This lowly scribe is named Lu Bi, a native of Guangling, who works as a writer in the History Museum, what is this post for! [All astronomy, geography, Zonghuang, ritual music, military punishment and other major policies, and edicts, books, replies to Wang Yan, are all recorded and recorded], that is to say, it is not generally understood that only the history book is repaired, but equivalent to the mouthpiece of the imperial court, in addition, the history museum also has a largest business project, copying the palace newspaper, and the yamen chapter [all copies are sent to the pavilion to forward the history museum]

The history museum of the Ming Dynasty is subordinate to the Hanlin Academy, but the Hanlin Academy only has the right to manage the history museum, and has no decision-making power, that is to say, the history museum writers can write whatever they want, and the writers of the history museum are very bad, the most accustomed is to convert the vernacular into literary language, when the emperor's edict and cabinet discussion, these are written in the vernacular, the cabinet elders have to deal with so many official documents every day, but there is no time to carve the text, and so these vernacular words to the history museum to turn around, and suddenly it has become a beautiful Chinese language, why? The Di Bao is for readers, and those turtles who have to be counted as recognizable words, what qualifications do they have to read the Di Bao?

Therefore, the history museum of the Ming Dynasty is equal to the internal reference or Xinhua News Agency of later generations, and these writers are equivalent to reporters, and they are also reporters with a very bad temper.

This Lu Bi is a famous scholar in the south of the Yangtze River, as famous as Wang Xuedeng, most of the literati have bad habits, and the writers of the history museum will spread these bad habits to the fullest, which is particularly serious, for example, the officials of the Ming Dynasty have an attendance system, sign in every day at work, and they will be criticized for arriving late and leaving early, but these people are common to arrive late and leave early, what is the main purpose? [Leisurely feast and drink], they are treated well, eating and drinking is the treatment of Guanglu Temple, what is Guanglu Temple doing, in charge of the royal meal, that is to say, their diet is on par with the emperor, and then, there is also [said to Guanglu Yellow Seal], and you can also get a red envelope after eating...... In this way, you can eat and take, and you can also take the opportunity of transcribing the Di Bao to see which official is not pleasing to the eye, and when the time comes, if your name appears in the Di Bao, they will change two words for you, and the meaning of the newspaper will be completely changed, and the literati play with words, isn't that a piece of cake?

And no one cares about these guys, whether it is the Yanjing History Museum or the Nanjing History Museum, the Ming system, their leaders are all military ministers and nobles, but although the history museum is under the name of the Hanlin Academy, it is directly responsible for the cabinet, which military minister dares to take care of it?

Therefore, these people are raised with big eyes, see who is not pleasing to the eye, they will smear you in the newspaper, and they often see the highest decision-making of the country, and their eyes are also tricky, and they also boast of being the master of the people, in short, the Ming Dynasty literati want to be bitches and set up archways The problem has been magnified countless times in the history museum writing, they may not be bad people, but the problems on the body are really a handful.

This Lu Bi is a model of the history museum's writing, a mouth is very poisonous, this [selling] two words are really deep in the essence of the text, and the five children in his mouth, is the famous minister Xue Susu, debuted at the age of thirteen, became famous in the world at the age of fifteen, won the first place in the Oiran for five consecutive years, is the unshakable leader of the journalist circle in Nanjing and even the entire Jiangnan journalist, twenty years old this year, it is said that the woman is eighteen years old and is old, but this law can only work for low-grade women, the first Oiran is still famous all over the world at the age of twenty or thirty. But it's not unusual.

Hearing Lu Bi say [there is a good person], Xue Susu suddenly burst into a smile, as if spring flowers are blooming, there is a posture of ice and snow melting, Lu Bi and her have known each other for several years, and when she saw her smile, she still felt dizzy.

"Wu'er, it's better to use your marbles to teach this red-lipped-toothed kid a lesson, so that he can know that he is young, he should judge himself and study hard, and it is not good to come to the fireworks to mingle." Lu Bi instigated.

Most middle-aged and old men are very jealous of the young man, and he wants to teach others to judge himself, but he openly goes out of the city to hunt with the girl, which is a typical double standard of literati. However, this is to please Xue Wu's joy, Xue Wu hates the little white face the most in his life, thinking that the little white face is a straw bag, the more handsome the man, the more she hates, this may be related to her own talent too much, or maybe she liked the little white face before the age of thirteen, and wanted to elope with others, but they didn't take her away, so because of love and hate, in short, she debuted at the age of thirteen so far, this hate of handsome Langjun is known to everyone.

Therefore, hearing Lu Bi's instigation, Xue Wu said hello without thinking, took off the bow with his backhand, and immediately handed over two projectiles to the maid next to him, both of which were clay sculptures and then exposed to the sun, and then painted with gold lacquer, and painted with Sanskrit mandalas on it, each of which can be said to be a beautiful painting, and the people of the time were honored to get the projectiles of Xue Wu Xue Nuxia.

Xue Wuwen is both martial arts, one hand slingshot is said to be able to shoot a projectile into the sky, then shoot another one, the second one can chase and smash the first one, her most common game is to put an apple on the top of the maid's head and then use the slingshot to shoot it off, the maids can't even notice.

Putting a projectile into the foreskin, she pulled the slingshot with both hands, and the bowstring emitted a low light explosion of quack, and with a slight aim, it shot out the jade crown that was tied on the head of the obedient official.

The obedient official just pushed away the girls who were pulling with him, his face was still a little red, and he said that Nanjing was really a place where fireworks flourished, and he was thinking about it, and suddenly his hair stood on end, as if he was walking in the dark night and was stared at by something.

Since he was a child, he and Shan Chixia have been practicing the basic skills of swordsmanship at this time, he pulled out his waist without thinking, and with the feeling of a knife was cut out, Muramasa split out half, his hand felt slightly tight, as if he had cut something, and he could hear a low sound in his ears, and a black shadow came like a streamer, and he was cut into two pieces.

sighed slightly, Xue Wuwan didn't expect that he would miss his shot, his pretty face suddenly couldn't hang up, the slender soft can't be flipped over, and put another projectile into the bag, his arms shook, and he pulled the bowstring again, as soon as he let go, there was a buzz, the bowstring broke violently, and the projectile shot out.

The good official just split the projectile, full of fire, which bastard wants to plot against the young master, is looking left and right, the hair on his back is a vertical backhand, the village in his hand is a cross-cut, the palm of the palm is shocked, and suddenly another projectile is cut off, he looked in the direction where the projectile came from, and saw a young woman wearing men's clothes, a belt around her waist, and a bow in her hand, looking at herself with a surprised face.

His face sank, and the obedient officer shook the reins of his horse, and walked over with his knife.

(To be continued)