On the mountain, the road gradually narrowed, the mountain road was slippery, and the two got out of the car and walked on the snow, Wang Hua, Kong Ningzi and others followed far behind. There was silence along the way, only the rustling sound of stepping on the snow, and the occasional "quack" of a few jackdaws in the trees.

On the Jilong Mountain, you can see the snow, the treetops are full of ice and rime, and it is a world of silver and jade leaves. Entering the Jiming Temple, the group visited the Kunlun main hall and other scenery in the temple, and climbed the Jingyang Tower in the northeast corner. As far as the eye can see, the snow is still falling, and the sky and the earth are white, lonely and clean.

Yilong stood with his hands in his hands, and his posture was handsome and straight. He looked at the vast snowy scene in front of him and said faintly: "I like to come here very much, looking at the apricot yellow Buddhist temple, the green foothills, listening to the sound of the monk's chanting and the sound of the bronze bell of the pagoda, clear and transparent." Especially when I am studying here, I feel very quiet and remote. ”

"Isn't Yilong lonely when it's so lonely?" Qiyun tilted his head slightly, looking at his handsome face.

Yilong looked at Qiyun's thin face and responded, "Before I was ten years old, I felt that I was the only one in the world. Since you came, I don't feel lonely anymore. ”

After a pause, he continued: "Since you were in Guanzhong, I have a feeling that you will be fine. But since I took you from Baiyun Mountain to Jiankang, I have always seen you sullen, which makes me very uneasy. Yun'er, are you ...... The past has to be let go. ”

Qiyun turned his head away from him, and reached out to catch the falling crystal snowflakes, which was a little cool. The snowflakes fell on her palms and gradually melted into water, and she sighed faintly: "Everything in the world is as pure and clear as this snowflake, it would be good......"

Yilong looked at her eyebrows and frowned slightly, and his face was clear, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The two of them were silent for a while, only to hear the snow falling down, and the copper bells under the eaves of the Medicine Stupa flickered and faded, like a pipa chirping, ethereal and pleasant. Qiyun's heart gradually softened when she heard this, and with a light smile on the corner of her mouth, she proposed to Yilong, "The scenery here is amazing. Yilong, you have always been well-versed in literature and history, why don't you write a poem, so as to live up to the beautiful scenery you see in front of you, how about it? ”

Yilong smiled: "Qiyun has a life, and Yilong will definitely follow it." After thinking about it, he chanted:

Chongtang is near ten thousand pheasants, and the floors span ninety.

Yaoxuan cage green banner, group curtain cloud screen.

The steps are bright and clean, and the sunset breeze is clear under the forest.

The vine algae has green leaves, and the orchid is beautiful and purple.

Extremely hopeful Zhou Tianxian, stay in Shenjing.

The intersections are wrong, and the column is planted with Huaying.

Qiyun was a little surprised and said: "Yilong, this poetry is beautiful, but it is like the scenery of Jingyang Tower in spring." The poem doesn't seem to have been written for the occasion. ”

Yilong smiled and didn't answer, just looked at her, and his pulse was like a complaint. Qiyun, do you know the way? In my heart, if you are well, it will be a bright spring, and the ice will melt and the snow will disperse. I am not singing about the scenery in front of me, but the scenery in my heart.

Suddenly, a voice came, "What a sentence 'Xiaolujie on the steps, the sunset breeze under the forest' is a good poem, a good poem!" It's really a pleasure to hear the prince say such wonderful words! ”

The two followed the prestige, but saw the two wearing hats and hats, standing downstairs in Jingyang. Yilong saw the two of them and said with some joy: "Brother Fan, Brother Pei, I am fortunate to meet you." "It's Fan Ye and Pei Song.

Fan Ye and Pei Song went upstairs, and hurriedly saluted Yilong, "Lord Wang, we are late, and we will listen to the Lord of the Emperor for any punishment later." Yilong smiled: "The two of you are not late, but Yilong is early." ”

The two saw Qiyun beside Yilong, and one of the gentle and elegant middle-aged men praised: "The ice is clear and jade, scattered and elegant, and has the wind of the forest." Such a beautiful woman is the lord of Zhuohua that the prince often says, right? Yilong smiled and nodded, "Exactly." Another young man with a scar on his forehead looked Qiyun up and down, silent.

Qiyun stepped forward and saluted the two, "I've seen two gentlemen." The two of them were too busy to say they didn't dare.

When Yilong saw that everyone was coming, he invited everyone to sit in Jingyang Building. Yilong smiled and said to Qiyun: "The vegetarian dishes in Jingyang Building of this Jiming Temple are the most famous. Qiyun, you might as well taste more later. Qiyun smiled.

When the two of them saw the king of Yidu looking at the lord of Zhuohua, they were gentle and introverted but tender, and their hearts were bright, but they were not broken.

After entering the table, Yilong pointed to the elegant middle-aged man and introduced to Qiyun: "This is Mr. Pei Songzhi. When he was eight years old, he studied the General Analects, the Book of Poetry, and read a wide range of literature. His father once praised him for his talent in the temple corridor and appointed him as the emperor's master.

He pointed to the young man with a scar on his forehead and said, "This is the famous Fan Ye, who is now the champion of Yigong and joined the army. He is also studious since he was a child, coupled with his talent and intelligence, he is not yet an adult, he can be well-versed in history and write articles, and he is famous in Jiangdong. ”

Qiyun listened and hurriedly stood up, "The two of you are famous. Today, how lucky is it to be able to get to know two academic leaders? ”

Pei Songzhi was so panicked that he also stood up and said, "I often hear the prince talk about the county lord, and he has extraordinary knowledge. I am fortunate to know it today. And Fan Ye got up leisurely, looking a little arrogant.

Qiyun smiled: "That's Yilong's fallacious praise, sir, don't take it seriously." ”

Yilong pointed at Fan Ye and said to Qiyun: "I remember when I was a child, you once persuaded me to write a history book of the Eastern Han Dynasty. Fan Ye is proficient in scripture and history, and his articles are beautiful and concise, he will be able to fulfill Yun'er's wish for me. ”

When Fan Ye heard this, he casually made a gesture and said: "Fan is planning to use "Dongguan Hanji" as a blueprint, learn from the writings of other families, and consider the trade-offs, and will write a book of the Later Han Dynasty. I don't know what the county lord has? ”

Qiyun asked him, "Mr. Fan, there are two types of history books since ancient times: chronicles and chronicles. What genre do you plan to use to write the Later Han Dynasty? ”

Fan Ye replied: "Naturally, we follow the genre style of "Historical Records" and "Hanshu". ”

Qiyun nodded and said: "The two history books are well-researched and the articles are elegant, and they are both historians' swan songs. But their genre is not without its drawbacks. If the history of the Eastern Han Dynasty is written, and only follows the style of the biography of this era, I am afraid that there are still shortcomings. ”

Fan Ye heard that she actually pointed out the shortcomings of the two masterpieces of "Historical Records" and "Book of Han", and his expression was a little disdainful, and asked, "Oh? What's missing? Please ask the county lord for some advice. ”

Qiyun replied: "Most of the contents of the "Records of the Historians" and the "Book of Han" are biographies of the emperor. Although the "Historical Records" covers a wide range of subjects, it even writes biographies of failed heroes such as Chen and Xiang Yu, and also sets up biographies of rangers that Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty did not like, which can be described as extraordinary. However, looking through the thirty-six books of the "Historical Records", seventy-two biographies, and the biography of the woman, only the authoritarian Lu Pheasant was recorded. ”