Linque

The atmosphere behind the geographical screen of mountains and rivers and the front hall are like two worlds. Chu Heng knelt down beside the Bogu stand, and the cover of the top book in front of him was written with the words "Zhaoming Minutes", which is a part of the history of Dayin Kingdom. book.

He picked it up casually, opened it, glanced at it, read the content, and suddenly burst out laughing, "Zhaoming Minutes" turned out to be another universe, where there was no history book, it was clearly a book of folk tales.

This is the main hall of Jingcheng Hall, except for the person who asked him to sit here for a while, no one dared to hide the script behind the dragon chair.

Chu Heng turned to the last page. This book was printed in the early spring of Xuanxi's second year. It has been a long time since then, and it is not a travelogue that is fashionable at the moment.

There are not a few books here in total, and the sum is only the amount of one hand plus one finger, which is very sparse.Chu Heng turned over the last pages of these books one by one, and found that they were all from the past.

Folk vernacular books are only for entertainment, and no one will use them to appreciate and collect them. After reading them, they will be thrown into the pile of old books.You can buy a volume for less than ten yuan. Most of them are printed very crudely, and the paper used is also the worst. After a long time, they can be torn apart with a slight movement of the hand.

Although the few books in the Jingcheng Temple have been around for a long time, they are all well preserved.

Some papers in the middle of the "Zhaoming Minutes" had torn corners, and the pages were carefully pasted up, and the missing words and sentences on it were also filled in lower case.

Chu Heng rubbed his fingertips lightly on the paper a few times, and he recognized it at a glance. It was His Majesty's handwriting, but it was completely different from his handwriting when he was reviewing the memorial.

As an imperial servant, Chu Heng has seen countless imperial pens and verdicts on memorials. The words on them are strict and neat, and the writing is broad and peaceful, but inside there is a sharpness that cannot be violated, domineering and restrained, perhaps like sitting on the throne. An emperor who is not angry, arrogant, deep and unpredictable.

But the small letters in the storybook are full of tranquility and simplicity, and the solemn and dignified imperial majesty is lost between the lines, as if only the person named "Ling Ye" is writing.

Chu Heng stroked the handwriting, his heart felt soft, he bent his eyes and smiled, flipped through the book and read a few pages, and found that it was not just about repairing the missing corners.

Most of the folk tales are rough and crude, for the purpose of telling a few or two stories, and the plots of succession and succession will be completed when it comes to it.If the author's words and sentences are not clear or smooth, the people who read the script are just for fun, and of course they don't care.

As for the "Minutes of Zhaoming" in front of Chu Heng, every error and omission between the lines has been carefully proofread.

The imperial cinnabar ink used for reviewing memorials and making state affairs fell on the yellowed stagnant stick paper, and each stroke seemed out of place. From it, one can vaguely see the young emperor who was reading the crude script under the lamp to check for omissions word by word. , What kind of seriousness and piety should it be.

Two volumes of these story books are about folk customs, one is about travel notes, and the other three are about romance.From the second year of Xuanxi to the seventh year of Xuanxi, each book was proofread, and the edges of the paper were slightly curled up. The owner of the book obviously turned them over many times.

Chu Heng rubbed the corners of those slightly curled pages, feeling a little distressed.

Others can get it at their fingertips, and after reading it once, they throw it aside to pad the corner of the table. The owner of the book regards it as a treasure. It does not belong to the "Emperor", but only to "Ling Ye". color.

He took the trouble to proofread every mistake and omission, and read over and over again these seemingly crude and omissions but filled with all kinds of human expressions. These are the loveliness of the world that cannot be found in Jiuzhongque.

Maybe in front of these books, he can take off the coat of the Kyushu emperor, take off the complicated and heavy twelve crowns, no longer solemn and majestic, majestic and quiet, he will laugh when he sees interesting bridges, and mourn when he reads sad stories .

But such a "Ling Ye" cannot be seen by others, and the script must be hidden.

Now the person who secretly hides the script is sitting on the dragon chair in front of him.Starting from the carpet under Chu Heng's feet, one has to go around the screen and step on the throne of Dan Bi, and walk many steps before getting close to him.On weekdays, the imperial servant Mo's study is on duty, and there are only three steps away from him.

The distance is obviously long, but at the moment Chu Heng is holding these pages with curly corners, but he feels that he is a little closer to the person named "Ling Ye", closer than three steps.

But also more and more distressed.

It would have been nice to have met him sooner.

Chu Heng looked down at the book in his hand, and suddenly thought in his heart, if he could meet Ling Ye earlier, maybe he could bring a few more volumes of scripts for him.

There are all kinds of books in Lishan Library Pavilion, Chu Heng remembers that there are a few books that are very well written, Lishankai also has them in the bookstore in the imperial capital, and they are very popular among readers.

When I go out to the palace another day, I can secretly hide it in the wide sleeves of my clothes and bring it here. It just so happens that Ling Ye’s book does not include Xuan Xi’s eight years. He can make up for him, and he can make up two more volumes. Thinking about the return of helping himself to vent his anger, Chu Heng couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.

At the moment the front hall is very quiet, you can hear a needle being dropped, and His Majesty is bullying others for him.

Chu Heng's eyebrows stretched, and he simply sat down on the carpet with his legs crossed, intending to look at the red dust in Ling Ye's eyes—maybe after seeing it, he could quietly approach him a little more.

Chu Heng picked up a book about the Seventh Year of Xuanxi, and by the name, he knew it was about romance and love with his son.

When he opened the title page, he didn't see the author's name. The eight big characters painted with iron and silver hooks came straight into his eyes-"My heart is a rock, and I can't change it."

Chu Heng was slightly taken aback.

It is also His Majesty's pen and ink, but the style of the pen and ink is completely different from the simple and quiet lower case that proofreads mistakes and omissions.

Chu Heng read it silently in his heart, gently traced the ink on it with his fingertips, and it seemed that the pair of hands in charge of the heaven and earth of Dayin Kyushu appeared in front of his eyes, holding the pen of Shanhe Sheji, dipped in the ink of Jiangshan not old, and the words written were majestic and thousand. Jun, every stroke of the painting is as powerful as the back of the paper, as if he is making a determination to never regret it.

However, the eight characters written in this way are written in a book of love stories that seem to be incompatible with it.

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After Ling Ye dealt with Xu Shao, he walked around the screen and saw Chu Heng sitting on the carpet, reading the script he had secretly hidden before.

The skylight from the glazed window filled the room, and the two cups of tea on the mahogany table were steaming in the soft light, apparently just poured, and one of them was for him.

Ling Ye walked to the desk and sat down, picked up the cup, and asked casually, "What are you looking at?"

Hearing the sound, Chu Heng raised his eyes, but did not answer truthfully which book he was reading, but said with a half-smile, "Zhaoming Minutes."

Ling Ye immediately understood what he was referring to, couldn't help laughing, and explained: "A long time ago, the Shadow Guard of the Son of Heaven secretly brought it back from the outside on his own initiative, and he wanted to prevent it from being discovered by the emperor, so he came up with such a method Put on the book cover of Classics and History, mix it with the book from Wenqu Pavilion, and quietly bring it to the imperial court. The shadow guard has never mentioned this matter before, and I was surprised when I saw it for the first time."

"However, the shadow guards didn't dare to bring more, for fear of being discovered by the emperor teacher. Later, it became a habit somehow, and after that, they only carried one copy every year. They were the ones that they thought were good after reading it, and picked one out of them."

"Master?"

Chu Heng keenly grasped these two words. Your Majesty said the emperor's teacher, but how could he remember that in the past, the three prince's teachers were in name only, and no one was dedicated to them.

There is no record in the history of the dynasty, and Chu Heng has never heard of it before. Besides, as the imperial servant, he has seen the memorials of all the officials in the Dayin court, but there has never been a single one. Named with the word "Emperor Master".

Chu Heng was puzzled.

However, Ling Ye nodded and said "Yes", his smile faded a little, and his eyes fell on those few scriptures.

Chu Heng closed the book and followed his gaze. Only then did he notice that among all the books, only the book in the second year of Xuanxi was covered by a book cover, and the rest were the originals. Original book cover.

Ling Ye looked at the stack of books, the smile in his eyes gradually disappeared, and he said in a flat tone: "Since the third year of Xuanxi, there has been no emperor teacher. So when the shadow guard brought in the scriptures quietly later, he would There is no need to repeat the 'Minutes of Zhaoming'."

Are there no more emperors...

Chu Heng raised his eyes and glanced at His Majesty's expression, and found that after mentioning these two words, he changed back to the calm and stern Son of Heaven.

And the person named "Ling Ye" seemed to be sealed into the story under the shell of "Zhaoming Minutes" along with the closed book.

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[Due to later revisions, 77 characters in this chapter have been deleted, and this part of the jade pendant has been supplemented in the form of free chapters later.Since the long V badge can only be increased and cannot be decreased, so I have to make up the number of words in the original version here. Please bear with me and bow down. 】