[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

After Zhao Yan's death, the historians who compiled the books and history of the Hanlin Academy began to conclude the life of this courtier.

Cheng Mu knew that Zhao Yan's life was not long, but he never expected that the prison in Dali Temple was the first time he saw the owner of the book note, and it would also be the last time.

Now the situation in the court is getting more and more difficult. After the abolition of the cabinet, the power is transferred to the six ministries, and the important officials of the Ministry of Punishment are relegated to Lingnan.

Rong was promoted to his old position, and the Rong family was already another Zhao family.

However, the difference between the Rong family and the Zhao family is that the cabinet has been abolished, and the Rong family is no more than a puppet in the hands of the imperial power.

Jing Zhaoyin was transferred to the sixth department, and Cui Jia took over Jing Zhaoyin's position. He was still young, and he had great fame and fortune waiting for him on the road ahead.

He is also a student in Prince Qin's residence, and no one in his colleagues despises him.

The northwestern army is about to return in half a month, and the king of Qin has inherited two nobles, and it seems that there is no seal.

Your Majesty and the Empress Dowager are not as close as before, but it is a pity that Dai Gao, the person who made the daily note, is dead, and the daily note will only be given to the historian when the emperor is on his way.

The young man in the green robe stared at the surging clouds in the sky for a long time, feeling that the snowstorm was coming.

The people of the world are valued by the king, and the people in the writing are only valued by historians.

The Confucian ideals of his parents were too much on Cheng Mu, and the meaning of his life was writing and compiling history.

A book will last forever, and a piece of paper will pass on forever.

Cheng Mu spread out the silk paper on the desk to hold the pen, his handwriting is handsome, and the style of falling paper is still there.

Wrote "The corpse was exposed in the wilderness, wrapped in the belly of wild dogs, and reviled by all people." When these fourteen characters were written, his hand trembled slightly, and a drop of thick ink fell from the tip of the pen.

Like the thick black blood of a person's heart.

Cheng Mu has practiced Yan Liu's calligraphy for several years since he was a child, and he has never made a mistake, so he spread his brush to one side in frustration.

An unbound biography of Ning Xing in his hand, if the last fourteen characters are the final conclusion, Zhao Yan's name will also be listed alongside it in the future.

The former chief assistant of the cabinet who was highly talented and exhausted his last sliver of life in the tortured prison, and he will still bear his notoriety after his death.

Besides Cheng Mu, who else would have read his notes for seven days and seven nights, and glimpsed between the lines the appearance of Zhao Changning who was as upright as a green bamboo in the past?

Liu Yanqing was relegated, Dai Gao was dead, Cheng Mu seemed to be walking in a forest shrouded in mist, groping forward along the clues, seeing the fog cleared, but there was a strong wind blowing the dead trees again.

Cheng Mu left the bookstore.

The snow outside the corridor covered the grass ash, and the evening wind was strong, and the birds could not fly.See the courier from the post station to the Hanlin Academy.

"Is there a Master Cheng in the Imperial Academy?"

Cheng Mu cupped his hands and said, "The messenger has worked hard, and I am the only person in the Imperial Academy whose surname is Cheng."

The couriers at the post station toiled to and fro between various prefectures by boat and vehicle, without making too many excuses, they saluted respectfully, handed the letter to him and left in a hurry.

Who is writing?

When I returned to Shuge, I saw that the letter was not signed, and the word Cheng Mu was written by Mr. Liu at the first sight.

Six pages of yellowed notes on daily life, the reason why he couldn't get what he asked for was laid out in front of the case.

Cheng Mu read it word by word.

As dusk sets in the mountains, the long night is still unclear, and the rustling snowflakes come one after another.

The light shone into the historian's distressed eyes.

Cheng Mu only felt that his cheeks were slightly wet, and when he touched his face, he was startled to find that tears were streaming down his face.

The historian put the letter before the case into his arms and left the Imperial Academy.

Without a crown on her hair and no fur on her clothes, she went straight to the imperial city.

The Wangjing River was frozen by heavy snow.

The Wangjing River is the only way from the capital to the south of the Lingnan. After passing through Tongzhou and going south, Yangzhou can be reached by water in another [-] days.

A carriage was parked by the Wangjing River.

The windows were closed tightly, a charcoal fire was burning under the car, and sparks flickered in the wind and snow.

Not far away, two people stood with umbrellas in the snow.

Crushed snow fluttered, and the top of the umbrella was covered with a layer of white.

Monk Bianmu is wearing a monk's robe, and in his hand is a string of old Buddhist beads.

The treasure is as solemn as the Buddha in the temple, with a jade face lined with red sand between the eyebrows, and the Buddha fell from the temple to the world.

"My lord's confession to the poor monk is over. Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."

"Thank you." Liu Yanqing is usually defiant, and there are only a handful of people who can thank him.

Monk Bian Mu sighed with a smile, "The people in the carriage, can Monk meet by fate?"

Liu Yanqing Danfeng narrowed her eyes, "You monstrous monk is destined to have no fate with him."

Monk Bian Mu didn't care.

"Most of the medicinal materials for the cinnabar solution have disappeared. My lord has worked hard for several years to collect these more than 20 medicinal materials. What is the picture?"

Liu Yanqing glanced at Monk Bian Mu and said casually, "Saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda."

Monk Bian Mu said, "I, a monk, don't believe this, but you will?"

Liu Yanqing then said, "Monk, please understand that people with too many problems tend to die early."

Monk Bian Mu said, "Everyone has calamities, but not everyone can meet noble people. The people in the carriage met noble people, which is the good virtue accumulated in the previous life. Fortune and misfortune depend on each other, which is not liberating."

Liu Yanqing said, "Your Majesty has arrested you, can you deal with it?"

Monk Bianmu said, "The monks are not among the five elements. I originally wanted to go to the Dongying Islands to explain scriptures and preach, but now I can say goodbye."

After the treasure-faced and majestic demon monk left, no one in the Central Plains saw him again.

Until a few years later, a scripture handed down from generation to generation came out in Dongying, and the name of this demon monk would shine with the scripture for thousands of years.

The demon monk is going to Dongying, and the mountains and rivers will be gone again, and we will see each other indefinitely.

"Fubao, let's go."

Liu Yanqing bent down and got into the carriage.

"Okay!" Fu Bao raised his whip, the horse neighed and stamped all four hooves.

The ice of the Wangjing River is covered with crushed snow, and under the sinking ice there is an undercurrent.

Inside the carriage was burning incense for calming the nerves.

The sick-looking man in Liu Yanqing's arms was snow-white, and fell into a drowsy sleep, with a few mottled white streaks in the loose hair.

Perhaps he had never slept so well in his life.

In the dream, Zhao Changning practiced martial arts with a sword, stepped on a silver saddle, rode a horse across the long street, and a brave girl was full of apricot blossoms.

Later, when he became an official, he climbed the 99 stairs with all the scholars, and met a benevolent king, who gave him the title of Tanhualang, and carried him all the way to the high position in the temple, planning the world, and benevolent to the people. A good story about the emperor and his ministers through the ages.

Liu Yanqing smiled and picked up a strand of loose hair from the person who was wrapped in a thick quilt in her arms, and the scent of medicine escaped to the tip of her nose with the soothing incense.

"Zhao Changning, look at this prosperous world, it is about to be overthrown."