Record of ups and downs in troubled times

Bypassing the Lantai Zangshu Pavilion, passing through layers of palaces and corridors, and walking for about a stick of incense, you will see a must-see in the imperial capital: Taichang Wanjuan Building.

From the outside, the building has only seven floors.The eighth floor is hidden under the high raised ridge, and few people know what is stored there.The Wanjuan floors are carved with beams and painted buildings, and the layout is exquisite.On the inner side of the wall are painted large chariots, horses and figures as tall as two people, all of which are lifelike, as if everything in the world is walking in this building.

Climbing all the way up from the ground floor, just savoring these murals carefully, it seems to have experienced all kinds of life in this world.

"Read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles. The name of this building is 'Wan Juan' or it has the deep meaning of the predecessors."

Tan Yangui held up the hem of his clothes impatiently: Although the costumes specially prepared for King Ke's funeral were indeed gorgeous and exquisite, they really made it difficult for him to move.

Or the clothes he usually picks and wears at random are more to his liking.

"Please." The little boy from Taichangyuan who led him upstairs relaxed his left arm and led the guest into the fifth pavilion of Wanjuanlou.In the pavilion is still the unique [-]-drawer shelf of purple apricot wood in Taichangyuan. In addition to stacking various classics, there are also two or three packs of lotus-shaped incense sticks hanging on the shelf.

Fragrant slices have a strong smell, like throwing yourself into a flower garden.This thing is not only to show the "elegance" of scholars, but also to drive away moths in books.The minced spices that Tan Yangui buys at Lantai Zangshuge every day also have such a use, but they are specially paid as a tribute to the emperor. It contains ingredients such as mint grass that soothe the nerves and refresh the mind, and the production process is more complicated. How many times higher than the incense slices of Taichangyuan.

The reason why Tan Yangui didn't like to stay in Wanjuanlou was also due to this fragrance: the strong smell made him dizzy.Another reason is that there are always people coming and going in Wanjuan Building, and I am not at peace in my heart, and I am afraid that I will not be able to read the book.

The superficial description is calm, and he can deceive others, but not himself.If he could really be as calm as water, he wouldn't let his temper run wild on such a big matter as the funeral.

Tan Yangui now regrets his actions at that time: no matter how many grievances he has with Liu Pu, he should not have vented his anger at King Ke's funeral.

Ugh.

This is the end of the matter, don't think about it.Tan Yangui persuaded himself, stretched out his hand to caress the spine of the volumes of books, and examined them one by one patiently: He came here to find out the records of King Chenghuai's funeral entrusted to him before.The annals in Zangshu Pavilion do have records of the burial of King Chenghuai, but because the war had just ended at that time, the things that fell on the paper were just hastily brought up, and the words were vague. It would be too hasty to calculate the truth based on this up.

Tan Yangui had read those pages of records over and over several times, and felt a little strange: King Chenghuai was a famous general of a generation, especially admired by others.Compared with his status, there are many irregularities in the recorded funeral.

Tan Yangui intends to continue the picketing, remembering that celebrities often like to write biographies, or other knowledge.Fortunate to be present at the funeral of such a great hero as King Chenghuai, it will inevitably arouse a lot of emotion among literati. Although the things in their writings are inevitably exaggerated, they may be used as a reference.

He stood in front of the shelf for a while, his feet were numb and sore, he simply sat down cross-legged against the shelf, and spread the book in his hand on his lap.

As dusk fell, the boy who had just led him upstairs held a lamp and quietly placed it beside him: since the establishment of Wanjuanlou, there has been a rule to light as many candles as there are people.There are many books in the building, if the candlelight is left unattended and an accident occurs, the loss will be too immeasurable.

Tan Yangui looked up at the little boy and thanked him habitually.With such a glance, I found that Huang De was standing in the diagonally opposite corner, looking at him eagerly.

"Young master." Huang De called out in a nasty voice, hugging the cylinder he was carrying in his arms at a loss.A trace of sweet fragrance leaked from the bamboo cylinder, and I don't know what delicious food is inside.

"Buns stuffed with fragrant incense." Huang De hurriedly explained when Tan Yangui's eyes shifted to the bamboo tube in his arms.He thought for a while, recalled what his master had told him before, and hurriedly added: "Your Majesty ordered someone to do it specially for you to make amends. I hope you will forgive him."

Huang De has been with his master for a long time, and finally he is a little smarter.Seeing that Tan Yangui had no intention of refusing, he moved closer step by step, lifted the lid of the bamboo tube, and placed it beside Tan Yangui.

"Take a bite. I heard that you haven't eaten since you got up this morning, and you stood in front of King Ke's spirit for a long time today. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."

Tan Yangui didn't try to be pretentious with him, he stretched out his hand and squeezed one into his mouth, and began to chew slowly.Taking advantage of his eating time, Huang De thought about doing what his master Zhou Zheng told him, so he said in a whisper, "Your Majesty also knows that you should not hide it from you, but he is definitely not sincere. Think about it, what happened at the funeral?" All the officials are staring at His Majesty. No matter what accessories he wears, they will be noticed by everyone. With so many people, there will always be someone who can recognize the origin of this thing. Servants and masters should never wear such expensive clothes. jade ornaments. I can only entrust you to you because of emotion and reason.”

He glanced at Tan Yangui's expression, and said: "As for why I didn't tell you in advance, it's because the master didn't know the inside story. Your Majesty just quarreled with you a few days ago, and maybe he couldn't get rid of it. This has turned into a misunderstanding Since it was a misunderstanding, I hope you can forgive Your Majesty."

"Did Zhou Changshi teach you word by word?" Tan Yangui chuckled, seeing Huang De's embarrassed expression, he felt much better for no reason.When he was young, he stuttered, but he finally corrected it, and now he still speaks very slowly.

He has already thought about these things, but thinking about it and doing it are two different things.

"You also think I'm narrow-minded?" Tan Yangui teased Huang De again.He is too lazy to sort out the chaos in his head now, but is more willing to see Huang De's embarrassing expression that is so anxious that he can't speak.

"No, no! Servant never thought of that! Mr. Tan, servant," Huang De blushed with excitement, "I admire you very much."

"Why?" Tan Yangui Zhiyi smiled, "Admiring me to be as leisurely as an old farmer in the mountains every day?"

"I dare not!" Huang De hurriedly waved his hands.He hesitated for a moment, then spoke again: "When I was young, I was honored to watch you compete with the young master of the Feng family. This battle alone was astonishing! I still remember that you won seven out of ten games. , Imposing manner is unique, but you are like a breeze, even better. Wherever the long sword points, it will be beneficial!"

"It's still called Young Master Feng. Brother Xuan Qi is currently serving as Wei Weiqing, so it's time to call him Master Wei Wei instead." Tan Yangui suddenly changed the subject.

He doesn't want to talk about the past.Gone are the days when we used to wield knives and swords. It’s like losing a precious thing. You know that you can’t get it back, but you still force yourself to think about it every day. Isn’t this just holding a knife? Do you pick up old scars that have already formed?

"Yes, yes! But when I think about it now, the grand scene of that day is still vivid as if it was yesterday." When Huang De got excited, he forgot about the winking, and just went on talking with a longing look on his face.

Which man didn't have the idea of ​​being a hero and a hero when he was young?It's a pity that I was born to be a servant, and I will never have the chance to hold a sword.

Tan Yangui rubbed her fingers around the side of the bamboo tube, looking puzzled.

Which man didn't have the ambition to break mountains and fill seas when he was young?He, Tan Yan, was still in his youth, so would he be willing to remain unknown and die in the palace of old age?How those people programmed him in their dog's mouth, how could he not know?He is also an upright man, so he really can bear swear words like "Male Zhaoyi" and "Male Queen"?

He was not convinced.

How could he be unconvinced.

"However," Huang De still said happily by himself, "It's been many years since I saw you holding a sword, but it's a pity. Uh, yes, are you calm now?"

Tan Yangui, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, stood up slowly with the help of a frame. Huang De hurried forward to help him, and asked cautiously, "Have you calmed down? Can you forgive Your Majesty?"

Tan Yangui didn't speak.

"The master can't do what he asked, and he will scold him later." Huang De pouted, his cheeks puffed up, like a little rabbit with eyes reddened by grievance.He knew that Second Young Master Tan was kind-hearted, so he thought it would be good to provoke him to show mercy.

Tan Yangui looked at the child who had just reached his chest, raised his hand to rub the top of his head, and said slowly: "I will go to Baibuting, there is no need to follow. You give this to Your Majesty, so you can keep it and don't damage it. gone."

He threw a roll of copied tissue paper into Huang De's arms, turned around and walked downstairs.

Huang De looked at his back as he left gracefully, and felt that he would definitely be scolded to death by his master this time when he went back.He beat himself on the forehead, regretted that he was stupid and failed to persuade people to come back, and had no other choice but to pick up the bamboo tubes on the ground and tidy up the scattered scrolls without any complaints.Still feeling reconciled in my heart, I muttered in a chirpy way: It's fine if the master gets angry, but if your majesty loses his temper, it will be miserable...

Don't you hear that the emperor was angry and laid down millions of corpses?He also thought that when he was older, he would be able to achieve the status of a master, with a few obedient apprentices running errands, while his family sat comfortably on a bamboo recliner, looking at the moon and the wind.

He couldn't lay down the corpse casually.

When Huang De was thinking blindly and praying that he would not be one of the unlucky ones in the million people at the Wanjuan Building, a long, oval-faced woman in pink walked by on the Zhuque Bridge. He walked towards Changle Palace.

Here comes Princess Eirin.

The palace servants in front of the gate of Changle Palace reported in one by one, Zhou Zheng quickly put down what he was doing and rushed out to meet the princess.

"Why are you here? Didn't you stay in Jingren Palace these days?" After standing for a while, there was no annoyance in Yonglin's soft tone.In her hair was a flying sparrow ring hairpin adorned with countless gold and jade beads, and every step she walked was like the tinkling of a spiritual spring, which made people feel a lot of pity for no reason.

Hearing her question like this, Zhou Zheng just showed a polite and perfunctory smile, and raised his foot to guide her into the hall.

This little girl wants to please both sides.It's a pity that the grass on the wall can only stand on the narrow half-inch, so it is either dead or injured, how can it be avoided?