Chapter 2933 Self-cultivation
Fang Jun was stunned: "There is no sign of Changsun Jun in the twelfth lunar month?"
Wei Ying replied: "That's true. The person who said this is a big steward of the Changsun family and is trusted by Changsun Wuji. Since he doesn't know Changsun Jun's whereabouts, it can be seen that he must have done it under the arrangement of Changsun Wuji." What a shameful thing.”
Fang Jun was silent.
Although the eldest son's family is not as majestic as it used to be, a lean camel is bigger than a horse. The status of "Guanlong leader" alone is enough to crush most of the aristocratic families. Moreover, although Changsun Wuji is sinister and ruthless, he is definitely not stupid. The power in his hands alone is enough to obtain huge benefits for the family, so why do he need to do those shameful things?
Even if there were, Changsun Jun would not be asked to do it himself.
Since Changsun Chong went into exile and Changsun Huan committed suicide, the only one among Changsun Wuji's remaining sons who could stand on the stage was Changsun Jun.
For such a son who is very likely to become the future head of the Changsun family, how could Changsun Wuji let him get involved in dirty practices and ruin his reputation?
It has been nearly four months since the twelfth lunar month. How far has it been to travel to do something important that takes so long?
It was impossible to guess, so Fang Jun warned: "Send people to keep an eye on various city gates and the inns around Chang'an. Once traces of Changsun Jun are found, immediately trace where he has been, who he has met, and what he did." Don’t slack off when it comes to things.”
"Here!"
Wei Ying hurriedly accepted the order.
In this era, whenever you go to a distant place, you need a document to clear the customs. Especially when entering and exiting Guanzhong, you have to report at the four passes. As long as you find traces of Changsun Jun, you can immediately go to the fourth pass guard office to transfer the information. By looking at the files, you can see where he has been and when he returned.
Even if the Changsun family can eliminate the document records of the Four Passes Guard Office, they can find out the merchants and travelers who entered the customs with him based on the time of his return to Beijing, and then visit them one by one to find out where Changsun Jun has been, and then follow the clues. .
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In the study room of Linghu's house.
Ever since Linghu Defen was scratched by Wu Meiniang until his face blossomed, he felt that he had lost his face and was ashamed to see others, so he hid in his house all day long and lived in seclusion without seeing any outsiders. At first I was extremely depressed for a period of time, and then one day I suddenly felt something. I felt that I was busy chasing fame and fortune, but in the end, I was scratched a few times by a woman, and all the fame and fortune seemed to be scratched away easily. For the rest of my life, At the end of the day, what's left?
In the final analysis, fame and fortune are like floating clouds. The earthly world will melt away with the flesh and blood. After a hundred years, only a piece of loess will remain. The life before death will not remain at all.
As a literary man, is there any way to make his name and reputation last forever, so that he will be remembered even after his death, and even leave a lasting impression on future generations?
There is only one answer, and that is to write a book!
People can die, and their flesh and blood can rot, but the written works will not disappear when the person dies, 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 and make him famous for generations?
Although I have participated in various history books compiled by the imperial court, I have never led or signed any of them, so my influence in the future will be somewhat inferior.
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 issued an order to compile the History of the 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 was never completed.
After all, Linghu Defen was a great scholar in the world. His reputation was damaged and his prestige was completely lost after being tickled by Fang Jun's concubine. His Majesty Li Er also felt quite pitiful. Finding something for the old man to do could relieve his depression. Besides, Linghu Defen Fen Wenhua Obviously, the state was involved in all compilations, and the level was first-rate, so they agreed and ordered people to send all the literary and historical books about the Northern Zhou Dynasty preserved in Taiji Palace to Linghu's house for Linghu Defen to read. Learn from.
Linghu Defen then expanded his study room. Thousands of bamboo slips filled the entire study room. He spent the whole day reading the official history written by Liu Qiu, the historian of the Western Wei Dynasty, and the unfinished Zhou History by Niu Hong of the Sui Dynasty. , as well as family records and other documents collected for the purpose of compiling history in the early Tang Dynasty. While writing at the desk, the whole person was immersed in the sense of accomplishment of writing a book.
Linghu Xiuji held a tray with one hand and knocked on the door with the other hand, then pushed it open and walked into the study.
This study has been expanded, and the wooden-framed paper windows have long been replaced by bright and wide glass windows. Therefore, the room is not gloomy, but bright and breathable. The sunlight from outside shines slantly through the window, and you can see in the light and shadow. to floating dust.
The fragrance of books and ink, and the floating smoke and dust, have a sense of isolation from the world and profound tranquility.
After entering the study, Linghu Xiuji closed the door with his backhand to prevent the wind from blowing in and making his father catch a cold. He walked around a large pile of letters and came to the desk.
Linghu Defen is writing at his desk.
His snow-white hair was simply fixed with a hairpin, and he was covered with a Gebu robe. He had a tangled beard and looked haggard and slovenly.
After all, it was the end of February, the temperature was still very low, and no fire was allowed in the study. It was very cold, and the hands holding the brush and writing so fast were so cold that they turned red.
Linghu Xiuji felt very sorry for his old father. He stepped forward gently and whispered: "My child made a pot of hot tea for my father and prepared some snacks. It's not too late for my father to have a cup of tea to warm himself up before writing."< br>
Linghu Defen didn't even raise his head, and just responded casually: "It won't be too late when I finish writing this chapter."
Linghu Xiuji didn't dare to say anything anymore, so he put the tray on the desk, picked up the teapot on the tray, poured a cup of hot tea, and put it next to Linghu Defen's hand. Then he rolled up his sleeves and tried to clear away the mountains of bamboo slips in front of the desk. one time.
"Leave it there and don't move it, otherwise I won't find it later."
……
Linghu Xiuji touched his nose awkwardly and stood up, feeling useless.
Writing a book is regarded as the highest honor by every scholar. As a result, I lacked knowledge. Not only was I unable to help my father, but I seemed a bit redundant...
Then he picked up a book slip, sat on the chair beside the desk, and read it carefully.
After a long time, Linghu Defen put down the brush in his hand, flexed his wrist and stretched. He turned around and saw his son reading beside him, engrossed in reading. He smiled with relief, picked up the tea on the desk and took a sip, only to find that the tea had cooled down. After dropping it, he poured it into the washer beside him. He picked up the teapot and poured another cup. After taking a sip, he found that it was still warm, so he drank it in one sip.
Linghu Xiuji woke up with a start, put down the slip, and said, "Son, go and make another pot of hot tea for your father."
Get up and get the teapot.
Linghu Defen waved his hands and said with a smile: "Drinking tea is just a state of mind. It doesn't matter whether the tea is good or bad or the temperature of the water is high or low. The books here are like a vast sea. I am wandering in it as a father. I feel so happy that I just drink a spoonful of it." Cold water is like drinking sweet rain, why should you care? ”
As he said that, he picked up a piece of pastry and put it in his mouth to chew. He picked up the handkerchief and wiped his hands before asking, "Why didn't you go to the Yamen?"
Linghu Xiuji sat aside and said with a wry smile: "My child has lost all face and prestige in the official department now, and has almost become a joke in the entire yamen. I went to order a meal in the morning and came back when I saw that there was not much business. Nowadays, all the departments in the central government are working hard, but the officials have nothing to do, so they are just lazy. ”
After being humiliated by Fang Jun, now when he was in the official office, he always felt like someone was pointing fingers at him from behind and taunting him at will, making him shameless.
Linghu Defen laughed and said: "You kid cares about face. When my father was scratched by Lady Wu, his face was bloody. He lost all his face for the rest of his life. He almost had his three-foot white silk hanging on the beam. One thing is enough... But then I realized that there are too many important things in this life, but face matters don’t even count.”
Linghu Xiuji smiled bitterly.
Linghu Defen also knew that it was useless to rely on others' persuasion for such matters. He had to figure it out on his own, which took time.
"You came here, shouldn't you be crying to your father about how shameless you are and how shameless you are to see others?"
Linghu Defen asked slowly while drinking tea.
Linghu Xiuji didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and sighed: "Why should father stimulate his son like this? You are just rubbing salt into the wound... But the son may also understand the meaning of what his father just said. After all, the son's seniority is here, and his age is It’s a little lighter, so it’s okay to be slapped in the face. Just earlier, Fang Jun’s servant beat Duke Zhao Guo in His Majesty’s Imperial Study Room..."
"Poof!"
Linghu Defen spurted out a sip of tea and wet the manuscript in front of him. (End of chapter)