The Wencui Building was no longer crowded with people. The hall downstairs was surrounded by three or two groups of scribes, who seemed to be writing poems and showing off each other. On the second floor, only Guan Suyi and Qin Lingyun were left.
In her previous life, Guan Suyi was not an orthodox Confucian scholar. More precisely, she liked to extract the essentials from the hundreds of schools of thought, and to remove the dross that did not conform to her own ideals or even the world. But because of her filial piety, she never revealed her true thoughts in her heart. Once she lived again, she had to hold back for two lifetimes.
She has accumulated two lifetimes of words that she can't tell, and it feels really uncomfortable, especially since she is also carrying a huge secret that needs to be guarded day and night. Therefore, when she suddenly encounters someone who is estranged but can talk to, she will be more reticent and less talkative. The words suddenly turned into chatter, pulling the two of them to talk endlessly.
At first, she just said to Qin Lingyun, and realized that his personal bodyguard was more interested in her topic, and he knew only a little about the history of the Central Plains.
After revealing the truth of the cessation system, she drank the hot tea handed by the tall man and continued, "Actually, there is no need to research elsewhere, just based on the records in the "Shangshu", you can get a glimpse of many contradictory details, so as to deduce The local style at that time. Before he ascended the throne, Shun was persecuted in every way by his father Gusou, his stepmother, and his stepmother's son Xiang. Since he didn't like Shun, it was just a matter of splitting up the family, why did those three have to put him to death? Can you guess the inside story?"
The tall man didn't know much about the history of the Central Plains. After thinking for a while, he said, "Is it for the sake of competing for family property?" Most people would think this way.
"You're half right." Guan Suyi chuckled, "It's not only for the family property, but also for status and power. To be precise, Yao at that time was not a god emperor, but a leader elected by many small tribes. He is the chief of one of the small tribes. At that time, there was already a hereditary system, and it stands to reason that the position of the chief must be passed on to the eldest son. Shun is the eldest son, and he is deeply popular and has high prestige. It is impossible to pass on the position to an elephant without talent and virtue, unless Shun dies unexpectedly. So you see, even the position of a small tribe chieftain is obtained by killing people, and it is still the father who kills the father and son. Then how could Yao be willing to implement the system of cessation? He had already established the crown prince Danzhu at that time, and he was also his only son-in-law."
"That's the reason!" The tall man agreed.
Guan Suyi pushed the teacup in front of him, tapped his very delicately trimmed nails, and he immediately served tea with an attentive attitude.
Guan Suyi was not in a hurry to sip it, and turned it around a little in the palm of his hand, saying, "It is recorded in "Shangshu Shun Dian" that after Shun ascended the throne, he chose virtuous people and appointed them as 'Bakai' and 'Eight Yuan'. Governing civil society, banishing the 'four evils', appointing Yu to control the waters, completing the unfinished business of Yao, and supporting Emperor Yao until the end of his life. Just reverse the order of these words, and the truth of history will be revealed. According to my old age According to the textual research of Xuanwai Taizu, Shunju used 'Bakai' and 'Bayuan' before he succeeded to the throne, and exiled the 'Four Vicious' before he succeeded to the throne, and only appointed Yu Zhishui after he succeeded. What mystery is hidden in it?"
The tall man scratched his head and smiled, "What's the seniority of Lao Xuanwai Taizu?"
Qin Lingyun was choked by his unexpected answer and coughed. Guan Suyi couldn't help but chuckle. While laughing, he tapped the belly of the teapot with his fingertips, making a crisp sound.
The tall man stretched out his hand and kneaded his earlobe, smiling even more foolishly.
"The great grandfather of Lao Xuan is the great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather." Guan Suyi stretched out a slap, and curled a finger every time he said the word "Zeng", his beautiful voice like Yingti was full of joy and lightness. This Jiuli man is not only studious, but also honest, which is really interesting.
"So it is!" The man suddenly realized and asked, "What is the mystery?"
This topic is too jumpy. One moment turned to the horizon, and the next moment turned back instantly. If Guan Suyi wasn't quick-witted, I'm afraid he would have been confused by him. She pointed at the man and shook her head and laughed, "Xuanji is to suppress, or more precisely, to kill Shun, who has a high degree of merit, and Emperor Yao ordered him to get rid of the 'four evils', hoping that both will perish. Unscathed and not disgraceful to his mission, he became wary of Yao after his safe return, so he began to cultivate cronies, intending to usurp the throne. 'Bakai' and 'Bayuan' have noble blood, but no real power, and have been neglected by Yao for a long time. He became the first target he wanted to win over. After taking the throne under the recommendation of many cronies, he first imprisoned Yao, then exiled and forced the prince Danzhu to death. So he followed Yao's example and sent Yu to control the floods, trying to kill people with a knife. So you see, the same things, when combined in a different order, can draw completely opposite conclusions."
This is the first time the tall man has heard of such an ingenious remark, and he is a little crazy when he thinks about it repeatedly.
Guan Suyi chuckled and sighed, "History is written by people, so it is inevitable to bring the will of the writer. As the so-called 'successor loses', the winner will live on forever, and the loser will be smeared for thousands of years, but the real history Who can say exactly what it looks like? Maybe the 'truths' I have explained to you are just malicious speculations of future generations. But the charm of history lies in this, the diligent pursuit of the truth, I have no doubts about it, and can only get a little satisfaction in the midnight dream."
The tall man pondered her words carefully, and he found it interesting, and he couldn't help agreeing. "But I think your statement is more credible and more in line with common sense. It is worthy of being Zuo Boxiong's descendant, and he is indeed very knowledgeable."
Guan Suyi smiled without saying a word, lifted the slightly cold tea to her lips and drank it, got up to say goodbye, "It's getting late, Guan is saying goodbye."
"This is about Yao, Shun, Yu, and Xia Qi, and Shang and Zhou." The tall man immediately held back, his eyes full of unfulfilled meaning.
"If you want to know what will happen next, please listen to the breakdown next time." Guan Suyi picked up the small tea lid and patted it lightly on the table.
The tall man was stunned at first, then laughed loudly, but when he saw her take a few steps and turned around, he raised an index finger at Qin Lingyun, and hissed, "I hope Lord Zhenxihou will keep my words secret for me. ."
Qin Lingyun nodded slightly, and saw that she flung her wide wide sleeves and walked along the winding stairs, and the cold wind outside the window lifted a corner of the black gauze, making her a slender, snow-white neck and half a small face. With a delicate chin, a strand of jet-black hair was swept into the crimson lips by the wind, holding it gently, and a little lilac was exposed on the tip of the pink tongue, as if to push it out, but also to sink it deeper. At a glance, the ordinary details are already touching and soul-grabbing.
The tall man's simple and honest expression stiffened for a moment, and when he returned to his senses, Yiren had already left. Several guards hurriedly waved their hands to ask the second shop assistant to erect the removed screen again, isolating the world.
"Guan Suyi, it turns out that this is the real Guan Suyi!" At this time, the man still had a half-part Jiuli accent, and Yayan spoke more fluently than the native Yanjing people. He sat down with a golden knife, raised his teacup and drank lightly, showing domineering in his slightly narrowed phoenix eyes.
If Guan Suyi is still here, I am afraid that he will be shocked by his sudden change.
"Didn't you say before that Mr. Guan's granddaughter is just like him. He is also a mouthful, benevolent, righteous, moral, and sour? Why isn't that the case with real people?" Qin Lingyun took out a Buddha bead and threw it into the teacup, and smiled schadenfreudely. . Even if he already has a place in his heart, he has to admit that Guan Suyi is a wonderful person who is well-informed, well-informed, and witty. He is very happy and relaxed with her. The person in front of him likes Sinology the most, and he loves to discuss Sinology with others, but he doesn't know what happened, and he actually gave up the Jie Yuhua that suits him the most. Should he regret it now
The tall man, the Emperor Sheng Yuan in the white dragon fish suit, was indeed a little bit delicate. But he was so used to it that he didn't know what "regret" was.
"Because of her filial piety, she didn't dare to speak her mind directly. Listening to what she said, she seemed to disapprove of Confucianism. Guan Qiguang's granddaughter didn't like Confucianism. It's funny, really funny!" Emperor Shengyuan wanted to laugh again and again, In a good mood, he ordered the guards to bring two jars of spirits and slapped Kaifeng Ni to drink.
Qin Lingyun also smiled, and asked the shop assistant for a big bowl, which he filled slowly.
The two sat for a while, when they suddenly saw Emperor Sheng Yuan patted the table and sighed, "No, I just forgot to invite her to come back tomorrow. If she doesn't come, when will I be able to listen to the next breakdown. You can use it when you go back later. If you send her a message in the name of Marquis Zhenxi, you must invite her out."
Qin Lingyun endured and endured, but finally he couldn't hold back, and he pointed out, "Your Majesty, who are you going to visit in a micro-coat, shouldn't you have forgotten it by now?" Get a bead.
"I didn't forget, I'll watch it again after nine days." Emperor Shengyuan remembered Guan Suyi's evaluation of Xu Guangzhi, and his enthusiasm for solicitation had faded by eight or nine points. Since the Guan family has been promoted, there is no need to set another benchmark.
After the two were full, they quietly turned around and parted ways in front of the palace gate. Emperor Shengyuan walked into the Weiyang Palace, ripped off his beard, revealing a resolute and stern face, Bai Fu and others hurriedly went up to undress him and wiped the dust.
He quickly changed into his regular clothes, ordered someone to bring the box where the history books were stored, and planned to read it at night, but after reading only two pages, he felt uninterested, and it was not as exciting as Guan Suyi's dictation. In a daze, the scenes of chatting with that person began to emerge in my mind, and many neglected details became extraordinarily clear and touching.
Although she couldn't see her appearance due to Mi Li, how did she smile softly; how did she hold the teacup in her palm slowly; how did she stretch out her jade-white index finger against her lips through the black gauze , pressed it into a soft little dent; and the half-faced face when she left facing the cold wind was magnified over and over again by the focused memories, and tasted over and over again.
Emperor Sheng Yuan was fascinated unknowingly, but at this moment he heard a shrill voice from outside the hall, "Your Majesty, Ye Jieyu is outside asking to see you."
All the pictures that were both secret and full of brilliant colors were shattered into pieces in an instant. Emperor Shengyuan's empty eyes quickly focused, and he said solemnly, "Let her come in." Then, he put aside the strangeness, which was also a momentary throbbing, as if the previous indulgence and loss had never happened.