Because it was Chinese New Year's Eve, the lights of the Renming Hall were turned off very late, and the Library Pavilion was lit up all night. Early the next morning, it was supposed to be Mo Lan's turn and Langyue to turn off the lights, but because Langyue cut the window flowers for half a night after keeping the New Year, Yin Shi fell asleep in a daze, Zifei couldn't bear to wake her up, so he took the place of Rongyue privately. The library pavilion of Renming Hall is divided into two buildings in the north and south, the north building is close to the palace wall, standing on the top of the building, you can see the wine shop outside the palace, the voice of the people is boiling. Because the south building is next to the violent room, you can faintly hear the sound of the palace people being punished and moaning, and hundreds of officials looking for documents or borrowing and returning books and bamboo slips are also entering and exiting from the front door of this building.

Zifei was fat and bold, and volunteered to go to the south building, and Moran carried the spinning palace lamp along the verandah to the north building. This building has a total of three floors, the first floor and the second floor are orderly placed more than ten nine-foot-high ashwood bookcases, the end of the cabinet with white ground and black flowers long-necked vase inserted with fresh bouquets, every few days to replace.

The third floor has the Sui and Tang dynasties handed down, has not yet been printed bamboo slips, historical materials, etc., those bamboo slips or letters, or for the secret book, or for the holy calling, or for the long-lost classics, and mostly from the Tibetan, Turkic, Zhongli, Dashi and other small countries, the handwriting is chaotic and difficult to study, so the library is stored on the third floor.

The hall was tall and cold, and when the Moranti skirt crossed the threshold more than one foot high, he saw four or five old wood-carved lamp stands more than two feet high, lit with more than ten candles as thick as arms, shining on the marble bricks three feet square, as clean as a mirror. Moran extinguished the candle with a small spoon with a silver plum blossom handle, and the wick of the candle floated a wisp of light smoke in the gentle dawn light.

Two palace maids who were keeping vigil came out of the room, their faces full of tiredness, and one of the short girls said tiredly: "Finally survived this night." After saying that, he packed up his belongings and prepared to pay off.

Mo Lan smiled: "Hurry up and go to the Shanggong Bureau to receive the reward, you should get an extra share." The girl pursed her lips and smiled, and said, "If you can have a good New Year, you don't want to pay for it." ”

By the time Moran climbed to the third floor, it was already two o'clock. The sky is white, the light is diffused from the black fog, and there is a faint glow appearing, which makes people sober and excited. Mo Lan turned off the lights, pushed open the doors and windows everywhere, looked at the hazy Bianjing City by the railing, and thought of the scene of the New Year by the West Lake in Hangzhou, and was stunned. When the noise in the city gradually rose, and the sky was already bright, Mo Lan held back his mind and wanted to turn around and go downstairs, but suddenly heard fragmented footsteps, which seemed to follow him, and somehow in his mind, he thought of the female officer who had been talking about the hanging beam before, her tongue stretched out so long, and her eyes were so big...... She felt a pang in her heart, and suddenly her hands and feet were weak, and she couldn't control herself. She clutched the lights-out spoon tightly in her hand and shouted with all her might, "Who's there?" "I didn't dare to turn around, lest it was really the female official who died unjustly, and she was looking for someone to pay for her life. Quietly peeping with the rest of the eye, I could only see a touch of cyan robe, but it was made of fine brocade.

The visitor asked loudly: "Are you the palace maid?" ”

Listening to the voice of a young man, he breathed a sigh of relief. Mo Lan listened to the tone of his words, and expected that he was a courtier who had come to Renming Hall early in the morning to borrow books, so he hurriedly lowered his eyebrows and replied, "Yes." ”

The man said: "I am looking for the bamboo slips of the Western Xia Kingdom, do you know where to put them?" Mo Lan turned around and looked up, only to see a man dressed in a cyan robe, standing in a bright place in front of the window in the wind, his clothes fluttering, and his shoulders were wide and majestic, like a strong pine in the cold wind. She didn't show any fluster, pondered for a moment, and said calmly: "The bamboo slips here have no rules and regulations, and they are quite messy. There is only one law, but it can be found. ”

The man asked, "What is that pattern?" He stared at Moran fixedly.

Mo Lanwaner said: "Most of these bamboo slips come from small countries such as Tibet, Turkic, Zhongli, and Dashi, and there has been no translation for a long time, so if there are new bamboo slips, the division will be discharged from the inside to the outside. Adults can infer from the time of the bamboo slips dedication, the first and second cabinets are the bamboo slips collected in the Taizu period, the third and fourth are the collections of the Taizong period, and the rest of the adults can be inferred. ”

When the man heard this, he turned around and verified. Moran blessed his back and quietly went downstairs to leave. The man searched in the bamboo cabinet for a while, and as Mo Lan said, there were traces to follow, his heart was happy, and he turned around to thank him, where was there still a figure, only the sky was bright, and the plum petals on the cabinet fell.