The Dragon's Families of Mountains and Rivers

In addition to the old books that were opened, there were still pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the desk. Yun Ghou turned to the top of the desk, took a closer look, and found that it was actually a manuscript for sorting out the 24 articles on the Art of War.

The book was very yellowed and old, most of the pages were damaged at the corners, and some of the undamaged characters were blurred. He flipped through it lightly, and there seemed to be missing pages in the book, which had been lost for hundreds of years and have been handed down to this day. It is clear, but it is really rare.

Looking at the manuscript that had been sorted out for half a page, Yun Gyo pursed the corners of his pale lips. Apart from the emperor who was the Ninth Five-Year King, he really didn't know who else could lay down a pen, ink, paper and inkstone here to sort out the manuscript.

The man had to discuss the affairs of the court early every day, review the memorials, and summon the courtiers. He still remembered the first time he entered the palace when he returned to Beijing. Quan An said that he spent every day on court affairs. The hours of the Privy Council in the Imperial Study were getting longer and longer, and he still had to accompany him for meals and naps in the afternoon. He really didn't know how he still had time to sort out the remnants of the military book...

Why did that man spend his energy in sorting out the remnants of military books in his busy schedule? He had some vague guesses in his heart.

In the Yushu Pavilion, the only thing that person read less was books on the Art of War...

Knowing his resistance to this unspeakable relationship between them, knowing that there will be no happy ending between them, knowing that he will not and cannot accept this immoral feeling, but he has not the slightest bit from the beginning to the end. I was so discouraged, and still put everything about him in my heart, doting on him, loving him...

The hard-to-neglect softness in the bottom of his heart made Yun Hui's eyes soften a little bit. He knew that this softness should not be derived, but he couldn't remain indifferent in the end.

in case……

If...he is not a boy...

Shaking his head, Yun Wai took a deep breath, there has never been a so-called "if" in this world, so why bother with feelings?

Fuquan waited in the hall but did not see the little master coming back, the guards at the palace gate did not send anyone to report that the little master had stepped out of the palace gate of the Taiji Palace, knowing that the precious little master was in the Taiji Palace, but one He just couldn't let it go, and couldn't let go of his anxiety, so he simply went to the front hall to look for someone, at worst, he just hid and waited to find the little master.

When he was looking for someone, he had to hide himself. Fuquan simply didn't take anyone with him, and went to Yushu Pavilion to look for someone without taking anyone with him.

As soon as he walked to the gate of Yushu Pavilion, the sharp-eyed eunuch on duty saw him and hurriedly greeted him.

"The little one has seen Mr. Fu."

The person who can catch Quan An's eyes is naturally not stupid. The little master was inside, and he deliberately lowered his voice when he greeted Fu Quan. Sure enough, as soon as he made a sound, Fu Quan hurriedly motioned him to lower his voice. Don't disturb the little master in the pavilion.

"No need." Fuquan greeted him with a smile, "Your Highness has always been in the pavilion?"

"Back to Eunuch, Master Yun has been reading in the pavilion." The eunuch on duty straightened up, took a step back, and replied with a slight nod.

The door of Yushu Pavilion was not closed, Fu Quan quietly poked his head inside and saw the little master sitting behind the desk, writing something intently, he was a little surprised, turned around and asked the eunuch on duty behind him, " What is His Highness writing?"

The little master has been in the palace for so many days, he has only seen the little master read a book, and has never seen him touch a pen and ink, what's going on today?Can write?

"Ah? I don't know, I'm so small!" The guard on duty heard him asking this question, and she was also very surprised.

"Did you prepare the pen and ink for His Highness?"

The eunuch on duty quickly shook his head, "Master Yun didn't tell me to prepare pen and ink."

The chief manager greeted him, saying that this little master is cold-tempered, and told him not to have extra thoughts and just do what he is supposed to do.It's not that he doesn't know what's good and what's wrong. He's already thankful for allowing him to be the eunuch on duty in the Yushu Pavilion, so how dare he have any other thoughts.

It is rare for the little master to come to this Yushu Pavilion, even if he comes, he is so quietly, let alone give him any orders, every time he is so quietly waiting, today the little master comes alone, tea He was not even asked to prepare, so how dare he go beyond the rules to prepare pen and ink?

Thinking of the pen and ink on the desk in the pavilion, the eunuch on duty paused, and whispered to Fuquan, "Your Majesty stayed in the pavilion for half an hour late last night. When I led Xiao Dezi and the others into cleaning, I saw the paper, pen and books on the desk spread out, and I didn't dare to let them move rashly and kept it as it was."

"Ah? His Majesty left it?" Fu Quan blinked, a little surprised.

The little master will never touch His Majesty's things, even the daily items in the sleeping hall, let alone the things in the front hall!Since entering the palace, the young master seems to have deliberately avoided him, kept a secret about the affairs of the government, never asked or participated in the discussion, not even a single word, but now he will take the initiative to move His Majesty to stay in the palace. The things in the Yushu Pavilion, how can this not be surprising?

"That's right, His Majesty came to the bookstore and sat for a while after approving the papers yesterday. He didn't drive back to the palace until it was time to light the lamps." The scriptures were not approved yet, and he also ordered the chief steward to take the scriptures back to the palace. Unless it was an urgent matter, His Majesty would never delay returning to the palace until the time when the lanterns were held. Only yesterday was an exception. Returning to the palace was a little late, he thought it was because of the delay in court affairs, but he didn't expect it was because of the delay in the book pavilion.

Stretching out his head to take a peek in the bookstore, looking at the little master who was still concentrating on the bookcase, Fuquan laughed under his breath, this should be considered a good thing, right?

"Eunuch Fu?" Seeing him laughing like this, the eunuch on duty was a little dumbfounded, what's wrong?

Fuquan made a movement to silence him, so as not to disturb the little master inside, and pulled him away a little, "Good thing, good thing, don't disturb Your Highness, let's just wait here." As he spoke, he raised his head and looked ahead, and muttered in a low voice, "The morning should be almost here..."

The eunuch on duty turned his mind slightly, and he understood the so-called good thing Fuquan said, and he was also very happy.This is indeed a good thing. If the master is happy, their life as slaves will be easier, right?

Although it is a fragment, it is still well preserved. The damaged corners need to be guessed and guessed from front to back. Except for some places that are really damaged, most of the text is still clearly visible. , Xuan Zhan had already sorted out most of the first page that was missing half a page, made many annotations, and arranged the headers. Yun Wei continued to transcribe and sort out the fragments of the first page. The sentences are very strange and difficult to understand. He read it once, but he couldn't understand the meaning in many places, and in addition to the damage and gaps, many of them made him, the leader of the war, unable to understand.

Unable to understand its meaning for a moment, he had no choice but to continue to organize the following pages.

Fuquan waited outside the hall for more than an hour without hearing any sound from the pavilion. He checked again and again worriedly, and saw that the little master who had been sitting in front of the desk for a long time didn't even move his body, scratching his head. What are you writing?This has been written for over an hour!

"What time is it?"

"Go back to Eunuch, it's time."

Looking at the sky, Fuquan hurriedly called Xiao Yuanbao who was following him to the Hall of Supreme Harmony, "It's almost time, you should hurry up and call His Majesty."

This is a daily routine, and Xiao Yuanbao has long been familiar with it, knowing where to look for His Majesty the Emperor at this moment, he responded, turned around and ran away.

No matter how busy His Majesty the Emperor is, every day before he leaves the palace, he will give instructions to the little master about everything in daily life, from clothes, shoes and socks, to grooming and meals, to asking his pulse and saying hello, everything will be done until the time comes. After the morning court, Fuquan should send someone to answer the questions. This so-called answer is not a routine matter. No matter how busy the court affairs are, His Majesty the Emperor will ask them carefully one by one. , he would even put aside his busy court affairs and come back to the palace in person.

His majesty is so caring about things, Fuquan, the personal servant, naturally dare not neglect in the slightest. Every morning, when the young master gets up to wash and change clothes, have a meal, have morning classes and morning exercises, everything is carefully and meticulously, without the slightest change. He memorized everything carefully, and then sent someone to relay it to His Majesty the Emperor.

In today's situation, he naturally did not dare to take it lightly. The little master was already feeling a little uncomfortable when he got up in the morning, but now he has been writing in this Yushu Pavilion for more than an hour, how can he be relieved?

The little master is the eyeball of His Majesty's heart, and the empress whom His Majesty misses so much. He is a little servant, but if he loses his head, he will be gone. For this head, he dare not do anything about the little master. There is not the slightest flaw.

The politics of audio-visual is to see the microscopic form and listen to the soft voice.The form is subtle but not seen, the sound is subtle but not heard, so Mingjun sees the small and listens to the big, inside and outside, outside and inside.Therefore, listening to and adopting the words of the people, and seeking to reach the common people, then... the voices of the people will assist their ears.Therefore, the scriptures say: "The sage has no permanent heart, and the people are the heart." The eyes are for the heart to see, the mouth is for the heart to speak, the ears are for the heart to hear, and the body is for peace of mind.Therefore, having a heart in the body is like having a king in a country, everything inside and outside is clear.Seeing the shape of the sun and the moon is not enough for clarity, and hearing the sound of thunder is not enough for hearing. Therefore, you think that seeing more is wisdom, and hearing more is god.If you don't hear the five sounds, you can't tell the palace merchants; if you don't see the five colors, you can't tell the yellow and the yellow.Gai Wen Mingjun is always like day and night. During the day, public affairs are carried out, and at night, private affairs are flourishing.There may be anger and groaning but cannot be heard, or there may be loyalty to goodness but cannot be believed.If resentment is not heard, those who are in vain will not be able to appeal; if goodness is not accepted, then those who are loyal...

In the last paragraph of silence, there was a missing corner again, the nib of the pen had already landed on the paper, but it broke. In the end, Yun Wei frowned, and hung the wrist holding the small Langhao pen on it, writing without continuing.

The transcription of silent script also pays attention to the coherence. It is already known that there is a break in the middle, but it is a pity that the final touch is broken.

Shaking his head, he helplessly raised his hand to put the small pen in his hand on the jade pen rest on the desk. When he stretched his hand halfway, a big warm palm suddenly hit him, wrapping his hand and the pen together in it and holding it back. It fell where he had just written, and the pen went like a snake, falling down again and again, and it was done in one go.

Yun Wei was stunned, subconsciously looked up, the mottled and sporadic light shone through the door of the carved hall, smudged the corners of the eyes and brows of the man who was full of heroism, making him stunned for a moment.

The song that was sung in the depths of the desert suddenly appeared in his mind.

Your peace of mind is my hometown...

□Author’s gossip: Ah, about this art of war, I found this one after searching and searching. Don’t kick me indiscriminately. Su Shi’s, anyway, I’m a half-assed person who wants to write wherever I want. It’s been 5000 years, and everything has been stewed everywhere.