Reborn in the Water Margin as emperor, built tanks to level the world

Pushing open the rosewood double doors carved with dragons, a large bright bookcase came into view.

On the left side is a large row of sandalwood bookshelves with hundreds of ancient books on display.

The ones hanging on the right side are almost all calligraphy works made by Zhao Ji before.

The writing style is chic and the painting style is elegant.

It can truly be called a masterpiece of calligraphy and painting.

After bypassing the bright book desk, a rather grand golden dragon chair stood firmly there.

And the handrails are all paved with beautiful jade.

Make it more luxurious and noble.

After Zhao Ji sat down, he took a few books from the upper right corner of the desk with a nonchalant expression.

But after opening it, there are countless traditional Chinese characters on it, as well as various patterns of Zhi, Hu, Zhe, Ye.

Just reading the pages of the book gave Zhao Ji a splitting headache.

This, this thing, how do you want me to read it?

Even with the knowledge from my previous life, and with some effort and thought, I was able to read the entire book.

But to me, this process is tantamount to the birthday man hanging himself, and death is not far away.

If in the next few years, ten years, or even decades, I have to read these obscure things every day.

I guess I'm just a stone's throw away from complete madness.

What to do?

The more troubled Zhao Ji felt, the faster he turned the pages of the book.

By the end, the pages were turning so hard that the paper was almost broken.

Eunuch Sheng, who was standing in the distance, always ready to serve Zhao Ji, couldn't help but gasped several times after seeing such a scene.

What is this situation?

I vaguely remember the official family in the past, but I really enjoyed reading those books.

I once told my old slave that I had read it several times.

Why do officials seem so irritable when they read this book today?

Could it be that there is something on your mind?

Thinking of this, Eunuch Sheng did not dare to delay any more.

He quickly took a few steps forward and came to the desk:

"Guan family, Guan family, what's going on with Guan family?"

With Eunuch Sheng's frequent calls, Zhao Ji finally came back to his senses from the depression:

"Oh?"

"Oh, nothing."

"That's right, I just read these books, and I'm really tired of them."

Sheng Gonggong nodded frequently:

"If that's the case, then why don't the officials go to the library to find some more books to read?"

"Anyway, the officials have studied these books here several times."

"If we find some new ones, the official family may not be like this."

Zhao Ji smiled and nodded:

"Too."

"How about this, Xiao Shengzi, you can take me to the library to look for books now."

The Cangshu Pavilion is located in the north corner of Shangshu's landlord.

The distance between the two places is not very far.

It only took less than a quarter of an hour for the two of them to walk over.

It occupies a large area and has a large collection of books.

Not only do they include all kinds of thread-bound paper books, but there are also many original bamboo slips handed down from a hundred years ago.

There are so many bookshelves that you can’t even see the edges at a glance.

And each bookshelf is as tall as one person.

There are dozens of precious books in the library.

According to Zhao Ji's estimation, if all the ancient books in the library are added together...

I'm afraid even tens of thousands of copies can't stop it.

Just as Zhao Ji stood in front of a bookshelf, thinking to himself.

Eunuch Sheng had already walked to a nearby bookshelf.

And from above, he took out four or five thread-bound classics:

"Guan Jia, these books have been sorted out by Guan Jia before this."

"If the official is too lazy to look for it, then it is okay to read these directly."

Zhao Ji glanced at Eunuch Sheng half-confidently and half-suspiciously.

Immediately, he took the book from his hand.

But when you open the book, you can see that the content written on it is almost the same as the ones in the minister's study room.

Zhao Ji originally wanted to throw the books in his hands on the bookshelf, but he felt that this was not appropriate.

So, he could only sigh with indifference:

"Although this book is good, I have read too many similar ones in recent days."

"When I read it again at this time, I couldn't help but feel like chewing wax, it was uninteresting."

The smile on Eunuch Sheng's face gradually faded, and between his slight frowns, there were many more doubts in his heart.

But just as he was thinking about what kind of books he should find to satisfy his master's reading needs.

In his ears, this sentence suddenly came:

"Xiao Shengzi, how about this? You go out first and wait outside the door."

"I can look for books here alone."

"When I find the book I like, I will go out."

"You staying here will not help me find books."

Although Eunuch Sheng still wanted to stay and continue to serve, it can be seen that Zhao Ji no longer persisted after the look on his face was quite determined.

Zhao Ji couldn't help but feel a lot more relaxed when he saw Eunuch Sheng turn around and leave.

When I looked at the books on the bookshelf again, I couldn't help but feel a headache again.

I don’t know if there are such picture books as little people’s books in this era.

If there is no such thing, it would be nice to have some erotic pictures!

It is better than reading those traditional Chinese articles about Zhi, Hu, Zhe, Ye every day, which is more relaxing and comfortable.

By the way, you can also learn some extremely useful moves and postures, which can also be used when getting together with the concubines in the harem.

No matter how bad it is, I can find one or two classical novels from these books.

In this way, I won't be too bored during my daily reading time.

If none of the above mentioned literary forms can be found on these bookshelves...

Then, my future life will be very sad.

Zhao Ji was thinking silently in his heart, shaking his head and sighing bitterly.

And as Zhao Ji searched here for longer, his eyebrows wrinkled deeper and deeper.

By the end, they were almost together.

Why are they books like the Book of Songs, Spring and Autumn Annals, and Historical Records?

Although these ancient books are all classics, at this time, I couldn't read any of them!

Could it be that among so many books, isn’t there one that is a bit different and unique?

Zhao Ji sighed every time he passed through a bookshelf.

Because not even one of the books he was thinking about appeared.

After struggling here for a long time, Zhao Ji couldn't help but feel exhausted mentally and physically.

When my heart was upset, I suddenly felt anxious.

never mind!

Since these are all the books in the collection here, why not not choose!

It's better to go back to Shangshu's room and continue reading those few books.

It's all the same anyway, it doesn't make any difference which one you read.

Just as Zhao Ji was about to go straight to the door, a pile of old ancient books placed in the corner suddenly came into view.

The dozens of ancient books were arranged in a rather personalized manner. They were neither displayed on bookshelves nor placed in wooden boxes.

And it was just like that, piled up in a corner.

When Zhao Ji got closer, not only the spider webs on the dozens of books were clearly visible, but also the dust around them.