Chapter 341 There are really Yan Ruyu and Zhisheng Tianzhi in the book
When Zhao Rong entered the house, what he saw was a warm pavilion filled with ancient books and bamboo slips covering most of the space.
There was an elegant young man sitting cross-legged among the books, busy writing on a short desk.
Inside the room, the light was a little dim, and there was a smell of old books.
Yang Wuwei was still wearing the light blue uniform he wore when he went to Mochi Academy to find Zhao Rong that day, with a jade hanging around his waist, and his clothes were simple and elegant.
At this time, he seemed to see Zhao Rong entering the room, getting up, passing through the "twisting path" between the stacks of books, came to the east window, and opened the window.
For a moment, the sun broke into the house from the window and lit up the thermal pavilion.
The breeze also followed, and countless dust particles danced in the air among the piles of historical books.
Yang Wuwei turned around, seeing white clouds passing by outside the window behind him, and said with a smile: "Junior Brother Zhao, you came a little early."
Zhao Rong nodded, walked towards the window, picked up a history book of a certain country from the pile of books, flipped through it calmly, and said: "I have to go out for a trip, I have to leave tomorrow, so I have to come here first."
Yang Wuwei's face was slightly confused, "I see. Logically speaking, junior brother should let senior brother be ignored for a while."
The air was quiet for a while, and the two looked at each other and smiled.
Yang Wuwei walked back to the table and sat down, "Where are you going, junior brother?"
Zhao Rong was in front of the window, glanced outside, and said casually: "Dali. I was sent there for the mid-month etiquette test."
"Da Li?" Yang Wuwei murmured, turning his head to look at the stack of books next to him, and nodded, "It's indeed very close."
Zhao Rong nodded and looked through the history book he had taken casually under the sun.
He raised his eyebrows and realized that this was an unofficial history. There were many human annotations on it, and the ink looked very fresh.
Zhao Rong raised his head and glanced at Yang Wuwei.
The latter didn't know what he was doing and was rummaging through the pile of books.
Obviously, these comments should be made by the elegant young man in front of me.
Yang Wuwei, who was rummaging through the pile of books, seemed to feel Zhao Rong's gaze and said without raising his head:
"Currently, the history compilation in the building is still based on the official histories of various countries. This is also the authoritative historical material generally recognized by us Confucian scholars throughout the ages."
"However, I was deeply inspired and moved by my junior brother's annotation and analysis of the Unofficial History of Nankang."
"I imitated my junior brother's method and tried to examine these unofficial historical materials to see if I could dig out some truths hidden or omitted in the official history, or use them as more powerful evidence for the official history. It's just..."
He shook his head and looked at Zhao Rong seriously:
"It's just that the benefits are very small, and I still feel that I can't get it. It's still far from the analysis and insights of Junior Brother Zhao. Junior Brother Zhao, do you have a mature and perfect method, or are you just doing whatever you want? It depends on your own experience.
,cannot be promoted?”
When Zhao Rong heard this, he closed the book in his hand and said nothing.
He turned his head and looked out the window. Looking out from the seventh floor, he had a wide field of vision.
I could vaguely see the crowds of people at the foot of Linlu Mountain, the gradually gathering envoys from various countries delivering books, and the endless stream of people carrying books, forming a long winding line winding up the mountain.
Zhao Rong suddenly remembered Mr. Yan’s instructions at the bass banquet.
He looked out the window and suddenly said: "Senior Brother Yang, I like it very much. The scenery here is really good, Senior Brother... Well, may I ask why Senior Brother invited me to come here?"
Yang Wuwei paused for a moment while rummaging through the pile of books, then continued, and soon took out a book from the pile, "Oh, it turns out it's here, I found it."
He smiled, turned the selected book to an ordinary page, and handed it to Zhao Rong.
"The people over there in Dali are quite interesting. Isn't Junior Brother Zhao going to Dali? If you are interested, you can just go here and end a pity for a beautiful woman in the world."
Zhao Rongtang reached out, picked up the book, and looked down at it for a while.
After a while, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
I feel like I have gained a little more insight.
This is an official history that records the current Dali Dynasty, and the timeline is in the past few years.
Although it is an official ancient saying, Zhao Rong understands it clearly at a glance. The general meaning is:
There is a princess in the royal family of Dali who is twenty-eight years old. She is second only to the queen of the current dynasty and is a slim-waisted beauty in Dali. She has a lot of names, all of which are beautiful and famous.
Then the princess who was about to be married was so loved by Emperor Dali that she was allowed to choose her own son-in-law.
But Princess Dali was obsessed with poetry and books, and admired the young talents of Confucian academies, especially the Confucian scholars of Linlu Academy.
Yes, that's right, the book specifically states that it is Linlu Academy, not Siqi Academy in the south of Wangquezhou.
This beauty from Dali even threatened to give up her status as a princess and was willing to marry a talented man from Linlu Academy as a concubine, otherwise she would never marry again.
Emperor Dali was also open-minded and agreed to the matter, and also rewarded her with a large amount of priceless dowry.
Nowadays, Princess Dali is living alone in a quiet and luxurious manor gifted by Emperor Li outside the capital of Dali, guarding a pile of expensive dowry and looking forward to one day meeting a destined person from Linlu Academy.
Zhao Rong glanced down. Behind the official history, there was a detailed record of the specific location of this luxurious manor where the golden house hides the beauty, and 'you can receive Princess Dali by signing in'.
Just take it and look for it outside the capital of Dali according to the map...
At this moment, Zhao Rong closed the book, looked at Yang Wuwei who was looking at him with a smile, and twitched the corner of his mouth.
This "appropriately detailed" official history is probably a special edition customized by the Dali official, a one-of-a-kind one.
It is estimated that the people in Dali do not know that their princess has this habit of not marrying non-Confucian scholars from Linlu Academy.
At this time, the two looked at each other and both smiled and nodded.
We all felt the thoughtfulness, warmth and humanistic care of the Dali royal family.
Zhao Rong turned his head and looked out the window at the envoys who came to deliver letters on behalf of various countries at the foot of the mountain.
There is something about this bribery method.
Moreover, this is only the Yamashita Dynasty that is close to Duyou City. It can be suggested that there is a place where the historian who compiles history can sign in and collect it by himself, thus gaining both people and wealth.
As for most of the Yamashita dynasties who are far away from Duyou City and want to bribe the academy historians hired by Youlan Mansion on the seventh floor of the library, they can probably think of many strange and obscure bribery methods, which opened Zhao Rong's eyes.
For example, in a certain page of a country's history book, there is hidden the ticket stub of a certain pawnshop on the mountain that travels across the continent, and all the spiritual stones and treasures used for "gifts" are stored in this unnamed merchant.
So, the position of historian of Youlan Mansion History Museum can be regarded as a fat job?
At this moment, Yang Wuwei looked at Zhao Rong's expression with a smile.
Zhao Rong nodded gently and handed back this kind gift from the Dali royal family.
"Interesting...Senior Brother Yang, do you still have a lot of things to do? Excuse me for disturbing you? If there is nothing else, I will leave first."
Yang Wuwei paused and took the book.
He shook his head and said nonchalantly: "Nothing, just take a break, junior brother, don't worry. If there is nothing urgent, just talk to senior brother."
Zhao Rong thought for a while and nodded.
Yang Wuwei suddenly lost his smile and frowned: "This Da Li is really outrageous. We, the Confucian scholars, compile the history of the Qing Dynasty and we must write straight books. How can we accompany them to play with these crooked things?"
He threw away the history book of Dali in his hand and said seriously:
"I just made a joke with my junior brother, don't take it to heart. However, my junior brother did not change his expression on this matter, and his righteousness really impressed him."
Zhao Rong was looking at the scenery outside the window when he heard the words and blinked.
That's not what you meant just now. You probably wanted me to join in the dirty work and do this fat job together...
Zhao Rong complained in his heart, but didn't say anything.
At this time, while listening to Yang Wuwei's praise, he looked at a certain petite and lovely figure downstairs.
The little girl was walking around a ginkgo tree like an adult with her hands behind her back, looking back at the door on the first floor of the library from time to time.
It attracted the attention of many people coming and going.
Zhao Rong knew without guessing that at this moment she must be talking about why Brother Rong'er hasn't come out yet, and whether she found some Yan Ruyu in the book and didn't want her anymore, blah blah blah.
Sorry, I just read Yan Ruyu, and I'm waiting in Dali...
Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing.
At this moment.
Yang Wuwei changed his tone on this matter, "Junior brother has such a character, coupled with his views on unofficial history and official history, junior brother is indeed a good historian. I don't know..."
Zhao Rong, whose face turned red after being praised, suddenly turned around and interrupted:
"Senior Brother Yang, I'm overly praised. It's just a family comment, a small skill, and it can't be brought to the forefront. Senior Brother, there are still people waiting for me outside, if..."
Yang Wuwei waved his hand and said seriously:
"Junior brother, the term "family" is not derogatory, nor is it a trivial skill. As historians, if we can form the term "family", it means that we have formed unique opinions and self-contained treatises."
"I heard from several other old gentlemen who have experience in compiling history that this is already a profound achievement. I didn't expect that my junior brother has already achieved it at such a young age. I'm ashamed of myself."
Zhao Rong walked to the side of the room, bent down and picked up the history book of Dali that Yang Wuwei had thrown away, and patted the dust.
After sorting it out, he rolled up the history book of the Great Li and stuffed it into his sleeve.
Zhao Rong turned his head, Chaoyang Wuwei smiled and said:
"Since Senior Brother Yang said so, then Junior Brother, I will take the decision without permission and take the book back. I happen to be going to Dali tomorrow, so I will return it to the Dali royal family so that they don't waste their children.
My future is wasted."
He stopped talking and then said:
"Of course, Junior Brother will also inform the Dali royal family about the matters written by Senior Brother, so that they don't have to worry. But Junior Brother, I can be regarded as a blessing and face from Senior Brother, and I will most likely be thanked by Dali again. Thank you very much.
Senior brother."
When Yang Wuwei saw that Zhao Rong finally accepted his love, he had achieved his goal in disguise.
He took a deep look at this junior brother who was still studying in Mochi Academy, then smiled and said: "That's very good, junior brother can handle the matter. Then let's deal with it like this."
In an instant, Yang Wuwei stood up, walked to Zhao Rong's side, followed his gaze and looked somewhere downstairs.
Looking at the extremely pretty little girl who attracted the attention of passers-by, Yang Wuwei squinted and said, "Is this girl waiting for junior brother?"
Zhao Rong glanced at him and nodded.
Yang Wuwei sighed softly, "Another Sword Immortal embryo... Is her name Zhao Qian'er? Is she the maid of my younger sister, Zhao Lingfei, Zhao Xianzi?"
Facing Zhao Rong's slightly condensed gaze, he shook his head and explained: "I went to Mochi Academy to find my junior brother, and I saw Fairy Zhao on the way back."
He paused and then said:
"It's hard not to recognize them. The young lady and the maid, a pair of masters and servants, are both the embryos of the Sword Immortal of Xiaoyao Mansion. They are both beauties booked by Tianya Sword Pavilion. They are already very famous inside and outside Taiqing Mansion. They have a relationship with that person. The maid and senior sister have the same plan."
"Especially my sister-in-law Zhao Lingfei. Although she usually lives alone and is rarely seen, she is the most talented woman in her class, including the girl who has a lot of tricks. She likes white clothes and green clothes, and has long autumn eyes and The stunning beauty with the mole of tears, who treats men coldly and politely...if you can't even recognize her."
Yang Wuwei said helplessly: "It's very difficult, okay?"
Even Zhao Rong, who was not thin-skinned, couldn't help but blush when Qing Jun heard his senior brother's praise.
He suddenly remembered the lady who was hemming and hawing when she was practicing formulas on the imperial concubine's bed last night.
Her silky black hair was tied into a high ponytail for convenience.
In the darkness, the increasingly messy temples, the smooth and plump forehead, and the hot red cheeks are holding their heads high in order to accommodate their husband. The long autumn eyes are slightly turned up, looking at him from bottom to top without blinking. Looking at each other, Zhao Rong lowered his head and saw the lady's delicate and delicate face. At that moment, under the autumn eyes, there were pitiful and trembling hazel tear moles, clumsy and delicate red lips, and beside the white teeth of the red lips. With his weak, boneless, white hands that were busy assisting him, sometimes he couldn't help but press Qingjun's head hard.
So there was another fight to cross, a fight to cross, and a group of gulls and herons were startled.
Ahem, is Qingjun really... really so unattainable?
Zhao Rong felt guilty and had some doubts in his heart, but in front of Yang Wuwei at this time, it was obviously not the time to ask.
These interesting things in the boudoir between husband and wife are not enough to be shared with outsiders.
Perhaps in the eyes of Yang Wuwei and countless other outsiders, Qingjun is an aloof fairy and goddess, who can be viewed from a distance but not played with like a green lotus.
But the specific details are probably only known and understood by Zhao Rong, a sweetheart.
He would definitely not tear down his wife in front of outsiders, and it would be too late to defend her.
I wish all the men would respect her and fear her and not dare to approach her. Only Zhao Rong knew how kind and gentle Qing Jun was and dared to boldly take her hand and hug her into his arms.
So Zhao Rong nodded and said in full agreement: "Senior Brother Yang is right, it makes sense."
Yang Wuwei felt that this junior brother looked a little strange and seemed to be distracted just now.
He couldn't help but glance at Zhao Rong a few more times, and after thinking about what he just said, he felt that there was nothing wrong with it. This low-key Fairy Zhao was indeed very famous, as was the maid Zhao Qian'er beside him.
Yang Wuwei shook his head and threw it behind him.
He and Zhao Rong stood side by side, staring downstairs together, and were quiet for a while.
At a certain moment, this elegant young man smiled and said: "Such a young Haoran realm female swordsman is really amazing."
Zhao Rong was a little bored and was about to leave. He lowered his eyes and said casually, "Yeah."
The next second, the elegant young man suddenly said: "Junior brother, do you think it would be even more amazing and have a bright future if she were allowed to ascend directly to the realm of heavenly aspirations?"
Zhao Rong frowned.
He turned to look at the smiling reading scholar, "Senior brother... what does it mean?"
Yang Wuwei slowly took out an ancient book from his sleeve, turned his fingers to a certain page, and picked up a jade sheet that looked like a bookmark sandwiched between the pages.
In the autumn sunshine.
Between the two thin fingers of the elegant young man, the piece of jade with a milky white brilliance was engraved with a simple Chinese character.