Tiantang Splendid

Chapter 2936 Self-cultivation

Fang Jun was taken aback for a moment: "The twelfth lunar month has not seen Changsun Jun?"

Wei Ying replied: "That's true. The person who said this is a chief steward of Changsun's family, and he has won the trust of Changsun Wuji. Since he doesn't know where Changsun Jun is, it can be seen that he must be doing it under Changsun Wuji's arrangement." Something unspeakable."

Fang Jun was silent.

Although the eldest grandson's family is not as prestigious as it used to be, the lean camel is bigger than a horse. The status of "Guanlong leader" alone is enough to crush most of the aristocratic families.Besides, although Changsun Wuji is sinister and ruthless, he is definitely not stupid. The power in his hands alone is enough to seek huge benefits for the family, so why bother to do those shady things?
Even if there was, it would not be possible for Changsun Jun to do it himself.

Ever since Changsun Chong went into exile and Changsun Huan committed suicide, among the remaining sons of Changsun Wuji, only Changsun Jun was the only one who could stand on the stage.

Such a son who is very likely to become the head of the Changsun family in the future, how could Changsun Wuji let him be contaminated with those dirty practices and ruin his reputation?

It has been nearly four months since the twelfth lunar month. How far does it take to do something important? It takes such a long time?
It is impossible to guess, Fang Jun urged: "Send people to watch the city gates and post stations around Chang'an. Once you find Changsun Jun's traces, immediately trace where he has been, who he has met, and why. matter, do not slack off."

"Here!"

Wei Ying hurriedly took orders.

In this day and age, anyone who travels far away needs to be cleared by a document guide, especially when entering and exiting the customs, they must report to the four gates. By viewing the files, we can know where he has been and when he has returned.

Even if Changsun's family can eliminate the records of the four-pass garrison, they can also find out the merchants and passengers who entered the customs with him according to the time when he returned to Beijing, and then check them one by one to find out where Changsun Jun has been, and then follow the vines to find out. .

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In Linghu's study.

Ever since Linghu Defen was scratched by Wu Meiniang until his face was full of peach blossoms, he felt shameless and ashamed to see others, so he hid in the mansion all day long and lived in seclusion without seeing outsiders.At first I was extremely depressed for a while, and then one day I suddenly felt that I was busy chasing fame and wealth, but in the end I was scratched a few times by a woman, and it seemed that all the fame and fortune were scratched easily, and I lived my whole life. At the end of the day, what's left?
In the final analysis, fame and fortune are like floating clouds, which melt away with the flesh and blood in the world of mortals, and after a hundred years there is only a piece of loess left, and the life before his death is prominent, and there is nothing left.

As a literati, is there any way to make his name last forever, to be remembered even after death, and to be able to linger for future generations?

There is only one answer, and that is to write a book and make a statement!
People can die, and flesh and blood can rot, but the written works will not disappear with death, but will become more and more precious.

Look at Fang Xuanling, who has been famous all his life. When he was old and returned home, didn't he also compile a "Dictionary" and pass it on to future generations?
Although I have participated in all kinds of history books compiled by the imperial court, I have never led and signed one by myself, and my influence in the future will inevitably be worse.

Therefore, he begged His Majesty Li Er to compile the "Book of Zhou" by himself.

In the third year of Zhenguan, His Majesty Li Er ordered to compile the history of Liang, Chen, Qi, Zhou, and Sui Dynasties. Linghu Defen, Cen Wenwen, and Cui Renshi were responsible for writing the history of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, but due to various reasons, it has not been completed.

After all, Linghu Defen is a great Confucian in the world. His reputation was damaged and his prestige was completely lost after being scratched by Fang Jun's concubine. His Majesty Li Er also felt very pitiful. Fen Wenhua is outstanding, and the country participates in all compilations, and the level is high, so he agrees, and orders people to send all the literary and historical classics about the Northern Zhou Dynasty kept by Taiji Palace to Linghu's house, so that Linghu Defen read for reference.

Linghu Defen expanded his study room and filled the study room with thousands of bamboo slips. He spent the whole day reading the official history written by Liu Qiu, the official historian of the Western Wei Dynasty, and the unfinished Zhou History by Niu Hong of the Sui Dynasty. , as well as documents such as family documents and archives collected for the purpose of compiling history in the early Tang Dynasty.

Holding a tray with one hand, Linghu Xiuji knocked on the door with the other hand, then pushed it open and walked into the study.

This study room has been expanded, and the wooden-edge paper windows have been replaced with bright and large glass windows, so the room is not gloomy, but bright and airy. to floating dust.

The fragrance of books and ink, and the floating smoke and dust, have a sense of isolation from the world, tranquility and profoundness.

After entering the study room, Linghu Xiuji closed the door with his backhand, so as not to let the wind blow in and make his father catch cold, he stepped forward and bypassed a large pile of letters, and came to the desk.

Linghu Defen is writing a book at his desk.

The snow-white hair was simply fixed with a hairpin, and he was wearing a Gebu gown, with a knotted beard, and he looked haggard and slovenly.

After all, it was the end of February, the temperature was still very low, and there was no fire in the study, it was very cold, and the hands that were holding the brush and writing vigorously were red with cold.

Linghu Xiuji felt sorry for his father, stepped forward lightly, and said in a low voice: "My son made father a pot of hot tea and prepared some snacks. Father can drink a cup of tea to warm himself up before writing."

Linghu Defen didn't raise his head, but just responded casually: "It won't be too late after I finish writing this chapter."

Linghu Xiuji didn't dare to say any more, put the tray on the desk, picked up the teapot on the tray, poured a cup of hot tea and put it in Linghu Defen's hand, then rolled up his sleeves, and wanted to clean up the mountain of bamboo slips in front of the desk a bit.

"Put it there and don't move it, or I won't be able to find it later."

……

Linghu Xiuji touched his nose in embarrassment, stood up, feeling that he was useless.

Writing a book and talking about this kind of thing is regarded as the highest honor by every scholar. As a result, I am not knowledgeable enough. Not only can I not help my father, but it seems a bit redundant...

Then he picked up a booklet, sat on the chair beside the desk, and carefully read it.

After a long time, Linghu Defen put down the brush in his hand, moved his wrist, stretched his waist, turned his head and saw his son was reading engrossed in reading, he smiled with relief, took a sip of the tea on the desk, and found that the tea was already cold Dropped it, poured it into the brush washer on the side, picked up the teapot and poured another cup, took a sip and found that it was still warm, so he drank it in one gulp.

Linghu Xiuji woke up with a start, put down the letter, and said: "Son, go and make a pot of hot tea for father again."

Get up and get the teapot.

Linghu Defen waved his hand and said with a smile: "Drinking tea is just a state of mind. It doesn't really matter whether the tea is good or bad, or the water temperature is high or low. The books here are like a vast sea, and it is very enjoyable to wander in it for my father. Just drink a ladle Cold water is like drinking rain, why should you care?"

As he spoke, he picked up a piece of pastry and put it in his mouth to chew, then picked up the handkerchief to wipe his hands, and then asked, "Why didn't you go to the Yamen?"

Linghu Xiuji sat at the side, and said with a wry smile: "The boy has lost all face and prestige in the official department, and has almost become a joke of the entire yamen. I went to order a dick in the morning, and came back when I saw that there was not much business. Now all the ministries of the central government are in full swing, but the officials have nothing to do, so they simply sneak around."

Being humiliated by Fang Jun like that, now when he is in the official office, he always feels that someone is pointing at him behind his back and ridiculing him wantonly, making him ashamed.

Linghu Defen laughed, and said: "You kid really cares about face. When you were your father, you got blood all over your face when you were scratched by Mrs. Wu, and you lost all face for the rest of your life. You were almost three feet of white silk hanging on the beam. Let's do it one by one... However, it was only later that I realized that there are too many important things in this life, only face matters, which don't even count as farts."

Linghu Xiuji smiled wryly.

Linghu Defen also knew that it was useless to rely on other people's persuasion alone for this kind of thing. After all, he had to figure it out by himself, which took time.

"Come here, shouldn't you cry to your father about how you have no face and face to see others?"

Linghu Defen asked slowly while drinking tea.

Linghu Xiuji didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and sighed, "Father, why bother to irritate the son like this? You're just adding salt to the wound... But the son may understand what the father just said, after all, the son's generation is here, the age It's also lighter, and it's reasonable to be beaten in the face. Just earlier, Fang Jun beat Zhao Guogong in His Majesty's imperial study..."

"puff!"

Linghu Defen took a sip of tea and wet the manuscript in front of him.

(End of this chapter)