To enter the Vientiane Library, people who are not inside must have a library card.
The review of handling the library card is not particularly strict, but it is not slack. In addition to the most basic information, there is also a small image. The mortgage is 10 taels of silver. No more than three books, no more than one month, after the overdue period, the corresponding silver money must be deducted from the mortgage, and this part of the silver money should be replenished when the book is returned, or the ten taels of silver should be deducted in succession, or Overdue three times in a row, all of them will be on the blacklist of the Vientiane Library. Of course, if the book is damaged, it will also require a certain amount of compensation, and it will also be blacklisted many times in a row. For those who have no money, they can go to another place. A set of procedures, that is, to help the library to copy books.
Moreover, the library is also open to women. Of course, the place to enter and exit is definitely not the same as the man, and the person in charge is also a woman. After all, this woman has to keep her boudoir name a secret, and other information naturally cannot be easily known to outsiders. And they also allow one or two "maids" to go in. Whether this maid is a real maid or a friend is their own business.
It must be easy for Jingwan to get a library card, but it is definitely impossible for her to bring two people in now, but this special group of people can be found everywhere.
Entering through the special gate, the "little prince" began to look at the various settings and layouts inside. He has never been a narrow-minded person, and he can naturally see many advantages and some shortcomings in it. Some words are not like a five-year-old child can say, but Jingwan seems to have no doubts, just like a mother who completely spoils her son, her own child, everything is reasonable.
"Little Prince" smiled softly, and on that small face, he looked extraordinarily innocent.
The library is bigger than the "little prince" thought, and the collection of books is also very rich, which shows that a lot of thought must be spent on this.
And Jing Wan naturally looked at the opinion book and checked the borrowing situation of various types of books. The more basic the book, the smaller the amount of borrowing. In fact, Jing Wan also knew that she could enter the library. Yes, that has the basics. For beginners, if you don’t know a few words, what’s the use of borrowing books. Therefore, you must have a teacher to recognize words. It is very necessary to run a wide school. Square characters are the same everywhere, and they need to be learned one by one. You just look at them, you will never know what it reads and what it means.
However, Jingwan felt that there was a must-have tool for recognizing characters, that is, a dictionary.
Of course, this thing is not absent, and there are quite a few books that have been published, but they are not comprehensive, and there is no complete definition. The related books cannot be explained in one word, but are divided into two with their own emphasis. : Those that emphasize the meaning and shape of the characters are generally called "Zishu", and those that emphasize the pronunciation are generally called "Rhyme Books". Therefore, books such as sound-like rhyme sets and interpretation of characters are produced. However, these books have shortcomings, and beginners must also Can't be used.
When Jingwan used to learn calligraphy, she actually considered this issue, and even sorted it out herself. Of course, it was just a small matter, but she knew very well that at that time, this thing would definitely not be taken out. Such a concept could not be mentioned, and even when she went to Beijing, she never mentioned it to her grandfather. The profound meaning brought by a complete dictionary was not something that the Luo family could bear a few years ago. Now it is just right, and this kind of There will be no objection from anyone.
"Mother, what are you thinking?" "Little Prince" gently pulled Jingwan's sleeves.
Jingwan didn't hide anything from her son, and she didn't seem to be afraid that he wouldn't understand, so she told him in detail in an orderly manner.
According to her, the compilation of this dictionary has basically taken shape.
And the "little prince" certainly knows what such a book means when it comes out, and it will definitely be passed down through the ages. "Mother, you are really amazing." The "little prince" really thinks so. He used to think that his father was very powerful, but sometimes he thinks that his father is actually quite lazy. What's more, he can be at most sixty, but that's all, the years when the father was in power also created a prosperous age for Qiyuan. Now that there is such a powerful mother and queen to help, Qiyuan will definitely be stronger.
Jing Wan chuckled, "It's not that Mother is powerful, Mother is just standing on the shoulders of giants. Wisdom belongs to the world. It can be done by someone else."
"But they didn't do it, mother did."
Jing Wan smiled and said noncommittally, "Mother can do it, it is because of your royal father, you know, if it is not for your father's support, or if I change my identity, there are some things that I absolutely cannot do."
"The father is open-minded and has a good vision." The "little prince" never denied his father.
Jingwan rubbed the top of her son's hair, this boy
After coming out of the Vientiane Library, Jingwan brought her son to fight in Zhuangzi. For the "little prince", the things in the city are only novel, and after seeing a little bit, that's all, she won't continue to maintain curiosity and follow Excitement, Zhuangzi, it is really a big game.
The horse farm that was built is still in use, and on the first day of every month, it is still very popular, and the heat will not last.
Although the racecourse is not open today, as the owner of the racecourse, Jingwan wants to open it, naturally, it is a matter of a word.
The huge horse farm naturally raised a lot of good horses. It was not a problem to choose a foal for the "little prince". However, no one was allowed to take him, so he was given a set and let him ride by himself.
The "little prince" looked at his mother who seemed to trust his mother, tilted his head slightly, and then showed a big smile.
The palace also has a special racecourse, but how could it be possible to run smoothly here.
Jingwan didn't stick to him, just let someone keep him safe, "little prince" can't just play hard.
After the horse race, Jingwan brought the "little prince" into the woods to hunt again, but spring is the season for beasts to breed. This hunting must require a certain degree of selectivity. Of course, Jingwan and the others are just having fun, it doesn't matter whether they can reach the prey or not. However, the "little prince" originally thought that his mother should be a model of wisdom, but he didn't want to. The hand crossbow is quite powerful, and his eyes are full of brilliance. However, thinking of the other side that is completely different, the mother has also done a lot of things, even Having been on the battlefield, it doesn't seem strange to think so.
The last prey was not much, enough for all of them to feast.
And that night, Jingwan also brought the "little prince" to barbecue, so don't be too comfortable.
He stayed on Zhuangzi for two more days, climbed trees in the mountains, fished in the water, and ate a lot of fresh seasonal fruits.
From the beginning to the end, Jingwan was reserved and participated in it completely. The "little prince" was so happy that the smile on her face was never cut off.
After coming out of Zhuangzi, the "little prince" proposed to die in Bailong Temple with great interest.
Jingwan's eyes moved slightly. The White Dragon Temple was actually not in her plan, but since her son wanted to go, she just wouldn't object. "it is good."
"Mother, I heard that when 'I' was born, Master Luchen was in the palace. When he was just born, he prayed for 'I', didn't he?"
"Well, that's right. So, your father is actually duplicitous, and he loves you very much." Jingwan smiled.
The "little prince" knew that when Master Luchen was in the palace at that time, it was not for "him", but because he was worried about his mother. However, he wouldn't mind this kind of thing, and he would not break the mother's well-meaning lies. How he was born, his father told him, but he doesn't know the specific circumstances of the birth of this body. He deliberately inquired about it, but he didn't get any useful information. However, he still doubted, afraid it was It's not very smooth, no matter where it is, the date of birth is the same, there will always be some bad associations, from the father's attitude towards the original body, it is remarkable.
"I don't know if Master Chen is here or not. If he is, I just want to thank him." That old monk was very old. When his father passed away, he was still alive. A year later, it has passed away.
Will the "little prince" worry about being seen? Don't be afraid, on the contrary, he actually hopes that the other party can see something, and some things have to be faced.
In fact, luck is relatively good. Master Luchen has not traveled far. In other words, since the young prince was born, he saw Li Hongyuan for the last time, left the palace, and returned to Bailong Temple. He never left Bailong Temple again. When Jingwan asked the "little prince" to meet, he would naturally not refuse, it had nothing to do with identity.
Master Lu Chen still looked the same, very kind. He didn't seem surprised at all to see the queen and the prince.
"Little Prince" sat on the futon next to Jing Wan, quietly, listening to Jing Wan talking to Master Chen, and looking at Master Chen with clear eyes.
Jingwan and Master Liaochen didn't say anything at all, and it sounded just some gossip. They only occasionally turned their heads and glanced at their son with worry in their eyes.
When he was about to leave, Master Lu Chen said to the Buddha, "My lady has the whole world in her heart, all beings are grateful, and the blessings extend, which is very good."
"Thank you, Master." Jing Wan smiled.
Jingwan's current numerology, Master Liaochen sees it clearly, it is a blessing in the world.
"The son of the goddess, to be sheltered by the goddess, also has deep blessings, the goddess can relax."
Jing Wan's heart moved, "Thank you, Master."
And the "little prince" looked at Master Chen with a naive expression, "What does the master mean, do I still have younger brothers and sisters?"
Master Lu Chen stretched out his hand and touched the head of the "little prince", "Children are fate, and this parent is also fate, regrets in the past life make up for it in this life, fate in this life, or it may continue in the next life."
"Little Prince" nodded, "Although I don't quite understand it, what the master said should make sense." However, do you really understand
Jing Wan took the "little prince" to say goodbye, but she stayed at Bailong Temple for one night, and in the courtyard of the former Jin prince, she brought out all the peach blossom wine that had been buried. After getting married, Li Hongyuan didn't come here to pick peach blossoms to make wine. The ones buried in the past few years have hardly been touched.
They ordered people to send these wines back to the capital, but just after Jingwan left the Bailong Temple and just arrived at the foot of the mountain, the bell rang in the Bailong Temple. The bell rang, the "little prince" was shocked, how could the "mother" be, doesn't Master Luchen still have more than ten years of life? "Queen Mother, it's someone else, not Master Chen, right? Queen Mother"
Jingwan lowered her head and gently touched her son's head, "Tianlin, Master himself knows that, he has no regrets."
"Little Prince" opened his mouth and said nothing. After waiting for a while, "Mother, do we need to go back?"
"No, the master may not want us to send him. Don't worry, the matter will be reported back to the capital soon, and your father will send someone here."
"Understood, I listened to my mother." Fang Cai, he was only shocked because Master Chen passed away so many years earlier, but after all, the old monk was over a hundred years old, how much is still unknown, more than ten years old. Years, to him, may not really matter.
"Where else does Tianlin want to go? You know, it can't be too far from the capital."
"The queen mother, let's go to the Xiangshan Palace and have a look, the emperor-grandfather-father-" "Little Prince" seemed to say with a smile, but the last three words seemed to have a different flavor. "The emperor's grandfather was cultivating in the Xiangshan palace because he was unwell. It was not easy to disturb him, but he hasn't seen his son since he was born. Now that he has the opportunity, he should go and see him." Chopped up, what does the person "imprisoned" by this father and emperor look like.
Emperor Taishang Lecheng is still alive, which is indeed somewhat unexpected. But for him, there is no difference between being alive and dead. If nothing else, go to the capital and ask, how many people can remember him? Of course, what should be remembered is that Jingwan has not shortened the expenses of Xiangshan Palace every year, but I don't know how much it can be spent on the emperor.
Jingwan lowered her head and looked at her son's innocent and innocent eyes, as if she really just wanted to meet her grandfather she had never seen before. In some places, her son really resembled his father. "Okay, it's up to you."
The people around them thought they were going back to Beijing, but now they have changed their path.
Although the Xiangshan Palace has not been repaired very much, it is a palace in the end, and it is the palace where the Emperor Taishang lives. It still looks quite magnificent.
I heard that the prince was coming - Jingwan didn't come forward, everyone hurriedly knelt down to greet him.
The "Little Prince" ignored them, led the guards who walked from the dark to the bright, and went straight to the target.
And Jingwan pondered, not knowing what her son would be angry with his grandfather, but it would be better not to die.