If there was an errand like a historian in Mocheng, he would definitely write down on that old piece of paper with his famous ink stylus: Ruan Qiubai, the head of the Ruan family, had an interview with the caravan Tang Bufeng in the main hall of the Ruan family's house today.
Fortunately, Mocheng is not under the jurisdiction of any country. When major events occur, of course there are no historians coming to record the important events. Besides, everyone in the city is rich. I am afraid that the people in the city are not willing to lower their status and volunteer for such a cheap job. To record the big and small things in the city. It should be noted that being an external historian is not an easy job. In the final analysis, it is just a head placed in the hands of princes and generals. One day, God may not be in a good mood, and the result will be a mess.
Historiography is particularly important to record the actions of emperors. Since the beginning of this position, it has always been important to write down every emperor's actions. This means that no matter what the emperor did, it must be recorded in the historical annals in detail and truthfully, and no lies or deviations are allowed. But how can there be any principle in the world that all emperors are saints from generation to generation? Besides, there will always be times when the saints speak and act in a way that is not very wise. If all of them are truthfully recorded in the history books, wouldn't future generations criticize them as foolish and incompetent? Don't mention your posthumous name, even while you are in office, if you let others see it, why can't you attract the whole country to curse behind your back? The stain of filth was evident in one day, and the infamy lasted for thousands of years. How could the Holy One be at ease with such a huge ink stain?
Originally, the emperor was not allowed to check the compilation of historical books. This was a rule passed down from ancient times to the present. No emperor had ever tampered with historical books. Therefore, throughout the dynasties, historians were required to write down the history books. Although the workload is heavy, just talking about the people in the history museum in the palace, from the priests to the emperor's words and deeds, they all have to stand quietly, consider the words and record them in the books, which is extremely tiring; but the salary is not cheap. , and there is no fear of life, it can be considered a good job for a great scholar.
But after a powerful emperor came to the throne in Zihao, the situation in the historian's profession suddenly took a turn for the worse.
It turned out that the method used by this emperor when he succeeded to the throne was not very honorable, but the chief historian in the court was extremely dedicated to his duties. He would rather destroy a jade for Lan than to be Xiao Fu Ai Rong, and actually did it in front of Hao who had just succeeded to the throne. The emperor recorded everything he saw in the annals of history.
With the temperament of this majestic king, he naturally did not rub a grain of sand in his eyes, and immediately ordered the historian to be imprisoned, in an attempt to use imperial power to force the historian to tamper with the history books, and he even did not hesitate to impose severe punishments and torture. Forcing the historian to submit. And this historian is indeed a tough-minded man. No matter whether he has his fingers amputated or the joints gouged out, he will not change a single word.
So, including the historian, a total of fifty-two people in the history museum were beheaded in the prison.
It was not until more than ten years after the heroic death of Emperor Hao that this incident was recorded in unofficial history, and was known as the Fifty-Two Jade Broken Stones.
However, Emperor Hao heavily supported his cronies in the history museum and tampered with all the historical records. The position of historian no longer regained its original independent status in the court. Instead, it was like an eunuch, accompanying the emperor and the tiger, and could not live in peace for half a day.
So all the monarchs in the world followed suit, so internal history no longer had any truth to tell, it could only be regarded as boasting and advocating.
When Ruan Ding was still alive, he once told his daughter that the ancestor of the Ruan family was a historian. It happened to be the prime time for the position of historian just before the fifty-two jade was broken, so he saved a substantial fortune. , leave it to future generations.
Ruan Qiubai rarely heard his father talk about the old affairs of the Ruan family. It was only when Ruan Ding was drinking and having banquets with his friends that he could barely eavesdrop on a few words. Among them, he mentioned the fifty-two literati who would rather die than jade, which was very sad.
Not long after Ruan Qiubai came to his senses, Zhu Ling approached and said that Tang Shaoxia had been waiting outside for a long time, so it was better to invite him into the main hall first and then make plans.
The woman nodded slightly, then lost consciousness for a while.
Now that it's really happening, I don't know how to say this to others. I can't just talk about marriage with a man after meeting him for the first time. How can it be appropriate? What's more, his current status is that of the head of the Ruan family. If the sentence is even slightly inappropriate, it will be inappropriate even if the people in Mocheng are clean and honest.
The beauty frowned and said nothing, but there was always a graceful and graceful charm. For a moment, the wind blew the bead curtains, and the silk scrolls rolled slowly, which was even more wonderful in the painting.
But Tang Bufeng, who had been waiting in the side courtyard for a long time, was not in the same mood as the woman at the moment. He was just bored.
Brother Yun was not here, so no one knew what he had gone to the City Lord's Mansion to discuss. He stayed away all night and was nowhere to be seen. Han Xi's residence was not far away. Tang Bufeng had finished his meal and slept for nearly two hours. He was thinking about what to do next. I went to chat with Han Xi, but I was told that Han Xi had gone out for a walk early in the morning and didn't know when he would return.
Therefore, Madman Tang, whose ears had not been cleared all the way, felt more and more depressed when his ears became deserted for the first time. Therefore, he notified Zhu Ling in advance that he would come to Ruan's house for a while to pass the time.
"It's really boring." The young swordsman held the long sword in his arms and sat back on the imperial chair. He also held a tiger head jade pendant in his right hand. He looked at it for a long time in the afternoon sunlight, but he was still not interested. However, he finally got some clues. This family was probably an important and famous family in the city. The furnishings in one side of the house alone left him a bit stunned, having not seen many precious objects since he was a child.
Not to mention anything else, the pair of jade lion heads rubbing walnuts on the table alone are probably worth countless silver coins, not to mention the tiger head jade pendant, the jade sachet surrounded by gold silk embroidery, and the jade sachet carved from a single piece of jade. Screens and other rare objects. No matter which one of them, it is estimated that it would take Tang Bufeng 40 or 50 yuan to exchange his life for silver.
"Tang Shaoxia, my master has invited me. Please come to the main hall. The master has important matters to discuss, so just come with me." Zhu Ling was naturally very unhappy, but since she is a maid of the Ruan family, she must abide by the rules. , I lost face. Maybe my own lady wouldn’t blame him, but she was still considered embarrassing in front of outsiders, so she had to be nice and polite.
But within a few dozen steps, Zhu Ling realized that she had really underestimated this Tang Shaoxia.
It turned out that there happened to be a seven-foot-long fist stake standing in the garden, which was covered with ribbons and deer sinews. It was really conspicuous. When Tang Bufeng came here, he couldn't move his legs. He actually turned aside Zhu Ling in front of his head. Go straight to the fist pile.
What made Zhu Ling furious was that the disciple approached the boxing pile, sniffed it directly, and then said, "This is a place for boxing training, but the whole pile smells like powder." , is it possible that the head of your family is a woman? It’s strange, if a woman practices boxing very well, if she can become a body full of tendons, which family would dare to marry her? "
But before Zhu Ling could get angry, a woman with extraordinary grace walked out of the main hall and smiled at Tang Bufeng.
"Why can't women practice boxing?"
Tang Bufeng looked over after hearing the sound.
transfixed.
