Song Mu moved around in this vast library, his eyes quickly sweeping over the rows of shelves.
What Song Mu was looking for today was the historical materials about Qiwen's three years, but there was no need to search them one by one. Song Mu's eyes immediately found the key.
Lou Zhongdao, the left prime minister in the third year of Qi Wen's reign, as the great Confucian prime minister at that time, must have left the most things during his tenure. Among the countless books here, there must be his authentic works.
Song Mu already had several excerpts of Lou Zhongdao in his hands at this moment, but they were not from the third year of Qiwen.
Tan Weiyi in the distance was also speeding up his search, but it was obviously much harder for him than Song Mu.
Song Mu just used his mind power, and all the books in the library came into view. When his mind power gathered, the names on the book immediately came into his mind clearly. Song Mu searched for a moment, and finally his eyes stopped.
His figure immediately flashed. Song Mu reached the third floor and pulled out a book from the bottom of a bookshelf.
It was a folding book, and the purpose of it was to fold it for war.
Song Mu's eyes immediately lit up. He took the booklet in his hand, opened it and saw that it was from March of the third year of Qiwen.
Song Mu suddenly beamed with joy and quickly looked over carefully.
What is recorded here is the war in Western Xinjiang in March. The reason was that the monsters awakened and harassed the border residents. Then the Wen Dynasty army attacked and killed dozens of monsters, but it caused a counterattack.
Afterwards, hundreds of people were killed on each side, but there was a tense situation.
The emperor was asked to decide how to calm down the incident.
Song Mu turned it over and saw a line of inscriptions on it.
"My people's strength has been damaged, so I asked the generals of Western Xinjiang to negotiate. The negotiations will be completed before the Qingming Festival. If the demon clan attacks again, the three armies will come out together, and the owl demon leader will show off to the public."
This text is not sharp, but it shows the courage of the king of the Wen Dynasty at that time.
At that time, there were still many legendary poets alive in the Wen Dynasty, and there were many brave and capable warriors in the Wen Dynasty. However, it was difficult to identify all sides, so most of them were dealt with by thunderous means.
Song Mu also sighed repeatedly when he saw this. This situation is what the Wen Dynasty should have.
This made Song Mu couldn't help but think of the current situation, but he didn't know what His Majesty was thinking about now, and how the demon's attack would end.
Song Mu was about to put away the brochure and went downstairs to copy it, but found that there seemed to be something hidden in the last page of the brochure.
When he opened it, it turned out to be a piece of withered yellow paper. Song Mu quickly caught it with his power and unfolded it in front of him.
Just after reading the first sentence, Song Mu's eyes suddenly widened.
This page of paper turned out to be the advice of ancestor Song Wenrong.
But the words above were very intense.
"Holy Majesty, Guangshi, during the changes in the Western Border, 351 civilians were injured, 77 were killed, 370 soldiers were killed, and more than a thousand were injured. In the past three years, the Demon Kingdom has repeatedly invaded the border, attacking and wounding More than 20,000 people were killed, and nearly 7,000 soldiers were killed or wounded."
"The Gai Yao Kingdom has seen my dynasty calm things down every time, but it has become even more arrogant. This time, please ask the Holy Spirit to give it a heavy blow to make it known how powerful it is!"
Although the above is just a few short sentences, in Song Mu's heart, there is a different feeling at this moment.
That is, after his ancestors saw the war in Western Xinjiang, they immediately reported it. This time they strongly demanded that they should not sue for peace smoothly, but should be severely punished.
A series of data on border residents is even more impressive.
Thinking about the correction above, Song Mu knew why he made the correction like that.
Seeing this, Song Mu also let out a deep breath. Perhaps because of the demon invasion that Yan Fu told him today, Song Mu is now very sensitive to demon matters.
And the content written on this booklet also moved Song Mu.
In the early years of Qiwen, the new emperor came to the throne. The demon did not know the new emperor's methods and only dared to briefly test it. However, in only three years, it still caused such casualties in the sparsely populated Western Xinjiang.
But now that there is chaos on the three sides, what will happen?
Recalling the scene when he saw the migration of thousands of people in Guangdong Province, Song Mu felt that gloom coming back to his heart at this moment.
Song Mu held the piece of paper written by his ancestors, and thoughts surged in his mind.
When will I be able to give advice and plead for the lives of all people like this?
After a moment, Song Mu shook his head, feeling that it was still too unrealistic to think about such things now, so he would still do what he wanted to do.
So at that moment, Song Mu looked around again and searched for historical materials from that time.
This time, what Song Mu got was a booklet.
This booklet was not written about the third year of Qiwen, but Song Mu saw something different.
The upper and lower volumes of this withered yellow book were not made by one person.
In the second volume of the booklet, there is an article written by our ancestor Song Wenrong.
The title above immediately attracted Song Mu's attention.
Above it was a proposal for commendation. It was about a hunter from the North who relied on his outstanding hunting skills to wander in the mountains and hunted nearly a thousand monsters in more than ten years. However, the talent of the scholar was shocking. one party.
But what Song Wenrong meant was that such good ministers should work hard to recommend and reward them, and they should be published in "Tian Wen Jian" to highlight their long achievements and boost the morale of the soldiers.
This is almost a small policy essay. I think my ancestors seemed to have some feelings about this and wrote these things eloquently.
Song Mu was also fascinated by it at the moment, and he was very sensitive to such things.
After all, Song Mu also wrote many folk stories like this. Isn't what he wants to do the same as promoting heroes?
Song Mu's heart moved, and suddenly this idea had a clear direction.
If I were to write something like this in "Tianwenjian", wouldn't it be something new?
And can such things also mobilize the people's beliefs and encourage the border troops?
This thought surged, and Song Mu couldn't restrain it at the moment, so he immediately put it down and started copying the article above.
After finishing the writing, Song Mu was still very touched and wrote down some methods on how to implement this method directly at the back.
After all, in his previous life, Song Muke knew how powerful the media was.
He was a little selfless for a moment. When Song Mu finally breathed a sigh of relief, the sky outside was already dim, and Tan Weiyi was standing beside Song Mu at the moment, looking at the things on the table with some surprise.
Seeing Song Mu put down his pen, Tan Wei said.
"Jing Zhao, you are writing this kind of thing to publish a civil document?"
Song Mu was suddenly startled when he heard this. He looked up at the other party, but hesitated for a moment.
"No, this is the writing of my ancestors, so I copied it and got some thoughts."
After hearing this, Tan Wei smiled and nodded, jokingly.
"I thought Brother Song was still thinking about making some other money. Let's not talk about this anymore. How did you do today?"
Song Mu held several other sheets of copied paper and nodded with a smile.
"Being able to read through it like this in the Library Pavilion will get twice the result with half the effort."
Tan Weiyi was a little surprised. He looked at the two pieces of paper in his hand and said helplessly.
"Sure enough, Brother Song is still unique compared to us, even when it comes to compiling history."
Song Mu did not speak, but patiently packed up his things, and then exited the library together with Tan Weiyi.
It was dusk now, and both of them had left the Hanlin Academy. They exchanged a few words. Tan Wei originally thought of asking Song Mu to have a drink, but Song Mu waved his hand and refused, and went to his home this time.
Song Mu is currently thinking about the feasibility of this matter, but seeing that it is getting late today, he can only go to Wenkan Pavilion early tomorrow to communicate with Master Yan.
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