Next to the Hanlin Academy, there is a majestic round tall building. It is bright red in color and covered with gold tiles. It is carved with complex but exquisite patterns. A golden plaque hangs on the second floor. The three words "Wenyuan Pavilion" appear in the sunlight.
sparkling in the light.
At this time, a figure stood on the stone road in front of the building. He looked away and sighed: "If I had known it was so far away, I wouldn't have come!"
Tang Ji originally thought of coming to Wenyuan Pavilion at noon to get through the half hour he needed to clock in every day. Who knew that this dilapidated building was actually in the inner city, making him like two arms, carrying a
Food boxes go such a long way.
But it was already here, so he didn't hesitate much, stepped up the steps and walked towards the building.
As soon as he stepped into the building, Tang Ji opened his mouth in surprise. There were no fancy decorations. There were neatly arranged bookshelves everywhere, filled with books and bamboo slips. He swallowed his saliva and walked slowly away.
Go in.
He put the food box on a table, walked to the bookshelf and took a look around. He saw that each bookshelf was hung with the type of book stored or the time, which was somewhat similar to the library of later generations.
Just when he was about to take down a book, a voice suddenly came from behind the long cabinet.
"Who?"
A white-haired old man wearing a light green official uniform came out. His face was full of wrinkles, his ears were a bit big, his eyes were narrowed into slits, and his figure was a bit stooped. His steps seemed not very agile and wasted.
After a while, he walked up to Tang Ji and said, "I wonder why this young master came to Wenyuan Pavilion?"
Tang Ji took back his hand that was still resting on the bookshelf and said with a smile: "I am Tang Ji, the head of the Household Department. By order of His Majesty, I will come to Wenyuan Pavilion tomorrow to study for half an hour."
Qin Hong's brows trembled a few times, and he nodded in realization: "I remember, this is indeed the case."
Tang Ji sighed, was there no one in the palace?
How could such an old man with poor hearing be allowed to be a librarian?
Just when he was muttering in his heart, Qin Hong had already sat down on the chair next to him, looked at Tang Ji and said, "How did that old guy Chen Jizhong die?"
Hearing this, Tang Ji turned his head suddenly. Chen Jizhong was Professor Chen. The old man in front of him actually knew him and called him by his real name. The key is that this man actually knew that he knew Professor Chen. He couldn't help but ask: "I wonder who Mr. Chen is?"
"The old man's name is Qin Hong, and he was the previous Minister of Rites." Qin Hong replied and dusted his sleeves again.
Tang Ji blinked, feeling a little surprised, but didn't think much about it. He raised his hand and saluted, "I've met Mr. Qin."
Qin Hong remained expressionless and continued: "You haven't answered the old man's question yet."
"Professor Chen's health was not very good to begin with, and he was killed by bandits..." Tang Ji roughly explained the cause of Professor Chen's death.
After listening, Qin Hong sighed, shook his head, and said: "Last year, he wrote me a letter, saying that he met a very powerful young man, and he even took some of your songs
Come out to show off to me, and tell me that when you come to Kyoto, let me take care of you. I heard about what you did a few days ago. It seems that I don’t need anything to help you. Your abilities are indeed outstanding.
, However, being too strong in the court is not a good thing. Don’t think that no one will dare to touch you as long as His Highness Prince You supports you, otherwise His Majesty will not let you come to Wenyuan Pavilion!"
Tang Ji licked his lips. He didn't think he was very arrogant. Most of the time, it was others who provoked him. His approach was just to fight back. But there was no need to argue with the old man. He handed over his hands and said: "
The younger generation should remember Master Qin’s teachings.”
"I hope you can remember that, you young people, you love to mess around too much." Qin Hong replied casually, stood up, opened the food box, and said with a smile: "You also brought food here, what? Do you know that the old man didn't eat?
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The corner of Tang Ji's mouth twitched. If he had known there was an administrator here, he should have come over after dinner. This would have been very embarrassing!
Qin Hong covered the food box, raised his hands that had been sculpted by time and pointed at the third row of bookshelves in front of him: "There are books on ethics and education there. You can read them as you like. The old man went to eat, by the way.
All the historical materials are stored upstairs. You can't go up there without permission, so don't cause any trouble to me."
"Junior knows." Tang Ji nodded and replied.
"Yeah!" Qin Hong glanced at him twice, then put his hands behind his back and walked slowly out of the building.
After a while, Tang Ji glanced outside the room. After making sure that the other party was gone, he took two etiquette books from the bookshelf and put them back on the table. Then he opened the food box, took out the food, and ate it happily: "Well,
However, this craft has improved again!"
From time to time, he would gnaw on chicken legs and read books while murmuring and complaining: "I don't know how much I can do with such troublesome rules in this time. A 'love defense battle' with my wife is enough!"
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Tang Ji blinked his eyes tiredly, put the remaining chicken leg bones into the bowl, cleared the dishes on the table, took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands, got up and wandered around the building, not forgetting to turn over the food.
Read some books.
Just like that, less than a quarter of an hour later, he walked back to the long table feeling very bored.
Most of the books stored here are the books of sages or the political thoughts of certain ancient celebrities. They are very obscure and difficult to understand, and obviously not suitable for him to read. Just as he was about to sit down on the chair, he suddenly remembered what Qin Hong said before leaving,
He couldn't help but glance at the stairs not far in front of him.
Tang Ji turned his head and looked outside the room, blinked and thought for a while, and finally walked slowly towards the stairs. He carefully looked around again and walked upstairs.
There are no fewer books on the second floor than on the first floor. They are still neatly stored on the bookshelves, and the bookshelf is marked with time.
Tang Ji frowned slightly, touched his chin and thought for a while, then started walking among the bookshelves, looking back and forth.
"The second year of Shun'an, the sixth year of Yuanqi, the third year of Yuanqi... Found it, the thirteenth year of Dingwu!" He passed through more than a dozen bookshelves and finally stopped at the wooden sign inscribed with "
In front of the bookshelf of "The Thirteenth Year of Dingwu", I quickly leaned over and started reading.
Tang Ji flipped along the top layer of books to the bottom, but didn't find anything. He took a half step back and sighed. Just when he was about to leave, the rows of bamboo slips placed on the side of the bookshelf caught his attention.
He walked over quickly and looked through it carefully.
Within a moment, his eyes rested on a bamboo slip titled "Rebellion in the Northwest". After opening it and briefly looking at it, he said nervously: "Found it!"