Although he had been led by the emperor to wander around the Ancient and Modern Collection Library for more than half an hour last night, and had read many of Emperor Taizu's letters, when he asked himself, the Third Prince found that he could only remember three places clearly. When he got up early to confirm with the Fourth Prince, the Fourth Prince swore that he remembered five places.
However, when he revisited this place, he had only walked a few steps when he felt someone pulling his sleeve. He turned his head and saw the Fourth Prince looking at him with frustration. The man muttered in a very low voice: "Third brother, all the bookshelves in this ancient and modern collection library look the same. I thought I remembered the location and the serial number of the bookshelf, but now I guess I can't find it anymore."
"I'm sorry, now I probably don't remember a single thing."
The third prince was at a loss for words. He glanced at Liang Jiucheng, who was walking forward with Zhang Shou as if he hadn't noticed anything, and then he lowered his voice and said to his fourth brother, "Actually, I just realized after I came here that I was wandering around in the dark with my father last night. In fact, I didn't understand many directions, so I probably didn't remember them." It's okay to say you didn't remember them!
The fourth prince was originally filled with guilt, but when the third prince confessed this, he was immediately overjoyed—of course, not because the third prince had forgotten, but because his third brother had not concealed anything from him. He immediately followed the third prince with his head held high, and vowed in his heart that he must remember a few places today, but then he thought of a big problem.
My father didn’t come with me today, so how can I find those letters from Emperor Taizu that are hidden so deeply
But just when the Fourth Prince was struggling, he saw Liang Jiucheng reaching out to the bookshelf and taking down a book that looked exactly like any other book. He then placed it on the desk with ease, "Master Zhang, this is the handwritten letter of Emperor Taizu. Don't be fooled by the thick stack. Some pages only have one or two lines of words."
"But these papers are quite old, and you have to wear silk gloves to read them. Although predecessors have copied them in the past, and I have done the same, these originals that have been treasured for many years should be able to show the essence better."
Chinese English mixed with pinyin, and the essence... The real essence is the drawings of artillery and muskets left to you by Emperor Taizu, not this diary that is most likely a private complaint of a time traveler.
Zhang Shou thought so in his heart, but of course he would not turn a deaf ear to Liang Jiucheng's advice. He immediately put on his gloves and opened the exquisitely bound letter of Taizu with a solemn pilgrimage expression.
This notebook is truly handwritten, and you can tell it is authentic, because people who can write English letters so badly are quite common in later generations. These notebooks look really old, and probably to avoid damage from flipping, they are pasted one by one on special hard paper, so although it looks thick and bulky, there are actually not many pages.
After Zhang Shou glanced over the content on the first page, he cursed in his heart - how bored!
Because it was different from the time traveler's diary in the Taizu's handwritten notes that described his origins and his pursuits in his later years, this thing was completely a travelogue. Calling it a travelogue was really giving Taizu face, because it said that today Cao Guogong invited me, the emperor, to dinner, and after dinner, everyone went to drink wine together, and then made a scene in a certain building, causing a huge riot.