Chapter 1 Heavenly White Yujing

"There is Yan Ruyu in the book, there are thousands of Zhongsu in the book, there are three thousand worlds in the book, and there are ...... in the book"

Zhao Xingde leaned against the table full of books and stretched, rubbed his temples, stretched out his stiff fingers, and felt that his energy had recovered a little, before he picked up the wolf pen and inscribed the 23rd volume of "The Hidden Wizard of Snow Immortals" on the manuscript that was completed overnight. He frowned and looked left and right, always feeling that this calligraphy copied from Liu Gongquan was plausible, and there was always a lack of artistic conception, and he couldn't help but sigh.

With a sigh of white air into the palm of his hand, Zhao Xingde pushed open the carved rosewood window, and a cold wind poured in, which made people feel refreshed, and before they knew it, last night was a night of spring snow.

At this moment, the east is gradually whitening, looking up, I saw a row of crystal clear ice hanging under the eaves, the yard is full of jade trees and flowers, Taixue's pavilions, school study, flowers and trees, ponds and rockeries, all evenly covered with a layer of fine snow. The morning bell not far away came slowly, and the palace of the Song Kingdom adjacent to Taixue was shrouded in incense mist and light smoke, more like a slim fairyland.

Looking at this pure and beautiful scenery, Zhao Xingde couldn't help but be fascinated for a while, and took a deep breath of pure air, "It's the third year of Xuanhe in the Great Song Dynasty. He muttered thoughtfully. In this year, Emperor Zhao Youen of the Song State allowed the descendants of the imprisoned Yuanyou Party to enter Taixue to study. The emperor's grace is vast, and there is no excuse to shirk, and Zhao Xingde, who has obtained the status of a lifter, had to give up his plan to take the right path to the imperial examination, bid farewell to his distant relatives in the township, and went to Bianliang Taixue. This year is also the twentieth year of the modern Zhao Xingde's reincarnation in this different time and space.

Wearing a white cotton robe issued by the imperial court to the Tai students, wearing a Confucian scarf, with a dignified face and a solemn expression, there are thick calluses on the wrist and index finger knuckles that have been sharpened by the pen all year round, Zhao Xingde at this time looks no different from other Tai students, and even sometimes he is puzzled about his latent memories and the real world today, which one is the dream.

Suddenly, there was a sound of pushing the door behind him, Zhao Xingde looked back, but it was Chen Dong, a student who was also studying in Taixue Huazhang, Chen Dong glanced at the table from the corner of his eyes, "This latest volume of the Snow Hidden Immortal Trail, can it be completed, it is really a great talent." He said with a smile as he stepped forward, "Shishi is looking forward to the continuation of this story every day." ”

Zhao Xingde hurriedly put the manuscript into the pocket with one hand, and said to Chen Dong with a wry smile: "This single manuscript has been delayed for half a month, if it is not sent to Fuhai Bookstore today, I am afraid that the shopkeeper will be killed to Taixue." Zhao Xingde patted the manuscript in his pocket, sighed, and bowed his hand to this Chen Donggong. The two of them are classmates and friends in the eunuch of Song Guoguo, and Chen Dong has a confidante in the Qinglou, but he is a fan of virtue.

Chen Dong saw that he resolutely refused to take out the manuscript, but he didn't dare to pull down his face, so he had to bow and say: "Good brother, then Fuhai Bookstore cut your book into small sections and published it in the daily tabloid, just like a sheep, every time it is still at a critical juncture, it will stop and not show it, don't say your sister-in-law, even I am anxious to scratch my ears." ”

Zhao Xingde said with a smile: "Take people's money and do things for others, brother, I am not richer than Brother Shaoyang's family, and I still have to count on this livelihood to supplement wine and food." As he spoke, he picked up a Qingyun brocade head and put it on his head, fastened the crown belt under his chin, and was about to go out.

"Yuan Zhixiu goes, there is something to say, there is something to say!" Chen Dong hurriedly stopped at the door, and Zhao Xingde unceremoniously pushed him aside, "If you can't wait for the serialization, someone in Fuhailou specially said that this paragraph is a book, as long as you pay a few tea money, you can listen to it in vain." Chen Dong scolded in his heart: "The master girl is the top brand of Gonglou, how can she be embarrassed to go to Fuhailou to listen to the story." Chen Dong had no choice but to follow and beg non-stop.

Zhao Xingde only shook his head and ignored it, and the two of them chattered like this until they walked out of the Taixue School Huazhangzhai.

Emperor Yizong deliberately moved Taixue to the inner city, close to the palace and Yanfu Palace, in order to make the students of the Guozijian more attentive to learning. Taixue occupies a wide area, since the Prime Minister Wang Anshi changed the law, Taixue is no longer a simple place to teach and educate talents, but an important channel for the imperial court to elect officials. Prime Minister Wang Cheng expanded Taixue, expanded the number of Taixue students to 3,600 people, set up 120 fasts, Tai students and other candidates of the Song Dynasty court, these young students not only boasted of being the pillars of the world, criticized current affairs, and discussed the important ministers of the court, but also ran between the ministers of the court, drilled the camp and survived, and lingered in the building and the house, and the suave and suave.

Just as there must be many traders gathered in the vicinity of the university in later generations, there are many inns and inns in the vicinity of this Song Dynasty Taixue, among which there are not a few prostitutes, and there are many merchants who sit in Jia, and the peddlers and pawns are mixed in the meantime, at this time the sky has just brightened, and this place has been very lively. There are vendors everywhere, and on both sides of the road are all kinds of restaurants frequented by small people, with boiled pigs and sheep's heads and roast chickens and ducks hanging on the counters, and a large iron pot at the door boiling slimy burnt wax for the feathers of chickens and ducks, emitting a strong oil smoke, mixed with the smell of sweat and dust.

As soon as the shopkeeper of Fuhai Building saw that a guest came in, he immediately wiped the table and chairs that had already been wiped with a rag a few times, and then invited Zhao Chen and the others to sit down, Chen Dong rewarded him with five copper coins, and then sat down, he could ask Zhao Xingde for the manuscript in a low voice in private, but when he got here, he had to respect his identity and couldn't chatter anymore, but a pair of eyes looked at Zhao Xingde's pocket from time to time.

Zhao Xingde saw that the hall was still empty, and there were only a few tables of merchants who had entered the city early, and they were drinking morning tea unhurriedly, secretly regretting in his heart, but today he came a little early, so he had to order a bowl of hot lychee round-eye soup, frowned and blew, and ate it slowly. Chen Dong also ordered a bowl of pepper soup tea, and called for two plates of preserved beef and mutton, four plates of fruits such as dates and kumquats. , while eating, he whispered: "I know that Fuhailou will definitely make the engraving of the manuscript in one go, why don't you tell them that you will print and distribute a few collections to keep for treasure." ”

The capital city of Bianliang is the place where the world gathers, seeing that the city gate has been opened for less than an hour, the businessmen who sit in the Fuhai Building have gradually increased, seeing that the popularity is gradually enough, the singer on duty in the Fuhai Building first held the pipa and sang a few tunes on the stage, and the storyteller then said a book.

Fuhai Bookstore and Fuhai Building are opened by a proprietor, and they are both managed by the flower shopkeeper. The bookstore is opposite the Fuhai Building, and the shopkeeper will also go to the Fuhai Building every morning to drink tea. This time, Zhao Xingde was drinking tea and listening to books, while waiting for the bookstore shopkeeper. Hearing the pear blossom plank touch twice, the green-robed storyteller cleared his throat and said loudly:

"Willing to do things without shame, resentment from all over the world. Even if there is the majesty of the world, it is expected that there will be no descendants to continue the spring and autumn. ”

The singer next to her helped pluck the pipa strings a few times, and the storyteller knocked the pear blossom woodblock twice more and said:

"I inherited the three emperors and five emperors in the Central Plains, the luck of the heroic Han Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty, and the heroes in the country, I only need to work together to call the Quartet Diyi to tie my hands. It's a pity, it's a pity, there are always a number of people who forget their ancestors, are willing to recognize the thief as their father, and do things for Hulu, which greatly damages yin morality, not only for the Central Plains, but also for the descendants of the people. ”

This seven-word poem, said to be four generations of the Liao Han family, its ancestor Han Zhigu was originally a native of Yutian, Jizhou, five generations of the Central Plains Bandang, the Khitan people into the north of Kou Youyan Hebei, this Han Zhigu was taken captive by the Khitan people at the age of six or so, made a Han slave, and then was later sent to the Khitan Emperor as a concubine. Han Zhigu was buried in this life, but his son Han Kuanghei actually met by fate, and Tian shamelessly became the prostitute of Yelu Abaoji, the Taizu of the Liao State, and the face of the Khitan queen. The Sao Tartars love the house and Wu, and they don't understand the official etiquette of the Central Plains, so they actually gave the penniless Han Zhigu as an envoy to take charge of the affairs of the Han people in the Khitan Kingdom. After that, he was shot by the left servant, moved to the middle of the book, the Khitan Emperor died, and Han Zhigu was actually ranked as the minister of Gu Ming. ”

When the storyteller had said this, the curtain of the door was lifted, and a dozen or so men in leather jackets and dogskin hats came in and sat down to ask for wine and food, and a merchant dressed as a merchant was surrounded by his companions, who seemed to be the leader of these people. He heard the storyteller talking about the fall of the Han clan of the Liao Kingdom, his face changed slightly, and he listened intently while drinking tea.

"The Han family has devoted themselves to the Liao State for generations, and they have been favored in the Liao Dynasty for a while. Han Derang, the son of Han Kuanghei, is the face of the Empress Dowager Chengtian, as a Han'er, the commander-in-chief of the guards, the official worship of the prime minister, and the privy envoy of the North and South Courts, the king of Qi, not only a very human minister, but also the captive lord Yelu Longxu, also got his father's affairs. The national fortunes of the Liao State, with the assistance of the Han family, are thriving. ”

At this time, the curtain of the inn was lifted again, it seemed that the people who entered the door had to wait for the partners behind, and the curtain was kept up, and a cold wind poured in, blowing so that the people who were sitting in the middle of the lobby frowned, Zhao Xingde and Chen Dong also looked at the door with everyone, as if they wanted to block the door with their eyes, but they saw the cold wind wrapped in more than a dozen Confucian scholars standing at the door, and the first one saw him and the two, his face was happy, and he smiled: "I said that I couldn't find the two, it turned out that I had come here to wait first." ”

The one who spoke was Zhang Bing, the supervisor of Taixue Huazhangzhai, who was a loyal person, and he was surrounded by Huazhangzhai and several neighboring prison students such as Deng Su, He Fang, Zhu Sen, Li Rui, Wu Zilong, etc., all of whom were friends of Zhao Xingde and Chen Dong. Seeing that Zhao Xingde and Chen Dong had already sat down, Deng Su, Zhang Bing and He Yi set up the table of the two of them, and the rest of the people also found a nearby table to sit down, called for soup, tea and fruits, and listened to the old man in the green robe while eating tea.

"As the old saying goes, the gentleman's ze, the fifth generation will be beheaded. Not to mention the door of this contemptive enemy. In the generation of Han Chang, the son of Han Derang, the family of the Han family is like flowers and cooking oil. The Han clan not only controlled the states of Youyun in Nanjing Province, but Han Chang also went around to conquer the east and west, and forcibly subdued the barbarian tribes such as Jurchen, Murowei, and the Five Kingdoms. ”

"Unexpectedly, that Hu Lu is not a blind man with open eyes, seeing that Tai'a is upside down, strong branches and weak cadres, and the minister bullies the lord, he finally set up a clever plan. He promised the Han Er generals of Nanjing Province a high-ranking official and a nobleman, leaving his heart, and allowed the Jurchen, Murowei and other northern barbarians to establish a state and claim the king, and cut off their arms. Under the rebellion of Han Changzhong, he still had the strength of the trapped beast, led the troops and horses of his headquarters to attack Shangjing, and was besieged by the Khitan lord with 400,000 iron cavalry in Broken Axe Mountain. ”

The storyteller said this, the rosewood board in his left hand touched twice, and the right hand took a sip of the tea bowl, and the singer holding the pipa next to him played a song of "ambush on all sides", and the storyteller cleared his throat, and said loudly:

"This is exactly what providence will never leak, only to fight for early and late! Several times he was in power and invincible for a while, but he ended up being wiped out and killed. Even with the Khitan, his vitality was greatly damaged. ”

"Originally, people died like lights going out, and everything was closed. Unexpectedly, Han Chang's death caused another big wave, the Western Xia Emperor heard that his righteous brother was killed by the Khitans, raised 100,000 male soldiers, and fought with the Khitans, but it was cheap for this dynasty, and enjoyed decades of peace in vain, and listened to the next decomposition. ”

The storyteller paused, bowed slightly to the tea guest, and bowed to the Quartet, which was considered the end, he was originally invited by the Fuhai Inn to help the fun, and the monthly money was given by the shopkeeper, and there was no need to ask the tea guest for money.

In the inn of the merchants are to go south and north, the heart is to sigh the will of heaven, unpredictable more, the Han family four generations of Shi Liao, in the Liao in the Song Dynasty, no one knows, when the power is smoking, when the fall of the chicken and dog do not stay, the so-called "life must be happy, do not make the gold bottle empty to the moon", after the storyteller finished this paragraph, to there are several tables and added wine and fruits.

"This storyteller is vain about cause and effect, and it is so boring to forcibly understand people", Chen Dong saw Zhao Xingde listening attentively, and couldn't help laughing and said, "There are clouds in "Left Turn", not my race, and their hearts will be different. With the body of the Han people, such as accompanying the tiger and wolf, trembling and trembling is still in danger of being precarious, and the Han family does not know how to advance or retreat, and is full of ambition and draws his sword to look around. The fate of the master has been the same since ancient times, when Chief Hu granted great authority to the Han family, which planted the cause of the slaughter of the whole family. ”

Zhao Xingde came back to his senses at this time, and he thought about it concentratingly, because in the original history he remembered, Han Derang had no descendants, and was given the name Yelu Longxu by the Liao royal family, and the descendants of the Yelu clan were passed on to him from generation to generation. When he saw that Chen Dong couldn't help but talk about political affairs, he couldn't help but smile and said: "Brother Chen's high-minded argument, it's just that most of the people who heard the story are peddlers and pawns, and to get to the bottom of it, the arrangement of this storytelling comes and goes, which is nothing more than to show loyalty, filial piety, and righteousness, and be wary of those who sell themselves to the enemy for profit." ”

Deng Su shrugged his shoulders, put a sip of wine into his throat, and sighed: "In this way, isn't loyalty and filial piety like the goods in the market, if it is profitable, it will rush to it, and if it is not profitable, it will be cold, in the final analysis, it will corrupt people's hearts." ”

He Fang also nodded, and said in a deep voice: "Mencius said, those who are ministers are the king, those who are the sons of men are the king, the sons of men are the father, and the younger brothers, the brothers, the kings, the fathers, the sons, and the brothers will eventually go to benevolence and righteousness, and the people who will not die will not be there." The Khitan Hulu and the Han family are both profit-seeking people, and they are people with human faces and beast hearts, such as two tigers in the same cage, and it is only a matter of time before they fight to the death. ”

He Fang said at this time, but he heard a person at the table next to him softly "hum", originally faint, but because of Zhao Xingde's ear and clear hearing, he couldn't help but turn his head slightly to look at the side, it was the storyteller who said that the dozen or so wearing dogskin hats who came in the middle, but I don't know which person made the voice. It is rumored that although the Han clan is extinct, its prestige in the northern land of Youyan is the same as that of An Lushan and Shi Siming back then. As everyone knows, whether the words of "human face and beast heart" have touched the taboo in the hearts of others.

Zhao Xingde hurriedly smiled: "The two of you are serious, there are fewer gentlemen in the world, and there are more villains. The turbulence is all for profit. Zi said, the gentleman is in righteousness, and the villain is in profit. If a gentleman does not speak for profit, then how can he drive away villains. ”

He Fang frowned slightly, feeling that Zhao Xingde's words were almost Han Fei Yang Zhu Xie~ said, and was about to think about the sage's refuting words, but Zhao Xingde saw that the door curtain was opened, and the shopkeeper slowly walked into the store sideways, rubbing his hands and ears while stomping on the ice and muddy water on the soles of his feet at the door. Zhao Xingde couldn't help but smile slightly, after he was familiar with this shopkeeper, he knew that he was a native of Jinling in the south, and was sent to this Bianliang by the proprietor, but he was not used to the cold weather in Bianliang in winter, and even the cotton robe on his body was much thicker than others, but this person was born unwilling to spend money, nor did he hire a sedan chair, and he walked in and out of the cold wind in the morning and evening.

The shopkeeper looked up while taking care of it, and saw that the table in the lobby of the store was about seven or eight minutes full, with a smile on his face, and saw Zhao Xingde sitting in the middle and bowing to him, the original two-point smile rose to seven points, and the two tacitly exchanged glances, and the shopkeeper walked into the account room after explaining a few words to the gentleman who looked at the counter.