Qin Tianjian leads to the roof.
The top floor removes many cumbersome and complicated observation instruments, and is also used as a collection of books and slips. The three walls of books are several feet high, so that there are many ladders specially used to carry books. It is late at night, and there is only one old man and a book boy. Here, the old man lost his eyesight due to reading too much, and with an ancient book under his arm, he staggered out of the inner room and came to the star-seeking road that was cut out of a wall and protruded outward. The attic is six feet long and is inlaid with ninety-nine and eighty-one large pieces of white marble, which is crystal clear. Walking on the road, looking down, the timid must have trembling legs. Standing here, you can enjoy the panoramic view of the palace, which is a violation of regulations. Therefore, there is no record of Tongtiantai in any map and local chronicle documents of this dynasty. The old man walked to the end of the jade road and looked up. The little book boy hurried He ran over to put a coat on Mr. Jianzheng. The book boy with red lips and white teeth was not afraid of heights. He sat down beside him, his feet dangling in the air, and accompanied the old man to look at the vast starry sky, resting his cheeks in a daze Preoccupied.
The little book boy asked softly: "Grandpa Jianzheng, can you really see anything? I heard Master Chihu said that he saw with his own eyes the eight mighty pillars rising to the sky on the map of the Eight Kingdoms, and they gradually collapsed one by one. In a short while, only our Liyang Dynasty will be left to reach the Heavenly Court."
Since he was called the supervisor, it was naturally Nan Huaiyu, the number one person in the Qin Tianjian. The old man gathered his coat and said with a light smile, "I'm old, and my eyes are hard to use. I can't see clearly."
The young book boy said disapprovingly: "Grandpa Jianzheng, you have heavenly eyes, so you can't see clearly?"
The old man smiled helplessly and said, "Sky Eye? Can you believe Huang Sanjia's words? Little bookcase, this is the old villain who wants to use the position under my buttocks to make arrangements for him. Don't take it seriously. If you talk about Sky Eye, he himself is the one. My hopefulness is far behind."
The book boy said with a slap in the face: "No, didn't Grandpa Jianzheng play two games of chess with that Huang Motou, he lost first and then won, how could he be worse than him! If he continues to play, he will definitely be able to call himself Huang Erjia !"
The old supervisor was shaking his head and said: "No win, no win. It's just that Huang Sanjia didn't want to play again in the middle of the game. Although I have an advantage on the chessboard, he will be defeated if he plays ten more moves. Back then, I thought he could Even if I thought about it ten years ago, I felt that I would lose with twenty moves. Now that I think about it, there are only ten moves left. God knows, will I feel that I will lose with five moves? Only then did I realize that Huang Sanjia can turn the world around with just one move. This is the real strength of this person. The imperial court set up a chess game, the southern faction is headed by Wang Jixin, and the northern faction is headed by Song Shutong. Their chess skills are similar to mine. They are far inferior to Huang Sanjia. Wang Jixin said that Huanglongshi's chess is as invincible as Huaiyin's army. This is obviously a foreign language that only reads the chess records and has never played the game in person. It should be that Huaiyin has more soldiers. Huang Sanjia is really powerful. Where is it in the middle of the game, you will see your skills at the end. It's a pity that no one in the world can talk to him until the end. Presumably this is the reason why he provoked the Spring and Autumn War. After all, the three-foot chessboard is for him. ,too small."
Nan Huaiyu, who was treated by His Majesty as a national teacher, clicked his tongue, nicknamed the book boy of the small bookcase: "Then isn't this devil really invincible in the world, is it true that no one can beat him in chess?"
The old man thought for a while and said with a smile: "It seems that there is really no one who beat him, but there is a draw."
The book boy's eyes lit up, he tugged on the old prison's sleeves, and asked impatiently, "Who is it?"
The old man was afraid that the small bookcase next to him would catch cold, so he asked the book boy to sit up first, and then put the books under the boy's buttocks, and then he said in a leisurely manner: "Back then, the late emperor came out to welcome him in person, and hundreds of thousands of people from Tai'an City lined the road to welcome him. Little bookcase, who are you talking about?"
The book boy wowed, "I know, I know, the monk in white, the god who proposed enlightenment in the Liangchan Temple! Grandpa Jianzheng, can you really become a Buddha right away? Does it mean that I become a Buddha while standing? If so Really, then I also want to become a monk."
The old prisoner said in a serious tone: "I don't know whether the epiphany is true or not. After all, I am not a Buddhist monk. Even if I read some Buddhist scriptures, I can't speak falsely. It is true that it is true to practice Taoism, spend money, and participate in Zen. If the monarch of a country is obsessed with Buddhism, he must not Fortunately, it is good to uphold Huang Lao’s purity. It hurts the country’s wealth, and it can be regarded as taking from the people and using it for the people. When Buddhism first entered China, it was greedy and degraded. It may not be just a superficial ambiguity between Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, but actually it is that the two schools of Confucianism and Taoism, which value the most spiritual cultivation, worry that Buddhism will damage the momentum of China."
The little book boy said with a bitter face: "Then I will not be a monk anymore."
The old man smiled and stroked the little bookboy's head.
The book boy raised his head and asked, "Grandpa Jianzheng, when the King of Beiliang comes to our Qintian Prison during the day, why are the others so scared to death? I'm not afraid."
The old prisoner got up and said, "It's good not to be afraid. It's okay, enough of being lazy, we should go back to work, and I should close my eyes when I finish revising this new calendar as soon as possible. If the monk in white robs me First, it was another immeasurable disaster. Fortunately, I, a dying person with dim eyesight, has the help of your little bookcase. Heh, I guess I will be reborn in the next life.
The little book boy looked sad.
Nan Huaiyu squinted his eyes with some difficulty, turned his head to look at Beiliang, pointed his finger, and said softly: "Little bookcase, after I die, I will rely on you to suppress that giant python."
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There are two big clumps in the bonfire. Wei Laodao's followers with unusual identities, together with the "female relatives" such as the young fish Wei Jiangni occupy one clump, and Fengziying surrounds the other clump. To avoid suspicion, Pei Nanwei still tried her best to maintain the dignified posture of Princess Jing'an even though she was only a phoenix in trouble. When she had nothing to do, she kept an eye on the movements of the Fengzi camp, and could see the Qingqi who took turns on duty at night coming and going, It was orderly. After the battle, both generals were seriously injured, but neither the generals nor the soldiers showed any signs of depression on their faces. Judging from their mouth shapes, they seemed to be talking about His Royal Highness, and they were all in high spirits.
The more the Fengziying is so united, the more uncomfortable Princess Pei is. The original thought of escaping from the cage gradually becomes indifferent. How can a prisoner who is so desperate to clean the carriage compare to the unique Princess Jing'an in Qingzhou? Pei Nanwei was disheartened, and stretched his hands closer to the fire, warming up a bit, looking to the left beside him, there was a beautiful woman hugging a white cat, who accompanied him to find a water pool, and he knew how to talk after a few chats on the way Not bad. The eccentric young woman on the right is really handsome. Pei Nanwei, as a peerless beauty in the Rouge Review, still dare not say that she will be able to beat this plainly dressed woman in a few years, saying that she is a maid , not quite like it, how can there be a maid who can confront the prince of Beiliang with glaring eyes? But it would be wrong to say that she is a lady, and those rough hands that are not white jade at all are obviously children from a poor family. This Beiliang is indeed full of strange people, it is hard to guess.
Pei Nanwei couldn't help looking towards the direction where His Royal Highness disappeared. What is this shameless bastard doing
Northern Liang Palace, Tingchao Pavilion.
That night, the white fox, who no longer had a pair of knives around his waist, climbed up to the third floor face-to-face.