If there were such an errand in Mocheng, he would have written it on the old paper with a famous ink pen: Ruan Qiubai, the head of the Ruan family, today he had an interview with the caravan Tang Bufeng in the main hall of the Ruan family's mansion.

Fortunately, Mocheng is not a country's jurisdiction. Whenever there are major events, of course there are no historians of all kinds to record important things. Besides, everyone in the city is rich. I am afraid that the people in the city will not be willing to reduce their identities and volunteer to record the big and small things in the city. It is necessary to know that the outside historians are not easy to do. After all, they are just storing a head on the top of their heads in the palms of kings, princes and generals. Maybe one day God is unhappy and will end up with a result of falling out of the flesh.

Historians especially regard the key to recording the actions of emperors. Since this position, they have always been a matter of writing a man's title. It means that no matter how the emperor acts, they must be recorded truthfully and in detail in the history books, and no lies are allowed. But there are no principles in the world that the emperors are all sages? Besides, there are always times when the emperors speak and do not speak very wisely. If they are recorded truthfully in history books, wouldn't they be called foolish and incompetent? Not to mention the reputation behind them, even during their reign, if others are asked to see them, they would not be able to induce the people of the whole country to be criticized behind their backs? The filthy traces were revealed in one day and the bad reputation was over a thousand years. How could the great ink traces make the emperor feel at ease?

Originally, the emperor could not check the compilation of historical books. This was a rule passed down from ancient times to the present, and there was never any act of emperors tampering with historical books. Therefore, all historians were a must-have for kings to take charge of the emperor. Although they were tired, only the people in the history museums in the palace, from the rituals of sacrifice to the heavens, to the words and deeds of the emperors, were all able to stand quietly and carefully record them in the books, which was extremely tiring. However, the salary was considered to be quite expensive, and the worries of life were also considered as a good career for a great scholar.

But since Zi Hao ascended the throne with a powerful emperor, the scene of historian's career suddenly took a sharp turn.

It was originally the method used by this emperor when he ascended the throne, and it was not glorious. However, the head of the historian in the court was extremely dedicated. He would rather destroy orchid jade than Xiao Fu Ai Rong, but he actually recorded what he saw in history in front of Emperor Hao who had just succeeded to the throne.

With the temperament of this powerful horse king, he naturally did not rub a grain of sand in his eyes. He immediately ordered people to put the historian in prison, trying to use imperial power to oppress the historian to tamper with history, and even did not hesitate to punish him, torture him severely, and force him to submit. This historian was indeed a strong man, whether he cut off his ten fingers or plucked out his joints, he did not change a word horizontally or vertically.

So, together with this historian, a total of 52 people in the history museum were all beheaded in the prison.

It was not until more than ten years after the death of Emperor Hao, that this incident was recorded in unofficial history, and it was known in history as the 52 jade pieces.

Emperor Hao highly supported his confidants and entered the history museum, and tampered with all the history books. The position of historian no longer had his original position in the court. Instead, he was like a eunuch, and he would not have half a day of peace with his king and tiger.

Therefore, all the monarchs in the world followed suit, so the inner history had no real story to say, and they just regarded it as boasting and advocating.

When Ruan Ding was alive, he told his own girl that the ancestor of the Ruan family was a historian, and it happened to be the first time he was in the position of a historian. So he saved up a wealthy family fortune and kept it with his descendants.

Ruan Qiubai rarely heard his father talk about the old things in the Ruan family. Only when Ruan Ding and his guests had a drink party, he could barely eavesdrop on a few words. He mentioned the fifty-two literati who would rather be broken, and he was very sad.

Not long after Ruan Qiubai came to his senses, Zhu Ling approached and said that the young man Tang had been waiting outside for a long time, so it would be better to invite someone into the main hall first and then make plans.

The woman nodded slightly, and then she lost her mind.

When I really came to my eyes, I didn’t know how to say this to others. I couldn’t meet again and talk about marriage with a man. What’s the point of being a man? What’s more, my current identity is the head of the Ruan family. If there is any inappropriate sentence and it will be passed on, even if the people in Mocheng are all in a clear and uncontested manner, it would be inappropriate.

The beauty frowned and said nothing, and always had a graceful and gentle charm. For a moment, the wind moved the pearl curtains and the silk rolled slowly, which made it even more wonderful in the same painting.

Tang Bufeng, who had been waiting in the side yard for a long time, was not as bored as a woman at this moment.

Brother Yun was not here, and no one knew what to do when he went to the city lord's mansion to discuss, but he did not return all night and disappeared. Han Xi's residence was not far away, and Tang Bufeng had to finish his meal and slept for nearly two hours. He was about to go and talk to Han Xi for a few words, but he was told that Han Xi went out to wander around early in the morning and didn't know when he would return.

So along the way, the ears of Tang Madman, who had never been clean, became quiet and became more and more depressed. Therefore, he informed Zhu Ling in advance and came 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 on the Taishi chair. He held a tiger-headed jade pendant in his right hand. He looked at it for a long time in the afternoon sunlight, but he was still interested. However, he finally saw some clues. This family is probably a prominent family in this city. The decorations in one side of the house made him a little shocked, who had never seen many precious items since childhood.

Not to mention the others, the pair of jade lion-headed walnuts on the table are probably worth countless silver coins, not to mention the tiger-headed jade pendant, the jade sachet surrounded by golden silk, the screen carved from the whole piece of jade and other rare objects. No matter which one of them is, it is estimated that if he exchanges his life for silver, it will take forty or fifty Tang Bufeng to barely exchange it.

"Tang Shaoxia, my head of family has invited me, please move to the main hall. The head of family has important matters to discuss, so let me follow me." Zhu Ling was naturally very unhappy, but since she was a maid of the Ruan family, she always had to keep the rules and let her face down. Maybe her lady would not blame her, but she still said ugly in front of outsiders, so she had to speak up with a good voice.

But within a few dozen steps, Zhu Ling realized that she really underestimated the Young Master Tang.

It turned out that there was a seven-foot-long fist stake standing in the garden, covered with ribbons and deer tendons, which was very conspicuous. When Tang Bufeng walked here, he couldn't move his legs. He actually left Zhu Ling in front of him and approached the fist stake.

What made Zhu Ling angry was that the pirate climbed closer to the boxing stake and sniffed the boxing stake directly, and then said, "It was originally a place where you practice boxing, but the whole stake was full of powdery smell. Could it be that your head of the family is still a woman? It's strange. If a woman practices a lot of boxing, which family dares to marry her?"

But before Zhu Ling could attack, a peerless woman had already walked out of the hall and smiled slightly at Tang Bufeng.

"Why can't women practice boxing?"

Tang Bufeng looked at him when he heard the sound.

transfixed.
Chapter completed!