When Huang He walked out of "Qinglian Xiaozhu", his whole mind was in chaos.
Ji Pingan's words were still echoing in his ears. When he came to his senses, he looked down at the thick stack of manuscripts filled with ink in his hand and couldn't help but smile bitterly:
"What have I done?"
After the other party said that astonishing statement, he naturally expressed doubts, and Ji Pingan's response was simple and direct: he opened the book and pointed out the fallacies in it one by one.
I remember that at that time... I couldn't say anything during the whole process, so I just copied down those words unconsciously and almost instinctively.
"Is it true? Is it possible that the research of the Hanlin Academy is really full of fallacies?" Huang He was faintly shaken, and then he laughed: "How is it possible?"
Although many of the experiences in the biographies are reconstructed from historical materials and may not be completely consistent with the truth, compared with the versions given by great scholars and many great practitioners in the divine capital, the words of a rural boy undoubtedly lack authority.
Even though... he had met the Master before, and perhaps had indeed heard a few secrets, he still instinctively refused to believe it.
Although he was thinking this way, he still rolled up the manuscript, put it under his arm and walked towards the dining hall.
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The Qintian Prison is large in scale and has three dining halls, which are distributed in the shape of a "pin". Each dining hall has its own function. As a doctor of Lu Ke, he was able to avoid the student dining hall, which is the most crowded, and share the same dining hall with the four officials in the prison. at.
When he walked to the door of the dining hall, he suddenly heard a call from behind: "Brother Jinyan."
Turning around, he saw a young man wearing a blue academic robe walking towards him with a smile from the crowd. Huang He was stunned for a moment, and also smiled: "Wen Jing, why do you have to come here so free?"
Yu Wenjing, who was tall and thin and had a clean temperament, laughed, grabbed his arm, and said as he walked: "It's not about studying books... Well, sit down and talk."
The two were classmates in the past, and they fell asleep together. However, one of them went to Qin Tian Prison, and the other immersed himself in his studies and was admitted to the Hanlin Academy, so they rarely saw each other again.
Not long after, the two of them sat down by the window of the dining hall and ordered a bottle of wine, a plate of snowflake mutton, and a few vegetables.
Yu Wenjing took the initiative to pour the wine and said with emotion:
"Speaking of it, although you and I are officials in the capital of the gods, we haven't reminisced about the past for a long time. To tell you the truth, I dreamed about those two days ago, when you and I slept together, making resolutions under the moon and imagining the future..."
Huang He lowered his wine glass and forced a smile: "I am just a little doctor, but I still want to congratulate you. Now, everyone in the court knows that you are a bachelor of the Imperial Academy and you are on your way to success."
Yu Wenjing waved his hands hurriedly, pretending to be angry: "What are you talking about..."
When this dynasty was founded, the Hanlin Academy was first established to house talents in literature, classics, divination, medicine, monks and Taoism, calligraphy and painting, and chess. It was originally an institution to accompany the emperor on banquets and entertainment, and was not an official official office.
But as long as the emperor is close to the emperor, his status will always rise after serving him for a long time.
When Emperor Yuan Qing came to the throne, the Hanlin Academy relied more heavily on it. It was in charge of the power and responsibilities of imperial edicts, while the power of Zhongshu Sheren was marginalized... Now he is also responsible for the compilation of "Yuan Qing Dadian". Yu Wenjing's luck is very good, and he catches up with the good times, and now he is appointed Shuji scholar.
Although he has no rank, he has become one of the nobles.
If Huang He could practice, they would still belong to the same circle, but as a doctor of Lu Ke... they would be on a lower level.
At this time, listening to the former classmates talking about their experiences and experiences in high spirits, I felt mixed emotions in my heart.
"...Alas, Brother Jinyan, to be honest, even though I look glamorous, my situation may not be good," Yu Wenjing changed the subject, "Let's just talk about this book revision. The biographies of the Imperial Master have been compiled for two years, and I still have nothing to show for it. Before the draft was finalized, His Majesty became furious, saying that if something went wrong in the end, he would blame us."
Huang He was startled: "Isn't the biography of the Imperial Master almost finished? I've heard many rumors..."
"You mean those manuscripts that have been circulated?"
Yu Wenjing shook his head and smiled bitterly:
"It has been overthrown. The Imperial Preceptor has lived almost as long as the Empire. Many of his deeds in his life are difficult to verify. Most of the rumors from the outside world have distorted the rumors. The Hanlin Academy has collected historical materials for two years and compiled a manuscript that was submitted to His Majesty yesterday. Many fallacies were found. , these are just the ones that were found, and I don’t know how many more are there that can’t be found... The leader was scolded bloody, and even ordered to correct the mistakes before the Grand Prize in the Divine Capital, but only a few months are left... Otherwise , why am I here today?”
error?
Is that manuscript really wrong?
Huang He pinched his chopsticks, feeling that his mouth was dry and his heartbeat was racing. He couldn't hear clearly the complaints of his classmates behind him, and a young and peaceful face could not help but appear in his mind.
"Wen Jing," he swallowed and suddenly looked around. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he took out a roll of manuscript paper from his sleeve: "You see the fallacies pointed out on this paper, are you right?"
What?
Yu Wenjing took it blankly, glanced at the general content, and felt a little surprised.
But soon, his eyes froze, and he sat up straight. He quickly turned back two pages, and his hands froze suddenly, as if he had seen something incredible.
"Brother Jinyan!" Yu Wenjing suddenly grabbed him tightly, his eyes widened and his voice trembled: "Where did you get this thing?"
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Hanlin Academy, back hall.
It cleared up in the afternoon, and the continuous green tiles on the roof were glowing with light, but the atmosphere inside the hall was solemn.
The civil officials responsible for compiling the canon gathered together.
The person sitting at the main seat was an old man with a square face and a stern face. His face was solemn at this moment, and he glanced at the bachelor in the hall: "Everyone, tell me, what should we do?"
As a bachelor of Chengzhi, he is responsible for the compilation of the canon. He has not slacked off in the past two years. The collection of classics and history is almost completed, but the "Biographies of Monks" is progressing slowly.
Because this one is different from others, it is almost a history book, and great practitioners are far away from the worldly world, often live hundreds of years, and their lives span several dynasties. Historical materials are scarce, there are many rumors, and it is difficult to distinguish the authenticity.
Taking the Imperial Master of the Zhou Dynasty as an example, his life span was 500 years, and many of those who witnessed it have died, making compilation extremely difficult.
Although a lot of information is preserved in the Qintian Prison, when the institution was established, it was already long after the Great Zhou Dingding was established, not to mention that the whereabouts of the Imperial Master at that time was difficult to find.
Therefore, despite the concerted efforts of royal historians, Taoists, and Qin Tianjian, they could only piece together a biography.
"Sir," an editor couldn't help but stood up and asked, "Why did your Majesty determine that the manuscript was false?"
As soon as he finished speaking, many bachelors who didn't know the inside story came to look at him.
I feel dissatisfied.
In their opinion, if His Majesty the God-Emperor had historical data, why didn't he inform them in advance? Wait until you have painstakingly compiled it before criticizing it? This makes no sense.
The bachelor who accepted the decree waved his hand and sighed: "Your Majesty noticed that yesterday I came to the palace to present my manuscript, and it happened that a great practitioner from Mo Lin was a guest in the palace. His Majesty invited him to have a look, and then the error was pointed out."
Painter Mo Lin...
Everyone was silent.
Since ancient times, there have been only two methods of compiling history. One is to rely on numerous historical materials to corroborate each other, and the other is to seek out people who have experienced it.
There are many great sects in this world that have a long history, among which monks have a long life, and "Molin" is one of them. If anyone is qualified to comment today, many great sects are included in this list.
"Damn it, these sects refuse to cooperate. They sent people to ask for information before, and then they claimed that it was lost. This will be refuted." A Hanlin official complained.
The crowd was furious.
The bachelor who accepted the decree could only smile bitterly. Except for Taoism and Qintianjian, the other sects were not subordinate to the Great Zhou Dynasty. The biographies of ancient and modern monks were compiled. This was originally promoted by the Taoism of the state religion to show the largest sect.
How can other sects cooperate? I'd love to see a joke.
"It's useless to talk about this," Bachelor Chengzhi suppressed the discussion, his face sinking like water:
"There are only a few months until the Grand Prize in the City of Gods. During the introduction, many sects will come to watch the ceremony, especially the Southern Tang Dynasty... His Majesty ordered that all errors must be corrected beforehand to show the national prestige. If the biography produced by then is still found to have problems, We will all be guilty!"
Under the premise that all the major factions are keeping their own secrets and sitting back, if they want to make corrections successfully, how can they do it?
The faces of all the scholars were pale and their hearts were ashen.
The atmosphere in the hall hit rock bottom.
At this time, a clerk hurried over, stood outside the door, and said with cupped hands: "Sir, the commoner Yu Wenjing is asking for an audience! He said that there are important historical materials, related to the biography of the national master."
All the scholars in the hall looked at him with surprise.
Bachelor Chengzhi’s eyes narrowed.
Yu Wenjing...that young man who entered the second grade of the new department last year? The bachelor had a vague impression of him, but after a moment of thought, he still said: "Bring him here."
Not long after, two young men entered the back hall together. The first one was wearing a green robe, and the latter one was wearing a brown robe, decorated with stars.
A doctor from Qin Tian Jian?
"I have met you sirs." The two of them bowed their hands.
Bachelor Chengzhi said in a deep voice: "Do you have important historical materials?"
"Yes," Yu Wenjing took a deep breath and looked at Huang He who was beside him, "To be precise, my classmate is in control."
Huang He woke up from his dream and presented the manuscript in his sleeve, but he was still distracted. He didn't understand how he was dragged to the Hanlin Academy in the blink of an eye.
Bachelor Chengzhi unfolded the manuscript and saw that the ink was still wet. He frowned at first, but then his eyes suddenly froze.
He quickly read the first page and couldn't wait to turn to the second and third pages...
After watching them all, I felt completely motionless, as if I had been immobilized.
"My lord?" a bachelor next to him asked.
The old man with a square face and an old-fashioned personality finally came to his senses and handed the manuscript to him: "Circuit it around."
After finishing his sentence, he added: "Be careful."
The latter was stunned for a moment, as if he had realized something, and carefully took it and looked through it. Then the other person was like the former, then the third person, the fourth person...
The whole hall was silent.
Suspicion and...excitement arose uncontrollably in everyone's mind.
"Are these...all true?" The Hanlin who got up in arms was in disbelief.
There are many secrets recorded on the paper that they are not aware of. However, if they are false, they can be cross-corroborated with many historical materials. Especially the first few points are exactly the same items that His Majesty criticized and corrected.
Bachelor Chengzhi stood up and walked tremblingly in front of Huang He, his eyes as sharp as an eagle: "How do you know this?"
Huang He was silent for a moment and said, "Someone told me."
"Who is it? Where is he? Take me there quickly!" Bachelor Chengzhi grabbed his arm, his tone full of impatience.
