Chapter 86 Reading in the book, people in the building
"Isn't Chen Shubao the Empress Chen? The king of the Southern Dynasty who lost his country! This King An Cheng is the emperor's younger brother, but the emperor also has a prince. How come King An Cheng's son became the last emperor?"
After King Ancheng left, Chen Cuo was still meditating. As he thought about it, he felt that the water was too deep. He shook his head and was no longer interested.
"Anyway, it's just a dynastic battle and a coup, so there's no need for me to worry about it."
Chen Cuo's thoughts were all on practicing and understanding supernatural powers. Now that he had an agreement with King An Cheng, he had no more doubts.
"Whoever becomes the emperor has nothing to do with me. I'd better go to the imperial court's library first and improve my magical powers as soon as possible, so that I can break the bottleneck and move on..."
Early the next morning, the Hou Mansion received news from the Secretariat, saying that Dongguan Palace had received orders from the palace, and Chen Cuo could go to watch at any time.
Dongguan Palace was a book collection place built by the imperial court and was under the jurisdiction and management of the Secretary Province.
When Chen Cuo arrived, he saw Zhang Ju, who had been waiting for a long time. He led several colleagues to greet him.
The publishing bureau to which Zhang Ju belonged was also the bureau under the Ministry of Secretary.
"When I got the news, I was a little surprised, but considering that my cousin is very knowledgeable, it makes sense." Zhang Ju looked happy, but his subordinate colleagues looked a little embarrassed and were unwilling to get close to Chen Cuo.
"Brother, please welcome me."
"What does this mean? Come with me quickly," Zhang Ju and Chen Cuo walked hand in hand. "There are many books in the Dongguan Palace, covering a wide range of topics. There are not only collections of classics and history, but also poems and songs, and there is no shortage of Taoist Buddhist scriptures, but they are rarely open to the outside world.
It's open, so I'll wait. At most, I can take the time to read a few more books when reviewing and sorting out, and other times I can only look back and sigh, Fang Qing, you must make good use of this opportunity."
Chen Cuo nodded and said, "I remember."
While walking and talking, suddenly someone walked over quickly and whispered in Zhang Ju's ear.
After hearing this, Zhang Ju nodded and said to Chen Cuo: "Brother, I have to deal with some matters in advance. If you need anything, please ask someone to go to the bookstore and let me know, and I will make arrangements."
"good."
After bidding farewell to Zhang Ju, Chen Cuo was led outside a pavilion.
"Junhou, please come here..."
Someone has been waiting at the door for a long time.
This was an old man in his fifties, with a beard and a stooped body. After meeting Chen Cuo, he held his hand and led the way.
"What do you call your Excellency?" Chen Cuo returned the greeting and followed.
The old man smiled and said: "The little old man's name is Bao Gan. He is the editor of Dongguan. He often collates books and is familiar with this place. He is arranged to guide the princes and books."
"Thank you." Chen Cuo bowed his hands and walked across the threshold.
After all, it was the place where books were collected throughout the Southern Dynasties. Not only did it occupy a vast area, but it was also very atmospheric. When your shoes landed on the floor, you could hear echoes of the empty space. When Chen Cuo walked into the pavilion, there was a cold air hitting his face. Mix it up a bit.
Mo Xiang, looking at the rows of bookshelves, the hustle and bustle of the world seems to be isolated.
Ding!
Chen Cuo's heart trembled when he read the golden book, and he immediately noticed the faint, vague human recitation.
Looking around, a little light appeared in Chen Cuo's eyes. He took in the surrounding scene and saw dots of people reading the light, as if they were tourists without purpose, wandering around the hall.
"interesting."
Chen Cuo narrowed his eyes.
"The core of my incense is not to worship Buddha and burn incense, but to come from articles. Only when words and sentences resonate with people can they gather people's thoughts. But there are so many articles in the world that mine is not the only one. This is the National Library of the Southern Dynasties.
, bringing together collections from all over the world, it would be weird if there weren’t a few special ones.”
As soon as he thought of this, he suddenly became energetic. He already had the rudiments of magical powers, but it was difficult to truly develop them. He felt that he entered the realm too quickly and did not accumulate enough.
"Entering Taoism through articles and coming to this land of books may be the opportunity!"
As he thought about it, Chen Cuo's eyes swept over the bookshelves, and then he couldn't help but let out a sound of admiration.
The roof of Dongguan Palace is very high, but the height of some bookshelves has almost reached the roof.
Bao Gan introduced: "Books are placed in categories. Originally there were few books, so it didn't matter. But when there were more books, they were all piled together. When Emperor Gaozu ordered the tripod, he specially sent soldiers and horses to guard it. They were not affected, but there were also some
Many bookshelves were damaged and had to be rebuilt. In order to put all the books in them, they were made taller and wider."
Chen Cuo nodded, looked at it, and asked, "Is this the only floor?"
"This is the outer hall, which contains paper volumes. Going further inside is the inner hall, which is divided into three floors. The first floor is also a paper collection, most of which are originals. The second floor contains bamboo slips and silk books, many of which are unique."
Having said this, Bao Gan stopped.
"Where's the third floor?" Chen Cuo asked as he walked, feeling a Taoist feeling in his heart, realizing how many thoughts radiated from the book.
"On the third floor, you have to see it for yourself. No one can enter there." Bao Gan bowed slightly, "But if you go up to the peak and tell me, you can read it."
Chen Cuo immediately understood that the third floor of the inner hall should be where the practice collection was stored. But looking at Bao Gan's appearance and listening to what he said, it seemed that there was something else going on.
"Do you want to go to the third floor immediately?" Bao Gan asked again, "The official must go and inform first that there are two guards inside. No one else is allowed to approach without permission."
guard?
librarian?
That's probably no ordinary person!
After thinking for a moment, Chen Cuo waved his hand and said, "No hurry, let's take a look here first." He took out a book.
This book only has a few thin pages, but it is full of human thoughts, making it the best among all the books around.
I looked down and saw the words "Nine Songs" written on the cover.
Just one glance made Chen Cuo's heart tremble. When he looked at it carefully, he saw those two words flickering, as if they were about to fly out!
Bao Gan quickly introduced: "This "Nine Songs" is an annotation. Although it is taken from the work of Qu Yuan, a Chu man in the pre-Qin Dynasty, it is an annotated edition by Wang Yi of the Han Dynasty. He was the famous schoolmaster during the reign of Emperor An of the Han Dynasty.
All the Chu Ci masters, but the copy in Junhou’s hands is not the original, but a copy by Wang Youjun.”
"..."
Chen Cuo nodded silently and felt that the book in his hand was much heavier.
Well, where are Qu Yuan's original works, Wang Yi's annotations, and Wang Xizhi's handwriting in this stack of murder books? No wonder, there can be such a strong gathering of human thoughts. It would be strange if there weren't!
In view of this, he naturally wanted to take a closer look.
As soon as I opened it, before I took a closer look, the human thoughts contained in it flew out.
Chen Cuo's heart moved and he gasped slightly, but the human thoughts in the book only swayed a little and were not pulled over. They seemed to be firmly rooted and integrated with the book.
Chen Cuo nodded secretly, stopped breathing and read carefully.
At this time, a "crash" sound suddenly came from not far away.
Bao Gan's expression changed, he complained, and said: "I'm going to deal with trivial matters first."
"Go and get busy." Chen Cuo waved his hand and looked over. Through the gap in the bookshelf, he saw a young man in rich clothes bending over and hurriedly picking up books on the floor.
He captured a lot of people's thoughts on that young man.
After Bao Gan passed by, he lowered his voice, but it was not a scolding, but a kind guidance, and there was a bit of comfort in his words.
It seems to have some origins, I don’t know which family he belongs to.
Chen Cuo withdrew his gaze without delving into it, and turned his gaze back to the book.
On the other side, after talking to the young man, Bao Gan glanced at Chen Cuo, and then quickly walked into the back hall.
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In the dark pavilion, two figures sat cross-legged, suspended in the air.
One has gray hair, the other has shiny black hair, both are full of beards and look very old.
The two of them were wearing simple, shabby robes, with their eyes half-open and half-awake.
Bao Gan knocked carefully and then pushed open the palace door.
The old man with black hair raised his head, opened his dim eyes, and asked: "Marquis of Linru County, have you stayed in the front hall?" The man's voice was slightly hoarse.
Bao Gan nodded and said: "I am browsing the books in the front hall."
The white-haired old man said: "Just in time, let's first see if this clan member is really enlightened. Although he has the emperor's order, if you want to enter the scholarly family, you must have some ability." The man's voice was low.
Bao Gan cupped his hands and asked the two of them if they had any other orders. After receiving the order to have nothing to do, he immediately left carefully.
The house became quiet again.
Suddenly, the black-haired old man said: "In the past two years, there have been no outstanding figures, that is, Ren Gui and Wu Chao, who are still decent. Can this Chen clan be equal to the two of them?"
"I have quit gambling a long time ago, but Ren Gui enlightened the family with his literary thoughts, and Wu Chao broke down the barriers with his martial arts. Each has its own strengths. This clan and county prince is walking the road of incense. He is restrained by the purple energy of the dynasty. I am afraid it will be difficult to stretch much.
," the white-haired old man shook his head, and then his expression changed slightly, "Oh? He picked the book "Nine Songs", which is interesting."