After seven or eight days of hard work, everyone fell asleep.

After that angina, Liu Ju has been in a trance, sluggish, and always anxious, but today he finally settled down, from the start of the army on July 19, to the defeat and escape on July 27, and then to the first siege and killing on August 8, and to today, he returned to Chang'an on August 19, a whole month.

This month has been really a landslide and the earth has shaken. A month ago, he was still the crown prince admired by thousands of people, the successor of the empire, but a month later, he is sitting silently in a corner of the imperial prison, reduced to a beggar-like existence.

The empire is so big, so big that the country is not in the spring, and this empire is so small, so small that I don't even have a place to stand. My son may have met with an accident, otherwise my heart wouldn't be so colic, I don't know if my newborn grandson is still there?

Son, don't complain about being a father, you shouldn't have been born in the emperor's family.

If it comes, it will be safe, today's business is today, tomorrow's business, tomorrow's plan. Liu Ju also slowly fell asleep. This is the meaning of the county prison, the mansion, the mansion, the residence of the princes of the Western Han Dynasty in Chang'an, Kyoto. The counties set up offices in the capital division. The mansions set up by the Han counties and the vassal states in the capital were used for the accommodation of the officials from the county to the Beijing court. At the beginning, it was under the jurisdiction of the Shaofu, and then it was under the lieutenant, and then it belonged to the Great Honglu, and there were county chiefs and lords. There is also a county prison, and those who violate the law in the county of the world are taken into custody by the prison. It is the Royal Prison, and the general environment is still relatively good, and there are few private acts and abuses. After all, no one knows that if he is locked up here today and is a prisoner, will he turn over and return to the top tomorrow? Anyway, whether it is in the past or in the future, they are all nobles and masters, and it is right to treat them as masters.

Most of the prisoners here are in private rooms, just to prevent the phenomenon of mutual harm between prisoners. Of course, their father and son were in the same cell. Shortly after August 15, the moon in the sky was still complete, hanging coldly in the sky, and the moonlight poured in through the narrow window, making the small space appear extraordinarily cold.

Xiao Budian, who was lying on his side, suddenly lay flat and slowly floated, his eyes still closed, as if he was not awake. The black bracelet on the wrist also slowly squirmed and turned into a small ball again, this small ball surrounded Xiao Budian's body, from the head to the feet, spiraling, and the speed was not fast. From top to bottom, from bottom to top, the ball glows purple-red and shines all over his body. An extremely thin purple line of energy, barely detectable, stretched from the depths of the sky, through the roof, absorbed by the orb.

It didn't take long, maybe only a few breaths, and the ball returned to the shape of the bracelet, wrapped around the wrist of the little one, and the little one slowly fell back to the straw mat, turned over, and still fell asleep.

Taishi Ling's Mansion, Sima Qian's study, a huge candle was lit in the four corners of the room, and two smaller candles were also lit on both sides of the desk. These candles were specially given by the emperor, and they were all lit tonight. Although the moon is shining outside, the house is even brighterly lit.

For Tai Shiling, today is a good day, a big day, and a memorable day. After years of hard work, enduring humiliation and burden, it finally came to fruition: the draft of "Taishi Lingshu" is finished!

Sitting in the pavilion in the courtyard, watching the busy figures of the children and grandchildren and slaves in the house, the pride and pride in my heart arise spontaneously, all 130 episodes, more than 500,000 words, the emperor's masterpiece! The painstaking efforts of two generations of father and son, and the ideals of two generations, have finally been completed today.

In the Han Dynasty, there was also a kind of wine called "ethereal jade", which generally referred to blue-green wine. The great literati of the Western Han Dynasty said in "Liu Fu": "The wine of the jade is the mash of the golden pulp", which can be seen to be no worse than the "golden pulp". As for the reason for the green color of the wine, it is speculated that there is green dregs floating in the wine. There is a stone platform in the pavilion, and there is a jade bucket in the platform, and the moon in the bucket is clear and holy. Tai Shiling raised his glass and drank it, a trace of coolness slipped from his throat to his heart, and a line of warmth slowly rose from his heart and sent it to his whole body, and every pore in his body exuded a cry of comfort. The cool breeze of the autumn night gently caresses every restless part of the body, just like a young mother gently patting a child who has not yet fallen asleep, everything is so harmonious and warm.

This is the imperial wine called "Ethereal Jade" in the palace, "the wine of the Ethereal Jade, the mash of the golden pulp", which is usually reluctant to drink, and is specially taken out to drink alone tonight to celebrate. After my father burned all the history books of various countries after the first emperor burned them, he had a grand wish: to recreate the annals of history! Single-handedly, leave some memories for this nation.

The road was not smooth, and almost all kings, no matter how extravagant and mediocre they were, wanted to leave their glorious image in the annals of history, as was the case with the first emperor, and the same is true with the current emperor. History, in their eyes, is like a woman in a green house, let it be played. Revising or tampering with history is a common hobby of all faint kings and kings, and the more dim they are, the more they want to leave a wise and martial image.

Thinking of this, Tai Shiling's face finally showed a covetous and playful expression.

"You can punish me, I will make you a mongrel forever, a dragon, a totem, but he is also a beast in the end, and I also make you proud of the mongrel, mongrel!" Decades of grievances can finally be relieved.

"In view of the appearance of those who meet in water, in view of the fact that everyone knows good and evil"

Tai Shi Ling was slightly drunk, put down the bottle, stood up, and walked out of the gazebo slowly. Look up at the bright moon, although not as round as fifteen o'clock, it is still bright and lovely, enchanting and beautiful. A few clouds in the sky are also charming and colorful, and they are extraordinarily affectionate.

"The bright moon enters my arms, and the breeze blows me; One year old, one soil, forever leave my name"

I can't help but be fascinated.

Hey? What's that?

A thin purple light spanned the starry sky and landed in Chang'an City. It's not bright, but it's clearly visible. Got my eyes? Tai Shi Ling hurriedly rubbed his eyes, the light was still there.

"Lin'er! Guan'er! Come here! Sima Qian stared at the moon intently, and hurriedly called out to his son and daughter.

Hearing their father's loud shout, Tai Shiling's two sons thought something was wrong, and immediately put down their work and ran out.

"Father, what's wrong with you?" Sima Linyi came to his father's side and asked a question hurriedly, looking from top to bottom, for fear that his father would have an accident.

"Look, what's that?"

"Where?" found that there was nothing wrong with the father, and the father's attention was not on himself, and the eldest son's heart was also relaxed.

"Nothing." The daughter's heart also calmed down, and she followed her father's finger and looked at the moon in the sky. Following my father's fingers, there were only the moon and clouds.

"Don't you see a purple light?" Sima Qian turned his head suspiciously, looking at his son and daughter.

"No, nothing, father, are you dazzled?" The son's eyes widened.

"Huh? It's impossible" Tai Shiling rubbed his eyes again, and looked again, sure enough, there was no more.

"Just now, it was clear and clear, why is it gone now?"

"Father, you must be too tired, go back to your room and rest. We'll do the cleaning up of the room, you can rest assured," ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ daughter comforted her father intimately.

"I saw it clearly, why is it gone?" The old man was helped by his two sons into the house, talking to himself as he spoke.

"Am I really dazzled? Impossible? Dazzled will you still see so clearly? Be serious, don't mess up the order. ”

"Yes, yes, Father, don't worry. The books in your rooms are not all cleaned up by our brothers, which one is messy.

"~~~~~~~~~~~~ "It doesn't make sense, it's not a star, it's really light."