In the middle of the first month, there was another snowfall, the first glow after the snow, the sky was very sparse, the sun shone on the ground, dazzling like a piece of broken silver, the door of Tianlu Pavilion was cold and clear, only a line of sparse footprints was left in the snow, push the door and go in to see, Ah Yuan fell into the pile of books, while blowing his nose and raised his head to look at Song Yuxuan sadly, pointing to a row of Huanghuali bookshelves behind him and complaining to Song Yuxuan: "The head has a whim, let's talk about the Tianlu Pavilion collection!" Come in March! It's a pity that so many books are tired and tired like a hill, and there are not many people, what else can you say? ”

Ah Yuan's face is yellow, her lips are slightly purple, and her eyes are dark and yellow, which is a sign of spleen deficiency and dampness, she must have injured her organs due to fatigue, Song Yuqiu secretly screamed in her heart and wanted to persuade her, but it happened that Ah Yuan stood up and wanted to take down the book on the right, and inadvertently pounced.

Song Yusui hurriedly walked over, touched her forehead was still a little wet, tired and cold, I was afraid that she would be sick for a while, Song Yusui took a lot of effort to pull her to the internal pharmacy, Chen Dianyao gave her a pulse, Ah Yuan grabbed Song Yuqiu's hands in a daze, and her mouth was still nostalgic for the unclarified collection of books, Song Yusui sighed softly, put her hands back in the quilt, and returned to Tianlu Pavilion heavily to complete her task.

The books in Tianlu Pavilion have really not been cleaned for many years, many of them are covered with dust, and more books have been moth-eaten to the point that the pages are broken. In the past few years, Song Yuxuan has thought of many ways to deal with these books, but with little success. Song Yuxuan thought about it for a long time and didn't have a good way, so she decided to do it herself. Song Yuxuan divided these books into several categories. Song Yuqiu used to plan to divide it into subsets of scriptures and histories, and then carefully divide them, but now it is not practical to look at them, so it is better to pick out those books that have not deteriorated first.

In the morning, I desperately patted off the dust accumulated in the book, choked on the dust, but it was still very rewarding. When Song Yuxuan picked up a book, it had already turned to the title page. Song Yuqiu knew that this was the book that Song Yuqiu was going to read - "Liezi". It's like a key that opens a window. Song Yuqiu couldn't wait to look at it. Song Yuxuan took out more than a dozen wooden tablets from the bookshelf, most of which were small seals - "Liezi" and the like. Shujian is one of the precious classics handed down from the Qin and Han dynasties, and it is said that the Qin and Han dynasties used bamboo slips and wooden scripts, and the number of them is amazing. Song Yuxuan was surprised, and the Han Jane, which was hard to find outside the palace, was piled up like waste items in the palace, which was really wasted.

After sorting out about 5 bookshelves, looking at the full books, I felt a slight pain in my temples, and reluctantly flipped through the categories, thinking that there were not many books, but there were many books in which I had never even heard of names, and I had to spend a lot of effort to read the general content of unfamiliar books, and there were more classifications.

Song Yu watched fascinatedly, no one heard the sound of the door shaft rotating, and in a trance, he only felt a cluster of brilliance reflected in the room. Song Yuqiu knew that this was Song Yuxuan's father. He was a painter, and Song Yuqiu didn't know how to paint, but he thought his paintings were beautiful, so he asked him for advice. The father said, "Then go to him." Song Yuxuan had no choice but to follow. Song Yuqiu raised his head slightly, and saw a person standing against the light in the haze, the light reflected in the snow surrounded his clothes, and the light could grab the sun and the moon like a shuttle, which made people fearful.

Raised his feet and entered the door, the brilliance was gone, and his face was still hidden in the shadows, Song Yuxuan had to judge that this was a son based on that figure. "Who are you?" He looked into Song Yuqiu's eyes and asked, "Do you know where Song Yuqiu came from?" Do you know what Song Yuxuan's identity is?" He seemed a little dazed. Song Yuqiu's face suddenly turned red. Song Yuxuan panicked suddenly, it was not a lucky thing to meet a man in the inner court, and he didn't expect to have such a bizarre experience with the emperor.

But now there is no way out, Song Yuxuan unconsciously pinched his hand on the barrel of the pen, waiting for him to open his mouth and ask: "You are the only one here, right?" ”

Song Yuqiu's heart tightened, shook his head, nodded again, there was still a pimple on his tongue, and asked in a panic: "You, is there anything wrong with you?" ”

He seemed to feel that Song Yuxuan's nervous expression was extremely absurd, and he actually said with a relaxed smile: "Don't be nervous, girl, let's just go to the historian of Hongwen Hall, go here to check some materials from the previous dynasty!" ”

Historian? Historian Qi Shao! Song Yuxuan was attracted by these two words. It was a winter morning, and the wind was cold outside the window, but it was warm inside. He was sitting at his desk reviewing papers. Song Yusui recognized the man at a glance, and he also walked towards Song Yuqiu. The window lattice cast a shallow halo on him again. In the days when he was hiding in Kuaixue Building, Qi Shao, who was like a thorn in his back, only had a hazy impression left, and he only looked at it carefully today.

A brown cotton robe with no embroidery on the sleeves, plain face to the sky, carefully look at its soap boots are also stained with stars and mud spots, but the plain face is difficult to hide the elegant temperament, the eyebrows and eyes are wrapped around the scholar's arrogant and arrogant expression, the eyes are as deep as a midsummer night epiphany, mysterious and moving. He is Zhang Jiuling, the famous prime minister of the Tang Dynasty. In "All Tang Poems", he is a well-known figure, leaving countless masterpieces in the pen of literati in the past dynasties. And in the history of the Tang Dynasty, he is even more of a legendary character. The pen of the historian has always been revered by the king, and it is not surprising that his arrogant temperament is not surprising.

Unlike Song Yuxuan's surprise, he was not surprised when he saw Song Yuxuan, but only smiled lightly and said, "Su Yaonu is really everywhere!" ”

He joked with Song Yuqiu, and the inner attendant flashed outside the door, and Song Yuxuan also secretly speculated about the reason why the historian appeared in the inner court. Song Yuxuan said: "Mr. is an envoy sent by the emperor to inspect the world and inspect officials. "Oh, how do you know?" The historian looked at Song Yuqiu curiously. "Song Yuxuan doesn't know." Song Yuxuan replied. Seeing that the waiter's gaze lingered on Song Yuxuan's body for a moment, he bowed lightly and said, "Sir, you can go to Tianlu Pavilion to study it carefully, but you must pay attention to your work and don't embarrass the family." ”

Qi Shao calmly turned around, returned the salute to the inner supervisor, and said awe-inspiringly: "The inner attendant can wait outside the door, read the book below, and leave." ”

The waiter left him and looked at him, as if he didn't bother to say anything to him, and when he returned to close the door, Song Yuqiu found that the waiter was just a historian wearing green dark clothes, middle to lower grades, and sending a small yellow door to monitor and check materials.

When the waiter was talking, Song Yuqiu and he nodded to each other as a salute, and the little yellow door stood outside the door, quite tacitly not to say Danqing, with a little greeting, and the two were very busy. After he came out of the study, he waited for Song Yuqiu at the door. He wore a felt hat and a white shirt, which looked a little restrained. "What book do you want?" He asked. Qi Shao came to the library and found the book he wanted. Song Yusui lowered his head and continued to copy the bibliography, and after half a moment's work, he reappeared in front of Song Yuqiu's eyes and said, "Su Yaonu knows where to put the "Sacred Dynasty Testament"? ”

The book contains a lot of Empress Wenduan's experience in reading history, as well as texts commenting on the gains and losses of emperors in the past dynasties, so as to alert future generations. This book was written by his second son, Zhou Sicong, and consists of ten volumes and about one million words. The content covers many fields such as politics, economics, and military, and there is no lack of insight. This book had a great influence at the time. It is safe to say that it is indeed a rare rare book, but considering that Empress Wenduan is a woman, the scholars and doctors do not attach much importance to this book, and they are unwilling to pass it on, so the book is gradually dispersed, the author also inadvertently turned out this book a few days ago, and after reading it, I admired the vision of Empress Wenduan even more, and it was worthy of being the woman who mediated the world back then.

Perhaps he had a liking for this book, so he deliberately put it on a desk more than half a foot long, turned sideways and took out the book to show him, and asked, "Will the adults make up a history for Empress Wenduan?" "Of course! Song Yuxuan wants to compile a history book for her. "Yes! Write it! He said smugly. Song Yusui smiled and said, "What do you write?" "Make history!" "What's wrong? Empress Wenduan managed the affairs of the world in an orderly manner during her lifetime, and the sea was peaceful.

"Probably!" Qi Shao said, "It's impossible! "Can you make things clearer?" Qi Shao asked. "Of course, the 'Hongbunkan' is in the palace. Qi Shao took the book and said, "However, the historical information recorded by Hongwenguan on this queen is all the result of the queen's crazy slaughter of the royal family. Song Yuxuan thinks that he might as well take a look at the book compiled by the queen to make a conclusion! ”

Song Yuxuan couldn't help but sneer: The history books compiled by the scholars never describe women with words. Song Yuxuan still remembers that in the "History of Jin", there is a record about the cause of Empress Wenduan's death during the reign of the Jurchen people: after being deposed for raising an illegitimate daughter, she died a very desolate death. Even if the slaughter of the clan became the heaviest stain on Empress Wenduan's reign, and the eradication of several Xiao royal families who were opposed to it, because of this, her nickname only stayed on "Wenduan", and there was no more noble "Wende", but the flaws were not concealed, the historians only focused on magnifying its stains, and there was obviously a prejudice against women's rule, but the purge of political dissent was endless in various dynasties, and Empress Wenduan was not a temporary move.

It is rare that Qi Shao has also mastered the boundaries of historians, otherwise Yu Hongwenguan and Song Yingche, a group of historians who think they are, don't know what kind of infamy Empress Wenduan has left behind.

Song Yusui immediately had a sense of affinity with him, there was no other bookcase at home, only Song Yusui was a few shorter in front of him, and he didn't mean to rob the bookcase with Song Yuqiu, in order to avoid suspicion, he also deliberately stood in a position open by the window and flipped up the bookbook, Song Yusui inevitably felt pity, so he moved the dozen books accumulated on the table and said: "Let's let the adults move!" Standing here and reading is easy to sour the neck! ”

Qi Shao smiled and waved his hand to excuse himself, Song Yusui thought that he was a gentleman even more, and he would not be reluctant, in the long afternoon, Song Yusui and him never talked again, and only the sound of him turning the book and Song Yusui brushing and copying was heard in the room, just like the thin sound made by the spring silkworm when it gnawed on mulberry leaves, which calmed people's hearts for no reason.