Li Changan sat cross-legged in the starry sky, not knowing day and night, experiencing everything that Lu Zheng lived in.
Before Lu Zhengju went out to study, his mother sewed clothes for him.
In the end, Lu Zhengju knelt down before leaving, which made Li Chang'an tremble violently, and the mutton-fat jade book opened a page.
""Wandering Son's Song""
"The thread in the hands of a loving mother is like the clothes on a wanderer's body. The seams are thick and tight before leaving, for fear of returning late. Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring."
…
"I'm sailing here and want to send a letter home..."
""At the foot of Cibeigu Mountain""
"The guest travels outside the green mountains, and the boat rides in front of the green water. The tide is flat and the banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging. The sun is shining on the sea and the night is lingering, and the spring on the river is entering the old year. Where can I get the hometown letter? Return to Luoyang."
…
"When I first started teaching at the academy, I encouraged students to study diligently..."
"Poetry to Encourage Learning"
"It is easy for a young man to learn but hard to become an old man. One inch of time cannot be taken lightly. Before I realize the dream of spring grass in the pond, the phoenix leaves in front of the steps have already sounded the sound of autumn."
Li Changan never let go of every memory, and the more he experienced it, the harder it became to extricate himself. In the end, Li Changan could hardly tell whether he was Li Changan or Lu Zhengju.
…
Time passes day by day,
If you are hungry, take a pill of military ration. If you are really sleepy, take a good sleep.
Li Changan was like an ascetic, completely trapped in Lu Zhengju's memory.
The aura on his body is getting deeper and deeper...
And at the same time,
The Jin Dynasty Hall has been quarreling for a month continuously because of the issue of real and virtual seals, and it hasn't stopped yet.
"To report to the Empress, I still have my original opinion. It is absolutely impossible for Li Changan to award this reward!"
"It's okay to be granted the title of Uncle Zhongyong, but it's absolutely not allowed to live in Linxian County!"
In the court, there were quite a few ministers who had objections. They all had a tough temper and kept their heads high all the time. No matter what anyone said, it was useless.
But there are more ministers who support it,
"Why not!?"
"Li Changan's great achievement is only to make one county magistrate and nothing else. If he tells it, wouldn't it make the world laugh?"
"When the time comes, everyone in the world will point their fingers at us and scold us, scold us for not being rewarded for our merits, and scold us for being jealous of the talented!"
…
There was a lot of quarrel in the court, and no one could convince anyone.
But many people know that this is just a superficial statement. Secretly, they have already had countless conflicts because of this reward.
I'm afraid this matter will be settled soon.
At this time,
Queen Dugu Zhao opened her mouth and said, "Please be patient, gentlemen. We will discuss this matter tomorrow."
"It's already mid-July, but the floods in the three southern prefectures in early July have not been eliminated yet. Do you have any good ideas?"
Jiang Cheng, the left minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, said, "The Ministry of Household Affairs has allocated disaster relief funds and sent them to the three southern prefectures."
"Wanchuan was the hardest hit, and two million taels of silver were allocated to it; Yangzhai was the second, and one and a half million taels of silver were allocated to it; and Yunyao was allocated one million taels of silver."
Dugu Zhao nodded, "After floods, there are often serious epidemics. Is there any arrangement for this at the Imperial Hospital?"
An envoy from the Taiyuan Hospital came forward from the rear and said, "To inform the queen, the Taiyuan Hospital has prepared anti-epidemic prescriptions and sent them to the three southern prefectures. The medical officers in each place should have received them by now."
"This flood has affected the three prefectures, and the south has been transformed into a state of marsh. Who is in charge of the Department of Water Clearance in the Ministry of Industry?" At this point, the coldness in Dugu Zhao's eyes became even more intense.
The hall suddenly became quiet.
This is where accountability begins.
"Wei...wei minister, Tu Kongyi, the doctor in charge of the Qing Dynasty in the Ministry of Industry..." A middle-aged minister with a mustache walked out of the row of civil servants and said tremblingly.
There was silence in the court hall, the queen did not speak, but the invisible pressure was getting stronger and stronger.
Tu Kongyi lowered his head and bent over, and soon cold sweat began to fall on his forehead.
Other officials in the court were also silent, and no one knew how the queen would deal with it.
To kill or not to kill is a matter of one thought.
"All officials responsible for water conservancy in the three southern prefectures will be handed over to Dali Temple. All past files will be checked. If anyone embezzles money, uses public affairs for personal gain, or commits crimes, he will be severely punished."
Dugu Zhao's voice echoed in the court hall without any ups and downs.
"Those who are innocent will be acquitted."
"Tu Aiqing..."
"I...I'm here..." Tu Kongyi's legs trembled slightly, and he didn't bother to wipe the cold sweat on his face, and replied quickly.
"Within two months, if the flood is not eliminated, several crimes will be punished and killed without mercy!" Dugu Zhao's murderous voice came out through the curtain,
"Tu Aiqing...do you understand?"
Tu Kongyi nodded hurriedly, "Weichen understands, Weichen understands..."
Dugu Zhao glanced at the ministers in the court,
"My beloved ministers are serving as officials in the court, and the affairs of the state are the most important thing. Now the people are in dire straits. How can you have the face to quarrel over trivial matters?"
"Retreat!"
After the dynasty dispersed, the ministers quickly left the Hall of Supreme Harmony in small groups.
"What is the profound meaning of the Queen's last words?"
"Who knows?"
"The floods in the three southern prefectures will probably cause a lot of trouble."
"This time the Ministry of Industry has been put on the fire. If it is not handled well, the Ministry of Household Affairs will probably be implicated."
…
After Gu Shihong, the Minister of Rites, left the Hall of Supreme Harmony, he was quickly caught up by Shen Hansong.
"Master Gu."
"Master Shen."
Gu Shihong glanced at Shen Hansong in surprise. Normally, this noble man from the imperial court never had much dealings with them. What happened today?
"I wonder what advice Master Shen wants from me?"
Shen Hansong paused and said, "There should be no other surprises regarding Uncle Zhongyong. The Ministry of Rites must make preparations in advance."
Gu Shihong was slightly startled, but did not show any expression, "Why did Mr. Shen say this?"
"The Queen's last sentence has been made very clear..." Shen Hansong walked on the right side of Gu Shihong, "The matter of Uncle Zhongyong is a small matter, and we won't quarrel for too long."
"Whether Uncle Zhongyong is a title or a posthumous title, we can't make a final decision yet... Besides, this is just a title, but the place of residence has not yet been determined, so how can the Ministry of Rites make other preparations?" Gu Shihong said with a chuckle.
Shen Hansong asked with a half-smile, "What do you think, Mr. Gu?"
After asking, he looked at the expression on Gu Shihong's face, then clasped his fists and left.
After Shen Hansong left, the smile on Gu Shihong's face remained unchanged, but his eyes quietly turned cold, "This Shen Hansong, still want to trick me at this time?"
…
five months later,
By mid-December,
Nine months have passed since Li Changan entered the ancient tomb.
The memory fragments of Lu Zhengju and Zhan Tianhuan were completely absorbed by Li Changan.
At this time, Li Changan's body had become extremely lean due to not eating for many years, but his aura was countless times stronger.
In the deep eyes, the countless vicissitudes of life and the purity of innocence are perfectly integrated.
"This ambition to reach the top is really hard to find in the world."
Li Changan's mind was filled with the momentum of Lu Zhengju and Zhan Tianju, wanting to break through the restraints, and his mind was swaying.
Using a pointing pen, the literary energy flowed to my fingertips, and I wrote down on the Wenchang stele left by Lu Zhengju,
""Wangyue""
"How is Mr. Dai Zong? Qilu is still young. The clock of creation is beautiful, the yin and yang are separated from each other at dusk. The clouds are growing in the chest, and the birds are returning from the canthus. When you reach the top of the mountain, you can see all the small mountains."
For such a long time,
This is how he felt the memories of the two invincibles while writing poems on the Wenchang Monument.
In the mind, in the 182nd literary orifice, a dim star of poetry slowly appeared, exuding a faint literary spirit, like the faintest starlight, but it finally opened the literary orifice.
One hundred and eighty-two cultural orifices were finally opened.