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The surrounding qiē is not much different from before the fire, although there is Nian Shen in front of me, but at this moment, I only feel that my eyes are blurred, I don't know whether the snow is blowing and my eyes are blurred, or the tears surging in my eyes blur my vision, in fact, I can't see his figure at all, only relying on the memory of the past, step by step forward. (Remember the latest chapters of this site for free reading)

As I walked through a long corridor, I turned my head and saw a veranda standing on the other side.

Even there, it hasn't changed.

Nian Shen walked in front, noticed that I was not following behind him, and stopped to look back at me: "Aunt Qing, why don't you leave?" ”

“……”

He looked at me, then at the other side.

Then, as if he understood something.

On the little face, a gloomy look floated.

At this moment, neither of them could speak, but Cai Wei, who didn't know anything about the original incident, gently pulled my sleeve and said in a low voice: "Madam, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is still waiting for you." ”

I turned my head to look at her, then at Nian Shen in front of me, and smiled.

"Let's go."

"Hmm."

Without asking a word, he turned and walked on, and I looked at the veranda again, and walked on.

After a while, we arrived at the library pavilion.

The library pavilion of the Jixian Palace, when I came in the past, was very little, this is a place to treasure the classics, and the inner pavilion in the palace is almost the same, but the collection of books here is more inclined to literature and history, and it is mostly used by the princes and princes to study. Nian Shen took me up the steps and said, "Over the years, the teacher has stopped lecturing, but concentrated on recording some ancient books in the library pavilion. ”

"Really?"

"Yes, my father also ordered someone to move many books from the Inner Hidden Pavilion and other places here and give them to the teacher for compilation."

I smiled faintly.

In fact, Fu Badai may not be a bookworm who is willing to drill books, thinking that when Pei Yuanhao summoned him to the palace, he could see that the three governance programs proposed by the emperor could be seen that this person had the heart to enter the WTO, and he had been doing studies in Tianmu Temple before, probably just because the time had not come, and he had not met anyone who could let him show his ambitions.

But now, he has returned to these mountains and seas of books.

What did he think?

Seeing that I was about to walk to the gate, I said softly: "Mr. Fu, is he okay?" ”

“……”

It was just a very simple question, but Nian Shen's footsteps froze for a moment, and he didn't answer me immediately.

I saw his brow furrow furrowed slightly.

"What's wrong?"

"......," he looked up at me.

I felt more and more that something was wrong: "What's wrong with Mr. Fu?" Is there something wrong? ”

Nian Shen was silent for a moment, then raised his head and looked ahead, and then said, "He's inside, Aunt Qing, you can go in and see him yourself." ”

After saying that, he did not wait for me to reply, he turned around and walked away, some little eunuchs had been following us from a distance, he walked over and ordered that no one else should enter the library to disturb us, and then left.

My brow furrowed even tighter.

Cai Wei walked up to me: "Madam, what's wrong?" ”

I said, "Caiwei, you are also guarding outside, I didn't tell you not to come in." I went in to meet my teacher. ”

She nodded, "I see." ”

With that, I walked over and gently pushed the door open.

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It was dark in the room.

Although there is goose feather snow outside, and there has been no sunlight for several days, it is still very bright, and it is a bit surprising that this library will be so dark in this library, but if you look left and right, you will understand that it is full of tall bookshelves, and each shelf is full of books and slips, exuding an indescribable, faint cold musty smell.

When people walk here, it is like the sunset, when twilight falls, and when they are about to fall into darkness, they will not be able to read the book clearly.

However, some people don't need to read books here.

As I stepped into the high threshold, and as soon as I took a step in, I saw two bookshelves not far from the door, and the books on them were no more than the others, and there were only a few scattered books, and in the middle of these two shelves, there was a table horizontally, and a man was kneeling there, with his head bowed and writing hard.

In the cold library pavilion, this scene is actually not unexpected.

I was not surprised that there was not even a single lamp on the table, because I knew that many years ago, his eyes could see the world without lighting a lamp.

However, when I approached and saw him clearly, my breath was choking.

The person in front of him is the great Confucian of Shudi, my mentor, Fu Badai, who set the imperial court, or the Central Plains for a whole fifteen years, his appearance is still the same as in the past, clear eyes, straight nose bridge, even in the dim light, you can see more and more brown marks on his face, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and lips have also increased a lot compared with back then, making him look a little older.

However, his old age did not come from those spots, nor from the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and lips.

I clearly remember that when he entered the palace, his hair was shaved to a length of only more than an inch, his hair was gray, and he looked like an ascetic.

The hair was snow-white.

I couldn't believe my eyes, for fear that I would be dazzled, or that the goose feather snow outside the house would fall on his head, and he would be white-headed, but when I walked over step by step, until I walked in front of the table, and looked down, I saw the white hair one by one, like silver threads, white as snow.

I froze there.

And the white-haired old man still held the pen in his hand, bowed his head and worked hard to write, and waited until he finished writing the last line and solemnly dropped the last pen, as if relieved, rubbing one hand, touching the position of the pen holder on the table, and slowly put the pen up.

Then he looked up at me.

"You're back."

His voice is obviously familiar, but I remember that in the past, every time he spoke, he was with a faint smile and indifference, as if a natural spring with sweetness, even if he just listened to him say a word and chanted a poem, he would feel very comforted, but now, the voice is still his voice, but it is as old as the slips piled up in this house, recording those cultures, but it is already so old that people are about to be indistinguishable.

I slowly knelt down at the table, in front of him.

"Teacher ......"

Hearing my voice, he seemed to get an affirmation, and nodded lightly: "It's good to come back." I'm reckoning, it's time for you to come back too. ”

My voice was a little hoarse, especially looking at his messy and uncombed hair, and I asked directly, "What's going on?" ”

"Huh?"

"Teacher's hair - are you sick?"

"Haha," he laughed, "old man, but there's no time to get sick." ”

"Then why?"

He seemed to have heard the wetness and crying from my voice, sighed lightly, and didn't say anything more, just picked up the booklet he had just written, and gently blew a few mouthfuls on the words on it, this library pavilion was cold and damp, probably because there were still lingering palpitations in the previous fire of the Jixian Palace, and the fireworks here were even extinct, so he had finished writing for a while, and the handwriting had not completely dried.

After a few blows, I finally saw the ink slowly dry.

Then, he handed the book to me.

I took it and took a look, and it turned out to be Zhu You's thirteen branches.

This is an extinct ancient book, according to legend, it was written by Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor, I have only heard of this thing in the oral tradition, I didn't expect it to really exist, and I saw the real chapter in his pen.

At this moment, my heart suddenly skipped a beat.

I looked up at him, "Teacher, this is—"

"It's in the ancient books I brought to the capital from Xichuan," he said, and sighed: "But the fire at the beginning is gone, nothing is gone." ”

My heart was beating harder.

"Teacher, are you recording the original ancient books?"

"Not bad."

“……”

Before, Nian Shen said that he recorded ancient books in this library, and I thought that he was the same as he had told me, taking some solitary books and re-transcribing them, but now I have come back to my senses, his eyes have been blind, how can he see, and how can he do the work of transcription?

What he wants to record is not the only ancient books that exist, but the ancient books that he still remembers in his mind and have been burned!

Like me, he used the posture of sitting on a lotus plate to close his five senses, enter the deepest part of the spiritual realm, recall those ancient books that he collected, but did not preserve, and then, after waking up, wrote them down!

I turned my head and looked at the bookshelf to the side.

It's no wonder that the books on these two shelves are scattered and not as piled up as the others, because they were all recorded by him from his own memory.

It's been four years, but it's only a dozen!

I looked down at his snow-white hair, and suddenly understood something.

"Teacher, your hair—"

Hearing my trembling voice, he seemed to understand something, reached out and touched his sideburns, and said, "I know." ”

“……”

"But I can't take care of it."

“……”

"Before my blood is finished, I can record a few copies, a few copies."

“……”

Yes, I just wanted to recall the map on the silk handkerchief that the Tie family opened, and I vomited blood, and he-he recalled so many books, and many of them were rotten, and he only read them once, and to record them like this, it was not his spirit that was consumed, but his essence and blood!

I only felt a concussion in my chest, and I looked at him: "Teacher......"

Before I could finish speaking, a thought suddenly flashed through my mind.

Miracle Effect!

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