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In the courtyard of the unsignposted teahouse in Yufupo, it is cold and dark.

I had to light a lamp on the coffee table under the third magnolia tree.

In the dim candlelight, Pang Ji read the book in his hand word for word.

It was a handwritten book of about 100 pages.

Yao Hongyi was very curious, what was written in the book, which caused Pang Ji to read so intently that even in the village not far away, the sound of firecrackers continued to be heard.

What's even more strange is that the store is also generally calm and calm, standing silently beside him. Yao Hongyi felt that he was not like an ordinary farmer in the mountains, but like a well-trained old servant in a large family, but after carefully observing for a while, he couldn't see the slightest flaw.

For a long time, when the candle flame was about to go out, Pang Ji just finished reading it for the third time.

He sighed, habitually touched his white beard, opened his mouth as if to say something, and stopped for no reason.

Staring blankly at the candle flame in a daze.

Moment.

Two moments.

About a quarter later, the wick burned to the end. For a moment, the courtyard was pitch black, and the five fingers were missing.

- "Crackling!"

Suddenly, the sound of firecrackers rang out. The sporadic fires in the distant villages were particularly dazzling.

The shopkeeper replied: "The two officials will wait for a while, and the younger one will go and fetch the candle." ”

When the store was far away, Yao Hongyi asked, "Teacher, what kind of book is this?"

Pang Ji did not respond.

In the darkness, Yao Hongyi couldn't help but be glad - it happened that the candle flame was extinguished, otherwise, how embarrassed his expression would be at the moment.

There seemed to be a day and night of silence, and Pang Jicai slowly asked, "Yigong, do you remember...... As the teacher told you, I co-wrote a notebook with Le Song......"

"Is this the journal?"

Yao Hongyi was taken aback and hurriedly asked.

How could he forget? Ever since he heard Pang Ji talk about it in Xufuju that day, he has always remembered this notebook, and he has become even more interested in the very intelligent Lesong. It's a pity that this person didn't exist before, and after several investigations, he couldn't find much news.

"No, no. Pang Ji shook his head violently, but in the dark, Yao Hongyi couldn't see this action.

"No...... It's not the same book. ”

"Oh?"

"Reluctantly...... It can be said that it is derived from that notebook, and many of the topics are similar to those in the notebook...... But ......" Pang Ji spoke very slowly, probably thinking seriously as he spoke.

"But what?" Yao Hongyi was curious.

However, the point of view in the book is very different from when we first discussed it. ”

In his tone, it was an unconcealable loss: "Now that I think about it, probably he didn't agree with my idea at the beginning, and he didn't argue because of his feelings." ”

Yao Hongyi comforted him: "People's views are never static, maybe he changed his mind later, don't worry about it." ”

"No, no, no!" Pang Ji shook his head a little more than Fang Cai, and the light of the candle flame was far and near, and Yao Hongyi could gradually see his expression clearly.

I don't know if it's the candlelight, Pang Ji's eyes are dark and bright, and relief and loss are constantly intertwined.

"No, this is what Le Song originally wanted to write!"

He affirmed.

A wrinkled hand gently caressing the cover of the book.

Even though the shopkeeper carefully wrapped it in a brocade and sandalwood box, the paper will inevitably turn yellow over time, but because no one has ever flipped through it, the pages are still smooth and flawless.

It's barely half-new.

The shopkeeper silently placed the candlestick on the coffee table.

Pang Ji looked at the candle flame in a daze.

In a moment, he seemed to see Le Song's eyes again.

Arrogance.

Crazy.

And cold.

- "Shaobao, I want a book. ”

That afternoon, many years ago, the boy said this.

- "A book written for kings, different from the high-sounding rhetoric of Confucianism, this book has insight into the sinister nature of human nature, the selfishness, mediocrity, profit-seeking, and repeated changes of the world, all of which must be described in three parts, so that future kings should not have naïve illusions about human nature, and in the face of many traps, they can take the initiative to attack and firmly grasp the success or failure of their destiny in their hands." ”

That's what he wants to do.

Pang Ji felt that the notebook they co-authored was enough to penetrate into it, shocking enough to shock the world, and enough to deaf and deafening. However, when I read the book in my hand today, I realized that I had been just sitting in a well and watching the sky for so many years.

"Labor,"

He called.

He handed the book in his hand to Yao Hongyi: "There is no good or evil in morality, benevolence and righteousness, and heavenly principles are human desires." ”

Yao Hongyi's heart moved, and he was slightly stunned - this is a sentence written by Chunzhao in the twenty-first year of Chunzhao, when he tried it.

It was because of that article that he was selected by Pang Ji, and he later rose to prominence.

"I always believe that those who can write this sentence must have too much clarity and thoroughness for ordinary people. ”

The corners of Pang Ji's mouth raised a shallow smile.

Yao Hongyi took it blankly, never expecting that Pang Ji would give him the book to read so easily.

In the dim candlelight, he saw the big word "Hengshu" written on the cover.

The handwriting is well-written, smart and chic, and it is a rare good calligraphy.

Below, there are two smaller words - "next volume".

"Next?"

Yao Hongyi looked at Pang Ji in confusion, Pang Ji only raised his eyebrows, not surprised at all.

He then looked at the store: "Shopkeeper, where is the book?"

The shopkeeper said: "Master Hou said that the last volume has been given to others." ”

"Did he give it to whom?" asked Yao Hongyi.

The shopkeeper shook his head and glanced at Pang Ji: "Master Hou said that the huge person will be able to guess which one the last volume was given to." ”

"Teacher?" Yao Hongyi was even more surprised, Pang Ji didn't even know the existence of this book, how could he know who the book was given to?

Pang Ji understood it in his heart, and asked the shopkeeper: "Was it sent out soon after the book was completed?"

"My lord is like a god, what Hou Ye said, the last volume was sent out in the year when the book was written. ”

"yes, I see. ”

Ignoring Yao Hongyi's stunned expression, Pang Ji smiled meaninglessly and said, "You can read it first and then talk about it." ”

……

Peony Pavilion.

The sky is full of fire.

The sound of firecrackers and fireworks are intertwined, so it is not lively.

It's not festive.

However, a few people in the courtyard were inexplicably dumb and did not make a sound.

- "The younger generation felt that weapons were not used to kill, but to make people surrender. ”

These words, more shocking than fireworks, have been haunting everyone's ears.

But the initiator stayed out of the way and watched the sparks in the sky.

After a while, Sima Guang suddenly said loudly: "Everyone, I have something important, so I will leave first." ”

Before he had taken half a step, Wen Yanbo asked, "Junshi, are you going to find Yin Qiran?"

Sima Guang did not turn around, nor did he deny it: "Yes, Xia Guan is going to Yin Mansion." ”

Le Lin asked Chai Jue curiously in a whisper: "Who is Yin Qiran?"

"Today's Ministry of Works. Chai Jue replied softly.

……