Yang Wan often thought of Yang Yu's words "I have a lot of regrets."
After four years of college, does she have any regrets
If it were the 21st century, she would have had many regrets.
For example, she hasn't seen the publication of "The Biography of Deng Ying" yet, so how good is the final cover? How will it sell in the future? Can it become her masterpiece? Will her mother cry after reading it? Will her father be silent after reading it? Will her brother feel that IT elites are worthy of her after reading it
These regrets remain in the modern era, but they also seem to have been brought back to the world.
Because of the research subject's sacrifice to her as a researcher, Cang seemed to allow Yang Wan to complete that "old dream" again.
She is the author of "Biography of Deng Ying" and the publisher of this notebook.
During the heyday of printing in ancient China, in the capital city of Dacheng where official, provincial, and private printing houses flourished, she once again personally compiled Deng Ying's life into a book.
On the Mid-Autumn Festival of the first year of Jinghe, Yang Wan handed the transcribed notes to Song Yunqing.
Song Yunqing raised his hand to take it, and helped Yang Wan to lean down on the bed, "You should take a rest for a while, you are already very sick."
Yang Wanlian coughed and pointed at her manuscript, "Take it and ask the craftsman to carve the plates."
Song Yun asked lightly: "What's the name?"
After hearing this, Yang Wan closed her eyes and leaned against the head of the bed, thinking about the titles of the first edition books she had read.
"General Records of Officials of the Past", "Big Talks about Military Officials", "Records of Officials' Admonitions", "Collected Discussions on Great Ceremonies", "Records of Passing the Imperial Examinations", "Records of Examinations" (here refer to the names of the six books of the imperial court)... just like the "Biography of Deng Ying" she wrote back then, it is clear and straightforward like a tool book. However, this notebook does not have the words "biography" and "record".
It does not have a logical structure that goes layer by layer, and even records a person's daily life and recovery from injuries in bits and pieces.
In this era, what can it be called
Yang Wan opened her eyes, looked at the manuscript, and suddenly said in a gentle voice: "'East Factory Observation Notes'."
"Observation Notes of the East Factory".
It was the day when Yang Lun saw this book in the mansion.
He was not in the mood, but this was the first day after he was promoted to the position of the second assistant of the cabinet. Even though he did not set up a banquet and even declined the gifts from all over, the officials of the Ministry of Revenue and the officials of the Ministry of Revenue still came to his door. As an official in the court, he had to come back from the ministry and let Xiao Wen set up two tables in the flower hall, and invited Qi Huaiyang to accompany them and treat them to a drink.
There was a light rain in the hall and the wind was a little cold.
Xiao Wen heated the wine to make it warm, and it went into his stomach and dissipated quickly. Yang Lun drank a cup of it in a depressed mood, but he still didn't feel drunk.
He had no intention of dealing with these people, so he hoped that Qi Huaiyang would come soon. Unfortunately, Qi Huaiyang kept coming. Yang Lun sent people to invite him again and again, and finally, when the wine was served, the person came.
The servant held an umbrella and escorted Qi Huaiyang into the flower hall. When everyone saw him come in, they hurriedly put down their wine glasses and came over to greet him. Qi Huaiyang raised his hand to signal them to do as they pleased, and pulled Yang Lun aside, saying, "I'll be leaving right away."
Yang Lun said: "I asked you to come drink with me just to keep me company. I'm not in the mood to deal with anything today. It makes no sense for you to leave."
Qi Huaiyang turned around and asked someone to present an oilcloth bag, "Take a look at this first."
Yang Lun lifted the oilcloth, took a glance and was stunned.
Qi Huaiyang said: "I originally wanted to come here, but I thought she was your sister, so no matter what, I had to let you know first."
Yang Lun was a little impatient. He picked up the paper and flipped the pages quickly, almost tearing the corners.
"Did she write it?"
Qi Huaiyang held Yang Lun's hand and asked, "Did you guess it?"
Yang Lun was stunned.
Yeah, is it hard for him to guess
Qi Huaiyang said: "The Five Cities Army has been mobilized. The Inspectorate has not yet informed that the General Constitutional Council will enter the palace. You are on duty today, so go back to the cabinet duty room. Otherwise, the Inspectorate will definitely make a big fuss about this."
Yang Lun: "Did the Army go to Qingbo Pavilion?"
"yes."
Qi Huaiyang nodded and tried his best to keep his voice calm. "Yang Lun, calm down first. Today is your day. The people from the department and the department are here. The wine here can't be stopped, and you can't leave, let alone help her. Let's try to mediate first..."
Yang Lun interrupted him: "Once the soldiers from the Military Affairs Division take her away, there will be no room for you to mediate!"
Qi Huaiyang was choked by his shout.
Xiao Wen walked out of the flower hall and said to Yang Lun: "Why did you quarrel with the Shangshu Lord?"
Qi Huaiyang said hurriedly: "Madam, please don't be surprised. We are just being impatient."
Xiao Wen said: "The guests inside are asking about it, so don't stand there..."
"Women should stop talking too much."
Xiao Wen was stunned for a moment, then stopped talking.
"Let them go!"
He suddenly shouted loudly, and then walked away. Qi Huaiyang hurriedly followed him and said, "I said I would go to mediate, so you should wait for my news first. If you go there rashly, it will give those people in the Inspectorate a chance to talk about you..."
Yang Lun turned around and shouted: "Qi Huaiyang, that's your biological sister!"
Just as he finished speaking, he bumped into a servant who came in hurriedly.
He was getting anxious when he heard the servant say, "Sir, this was handed in by the messenger from the head pacification department. Please be sure to take a look at it right now."
Yang Lun raised his hand to take it, and Qi Huaiyang asked hurriedly, "Really?"
Yang Lun's voice calmed down a little.
"Zhang Luo's handwriting."
**
At the gate of Qingbo Pavilion, Yang Wan was dragged from her sickbed to the gate by people from the Five Cities Army.
She was still recovering from her illness and was only wearing a thin undershirt. Her whole body was exposed to the wind and she shivered uncontrollably.
Song Yunqing ran out and knelt down in front of the soldiers from the Military Affairs Department, "We are closing the Qingbo Pavilion now. I beg you, don't take her away..."
"Yun Qing..."
Yang Wan coughed and said, "Get up and beg."
Song Yunqing turned around and said, "But what can you do..."
The commander of the military command said: "Pull this woman away, lock her up and take her away."
A man came forward and twisted Yang Wan's wrist. Song Yun cried softly, "How can you treat her like this?"
The commander said impatiently: "I told you to drag her away, what are you doing just standing there!"
As he was speaking, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the road, coming closer and closer.
The commander of the military department raised his hand to signal everyone to be on guard. When they looked back, they saw a group of people in black clothes, and Zhang Luo was the one walking in front.
"Oh shit."
The commander held back a curse, but still went forward to pay his respects.
"My Lord."
Zhang Luo pulled the reins in front of the door, glanced at Yang Wan, raised the whip and pointed it at her: "Untie it."
"Master Zhang..."
Zhang Luo didn't even look at him. He raised his voice and shouted to the people around Yang Wan: "Did you understand?"
The guard felt a chill down his spine and hurriedly untied the shackles on Yang Wan's hands.
The commander of the military department watched his subordinates obey Zhang Luo's orders and couldn't help but say, "Master Zhang, your behavior is like returning to the Inspectorate."
Zhang Luo said in the stable: "Why don't you reply to the Inspectorate?"
"… "
Zhang Luo sneered, "You are still not fully realized as a commander. In this place, do you still know who is protecting her?"
The people from the Bingmasi were stunned.
Zhang Luo said coldly: "Can you please speak more clearly?"
"I dare not..."
"In that case, take your people away. This place will be handled by the Pacification Office."
After he finished speaking, he turned over and dismounted, raised his hand and ordered: "Seal the door!"
Upon seeing this, Song Yunqing hurried forward to help Wan up, but the slightest movement of his hand caused her to cough violently.
"Yun Qing, don't move... wait a moment."
Song Yunqing quickly let go of her, "Okay... just lean back for a while, I'll go get the blanket from inside."
After saying that, he ran into the door.
Zhang Luo squatted down and saw Yang Wan trembling all over. He subconsciously raised his hand to untie his cloak.
However, just as he raised his hand, he suddenly heard the person in front of him say, "Don't give it to me."
Zhang Luo paused and looked down at Yang Wan.
She leaned against the door, her face a little red, but still smiled at him.
Panting, she raised her hand to tidy up her messy hair, and suppressed the urge to cough: "Although I'm a little miserable now, I'm afraid of being pitied by others."
Zhang Luo lowered his hands, "Why?"
Yang Wan shrugged. "People who sympathize with you will only read that book and see your tragic drama. However, you are living so desperately. You are here to act."
Zhang Luo looked at her in silence, and suddenly asked: "How dare you?"
Yang Wan laughed, "Because I've let it go and I'm willing to do it."
She choked up as she spoke, "I know you can let it go. Even Deng Ying himself has let it go after it has come to this point, but I can't let it go."
Zhang Luo said coldly: "Because you like him."
"That's all."
Yang Wan pursed her lips and shook her head, "Because you know, no one will vindicate him afterwards. His soul will have to wait for a hundred years in the midst of verbal criticism and accusations."
Zhang Luo looked at Yang Wan in silence for a long while, then turned his head to look aside, "You have already saved him. He is guilty of a hundred crimes and will surely die. His Majesty wanted to protect you, so you should not let him down."
He stood up and said, "I can close Qingbo Library, but all the books and plates in your library will be burned today. I also have to take away all the ink and paper you bought. You must not resist, otherwise I will lock you up."
"good."
Yang Wan raised her head. "If you don't resist, I'll let you take me away."
"Yang Wan!"
Zhang Luo called her name and said, "If you continue to fight against the imperial court, you will win."
Yang Wan hugged her knees and sat up straight. "Remember what I told you? If one day I become a prisoner, please treat me like you treated Deng Ying."
"What do you mean..."
"Zhang Luo."
She called his name back, raised her head and said earnestly: "Xiao Yang Wan is also a scholar."
Zhang Luo lowered his head and said, "Is it really necessary? Is there anything else you can do?"
Yang Wan slowly raised her hands towards him.
His arms are half-hidden in his sleeves, and the exposed part is pale and thin. Looking closely at the sides of his fingers, one can vaguely see calluses left by long-term pen holding.
"The engraving plate is gone, but I still have my hands. Unless you cut off my hands, I will not be able to hold a pen."