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

Cheng Mu met the owner of the annotation in the prison of Dali Temple.

Cheng Mu has a handsome appearance, he does not have the pedanticness of a Confucian scholar, but he has the scholarly air of a Confucian scholar.

Every gesture seems to be born according to the measurement of a gentleman.

Because I am still young and inexperienced in the world, I owe some of the hills and valleys of learning and wealth, and more of the spirit of a young man.

"The lower official is Cheng Mu, the historian editor of the Hanlin Academy. I am looking for you today because I have doubts in my heart."

Zhao Yan is already a prisoner at this time, and Cheng Mu still claims to be a lower official as usual, so that he can get a glimpse of his self-cultivation.

He read Zhao Yan's annotations for seven days and seven nights, and there were still bloodshot eyes in his eyes.

The people in the prison were dressed in prison uniforms, their hair was loose, and their sick faces were cold.

A red candle was indistinct on the simple table. Hearing his voice, he raised his face. Against the backdrop of the dim light, his face was as jade-like, and the gloomy eyes were covered by the flickering candlelight, which made him not look like the rumored bully. She is more like a well-educated and handsome young man with a pair of snow-white wrists hidden under the wide sleeves, which makes people love him.

Cheng Mu was young after all, and was never used to beauties, the tips of his ears trembled slightly, and most of them turned red.

He coughed violently, then moved his eyes away from those snow-white somewhat seductive wrists, and looked elsewhere.

Cheng Mu is proficient in medical skills, so he can see other things at a glance like this. Knowing that the person in front of him is now a sign of a catastrophe, he can't help showing regret.

"Xiu Shi?"

The owner of the book note seemed to be a little puzzled, his brows were slightly raised, the flickering candle dimmed, and the coldness covered in his eyes suddenly appeared.

"The lower official has read all the annotations of your Excellency." Cheng Mu replied.

Seeing that Zhao Yan didn't speak, she said again, "I want to know the reason why I avoided it because of the disaster."

"What does it have to do with you?"

There was a beam in the prison between them, and Cheng Mu moved a few steps closer.

"It doesn't matter if your lord refuses to say it. I read the notes on your lord's book for seven days and seven nights. Although I see you for the first time now, I still feel like an old friend who has reunited after a long time. Your lord's writing style is quite strong, not like those treacherous people. A person's mouth and face can deceive people, but a person's pen can't. An adult has the ambition of Qingyun when he was young, and he has not changed his original intention so far. Why did he go astray?"

Cheng Mu's throat was a little dry, and his eyes were a bit stubborn, "If historians compile history, what's the point of editing history if they can't leave real historical materials for future generations?"

Zhao Yan looked at Cheng Mu and shook her head, "The Imperial Academy is really full of pedantic scholars."

Historians revise history just to endorse the emperor, how many authentic chapters can be handed down?

Cheng Mu retorted, "Your Excellency also stayed in the Imperial Academy."

He seriously presented evidence to refute, using the tone of stating the facts, which was not annoying.

Zhao Yan's eyes were filled with confusion and nostalgia.

How many years ago did he live in the Imperial Academy?

At that time, his teacher Lin Fen was still working in the Imperial Academy. Although his colleagues were pedantic, it was because they were all pedantic Confucian scholars that there were few intrigues.

If he had been in the Imperial Academy, would Zhao Changning have always been this naive?

Cheng Mu in front of him actually made Zhao Yan a little jealous.

The jealousy did not know where it came from, but it made Zhao Yan laugh in her heart, and felt sad in vain. She coughed a few times, and her face turned pale again.

Cheng Mu handed over the manuscript in his hand, "This is the transcript of the Imperial Academy when your lord was imprisoned in Zhao's house two months ago."

"The chief assistant, Zhao Yan, was born in the 28th year of Taiping and was sheltered by his grandfather. He joined the cabinet in the 20th year of Jian'an. Killed the virtuous king, controlled the court, resorted to military force, committed more than a hundred crimes, and was punished by the young emperor in June of the third year of Yongli."

Zhao Yan read his life written by the official historian word by word, with an indifferent expression as if he was reading other people's sorrows and joys. When the words fell, he looked at Cheng Mu calmly, "Which word in this is false?"

Cheng Mu suddenly understood what he meant.

It is meaningless to ask the antecedents after the conclusion has been made.

What Your Majesty wants is fruit, and what the world sees is fruit, so Zhao Changning's cause can only be buried in the ground to throw away the dust and never see the light of day.

"My lord..." Cheng Mu's voice was a little difficult.

"I'm tired."

Zhao Yan closed her eyes, and the slender eyebrows on her forehead slanted into her temples. If it were pasted with crimson flowers, this face would look more like a beautiful woman than a man.

However, even if it is a beautiful woman, how can she have such a good color.

The thin white wrist supported the forehead, the heavy iron chain fell to the elbow, a few strands of white could be faintly seen between the black temples, and a few strands fell on the forehead, and the body exuded the faint medicinal fragrance of taking decoction all year round.

Like the lonely Yunling.

Cheng Mu didn't believe it when he heard about the male and female faces of the chief assistant of the cabinet, but now seeing it, his heart is shaking and his mind is not right.

Cheng Mu took back the manuscript, and his eyes fell on the words "Ning Xing Biography" on the title page of the manuscript, which was a bit eye-catching.

Cheng Mu finally said to Zhao Yan, "If you know the destiny, you can't do everything. It's not what the historian did."

Zhao Yan closed her eyes deeply, not sure if she heard it.

After leaving Dali Temple, Cheng Mu entered the Hanlin Academy.

The Hanlin Academy is the place where the emperor drafted edicts, wrote books and compiled history, collecting many historical materials and royal secret books.Cheng Mu went to a column and wrote four characters in the Jian'an History Book. All civil officials' transcripts and records during the Jian'an period are included here.

He flipped through the volumes one by one, and they were all books of praise.

Until his eyes fell on a separate volume of daily life note, his expression moved slightly, and he reached out to pick up the volume.

The daily life notes are used to record the words and deeds of the emperor during his lifetime.

The daily life notes of the great Chu emperors were all written by the eunuchs, and the person who wrote this daily life note was Chang Ping, the great eunuch of the first emperor.

Chang Ping died in the struggle for monarchy and prime minister.

The notes on daily life are obscure and difficult to read. In the 27 years after the first emperor ascended the throne, more than 9000 days and nights were divided into volumes.

When he turned to the last page, the eyes of the young historian were red.

He stood up straight, rubbed the center of his brows, his eyes darkened, and he almost fell on the messy volumes of books at his feet.

The first emperor's daily life notes are missing for two days.

The third day of the twelfth lunar month in the 16th year of Jian'an.

The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month in the 25th year of Jian'an.

In the 17th year of Jian'an, Zhao Yan entered the cabinet.

In the winter of the 25th year of Jian'an, Zhao Yan served as the chief assistant of the cabinet.

Ragged debris remains between the seams of the binding.

What happened that year?

Where are the torn pages of daily life notes?

Cheng Mu had an intuition that the cause he was looking for was in those few pages of missing daily notes.

Although Chang Ping died, Dai Gao, who is now replacing Chang Ping in front of the imperial court, was once Chang Ping's subordinate.

Maybe he can get the answer from Dai Gao.