Chapter 58 Fourteen Years Ago

Fourteen years ago.

Louvre.

Dream Heart: Eight Years Old.

Going abroad for the first time.

This is my first time to arrange a trip specifically for the museum.

"Dad, the Louvre is so big." Meng Xinzhi started to sigh before even entering the Louvre.

"The Louvre covers an area of ​​198 hectares, enough to accommodate four full-size football fields." Zongji gave Meng Xinzhi a little popular science: "This was once a French royal palace, and more than fifty French people lived there.

The king and queen.”

"The palace?" Meng Xinzhi asked: "Is this the largest palace in the world?"

"Of course not. Not to mention other countries, France itself. The Palace of Versailles we are going to in two days is more than four times bigger than here."

"Ah? Dad! Versailles is actually a palace!" Little Ah Xin was shocked.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the palace?" Zongji was surprised by Meng Xinzhi's surprise.

Back in time fourteen years ago, Versailles was still just a palace, and it had not yet become synonymous with "Versailles literature" of "showing off in a low-key way".

"Isn't Versailles a rose?" Little Ah Xin blinked her big eyes thirsty for knowledge, very much like Zong Yi now.

"Why is it a rose?" Zong Ji touched Meng Xinzhi's head.

Dream Heart's smile makes the glass pyramid of the Louvre eclipse.

Dad's head-touching kill is little Ah Xin's nuclear-powered smile transmitter.

"Didn't I ask Dad last month what he likes best? Dad told me clearly that you like the Rose of Versailles. I was still thinking about when I could buy one for Dad as a birthday gift!"

"Ah Xin, what we discussed at that time was whether to buy comic books for you to read." Zongji reminded Meng Xinzhi to consider the context at that time.

"But dad hasn't bought it for Ah Xin yet, hasn't he?"

"Dad can't talk to your mother... Didn't Ah Xin also express his understanding?"

"Well, Ah Xin listens to dad." Meng Xinzhi pouted: "So didn't dad just change the topic to the Rose of Versailles?"

"Dad told Ah Xin that his favorite comic when he was a child was called "The Rose of Versailles". There was no need to change the topic. Didn't mom not let dad buy comics for you? Then if dad had read them when he was a kid and kept them, he wouldn't have bought them.

Yes, right?"

"Wow! I remembered it." Meng Xinzhi's eyes lit up and said, "Dad, have you found it?"

"Found it out."

"Where is it? Where is it? Dad, when can I see it?"

"Wasn't this confiscated by your mother?" Zongji touched his nose: "The comic book my father read when he was a child. Now I want to buy it, but I don't know where to buy it. Your mother is still young, and we don't get along with each other.

She is generally knowledgeable."

Let’s go back to fourteen years ago. The extravagant, extravagant and extravagant French aristocratic life recorded in "The Rose of Versailles" has not yet become the source of inspiration for "Versailles Literature".

Meng Lan just doesn’t want Meng Xinzhi to read any comics.

Zongji was caught in the middle and was in a bit of a dilemma.

Meng Xinzhi quickly expressed her understanding of the matter and stopped pestering Zong Ji to buy comics for her.

Little Ah Xin knew how to be considerate of her father. She consciously changed the topic: "I almost forgot, there is also the Forbidden City! Our Forbidden City is bigger than the palaces in France, right?"

Zongji considered his words: "The Forbidden City is more than three times larger than the Louvre."

"The Palace of Versailles is more than four times the size of the Louvre, and the Forbidden City is more than three times the size of the Louvre." Meng Xinzhi held up four fingers on her left hand and three on her right hand, and looked back and forth a few times: "Then

Does this calculation mean that the Palace of Versailles is larger than the Forbidden City?"

"Yes, the Palace of Versailles will be slightly larger than the Forbidden City."

"Ah... Dad, does that mean that the palaces in our country are not as big as those in France?"

Meng Xinzhi was very depressed.

Children's competitiveness is sometimes everywhere.

Zong Ji didn't know why Meng Xinzhi suddenly had a strange desire to win.

Since his daughter asked, he naturally would not take it lightly: "That's not it, Ah Xin, our country's palaces are not limited to the Forbidden City."

"Really? Really?" Little Ah Xin asked happily: "Then do we have any palace bigger than Versailles?"

"Yes. Daming Palace."

"What kind of palace is Daming Palace? Is it the palace of the Ming Dynasty?"

"No, Ah Xin, Daming Palace is the palace of the Tang Dynasty."

"Ah? Why is the palace of the Tang Dynasty called Daming Palace and not Datang Palace?" Meng Xinzhi blurted out.

"Ah Xin, didn't you watch "Daming Palace Ci" with your mother last year?"

"Ah? Daming Palace Ci is a palace, not a poem?" Meng Xinzhi recalled the content: "So Daming Palace was a palace built by Wu Zetian?"

"No, but Wu Zetian also works in Daming Palace. Daming Palace was originally called Yong'an Palace. It was built by Emperor Taizong Li Shimin for his father Li Yuan as a palace to escape the summer heat."

"Li Shimin is one of Wu Zetian's husbands, right?"

"Uh..." Zongji was stunned, mainly because he didn't expect eight-year-old Meng Xinzhi to use the term "one of the husbands".

Zong Ji smiled and continued: "He is one of her husbands, that's right."

"Then why did Dad say Daming Palace instead of Yong'an Palace?"

"Because Yong'an Palace had not yet been built, Li Shimin's father left Hexi."

"Riding He to the West?" Meng Xinzhi didn't understand the meaning.

"Dead Qiao Qiao."

"Oh, that's it." Meng Xinzhi digested it for a while, and integrated her limited knowledge to the greatest extent: "Dad, did Li Shimin go to live in Yong'an Palace by himself later, and because there is Ming in his name, so

So it was renamed Daming Palace."

"No, Ah Xin. Li Shimin has never lived in this palace. After his father passed away, he never thought about finishing the palace."

"What happened next? Dad." Meng Xinzhi entered the queue to watch "Mona Lisa". There was a huge black area in front of her, and she couldn't see the side at a glance.

Rather than staring at the black heads, Meng Xinzhi would rather discuss the past and present of the Daming Palace with her father.

"Later, when Li Shimin's ninth son became emperor, he changed the name of Yong'an Palace to Daming Palace. Since then, Daming Palace has officially become the ruling center of the Tang Empire for more than two hundred years."

"Ninth one...Dad, please let Ah Xin think about it. Tang Taizong Li Shimin's son became the emperor...then he is also one of Wu Zetian's husbands, right?"

"Yes, yes." Zong Ji was already dumbfounded. He really didn't know where Meng Xinzhi's statement from [one of her husbands] came from.

After understanding the origin of the Daming Palace, Meng Xinzhi returned to the previous question: "Dad, how big is the Daming Palace?"

"The Daming Palace is as big as 13 Louvres."

Zongji used as vivid language as possible to popularize historical knowledge to Meng Xinzhi.

This laid a solid foundation for the science popularization that Meng Xinzhi later did for Zongyi.

It can be regarded as a family origin.

"Thirteen..." Meng Xinzhi nodded, seeming to understand, but not seeming to understand. She continued to ask, "How about comparing it with the Palace of Versailles?"

Zong Ji helped with a rough calculation: "The Daming Palace is equivalent to 3 Versailles, 4 Forbidden City, 12 Kremlins, 13 Louvres, and 15 Buckingham Palaces."

"Dad, are the five palaces you just mentioned the same as what you told me before, the five largest palaces in the world?"

"No, Ah Xin, among the five major palaces in the world, there is no Louvre we visited today."

"Then after removing the Louvre, what palace will be added?"

Zongji touched Meng Xinzhi's head again, pampering the ends of her hair: "A Xin, we are visiting the Louvre today, why do you keep asking about other palaces?"

Meng Xinzhi curled her lips: "Ah Xin didn't expect to wait in line for so long."

"Who made Ah Xin dream about the most popular [Mrs. Lisa]? Whenever you see the painting "Mona Lisa", you will definitely have to queue up."

"But, queuing is really boring." Meng Xinzhi shrugged her shoulders and blinked, "Why don't dad tell Ah Xin a story about the Louvre."

"Okay, what else does Ah Xin want to hear?"

"Well... apart from being home to more than fifty French kings and queens, does the Louvre have any other features?"

"Well, let dad think about it." Zongji said, "There are 400,000 exhibits in the Louvre. The construction of the Louvre started in 1204."

"When is 1204, dad?"

"Uh...1204..." Zongji was stunned again. The simpler the question, the harder it was to answer: "1204 was the Southern Song Dynasty."

"Ah! It's that very delicious dynasty, right? Ah Xin really liked the Mrs. Song's fish soup that her father and mother made together last week." Meng Xinzhi asked happily: "Sister Song is the Song Dynasty, right?"

"Uh...Sister-in-law Song is not the Song Dynasty..."
To be continued...