Before the baby said goodbye to Zhao Gao, he did not forget to carefully tell the baby: "When you go back, don't forget to take a handkerchief soaked in cold water and apply it on the bruised area. When the pain is gone, switch to hot compress. Repeat this several times, and the injury will be healed in less than two days. excellent."
In recent years, the baby has been taken by his mother to hide around, and he often doesn't eat well or sleep well, so he looks thin and small, and his face is not very good. Although he still can't hide his cuteness, now there is a smile on his face. Anyone who saw the lottery would not be able to bear it, so Zhao Gao expressed some concern.
"Don't be afraid. My eldest father said that a little injury to a man is nothing, and it was left from the fight with Zhao Qian. In the end, I won, so there is no shame." The more the baby said, the more proud the expression on his face became, and he smiled slightly unconsciously. Got his head up.
Zhao Gao raised the corner of his mouth and muttered: "Really..." After a pause, he said casually: "Oh, it turns out that your mother doesn't feel bad about this injury." Sure enough, these words fell into the baby's ears, He was completely discouraged: "I...I'm leaving. If I don't go back, my mother will be anxious."
The next day, Zhao Gao went to work at the Writing Office early in the morning. He was copying a volume of ancient books and was concentrating on it when he was poked in the arm by Wang Chong beside him. He looked at Wang Chong with some doubts. Wang Chong saw that he really Completely unaware of what was going on around him, he couldn't help but marvel at it and teased: "Little brother, it turns out that Mr. Zhang's piece of wood didn't hurt you."
Zhang Xian heard from the side that Wang Chong was taking the blame for his words, and he just glanced at Wang Chong indifferently without explaining much.
Zhao Gao knew their tempers well and knew that this must be Wang Chong's own trick, so he simply put the pen on the shelf. The old man looked at him and asked with a smile: "Tell me, Brother Wang, what did you do to me just now?" ?”
Wang Chong knew that Zhao Gao had seen through his trick, so he glanced at Zhang Xian, then touched his nose and said "Hey" without answering.
"I just want to say that you are serious about your work." Zhao Gao and Wang Chong both looked at Zhang Xian. Just because the person who spoke was not someone else but the always taciturn Zhang Xian.
Influenced by Wang Chong, Zhang Xian has become more and more humane recently. Although he doesn't really say a few more words than before, he is willing to say a few words when unexpected, which makes the two people watching the show happy. It was both unexpected and funny.
While the three of them were chatting, several civil servants came back, chatting and cursing around each other like stars. After listening carefully, I found out that there was a conflict between the court historians and several ministers this morning.
The reason was that Zuo Shi was admonishing in the court, and not only was he refuted by the king, but he was also ridiculed by an elder of the family who even wanted to be courteous to King Zhao. It was probably because the dignified Zhao Kingdom had not yet had its turn to rely on him. The little historian who writes for a living interjected.
Undoubtedly, these words hurt the feelings of all the historians, but the other party was an octogenarian whom King Zhao did not easily offend. He couldn't say anything, let alone scold him. He was so angry that his son returned to his home and was even more unscrupulous behind closed doors. Woke up.
"You are so arrogant. Aren't you just the retainers who followed the ancestors to beg for food when the three families were divided into Jin Dynasties? I think that the status of our Taishi Mansion in the State of Zhao back then was infinitely higher than that of his family, which was just begging for food. When he was fawning over us, he was so arrogant. Such a face, tsk tsk... we still don’t look down on them..."
However, the bookkeepers were just indignant, but the people talking on the side were not only angry, but also filled with bitterness that penetrated into the bone marrow and penetrated into the heart.
He was born in a family of historians, and he had heard about his ancestors' scenery in Zhao State from his elders since he was a child. When he was still a child, he regarded the position of historian as solemn and should not be desecrated, and set his ambition to "become a historian".
At that time, in his impression, historians were all men with broad robes and sleeves, with majestic character, who had the sun, moon, heaven and earth in their hearts. When they advanced, they could plan for the country and the world, and when they retired, they could write down their writings to write down the law for future generations.
From then on, he abandoned all distracting thoughts and focused on reading history, studying history and using history.
But fate often plays tricks on people like this.
When one day his ability was finally commensurate with this official position, and he did indeed sit on the position of Zuo Shi as he wished, he found that with the changes of the times, the situation of the historian was now very different from what he had originally envisioned.
When he was young, Zhao Gao heard Wang Chong talk about how he wanted his son to inherit his father's business. Looking at his dazed expression, he knew that the thorn hidden in his heart must have reared its head again.
These are troubled times, the situation is changing, and the greed of those who hold the power of the country is changing. Therefore, historians have gone from being able to guide state affairs and control the king's activities to assisting the king in handling state affairs. Suggestions will not be taken seriously, and may even be ridiculed.
After wasting his entire youth and even youth, Master Zuo Shi found himself in an embarrassing situation that he had not expected.
But even if the facts are so ruthless, isn't this situation just part of the flood of history? Now that he has been involved in it, he can only rise and fall with it.
What Zhao Gao was thinking was exactly what Ji Tan was thinking at the moment. Because he understood the truth clearly, he could only compromise. At least I can still write down my writing for now, and writing down my writing to record the history and leave it to future generations at least still has meaning. At least the meaning will never fade away with the passage of time. That’s enough.
Ji Tan closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, and laughed at himself in a low voice: Now there is no way to seek for the country, and all that is left is a majestic spirit!
Zhao Gao watched from the side, thinking back to Ji Tan Yiran's demeanor when he was promoted a month ago, and comparing it with the present one, he couldn't help but feel lonely.
During the noon meal, You Shi took the opportunity to ridicule Zuo Shi, but Zuo Shi couldn't seem to be interested at all, and he was embarrassed to even talk back.
In the end, Wang Chong said lightly: "A month ago, Mr. Youshi wrote a letter asking for a rectification of the officials. He wrote more than ten thousand words, but there was no reply. Could it be that the task of purging the officials was handed over to Mr. Youshi privately. There were not enough manpower and there has been no response yet. "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, haha, I, Zuo Shi, am willing to help you", and then the other party's arrogance was extinguished.
When they left the dining hall, the chief secretaries on both sides were so angry that they blew their beards and glared. No one on either side got any favors. However, after Wang Chong said a few words, he cleared away the gloom in his chest. He comfortably dragged Zhang Xian's silent piece of wood and left Zhao Gao to go back to Zuoshe to rest.
In fact, Zhao Gao had always had the habit of taking a nap in his previous life, but here the copying work was sometimes too complicated. If he wanted to read his favorite books again, he would only have to take a nap during his lunch break. If he was really sleepy, he would lean against the bookshelf. Just take a break. Wang Chong and Zhang Xian knew his temper and did not wait for him deliberately.
However, the lunch break was tight, so Zhao Gao still ate slowly and unhurriedly, and did not step out of the canteen until everyone was gone.
I was thinking about the promise I made to the little baby yesterday that I would teach him how to read. Who would have thought that Ji Tan would stop him halfway and yell at him: "Wait a minute." Ji Tan was in a bad mood today, and his expression was not very kind at the moment. , looked at him for a while and then said: "I can't find anyone on the left or right. I remember that your handwriting is quite pleasing to the eye, so it's just you."
After explaining to Zhao Gao, he realized that there was something he needed to copy immediately, and since he didn't want to copy it, all the qualified scribes had gone back to Zuo's house, and they called him back to waste time. Seeing that Zhao Gao was still there, he pulled him over Number of recharges.
"You have to be quick and don't leave any mistakes, do you know that?" Zhao Gao carefully held up the things and answered them one by one. Ji Tan saw that although he was young, he was steady in dealing with things, and his doubts were relieved a lot, and he invited the child to pass the documents. On the side, he was asked to finish copying and give the things to the children to give away.
However, the old man was quite kind. Although he was thrown into this mess for nothing, he told him before leaving that he could go back to rest after copying and there was no need to work in the afternoon.
There was a time when teaching the little baby how to read was impossible, but now that Zhao Gao couldn't get away and couldn't tell the baby, he felt really sorry. After thinking about it, he didn't dare to delay talking about the things assigned to him. He immediately withdrew his thoughts and focused his energy on the work at hand.
As for the doll, he finally took advantage of Lao Shoushu to fall asleep, and no one was watching around him. He slipped into the pavilion and climbed up to the fifth floor panting on his short legs. However, he didn’t see the man who promised to teach him how to read yesterday. The figure of the young man.
Waiting left and right, no one was there. The baby became a little anxious, and many things started to play in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more nervous he became, and his little hands became tighter and tighter, and he even started to sweat lightly.
Before entering the palace, he had heard that this place was a place for cannibalism. From Zhao Qian's perspective, the aunts next door were right. So could something happen to him? Or are you sick?
The baby wanted to go to the window to see what was going on below, but because of his short stature, he couldn't reach the height. After trying for a long time, his face turned red from exhaustion before he could see clearly what was going on below. But apart from the sleeping Lao Shoushu, was there anyone else underneath?
However, Wawa unexpectedly discovered that standing here, he could take in the entire Zhao Palace. It felt so amazing that he couldn't help but lie on the window in trance.
Zhao Gao also said that he was already faintly tired when he came out after following Ji Tan's instructions. He wanted to go back to rest, but the image of a doll appeared in his mind unconsciously, and he returned to Langhuan Pavilion by accident.
Sure enough, when he passed through the bookshelves and arrived at the agreed upon place, he saw the doll sitting on the ground sleepily, its head biting like a chicken pecking rice. Although he looked cute, he felt very guilty in his heart. He walked over cautiously, touched the top of the baby's head, and said softly: "Be careful of catching a cold if you sleep here."
The doll was half asleep, and he immediately became alert when someone touched him like this. Fortunately, Zhao Gao patted his shoulder in time, so he didn't make any noise.
He opened his little mouth and yawned, looked at him drowsily and whispered: "You're here." Zhao Gao nodded, couldn't bear to see his sleepy look, and blamed himself: "Sorry, I have something to do at the moment. , it’s too late.”
Hearing his sincere apology and seeing him standing in front of her unscathed at this moment, Wawa felt relieved, and the sleepiness disappeared. He waved his hand and said, "Okay, since something happened, I won't blame you." After a pause. After a pause, he whispered to himself: It's okay.
Zhao Gao didn't know what he was talking to himself with his head down, but he paid attention to the corners of his mouth. Sure enough, he saw that the bruises left yesterday were turning green and yellow, and there were faint signs of recovery. He felt relieved. few.
He saw that it was already late today, and the baby would be discovered if he didn't leave Lao Shoushu and wake up, so he coaxed him gently: "You don't have to rush to learn how to read today. It's too late today, so you'd better go back. I'll tell you tomorrow." I’ll definitely wait for you here.”
The baby had heard his mother say before: Good things come in a long way, so he thought about it and nodded in agreement. Zhao Gao stretched out a hand to him, and the baby pulled him knowingly and wanted to stand up. Unexpectedly, his legs became unsteady after sitting for a long time, and he staggered and rushed towards Zhao Gao.
Zhao Gao was afraid of hurting him and did not dare to move away. He stretched out his arms to catch him and placed him firmly on the ground. Thinking that he would make a fool of himself every time he saw this person, Wawa was a little embarrassed, so he immediately ran away. After running a few steps, he turned around and waved to him, then completely walked around the bookshelf and disappeared from Zhao Gao's sight.
