The historian can't write

Being a nerd is bad in every way, but one thing is good, that is, being serious about things.Cui Jingxing took the trouble to revise the historical manuscript over and over again that no one would review.

Mu Shufeng finished reviewing the pile of historical manuscripts at his side, and looked up to see that Cui Jingxing was still scribbling there. It took a long time for the other party's eyes to blink slowly, as if his decayed brain was always Turning so slowly, it is difficult for such a dull person to attract attention, but Mu Shufeng's eyes swept over his eyebrows and eyes several times.

Cui Jingxing was so focused that he didn't seem to notice the gaze from the other side.

Seeing him so focused, Mu Shufeng was startled and a little dazed. Suddenly, he saw that the person opposite was not holding a pen, but a long-necked flower filled with water. The water in the flower slowly Poured into the flower pot below, the man stared at the flower pot with such concentration and seriousness.

Cui Jingxing finished transcribing the revised historical manuscript neatly, and put the pen on the pen stand, then blew on the ink, and handed it over with both hands, "Lord Mu, I have finished the revision."

Mu Shufeng came back to his senses, there were no flower pots, no flowers to water, and no old friend on the opposite side, only a bookworm with similar facial features.

"grown ups?"

Mu Shufeng didn't show any strange emotions. He took the manuscript. The handwriting was neat and clean, and he looked very comfortable. That version."

Cui Jingxing worked hard for a whole day, and finally used the original version intact. It was inevitable for him to be annoyed, but he just pursed his lips slightly, and cleaned up the pen and ink on the table without saying a word.

Mu Shufeng said: "Still angry?"

Cui Jingxing stood up, stroked his sleeves, gave a very sour and rigid gift, and said seriously: "I don't know where I offended my lord."

"You did offend me, but I didn't torment you because of it." Mu Shufeng spread out the manuscript he had written, "You see, although you are well-read and knowledgeable in history, you have mediocre rhetoric and no history at all." Talent, and there is no historical knowledge according to the scriptures, so how is it different from the official who is responsible for recording?"

Cui Jingxing didn't expect Mu Shufeng to say these words, he secretly speculated but didn't intervene, still looking sullen as if he was listening to the training.

Mu Shufeng continued: "The records of the affairs of each department are sealed to the History Museum, so that the History Museum can extract and write the history of the country. For example, the living man records the emperor's words, deeds, and state affairs. Send the note to the History Museum for deletion and revision? Wouldn’t it be superfluous to take so much time and effort?”

Cui Jingxing looked at Mu Shufeng's side face, Mu Shufeng didn't seem to be joking but was very serious.

Mu Shufeng said: "The good history of the ancients, historiography, historical talent, and historical knowledge are indispensable. The history museum not only records current events, but also compiles the history of the past and the present. You..."

He looked up at Cui Jingxing, met a pair of dull eyes, and stopped abruptly in the middle of speaking.There is skin but no bones, and it is not an old friend.

"Master Mu?"

Mu Shufeng couldn't hide the disappointment in his eyes. He threw the manuscript back on the table, flicked the dust on his clothes, got up and said, "Clean up this place." After finishing speaking, he tidied up his clothes, turned and left up.

A carriage stopped early at the entrance of the History Museum, and a handsome and lovely young man stood in front of the carriage and waved to Mu Shufeng, "Master!"

Mu Shufeng walked over, "Have you bought all the offerings?"

"I've bought everything. The master bought it himself. Hey? Master, why are you unhappy today?"

"I met someone." Mu Shufeng got into the carriage, opened the curtains and looked outside, and the carriage slowly left.

Mu Qi was even more surprised when he heard that, except today, he had never seen his master lose his temper, so he asked through the curtain of the car, "Is it an old friend?"

"It's very similar to an old friend, after all, it's not." After finishing speaking, Mu Shufeng stopped talking.

Cui Jingxing was the only one left in the study room. He looked down at a table of historical manuscripts, with suspicion in his eyes, "What does Mu Shufeng mean?" He seemed angry, but he didn't seem angry, and finally said to him Talking so much doesn't seem like he's getting angry, but it seems like he wants to teach him history?

"It's really...unpredictable, moody." Cui Jingxing shook his head, he put away the waste paper, took a look at the sky, and then went to the toilet, ready to go back home.

The weather was sweltering, Cui Jingxing was squatting in the latrine, covering his nose with one hand, his brows were slightly frowned as if he was thinking hard about something, after a long time he took a sharp breath, he seemed to be choking.

At this moment, there was a sound of someone stepping in the toilet next door.He squatted here for so long, but he didn't hear anyone coming in or out. Why did the sound of footsteps suddenly appear next door?Cui Jingxing was startled, he held his breath and listened carefully, but there was no movement next door.

Under the blue sky and the sun, Cui Jingxing broke out in a cold sweat. He bit the bullet and asked loudly: "He, who is next door?"

"It's me." A weak reply came from the next door.

Cui Jingxing was slightly startled, "Old Xiuzhuan?" Lao Xiuzhuan's surname was not Lao, but he was the oldest, with white hair and beard, so the history museum called him Lao Xiuzhuan.

"Otherwise, do you think I'm a ghost?"

Cui Jingxing said, "I didn't hear you coming in."

Old Xiuzhuan let out a long sigh, "Today is the first day of junior high school."

On the first day of every month, Mu Shufeng came to the history museum to pass the game, and on the first day of every month, the old Xiuzhuan had to squat in the toilet for a whole day.

Cui Jingxing said: "How about the first day?"

"I don't want to see Mugou."

Cui Jingxing understood immediately when he heard the words, he was silent for a while and said: "Actually, Mr. Mu is not a bloodthirsty person."

The old Xiuzhuan snorted coldly, "Am I greedy for life and afraid of death? I hate that I don't have a sharp sword in my hand, and I can kill a traitor to sacrifice a heroic spirit. Boy, you are also a mediocre and incompetent person. Since you like kneeling and admiring dogs so much, don't be with me anymore." speak."

Cui Jingxing groaned and groaned for a long time, his face was flushed, but he couldn't speak a word, he looked like a dumb-mouthed scholar.

The atmosphere was silent for a moment, and Lao Xiuzhuan realized that the person next door was usually withdrawn and dull and didn't know how to speak. He thought to himself, what's the matter with such a nerd?Lao Xiuzhuan took the initiative to ask, "Has Mugou left?"

"Let's go." Cui Jingxing replied honestly, his eyes were always indifferent and clear, but he asked hesitantly: "I want to go to the Secret Pavilion to find some books. You have the oldest qualifications. Is there any way?"

Since the supervisor of the History Museum 20 years ago was imprisoned by the nine clans because of the history of the previous dynasty, the secret pavilion for collecting royal collections and banned books has not been opened at will. .

Cui Jingxing had always been withdrawn and rarely asked others for help. Lao Xiuzhuan wanted to help, but he suddenly fell silent, and after a while he said: "Now the person in charge of the secret pavilion is Mugou, what book do you want to read? Don't we Isn’t there any in the history museum?”

The History Museum is responsible for compiling the history of the country. In order to facilitate reference and writing, most of the books in the country are stored here.

"No."

Lao Xiuzhuan was silent again, this time after a longer time, he continued: "Boy Cui, are you going to move Liang Shi?"

All over the world, the only books that can be searched by people in the history museum are related to the previous dynasty. Since the secret pavilion was closed 20 years ago, books related to the previous dynasty have also been locked in the secret pavilion , and the matter of compiling the history of the former dynasty was no longer mentioned, and the originally popular history museum has since then been reduced to a low-level yamen.

Cui Jingxing was dumbfounded, and said after a long time, "Old Xiuzhuan, how dare I... dare to touch that terrible thing?"

"Hmph, you know best, don't you forget how Mu Pingsheng died 20 years ago?" Lao Xiuzhuan paused and said, "But judging by your appearance, you are not such a spineless person."

Cui Jingxing said: "I just like ancient books."

"Hmph, if you want to enter the secret pavilion, go to Mugou, anyway, you like to kneel to him."

Cui Jingxing frowned, Mu Shufeng?After getting along this day, he realized that Mu Shufeng was different from the rumors, and it might not be easy to ask Mu Shufeng for help.

Cui En, the housekeeper, knew that Mu Shufeng came to the history museum today, so he stood guard at the door early in the morning. When he saw Cui Jingxing coming back, he quickly went up to him and asked, "Master, did Mu Shufeng make things difficult for you?"

"It's not difficult." Cui Jingxing said, "He is really elusive."

Cui En laughed and said: "Anyway, the young master will not have any interaction with him in the future."

"That's not necessarily the case. I have to ask you to help me find out Mu Shufeng's preferences. I will find an excuse to visit someday."

Cui En was slightly startled, "Master, what are you doing to him?"

Cui Jingxing glanced at him, "I want to enter the secret pavilion. The former emperor burned the books of the previous dynasty, and now there are very few that can be seen. I can only go to the secret pavilion to try my luck, otherwise how can I complete the history of Liang?"

"Master..." Cui En looked worried.

Cui Jingxing waved his hands to stop his consolation, and said: "Uncle Cui, thanks to you taking care of me these years, I am in danger. You should marry a wife and have children as soon as possible, so that someone will take care of me in the future."

"Why did the young master say such things again?" Cui En frowned, "Master was very kind to me when he was alive, and he was in great trouble, but I can do nothing but raise you for him. Now I have nothing else to ask , I just hope to see the young master live in peace, and to see the young master's wife and children consummated in the future."

Cui Jingxing sighed softly, "Uncle Cui, I understand what you mean. But the history of Liang has not yet been completed, and my father's behest has not yet been fulfilled. I will never be able to live like an ordinary person in my life."

Cui En bowed his head and said: "I know the young master will not change his mind, I just hope that the young master can act cautiously in everything."

Cui Jingxing lit an oil lamp, looked at the flickering sparks on the wick, "I will be cautious, it has been 20 years."

Cui En looked up at him, hesitant to speak.

"Uncle Cui, is the sacrifice ready?"

"Today is benefactor's memorial day, I made preparations early in the morning."

Cui Jingxing got up to pat the clothes, opened the closet, and there was a set of white filial piety clothes in the lower grid. His hands rested on the filial piety clothes for a long time and rubbed them, as if recalling them. After a long time, he took out the filial piety clothes with both hands.

Cui En withdrew from the house, worshiped incense candles and other offerings in the yard, and when he finished setting them up, Cui Jingxing also came out.

Holding a tablet in his hand, Cui Jingxing walked towards the sacrificial table step by step, carefully placed the tablet on it, then took two steps back, raised his hands and knelt down on the ground to salute. After a long time, he raised his head and looked at the tablet on the tablet. Name - Mu Pingsheng.

The author has something to say: Remarks: The three long theories of historical talents (historical studies, historical talents, and historical knowledge) in this article can be found in [Tang] Liu Zhiji's "Shi Tong" and "Old Tang Book. Liu Zixuan Biography".

Liu Zhiji: "Historical talents must have three strengths. There are no such people in the world, so there are few historical talents. The three strengths are talent, learning, and knowledge." - "Old Tang Book. Biography of Liu Zixuan".

(All opinions and systems presented in this article only represent the timely needs and three views of the characters in the article, and do not mean that they are absolutely correct.)