I have a role in the heavens

Dongguan was the place where archives and classics were stored in the palace of the Eastern Han Dynasty, and where collation and writing were conducted. Located in Nangong, Luoyang, the year of its construction is unknown. The building is tall and gorgeous, with twelve high pavilions on the top floor. The surrounding palaces and pavilions face each other, with green trees and an elegant environment. After Emperor Zhang and Emperor He, it became an important place for the palace to collect books and archives and compile history books. Dongguan houses the Five Classics, the Masters, biographies, and the art of hundreds of schools of thought. It was later developed as a place for ministers to study scriptures and biographies. It has a rich collection of the Five Classics, the Masters, biographies, and the art of the hundreds of schools of thought.

Cai Yong is now the chief official of Dongguan. When he led Wei Zhongdao into it, no one said anything. In addition, Wei Zhongdao himself was a child of a noble family, and the Wei family in Hedong was also a first-class Han Dynasty family with a famous family, but there were no What kind of turmoil caused allowed Wei Zhongdao to start his studying career in Dongguan, Luoyang very smoothly.

In the blink of an eye, Wei Zhongdao has been studying in Dongguan for several months. He is naturally intelligent, has a photographic memory, and is gifted. Although he has not yet finished reading all the books in Dongguan, he has read three or four out of ten. , his wisdom has increased, and his spiritual power has reached an extremely terrifying state, but Wei Zhongdao still suppresses his own state.

"Huh? Where is that copy of "Spring and Autumn Dew" written by Dong Zhongshu?"

An official in his forties or fifties who compiled the "Historical Records of Dongguan" was running around in a hurry, scratching his head, unable to find the book he was looking for, and was sweating profusely.

"That's the seventh book on the fifth row of the second bookshelf!"

A clear young man's voice came from behind a bookshelf, making the middle-aged official stunned. Looking back, he saw a young man in white robe sitting cross-legged behind the bookshelf, looking down at a book. He was handsome and handsome, with beautiful features. His face is slightly pale and a little sickly, but he has a more refined air. He doesn't look like a young man, but more like a well-educated Confucian, whose literary aura is heart-warming.

The official's eyes lit up and he became more energetic. He looked at Wei Zhongdao for a while. He heard that there was something urgent. He didn't wait any longer. He bowed his hands and bowed. After thanking him, he trotted towards the second bookshelf, angrily. Panting, he looked at the seventh book in the fifth row, and it turned out to be the original "Spring and Autumn Dew". He couldn't help but be overjoyed, took it out, hugged it and ran out of the hall.

"Zhongdao, where is the "Book of Rites of Da Dai" placed?"

"Fifth bookshelf, seventh row, second book!"

"Zhongdao, where is the book "The Theory of White Tiger's Tongde" written by Ban Gu?"

"The seventh row, the second row, the fifth book!"

"Where is Yang Xiong's "Yangtze Dharma"?"

In the days that followed, all the Dongguan editors and editors they met knew that Wei Zhongdao had a photographic memory. If there were any books that he could not find, he would directly ask Wei Zhongdao. For a while, Wei Zhongdao became a librarian, searching the catalog in human form. In addition to helping them find some books, he also made a catalog of Dongguan's collection by category so that others could search for it when he was away. This was how he became clean and won unanimous praise.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is already the cold winter, and there is a heavy snowfall. When he gets up early in the morning, Wei Zhongdao looks at the white snow covering the ground, bored. His body is too weak and cannot withstand the cold, so he can only stay in bed. Cai Mansion, enjoying the snow and drinking tea, it's quite comfortable.

"Who are you?"

A hearty voice sounded in Wei Zhongdao's ears. He had already noticed the visitor, but as an outsider living in Cai Mansion, he didn't dare to ask more questions, but he didn't expect that this person would actually strike up a conversation with him.

Wei Zhongdao looked back, and a strong man came into view. He was about twenty-four or five years old, short in stature, wearing a black robe, with a fair face, straight facial features, a black beard, eyes full of luster, and waist. He was carrying a sword, and he seemed to have a bit of a chivalrous and heroic spirit. If that were the case, this person would already be a hero among men. However, this person wore a scarf on his head and tied his head with a whole piece of silk scarf. He began to wrap his hair on his forehead and tied it in a knot at the back of his head, so that the remaining hair would naturally hang down. A bit of elegance, both civil and military skills, and heroic spirit are quite impressive.

Wei Zhongdao did not stand up. He was now weak due to the cold weather. He was also enjoying the snow and drinking tea. He was lazy and did not want to be polite. He simply saluted with his hands and replied casually.

"Hedong Weining, I have met this gentleman. What should I call him?"

This man had a good impression of Wei Zhongdao, who was graceful, elegant and handsome. He didn't care about Wei Zhongdao's impoliteness, but returned the greeting.

"Cao Cao, I have met Mr. Wei!"

There was a flash of light in Wei Zhongdao's eyes, and he carefully looked at the future overlord in front of him. He was slightly lost in thought, which made Cao Cao a little confused. He lowered his head and took a look at his own dress. There was nothing unusual, so he couldn't help but ask.

"I wonder what's wrong with Mr. Cao and why Mr. Wei reacted so strangely."

When Wei Zhongdao heard Cao Cao's doubts, he leaned back slightly, leaned on the back of the seat he had specially ordered, tightened the fur on his body, and smiled indifferently.

"It turns out he is the Northern Lieutenant. His name has been admired for a long time, and the power of the five-color stick is admirable!"

Wei Zhongdao casually covered up his gaffe and told what Cao Cao had done back then. This was Cao Cao's proud move, but because of this he was transferred to Dunqiu Ling, promoted openly and secretly. This was someone in Cao Cao's court, otherwise There are no bones left long ago.

Cao Cao looked sighing, remembering that when he was young and vigorous, when he first served as a captain in the north of Luoyang, he set up a five-color stick and beat Jian Tu, the uncle of the forbidden eunuch Jian Shuo, to death on the spot with a five-color stick.

"It's all a thing of the past!"

"Cao has been recruited by the imperial court and is now Yilang."

Wei Zhongdao nodded and did not talk about these things anymore. He pointed to the Grand Master's chair next to him and invited.

"Master Cao, if you have free time, please sit down and have a cup of tea together!"

Cao Cao glanced at the calm and elegant Wei Zhongdao, thought for a moment, then shook his head and said with some regret.

"Young Master Wei kindly accepts it. I have something to do with Master Cai. I will chat with Mr. Wei later when I have time!"

Wei Zhongdao did not force it, his expression was indifferent, he nodded and said softly.

"Master Cao, do whatever you want!"

Wei Zhongdao sat on the Taishi chair, holding a cup of steaming tea. He lowered his head and took two sips. There was a flash of contemplation in his eyes, and he did not look up for a long time.

Finally, he drank all the tea in the cup, put it on the long table, stood up and walked towards his courtyard, a clear sigh dissipated like the falling snow on the ground.

"It's snowing tonight, can you have a drink?"

"I still admire my snow, drink my tea, and read my books. What does Cao Mengde have to do with me?"

In the living room, Cai Yong was dressed in Confucian clothes, sitting upright, looking at Cao Cao with admiration in his eyes. The two talked happily. After a long time, Cai Yong asked again.

"Mengde, you just met Zhongdao, what do you think?"