Outside the doors and windows, the snow is full of pear branches, and the sky is white, and the earth is white. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Inside, there is only the "pop" sound of charcoal fire burning and the sound of writing with a brush.

At this time, there are also footsteps from far and near.

Shao Zhong sat next to the bookcase by the door, heard footsteps, looked up, and found that it was Sima Guang, and hurriedly said hello: "Deputy editor!" ”

Sima Guang frowned, but in an instant, he returned to normal and nodded at Shao Zhong.

Wang Anshi was not distracted, still engrossed in the manuscript in front of him.

This obvious neglect made Sima Guang's dark eyebrows furrow.

He was silent, secretly looking at the person in front of him, only to see Wang Anshi wearing dark gray clothes, half-new and not old. Take a closer look, the position of the collar and chest, there are obvious tea stains and rice stains.

After looking more carefully, Sima Guang found that the shirt was very familiar - dark gray, narrow sleeves, and simple navy blue trim embroidered on the collar and cuffs.

Isn't that the one he wore yesterday?

The stain on his chest was the gravy of the meal he accidentally touched yesterday while eating dinner while revising the draft.

No, no, he wore this shirt the day before yesterday.

The tea stain on the neckline was left the day before yesterday.

Sima Guang recalled it carefully, and was surprised to find that since he first met Wang Anshi, the other party had always been wearing this dark gray dress.

At the thought of this, his brow furrowed enough to fit a fly or two.

There are people who are so unkempt!

And he himself wants to succumb to this raunchy person, this breath is really difficult to swallow.

Thirty-two-year-old Sima Guang took the entrance examination when he was twenty years old, and entered the first department of high school in one fell swoop. Since then, he has entered Shilin, first served as a judge in Huazhou, and then changed to a judge in Suzhou, trying to prosper and rise all the way.

The person in front of him is just a township test Xie Yuan, and he has never even had a ranking in the examination, let alone an official position.

Sima Guang shook his head and sighed, for a while, he was angry, unwilling, and helpless...... All kinds of emotions came to my heart.

I recalled how happy I was when Liu Xin invited him to be the editor of the news department half a month ago.

On that day, after the next dynasty, Liu Xin, who was not familiar with the governor, suddenly stopped himself.

During the chat, he was surprised to learn that Liu Xin was actually the editor-in-chief of "Bianjing Magazine".

Since the first issue, Sima Guang has been paying attention to the "Bianjing Magazine" for a long time. Judging by his keen political sense, this journal is bound to become an important carrier of public opinion. At the same time, out of the desire to help the world, he also hoped to use the "Bianjing Magazine" to express his political views.

So, Sima Guang sincerely bowed his hand and said: "It turns out that the 'idle old man' is Liu Ge Laoyou, who has always loved "Bianjing Magazine" in his later life, but he never thought that the chief editor was far away in the sky and close in front of him. ”

"Idle Old Man" is the pen name that Liu Xinming used for "Bianjing Small Magazine", and in the column signed by the editor-in-chief and deputy editor-in-chief, he and Wen Yanbo both used pen names.

Liu Xin listened to this compliment, smiled, and asked, "I don't know what Junshi thinks of the articles in these magazines, the 'Fu Jie'?" ”

Sima Guang did not doubt him, and said calmly: "This person's pen is full of ancient and modern articles, and it is easy to understand, and it makes people feel very hearty when they read it......

He thought for a while and hesitated: "There is a saying in the late life, I don't know whether to say it or not." ”

Liu Xin said with a smile: "Junshi doesn't need to scruples, you might as well speak up." ”

"Among the four chief writers of your magazine, 'Bianhe Yugong' is straight to the point, and the words are full of wind and frost; Chengbei Zhisuo's side of the expedition and the outside of Hongzhong; 'Mr. Treeman' is a novelty...... Only this 'Fu Jie' has the advantages of the above four, and the examples cited in the article are all-encompassing. ”

Sima Guang said, while observing Liu Xin's expression, seeing that he was not unrelenting, so he boldly said: "I thought that in my later life, I thought that 'Fu Jie' was the best for essay writing, ideation, and knowledge. ”

"Well," Liu Xin nodded in agreement: "This person's talent is indeed first-class." ”

He turned his head to look at the courtyard, his index finger tapped the railing irregularly, shook his head slowly, and said leisurely: "Junshi's "Four Hao Treatises" and "Ten Philosophical Treatises", this seat has also read ......"

"It's an honor to be late."

"What does Junshi think about the views in the ...... 'Fu Jie's article?"

"I don't agree."

"Oh?"

Sima Guang straightened up and said with a firm expression: "The late students recognize his knowledge, but he does not agree with his views. ”

Liu Xin looked at him meaningfully and said, "I want to hear about it." ”

"What he said, 'If you have a master, you must have a last resort, if you take the rich people's good land, and get more grain and sell it several times', I thought in my later life that instead of solving the disadvantages of the current regular liquidation, it will cause more harm to the people because of the loss of supervision over the officials."

Liu Xin smiled, with unconcealed appreciation in his eyes.

Sima Guang also said: "If you want to be fast, you can't reach it, and what 'Fu Jie' said is too hasty and too risky, and I really can't agree with it in my later life." ”

Liu Xin verified the idea in his heart, so he stopped going around in circles and said directly: ""Bianjing Xiaokan is about to add a news department, which is responsible for news writing and editing. ”

"The Department of Public Information?" Sima Guang vaguely guessed Liu Xin's intentions and was a little excited.

"I would like to invite Junshi to serve as the editor of the news department."

Sima Guangzhi felt that his heart was full of joy, he read the "Bianjing Small Journal" for a long time, and during this time, he was also thinking about choosing a pen name, and then writing a few editorials to contribute, but he never expected to have the opportunity to serve as an editor.

So he hurriedly agreed: "Thanks to the elder pavilion's appreciation, it is better to be respectful in the later life than to obey your fate." ”

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On the afternoon of December 22, the cold wind roared.

Sima Guang got out of the carriage, only to feel the cold wind piercing his skin like a needle. He wrapped his winter coat tightly, put his hand to his mouth, and breathed the heat to warm it up.

Originally, he should have come with Liu Xin and asked Liu Xin to introduce members of the editorial department for him.

It's a pity that after the next few days, due to the affairs of the military department and the household department, the official family left all the officials above the third grade.

He sighed and looked up at the pines and cypresses on both sides of the street, still standing in good spirits, as if to motivate himself to meet this new challenge. So, Sima Guang straightened up and walked forward quickly.

After entering the editorial office, walking through the hall, I saw a corridor that was not short, and then passed by the courtyard, and then followed the wooden sign to the door of the office of the information department.

Sima Guang stopped, straightened his collar, and took a closer look to make sure that there was no loss of etiquette, and then knocked on the door.

Speaking of which, this tea-white shirt is still newly made this month, the fabric is fine silk, embroidered with fifteen longitudes and eighteen wefts of dark woven moire. Covered with a blue placket, the robe was turned upside down and tucked into the white jade belt around the waist, and the white deerskin boots were worn on the feet.

Although he was a little too grandiose, he at least proved that he took the matter seriously.

"Come in!"

A cold response came from inside the door.

Sima Guang was not annoyed, thinking that those who did not know were not guilty, and the people inside did not know that they were the new editors, even if there was rudeness, he didn't have to care.

When I pushed the door in, I saw seven or eight bookcases, placed side by side.

Next to the two bookcases leaning against the door, sat two men dressed as guards.

They should be Shao Zhong and Yu Maocai as Liu Ge Lao said, right? - Ben is a guard of the Third Highness, a part-time reporter of the Ministry of Information.

The two looked up at Sima Guang, and continued to write something.

Sima Guang felt a little strange, hadn't Liu Xin told them that a new editor was coming?

"Who is it?"

Just as he was slandering, a question came from not far away.

Sima Guang followed the sound and looked, only to see that at the end of the room, there was a long bookcase with his back to the window.

The person who spoke, with the light on his back, Sima Guang squinted, but he still couldn't see his appearance and expression clearly, but he saw that the man was wearing a dark gray coarse cloth shirt, faintly smudged, wrinkled, like dried vegetables, he couldn't help frowning.

"Who's coming?"

The man saw Sima Guang looking at him, and asked again coldly.

In the seventeenth year of Chongning of the Great Song Dynasty, December twenty-two.

The first encounter between Sima Guang and Wang Anshi seemed to be disgusted with each other.

This year, Sima Guang was thirty-two years old and Wang Anshi was thirty years old.

Both are at an age where the future is more than the past.

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