at all.

On the second day of the new year, Xu Bangda, who was still busy at Gubo, finally finished his work.

When Hui Zhi Hui Zhi was getting ready to get off work, a young figure ran in outside the window: "Mr. Xu, that American has entered the Forbidden City. Don't you go and take a look?"

"Why should I look at him?"

Xu Bangda, who is nearly 70 years old, is thin and energetic. At first glance, he is an example of someone who can live to be over a hundred years old: "My old brother is sick and I haven't had time to see him!"

After speaking, Xu Bangda looked out the window.

It snows every year and remains the same every year.

As soon as the snow falls, Yanjing becomes Peking and the Forbidden City becomes the Forbidden City.

White snow borders the red wall, accompanying Huabang year after year.

The red walls and black tiles wrapped in silver are as beautiful as a dream and not like the human world.

Xu Bangda never gets tired of looking at this scroll of painting.

He stepped into the snowflakes with a look of enjoyment on his face.

At this moment, An Siyuan, who was frozen in place by the Chinese scenery, was immersed in the Forbidden City like a pilgrim.

Let the cold ice and snow slap randomly on your face.

Just when a tear fell from the corner of An Siyuan's eyes unconsciously.

In the distance, a figure wearing a large cotton-padded jacket and cotton-padded trousers walked slowly past under the red wall against the white snow.

They looked at each other,

Then, one continues to walk, and the other continues to express his emotions.

Little did they know that in the next two or three years, they would both travel around China's Pujiang, Xi'an, Zhengzhou, Dunhuang...

Carry out special work to quickly collect and store cultural relics.

In other words, from this moment on, the collection work has already begun.

…

In the senior cadre ward of Peking University Hospital.

Dean Hu and Dean Ma finally had the real and fake dragon chair fight.

Facing the two cross-border people, Zhu Jiaxin said a few more words this time than before.

Even Huang Yongyu was fascinated by this statement.

"Actually, I didn't spot the fake dragon chair, but I found the real dragon chair."

As Zhu Jiaxin spoke, he started to express his drama: "As for the fake dragon chair, the old people in the Forbidden City knew it was a fake, because it was the bench that Yuan Shikai brought with him when he ascended the throne."

"Huh?" Ma Yuan is young after all and is not as calm as Hu Yuan: "Isn't there a ready-made dragon chair in the Hall of Supreme Harmony? Why doesn't he sit on it?"

"Because even he is a fake," Zhu Jiaxin circled with two fingers:

“The greatest place in the world is none other than the royal palace; the greatest royal palace is the imperial palace; and the greatest imperial palace is the Palace of Supreme Harmony.

Ordinary people know about the Jinluan Palace. In fact, this Jinluan Palace is the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

It is located on the central axis of the Forbidden City and is the place where major ceremonies in the Imperial House are held.

For example: the emperor's enthronement ceremony must be held there..."

Many people think that the Hall of Supreme Harmony is where civil and military officials go to court, but it is not.

Regardless of other dynasties, the office location of the Forbidden City is not inside the palace, but outside the palace.

The scene of meetings in the Hall of Supreme Harmony only appeared in palace dramas of the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

Starting from Emperor Yongle of the Ming Dynasty, the places originally used for discussions were located in the three main halls of the outer dynasties.

Unfortunately, just 100 days after they were opened in the Forbidden City, the three major assembly halls were burned down by a fire.

Therefore, starting from Emperor Yongle, those in the Ming Dynasty went to court at Taihe Gate, and those in the Qing Dynasty went to court at Qianqing Gate.

As soon as you hear the name, you will know that this is a door, not a palace.

To put it more clearly, it means sitting on the platform outside the door for a meeting.

In fact, no matter whether the three main palaces of the outer dynasty were burned down or not, the place where the imperial palace went to court was outdoors.

Because the emperor is the Son of Heaven, discussions must be upright and up to the heaven.

At that time, the Nine-Five Supreme Being will be sitting on it.

All civil and military officials stood below.

No matter it is windy, rainy, or scorching hot or cold, we must maintain this formation.

"There is an old saying in the Forbidden City that the dragon chair is not something that ordinary people can afford. If someone who shouldn't sit sits on it, he will be plagued with troubles and have endless troubles," Zhu Jiasu continued:

"Of course Yuan Shikai has heard this old saying, but what scares him the most is not this sentence, but the thing called the Diaozhu Cave above the dragon chair in the Hall of Supreme Harmony."

"Diaozhu caisson?" Huang Yongyu asked: "What is this?"

Zhu Jiaxin said: "The workmanship of the hanging bead caisson is very exquisite. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is just a chandelier.

But everyone who knows the basics knows that it has two functions, one is to suppress fire, and the other is,

It is said that there is a five-clawed golden dragon with a pearl in its mouth.

As long as a person who seeks to usurp the throne accidentally touches the mechanism of the dragon throne, the dragon will immediately jump out and destroy the false emperor. "

Dean Hu chuckled and shook his head: "Does anyone believe this?"

"Most people will definitely not believe it, but Yuan Shikai has a guilty conscience. After all, as an emperor, he has done something unjust and unjust," Zhu Jiasu said with a smile:

"In his opinion, the hanging bead caisson should be a mechanism connected to the dragon chair.

If you don't know the secret, once you touch it, you won't be sure it will be destroyed.

After much deliberation, he felt that it was okay not to sit on the dragon chair.

Isn't it just a dragon chair? You can spend your own money to make another one.

So, the golden dragon chair in the Hall of Supreme Harmony was replaced by a chair that was neither Chinese nor Western, neither fish nor fowl. "

When the time came to 1959, the Forbidden City learned that the dragon chair on the Golden Palace was actually a substitute.

I immediately decided to remove the fake ones and restore the real ones.

But most people in the Forbidden City have never seen what a real dragon chair looks like.

At this time, the leader of Gubo called Zhu Jiaxin over and gave him the important task of finding the lost dragon chair.

After receiving the task, Zhu Jiaxin quickly found an old photo from 1900 at home.

With this photo, I searched everywhere in the huge Forbidden City.

Finally, I found this dragon chair among a pile of broken old furniture.

However, due to disrepair and long-term storage, the original golden dragon chair has long since become disfigured.

Therefore, Gubo handed over the task of repairing the Dragon Throne to Zhu Jiaxin.

"After that, I summoned several first-class craftsmen, and it took three years to put the dragon chair back where it belongs."

"Three years?" Hu Yuan knew that every job was not easy, but he didn't expect that it would take three years to build a dragon chair: "It's really not easy!"

"Repair the old as before, otherwise it's better to redo it," Zhu Jiaxin said: "But many old objects from the past are gone. It took me a long time just to find the raw materials to repair the dragon chair."

Huang Yongyu knew that it was not easy, but he was even more curious now: "After the chair was made, you didn't sit on it?"

Three years, what opportunities there are!

"I don't dare to sit down," Zhu Jiazhu waved his hand simply: "You dare?"

Huang Yongyu really thought about it for a while, and then said: "I don't dare either!"

Everyone in the room laughed.

Amidst the laughter, the door of the ward was knocked.

Then, thin Xu Bangda walked in with his waist straight.

Looking at everyone in surprise: "You are all here!"

Wang Shixiang: "Hey, Xu Banchi is here."

Zhu Jiaxin: "If you are not on duty at the Forbidden City, why are you here?"

Qi Gong: "Have you finished sorting out the box of paintings?"

Facing the interrogation, Xu Bangda is still me. He just wants to ask: "Brother Boju, you gave me a good meal!"

At this moment, the first echelon of our country's cultural relic experts were basically gathered in the first-class 5-bed high-level ward.

This group of calligraphy and painting cultural relic appraisal experts is by no means comparable to the appraisal experts of later generations.

The calligraphy and painting experts of later generations could neither call nor draw.

But these people in the room are different.

Not only are they good with their eyes, they are also good with their hands.

It’s really the perfect time to start appraising calligraphy and painting.