"If there were also historians who wrote straight at that time, in their eyes, what would my life as an empress be written about?

In the end, will I still be forced to erect a wordless monument to prove myself? ”

The past suddenly came to his heart, and Lu Pheasant thought angrily.

Time has changed, and she admires the spirit of the historian in front of her who is not afraid of power, so she glanced at her uncle and grandson who were full of unbearable faces.

As a great Confucian, the uncle and grandson saw that the emperor was difficult to be a historian, so he was eager to prepare for a bitter and straightforward admonition, and was praised by the queen, so he slowly paced to the historian's side, picked up the purple frost rabbit pen complacently, gently shook the residual ink on the pen, and seemed to ask without bounds,

"What's your name?"

"Dong Wangzhi."

Uncle Sun Tong carefully twisted the rabbit hair in his hand, and said lightly,

"Oh, the surname is Dong.

Dong Hugong, the Taishi of the Jin Kingdom, is your ancestor, right? ”

As soon as these words came out, the whole hall was in an uproar, and even Liu Ji couldn't help but gather his anger and re-examine this young man who was neither humble nor arrogant with a little shock.

Dong Hu is the Taishi of the Jin Kingdom in the Spring and Autumn Period.

***

In the second year of the reign of Emperor Xuan, a major event occurred in the Jin Kingdom to kill the monarch with his ministers:

In September of that year, Jin Linggong took the opportunity of the banquet to ambush the armor during the banquet, trying to wait for an opportunity to get rid of Zhao Dun, the powerful secretary of the Jin State.

Zhao Dun escaped by chance, but he did not run far, only hid in the territory of the Jin Kingdom, suspected of secretly plotting. His younger brother Zhao Chong led the crowd to attack and kill the Duke of Jin Ling, and welcomed Zhao Dun back to the national capital.

After Zhao Dun returned to the capital, he did not punish Zhao Chong, who killed the king, but took advantage of the situation to support the uncle of Jin Linggong as the monarch, which was for Jin Chenggong.

Later, this ups and downs of the palace battle was recorded by Dong Hu, who was the Taishi at the time, and turned it into five powerful words-

"Zhao Dun killed his king" and proclaimed it to the courtiers.

Later, Confucius, who learned of this, praised Dong Hu as a good history of ancient times, calligraphy is not hidden, relying on his own judgment and reasoning, straight as a knife, in one fell swoop to pierce the hypocrisy of Zhao Dun's painstaking management for many years.

After meeting the descendants of the Dong family, most of the emperor's intentions today will be frustrated, but Dong Hu's fame is far and wide, and Liu Ji probably does not dare to rashly kill the historian to vent his anger.

Lu Pheasant was surprised, but gradually put his mind at ease, and only watched steadily, to see if Shusun Tong could get a calm result from the embarrassing stalemate.

I saw that Uncle Sun Tong's eyes rolled, and he asked patiently in the same earnest and seductive tone as he usually taught Liu Ying,

"Zhao Dun's murder of the king, you must be familiar with it.

Let me ask you, who killed Jin Linggong? ”

Dong Wangzhi pondered for a moment and replied word by word,

"The person was killed by Zhao Dunzhi's younger brother Zhao Chuan, but the act of killing the monarch was at the behest of Zhao Dun himself."

"Very good, your reply is not leaky, it can be seen that you have put your mind into it."

Uncle Sun Tong stroked a good beard, bowed his head frequently, and handed him the pen with his hand.

"Therefore, the straightforward book praised by Confucius not only refers to truthfully recording everything that is happening in front of him, but also to pass through layers of fog and see through the true nature of things, yes or no?"

"Yes."

"So, if Dong Hu arbitrarily put down his pen at the beginning of the incident, I am afraid that he will write down the appearance of 'Zhao Piercing and Killing the King', and let go of the culprit behind the scenes, yes or no?"

“…… Precisely. ”

"In this way, today's matter between His Majesty and the separation of the branch is still over,"

The uncle turned around and walked back to Liu Ji quickly,

His Majesty was overjoyed and asked if Changsha could grow this fruit.

The empress painstakingly admonished, saying that the people's good land was far better than the emperor's appetite.

Then His Majesty said—"

He squeezed his eyes at Liu Ji, Liu Ji suddenly realized, stroked his palm and smiled,

"Yes, yes, I am naturally humbly accepting advice, following kindness, and determined not to accept rare playthings from the county again.

Then, I not only praised the queen, but also ordered the historian to write down the incident so that the heirs and grandchildren would always remember it. ”

***

Liu Ji cleared his throat and deliberately raised his voice and said,

"Since I ascended the throne, I have been thin and thin, light servitude, internal repair of the system, external care, frugality, and rest with the people. And so on, they all want to do something practical for the people.

Now I forgot my form, almost forgot my original intention, but fortunately, the country has a queen, who is deeply benevolent and virtuous, diligent and thrifty, and timely advice and advice, for me to be a good admonition.

Give the queen - give something, I'll think about it later.

Dong family, have you written it down? ”

Dong Wangzhi was like falling clouds, holding a pen, looking at the emperor blankly, stunned.

Dong Hubi, Tai Shi Jian, has always been a model of the historian's iron bones, the emperor was angry, he had already made up his mind, he was determined to make a good history of fighting with his life, so as not to disgrace the glory of his ancestors.

Who knows, after the singing and harmony between Shusun Tong and Liu Ji, the situation suddenly changed, and he was a little overwhelmed.

The emperor has changed his ways, and has decreed that the county will be forbidden to offer treasures from now on, which is obviously a great thing for the benefit of the country and the people, but how can it feel a little bizarre, it seems to be contrary to the right path that he has pursued all his life.

Others could only see that Dong Wangzhi's miserable white face was tightly twisted with two thick eyebrows, but his neck was still straight, obviously hesitating.

Lu Pheasant sighed lightly, moved over, and whispered to the young figure who was as solemn as the wind of a pine,

"After all, you are too young to know that a person's life is very long, and you don't have to kill to become a benevolent.

Isn't the beauty of a gentleman's adult benevolence what the Master said? ”

These words are gentle and calm, almost inaudible, but in Dong Wangzhi's ears, they are like fairy Sanskrit sounds, deafening.

***

He couldn't help but look up to find the source of the voice, but when he saw the queen's plump cheeks and radiant face, her face was calm as usual, and only her lowered eyes seemed to see everything, all of which were the mercy of cherishing talents.

Thunder and rain and dew, spring breeze and rain, are all benevolence.

“…… Chancellor understood. ”

Now that the queen opened her mouth, Dong Wangzhi couldn't go on any longer, he got up from the ground in a little embarrassment, looked at his nose and nose, and stood on one side, not daring to raise his eyes again.

Lu Pheasant glanced left and right, and the palace people swarmed up, mopping the floor, picking up things, and the messy corner of the hall returned to normal.

"As for the return gift to Zhao Tuo in the future,"

As Lu Pheasant spoke, he leaned down, picked up the copper mispatterned calligraphy knife with his own hands, and gently rested it on the desk in front of Dong Wangzhi.

Dong Wangzhi bowed down, looked down at the corner of the robe contaminated by ink stains, only to feel that the emptiness in his chest could not reach the end, and after sitting back at the case, he silently remembered it again.

"As for the return gift, I have already instructed the East Weaver Order to do it."

"Oh, what does the queen think?"

"In addition to a pair of gold and silver utensils, flocculent wine and rice, plus a few unique brocades."

"Silk brocade is a customary gift, how can it be different?"

"When I say different, I mean the weave on the brocade.

This time, I ordered them all to weave grape patterns. ”

Liu Ji was puzzled,

"Grape pattern?

Can Zhao Tuo recognize grapes? Isn't that a specialty of the Western Regions?

If it weren't for Liu Jing bringing some wine from the Western Regions from the Xiongnu, we wouldn't have seen such fruits. ”

"Although we don't recognize it, I dare to say that Zhao Tuo must recognize it."

A smile appeared on Lu Pheasant's mouth,

"Your Majesty, don't forget, that Zhao Tuo was not born and raised in the southern land, his hometown is the true determination of Changshan.

It is not far from the Huns. ”