Sima Yan laughed loudly after hearing this: "Well said, it is true that a person is better than an expert. Since you understand the righteousness, let me ask you, what do you think of letting King Qi return to the vassal state?"

What do you want me to say? Shu Yan thought to himself, logically, it would be most appropriate to let the emperor's younger brother Sima You, King of Qi, take over as emperor. This stupid prince will definitely be unqualified to be the emperor in the future, but the current situation is basically a foregone conclusion. Because the prince has become the emperor.

The party's power has an absolute advantage in the government. If another prince is to be established, then the various factions will have to fight to the death.

It caused a storm. This was a fight between the nobles who were entrenched at the core of the imperial power for the future imperial power. It was related to their own glory and wealth, and even their lives. As for me, a young official from a poor family, no matter who became the emperor

, or who will assist the government, I am still wandering around the periphery of power, why bother getting involved in this fight?

This is definitely a rational analysis, but his sincerity finally defeated his rational analysis: "As for the return of King Qi to the vassal, the minister should not talk nonsense because of his humble position, but this matter is related to the Jin Dynasty

For thousands of years, humble officials have been ignorant and bold: King Qi is your majesty’s closest brother, he is also a talented man in military affairs, and has many years of experience in assisting the government, so this matter... please consider it again."

With what seemed like an understatement, everyone present understood his position. A gloomy look appeared on Sima Yan's face after hearing this.

"Ignorant boy! Even though he knows his humble position, he is still talking nonsense here to make His Majesty angry!" Xun Xu, Yang Jun, Shi Hui and others scolded one after another.

Shu Yan knew that his words were like a glass of water poured on a cart of burning firewood and had no effect at all. This was also expected, so he smiled coldly at those who were glaring at him: "Dear ministers, Confucius said:

Gentlemen do not compete with each other, and villains do not compete with each other. Since you are ministers of the Jin Dynasty, no matter what the future holds, you should still work together and think about the overall situation, and not form cliques for personal gain."

After hearing this, Wei Guan said to himself: We old ministers are not as clear-minded as the words of a young official. Among these people, although he has the highest status, Xun Xu, Shi Chong and others present are all princes.

.People from the Party, even Wang Rong, have an affair with the Crown Princess

My dear, how can I fight against them when I am alone? Alas, nevermind. Thinking of this, he held a wat tablet in his hand, bowed and said: "As for the issue of the kings returning to the vassal, it is a family matter for the emperor, and it is not convenient for foreign ministers to say more. But

There is a major matter involving the life and death of the people, so we must be urgent."

"What's so urgent? It's a matter of life and death for the people?" Sima Yan was generous and caring by nature. How could he not be anxious when he heard something about a matter of life and death for the people.

Wei Guan asked Shu Yan to tell what he saw and heard. After hearing this, Sima Yan hurriedly said: "Hurry up and issue an edict to open Changpingcang to help the victims."

Shu Yan said: "Your Majesty, just opening warehouses to provide disaster relief is only treating the symptoms but not the root cause. Wei Chen believes that the lack of rain in the early stage caused the drought. Although it has entered the rainy season, it has rained a lot in various places, but the wheat seedling growth period has passed.

, production reduction is a foregone conclusion. What we should do now is to use the current rainfall to guide people to replant seasonal crops in a timely manner."

Sima Yan nodded: "That's good. You go back and draw up the edict immediately. I will immediately announce the visit of the great minister Nong. On the one hand, I will send people to open a Changping warehouse to relieve the victims. On the other hand, I will collect rice, millet and other high-quality seeds from various places and transport them to the four states.

Seize the farming season. All expenses will be allocated from the national treasury, and if the disaster is serious, you will be exempted from three years of corvee service."

Shu Yan was happy after hearing this. His Majesty did have a good way of governing the country and bringing peace to the people. With this series of measures, the refugees would have no worries. It would be great if the prince succeeds to the throne and can do the same.

After the disaster relief work was dealt with and Shu Yan went down, the party struggle continued, and the prince and the party people had the upper hand. Sima Yan recalled that in those days, his father Sima Zhao wanted to make his younger brother Sima You the prince several times. Now the prince's situation is not harmonious.

Was he the same back then? After much deliberation, he finally decided to transfer Qi King Sima You away from the core of power and return to the vassal state. Later, Qi King actually died of resentment.

Shu Yan was in a happy mood because he had solved Ye Chong's worries and rescued the victims, which were both national and private matters. He returned to the restaurant and had dinner with Xiao Mo. He packed up the luggage he had left the day before yesterday.

, suddenly at the bottom of the box, two bamboo slips came into view - it turned out to be "The Book of Music". Since Tang Eunuch gave it to

After I came to Luoyang from Ruyin, I worked as a literary editor, then as a critic of Xiaolian, then as a critic of Zhongzheng, and now I am a minister. I have been busy, but I have forgotten this rare treasure, and I have never taken it seriously.

I've read it. It's summer right now and it's sweltering in the house. Why not take advantage of this hot summer day to study it.

Thinking of this, he took out a volume, moved a small stool, and came to the window. "The Book of Music" is an ancient book from the pre-Qin Dynasty, the same as "The Book of Songs", "Shangshu", "Book of Rites", and "Book of Changes".

The "Spring and Autumn" together are known as the Six Classics. However, since the end of the Qin Dynasty, whether because of burning books and entrapping Confucian scholars or because of wars and disputes, this legendary music classic has been lost, leaving only the Five Classics.

Shu Yan untied the rope tied to the bamboo slips. As the bamboo slips slowly unfolded, a slight musty smell came to his nose. It had not seen the sun for some days. But it was okay. Even after hundreds of years, this

The bamboo slips were obviously made of the best bamboo at that time.

, and special medicinal materials were added to the bamboo slips during the process of making them, and they were well preserved. These two bamboo slips are only part of the entire "Yue Jing", and the other part was preserved in the hands of Tang Bi's ancestors.

Unwholesome deeds have damaged it, so these two volumes become even more precious.

Although the state of preservation of the bamboo slips was pleasing to the eye, Shu Yan was shocked and a little worried when he saw the words on them. To be honest, Shu Yan didn't take it seriously at all. There were only a few thousand words in these two bamboo slips.

thing, but he ignored this point, that is, the characters on this bamboo slip are all seal characters. It would be better if they were small seal characters in the Qin Dynasty, because his grandfather Dr. Shu once taught him how to read and write small seal characters, and now

As a minister, he sometimes still used small seal script when drafting important edicts. But the problem was that the words on it were not small seal script, but all written in ancient pre-Qin seal script. He could only roughly understand some of them, but

He wasn't sure. Although he didn't recognize it, he was extremely impressed by the neat and vigorous strokes. They seemed to be standing as if they were flying, as if they were moving as if they were still. They were full of three-dimensional feeling, as if they were about to jump out.

Yeah, I'm such a grumpy little guy, what's the point if I don't study you thoroughly? Shu Yan has a personality, the more challenging things are, the more energetic he will be, and the more it will arouse his desire to conquer. He decided to study

These mysterious and beautiful ancient seal scripts "Yue Jing".

Although it was night, it was the height of summer, and the earth was still steaming with heat. Shu Yan was immersed in reading, and his back was already soaked with sweat. At some point, a melodious flute sound came from the house, and Shu Yan just focused on

Reading, not paying attention to the flute player, and not knowing why

The sound of the flute suddenly stopped. Suddenly, with a "pop", he received a slap on the back of his neck. When he turned around, he saw Xiao Mo holding up his bloody palm and smiling: "Brother Shu, you know you?

How many mosquitoes have you eaten?" Shu Yan just smiled and lowered his head.

Seeing that Shu Yan was so serious, Xiao Mo didn't wait for Shu Yan's consent, so he grabbed it and held it in his hand to read. Of course, he couldn't understand anything and found it incredible, so he said: "There are so many paper books and I don't want to read them.

What’s there to see in this bulky roll of broken bamboo films?”

"What do you know? This is a treasure book."

"What kind of treasure book do they look like? These things, which look like pictures and words, are crooked and twisted, like dancing. I think they look more like a heavenly book."

"Isn't the Book of Heaven considered a treasure book?" Shu Yan smiled and grabbed the bamboo slips.

That's right, the Book of Heaven is of course a treasure book. Xiao Mo was at a loss for words, and when he saw Shu Yan sitting down again and ignored him, he felt bored, so he just swatted mosquitoes and played next to him. It wasn't until the last trace of light in the courtyard disappeared that the two of them came together.

After returning to the house and lighting the candles, Xiao Mo thought that after reading these books for so long, it was time to talk to him. Unexpectedly, Shu Yan took out the "Book of Rites" again and opened the book "The Book of Music"

Chapter, studied in comparison with the two aspects of "Yue Jing".

Xiao Mo sighed, feeling very bored and sleepy again, so he simply went back to his room to sleep.

Due to his focus on this, Shu Yan could not help but feel a little indifferent to Xiao Mo in the past few days. After returning from the office that day, after dinner, he did not praise Xiao Mo's cooking skills as usual, but came to the window as usual.

After reading for a while, I listened

The sound of the flute came from the house again. These days, whenever Shu Yan reads "The Book of Music", he will always hear the sound of Xiao Mo's flute. But the style of the flute has changed a lot, it is sad and resentful,

It is obviously different from the bright and melodious days of the past few days.

Shu Yan took another small stool, dragged Xiao Mo to the window, and asked with a smile: "What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"

Xiao Mo lowered his head, holding the purple jade flute in his hand, "Why do you say I'm in a bad mood?"

"By the sound of your flute."

Xiao Mo sneered: "Hey, it turns out you have grown up. You can guess my thoughts from the sound of the flute."

"Of course. If you don't have some skills, how can you be worthy of my precious book?"

"I can play the flute, and you know music theory. Today we will discuss each other. Tell me some truth, otherwise, who knows whether you have really improved your skills or just made nonsense?"

"Of course, you can. Listen, it is said in "Legends of Music" that all sounds are produced by the human heart. When the human heart moves, things make it happen. It is moved by things, so the shape is in the sound. The sound corresponds to it.

Therefore, it changes; it becomes a square, which is called the sound. When you compare the sound and enjoy it, it is said to be happy. If you feel sad, the sound will kill you; if you feel happy, it will kill you.

, its sound is soothing and slow. That is to say, all music is determined by people's mood. People's mood changes due to external influences, so they form different sounds. A few days ago, your flute sound was soothing and melodious, obviously

It's because you're in a good mood; these days, the sound of your flute sounds like complaining, so it's naturally because you're in a bad mood."

Xiao Mo seemed to understand, and smiled disdainfully: "To say that I am a close friend, I actually don't need to read this crappy book of yours. At that time, Zhong Ziqi had never read any music books, but he could still understand the music played by Yu Boya.

The two of them don't know each other, but even so, it's not surprising that you and I can hear my mood after knowing each other for so long."
Chapter completed!