Some things will never be forgotten, nor can they be forgotten; some feelings do not need to be expressed, nor are they limited to expression.
A sweet and innocent smile and a fragrant omelette evoke every moment of childhood. Whether it’s the smiles at each other after feasting in front of the yokan stall in Xisi Torii, or gently rolling up one’s trousers to catch fish and crabs on the banks of the Weishui River in the suburbs.
The leisurely moments of the Lantern Festival, or the crazy dancing and singing on Zhuque Street during the Lantern Festival. Every happy gathering between the boy and A Tian clearly comes to mind. Just like every plant and tree in Chang'an, every floor and every pavilion has already
As if deeply integrated into the young man's blood, that person has already become his inseparable friend unconsciously.
This kind of emotion is different from the violent storm of love. It is like the buttery rain in March, accompanied by the graceful flowing clouds that refresh the heart and mind. There is peace and beauty in it.
Li Kuo looked at the green-grey small building standing in front of him and breathed a long sigh of relief. Although the third brother came to him many times to discuss his marriage with Lu, the promise he made to A Tian made him muster up the courage to make a decisive decision.
Rejecting the "kindness" of the third brother. Not wanting to be entangled with the third brother over this meaningless marriage, the young man simply hid back to the Imperial College on the pretext of recovering from his injury and going to school, hoping to be clean. But his wish obviously failed.
Kong, ever since he won the first place in the examination, the masters and doctors in Taixue were full of praise for him, as if they saw the hope of the future of the Tang Dynasty in him. After the battle at the drug store on the outskirts of the city, the saint personally sealed it
The fact that he was given the official position of Minister of the Seventh Grade immediately caused a stir in the Imperial College. You must know that in the Tang Dynasty, there has never been a precedent of granting official positions to a good man before the imperial examination. Even the nobles who entered the official position had to go through the process.
As a sideshow, he participated in the Ming Jing Ke examination to demonstrate the meritocracy of the imperial court. Moreover, he also held the unofficial position of being a guest of the prince, so he was particularly eye-catching in the white-clad Imperial College. Compared with these, the story behind the Qing Prophecy case
The secret obviously worried the young man even more. Although His Majesty issued a death order to end the case, the young man did not think that the person behind the scenes would stop there. When he thought of the battle that day, countless thoughts floated in the young man's mind.
Picture. The arrogant and uninhibited laughter of the Turkic warriors, the twisted and unwilling face of the Zhang family nurse before death, the blood-stained sword that he snatched from his hand... The young man didn't know if the person in charge would take revenge again.
, maybe for him, killing himself is as easy as squeezing an ant to death? He originally wanted to rehabilitate his grandfather through the imperial examination, but he was unknowingly involved in such a major case. The young man felt depressed and depressed in his heart.
The Imperial College has a customized program. The top five students in the regular examination will be promoted to the attic on the second floor of the West Building to study. They will be personally mentored by Hongru and treated differently from ordinary Gongsheng students. Li Kuo seemed to have grasped the life-saving straw and gave Zhang Yanji a few words before following Dr.
He moved into the attic. He needed time to think about his next plan, and he needed peace and quiet to deal with this crisis.
This three-story wooden building titled "Siyuan Pavilion" is located in an inconspicuous corner of the west building in the backyard. Except for a hundred-meter-high hillside fifty steps away, which is made of rammed loess, you can't tell it at all.
There is something unusual around this attic. The same black tiled walls, the same red doors and green windows, accompanied by a few cries of partridges, sunrise and sunset, and clouds rolling in. Due to the secluded location, there are no other activities except food delivery on weekdays.
You will hardly see anyone idle among the drinking water servants. It is said that this attic was built during the Zhenguan period and was built for His Majesty Taizong for the study of prodigies. Since they are prodigies, they cannot be measured by the standards of ordinary intelligent people. According to
The Master said that since the building was first built, only four people have climbed to the top floor of the attic. Xu Jingzong from the Taizong Dynasty, Wang Bo from the Gaozong Dynasty, Di Renjie from the Empress Wu period, and Wang Youcheng from the Kaiyuan period. Who is not a genius? In the entire Tang Dynasty for decades,
I just expected these four unparalleled geniuses to be able to climb to the second floor of the attic without being as good as the weak champion. How can I not make people's blood rush with only one step away from the sages?
In fact, this attic is not usually used for lectures. As soon as you enter the building, you can smell the smell of books, mixed with the fragrance of azaleas floating in from the back window of the building, which makes you slow down and calm down without realizing it.
.Different from ordinary library pavilions, the hall on the first floor is very empty. Six wooden pillars painted with vermilion paint go straight into the top of the pavilion. There is a floor-to-ceiling bronze mirror as high as a person inlaid between the wooden pillars. Together with the skylight,
The faint light that entered reflected an extremely eerie dark-gold color. The open space behind the bronze mirror was surrounded by small cubicles with four screens on three sides. Middle-aged men who were teaching how to dress up were sitting in them, meditating or thinking.
He wrote hard and recorded his inspirations. However, Li Kuo had never seen these people in the Imperial College before, and there was always an indescribable weirdness in their eyebrows. Fang wanted to get closer to find out, but he heard the soft voice of Dr. Du who was leading him.
Ningyu: "The laws of heaven are constant, and the world has its destiny. You will eventually know what you are supposed to know, and knowing what you are not supposed to know will only increase your troubles."
Li Kuo's cheeks turned red. Knowing that it was the doctor who reminded him to abide by the rules, he quickly got rid of the thought of exploring the secrets and followed the steps of the teacher from the corner at the end of the hall. Maybe it was because there had been no students for a long time.
A thick layer of floating dust fell on the wooden board. After everyone was so excited, it all rose up, causing the choking people to cough. After turning around, the ladder became much narrower, and you had to turn slightly sideways to get up.
.The teenagers imitated the doctor's behavior, wrapping the hem of their robes around their waists, slightly arching their bodies and leaning forward. Fortunately, this posture did not last too long, otherwise their backs would be sore after climbing to the second floor.
Study books thoughtfully.
As he stepped up the last step with all his strength, Li Kuo felt that his surroundings suddenly became brighter. Wiping away the sweat from his forehead, the young man stared at the scene in front of him in slight surprise. Rows of brown ocher oleander wood bookshelves were neatly arranged.
Various classics are placed, and the morning sun shines in through the carved windows supported by wooden chopsticks, coating the brown-blue envelopes with a dazzling golden color. Different from the quiet and eerie atmosphere in the middle hall on the ground floor, the halls and pavilions on the second floor are even more eerie.
It is spacious and bright. On the main wall next to the east end, there is a colorful map of the territory of the Tang Dynasty. It starts from Chang'an, passes through Yangguan, passes through Shule, and crosses the Congling Mountains to the Flynn Kingdom in the far west.
.This ancient road marked with red silk on the map has brought about many collisions of civilizations from the Han Dynasty to the Tang Dynasty. For a moment, the young man could not bear to look away, eager to stay longer on this ancient road that represented the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty.
For a moment, there is a square ebony table standing under the east wall. There is a piece of paper weight stacked on the right corner of the table. There is a sapphire paperweight on it. There is an ivory pen holder on the right side of the square table, with a few wolf hairs scattered randomly in it. The desk is in front of the desk.
There is a copy of "Huainanzi" spread out in his hand. I think the doctor is halfway through reading it and is taking a nap.
Dr. Du, who had rarely spoken before, suddenly spoke: "You are all young talents from our Tang Dynasty, and your minds are very quick and unusual. You must have understood the scene in the pavilion all the way up the stairs. If you are talking to others, Du
There is no need to tell anyone, but I still need to mention a few things about the rules in this pavilion." After a slight pause, seeing that everyone was listening with an open mind, Dr. Du nodded with satisfaction: "Since you are talented people, you should naturally teach students according to their aptitude.
From today on, you can browse the classics below the third floor at will. Before leaving school every day, you must write an essay to record what you have learned that day. However, you are strictly prohibited from entering these three floors. This is the rule of the Imperial College!
"
Pei Xingchen, the eldest grandson of the Pei family in Hedong, bowed deeply to Dr. Du and said, "Students are stupid. I wonder which doctor will teach us Confucian classics?"
Dr. Du shook his head lightly and said: "The best way to learn is to seek. You are all talented people and should have the heart to pursue the origins of Shuo." After a slight pause, he finally sighed: "As far as classics and history are concerned,
, there is no one in the Imperial College to teach you except Master. However, it happened that Li An, a former Hanlin scholar, came to the attic to devote himself to compiling anthologies. He sat at the corner table against the wall on the east side of the second floor every day. With his knowledge,
It’s not difficult to teach you some of the meaning of the scriptures. If you have any questions, just ask him.”
After everyone thanked Dr. Du, they watched the lonely and old-fashioned old man turn and walk away. When the brown and blue robe disappeared at the corner of the spiral staircase, Fang let out a long sigh of relief.
"Well, this exam was really fun. It allowed me to get to know a talented person like Brother Kuo." Chen Runzhi walked over, slightly cupped his hands at Li Kuo, and smiled warmly.
"Brother Run is humbled. I am just lucky enough to get the first place. In terms of knowledge, no one knows that Mr. Chen San of Ruyang is the leader among the young talents of the Tang Dynasty today." Li Kuo did not dare to trust him.
He hurriedly returned the courtesy and said with a smile.
"Hey, the first name is the first name. How can there be any luck? I, Chen Runzhi, am not a person who only cares about fame. Could it be that I have a quarrel with Brother Kuo because of a name?" Chen Runzhi waved his hand and said.
"Haha, we are all people who read. As the old saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. If there is anything I don't understand in the anthology of classics and history in the future, I hope that Brother Run will not hesitate to enlighten me."
"Easy to say, easy to say."
"With the help of civil and military ministers, Fang is an all-rounder. Our Tang Dynasty conquered the world on horseback. I wonder if Brother Kuo can be good at riding and shooting?" Pei Xingchen shook his folding fan lightly, but his eyes never looked directly at Li Kuo.
However, Li Kuo was not annoyed and said with a smile: "When it comes to battlefield skills on the fortress, I definitely know nothing about it. But if it is a fixed target fifty steps away, I can barely shoot through it."
Pei Xingchen twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and the irritation on his face flashed across: "That's good. King Tan will hold a polo match in the palace in one month, and your majesty and the imperial concubine will also go to watch. The members of the two teams are respectively
They are the tooth soldiers from all the festivals in the border towns and the talents of our Imperial Academy who are good at riding and shooting. It happened that Brother Ziqiao injured his leg and foot while racing the day before yesterday, and I was worried about the lack of manpower. If Brother Kuo joins, our Imperial Academy's Yingjie's chances of winning will increase.
10%." Seeing Li Kuo's expression of embarrassment, Pei Xingchen was secretly happy. He cupped his hands toward the east and said, "I forgot that Brother Kuo is also an official of the East Palace now. If there is any inconvenience..."
Li Kuo raised his eyebrows and pushed his hands: "What's the problem? It's just a polo match. I will bring glory to the students!"
The two of them agreed on the corresponding training time, venue and other details and high-fived each other, and the matter was settled.
Li Kuo exchanged a few words with several other students, but finally found it boring, so he found a way to duck into the sea of books at the east end.
Poems and etiquette were passed down from Li Kuo's family, and since his grandfather, he has paid more attention to the intellectual cultivation of his descendants. Therefore, Li Kuo has developed the habit of being quiet and reading since he was a child. Sitting quietly reading books is really a pleasure.
Slowly walking to a column of pre-Qin anthologies, Li Kuo found a bench and sat down with his robe lifted up.
He gently pulled out a copy of "Mozi", brushed off the dust on the spine, and started reading attentively.
"Killing one person is called unjust, and he will be punished with one death penalty. If we put it this way, killing ten people is tenfold unjust, and he must be punished with ten death sentences; killing one hundred people, which is one hundredfold unjust crime, must be punished with death. At this point
, all the gentlemen in the world know it, but do not do it, and call it unjust. Nowadays, it is unjust to attack the country, but they do not know it is wrong, so they praise it and call it righteousness. The feelings do not know that it is unjust, so they write down their words and leave them behind.
If future generations know that it is unjust, how can I pass it on to future generations by ridiculing it and telling the story of its unjustness?" The young man was about to read, but suddenly he found that this famous article had been circled with ink pens, and it was mottled, and he couldn't help but wrinkle it.
He frowned.
"How can you care about benevolence, justice and morality when a knife is placed on your neck? Killing one person is killing, killing a hundred people is killing. If you don't want to be killed, kill people." A man with a round head and a round face
The tall young man got out of a pile of books, stretched slightly, yawned at Li Kuo, and said casually.