Who Cares

The Wencui Building was no longer overcrowded. The hall downstairs was surrounded by three or two scribes who seemed to be composing poems and praising each other. On the second floor, only Guan Suyi and Qin Lingyun were left.

In her previous life, Guan Suyi was not an orthodox Confucian scholar. To be more precise, she liked to extract the essentials from hundreds of scholars, and to remove the dross that did not conform to her own ideas or even contradicted the world's conditions. However, due to filial piety, she never revealed her true inner thoughts, and she was forced to hold back for two lifetimes.

It feels really uncomfortable to accumulate the words that have been accumulated for two lifetimes, and she is also burdened with a huge secret that needs to be guarded day and night. Therefore, when she suddenly encounters someone who is alienated but can talk to, she never talks about it. The words became chattering, and the two of them started to talk endlessly.

At first, she just said to Qin Lingyun that she noticed that his personal guards were more interested in her topic and had a little knowledge of the history of the Central Plains, so the addiction of being a teacher naturally appeared, and the talk became more and more ups and downs.

Revealing the truth about the zenith system, she drank the hot tea handed over by the tall man, and continued, “In fact, there is no need to verify from elsewhere. You can glimpse many contradictory details based on the records in Shangshu alone, and thus deduced the performance. The local scene at that time. Before he took the throne, Shun had been persecuted by his father, stepmother, and the son of the stepmother. Since he didn’t like Shun, he separated his family and lived alone. Why did the three of them put him to death? Can you guess the inside story?"

The tall man didn't know much about the history of the Central Plains. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Is it to fight for family property?" Most people think so.

"It's half right." Guan Suyi smiled lightly, "both for family property, but also for status and rights. To be precise, Yao at the time was not the emperor of God, but the leader elected by many small tribes. It was the chieftain of one of the small tribes. At that time, there was a hereditary system. It stands to reason that the position of the chief must be passed to the eldest son. Shun is the eldest son, and he is highly prestigious. If he wants to pass him, he will be the chief. It’s impossible to pass to an unworthy elephant, unless Shun died accidentally. So you see, even the position of a small tribal chief was obtained by killing, and the biological father killed his parents and children. So how could Yao be willing to practice the renunciation system? He had long established the prince Danzhu, who was also his only son."

"That's the reason!" The tall man agreed.

Guan Suyi pushed the tea cup in front of him, tapped his very delicately manicured nails, and he immediately served tea with a courteous attitude.

Guan Suyi was not in a hurry to sip, she held it in her palm and turned it around twice, saying, "Shang Shu Shun Dian records: After Shun ascended the throne, he chose sages and talents, using'Eight Kai' and'Eight Yuan'. Wait for the civil affairs, exile the'four evils', appoint Yu to govern the waters, complete Yao's unfinished business, and support Emperor Yao to the end of his life. As long as this sentence is reversed, the truth of history will be revealed. According to my old man Xuanwai Taizu’s textual research shows that Shunju’s use of "Eight Kai" and "Eight Yuan" was before his succession, and the exile of the "Four Evils" was also before his succession. Only Yu Zhishui was appointed after his succession. Think about it, think about it. What mystery is hidden inside?"

The tall man scratched his head and smiled, "What is the seniority of the grandfather of Lao Xuan?"

Qin Lingyun coughed due to his unexpected answer. Guan Suyi couldn't help but chuckled. While smiling, he tapped the belly of the teapot with his fingertips, making a choppy sound.

The tall man stretched out his hands and kneaded his earlobes, smiling even more silly.

"The grandfather of Lao Xuan is Zeng Zeng Zeng Zeng Great Grandfather." Guan Suyi stretched out a slap, bending a finger every time he said the word "Zeng", as if Ying Ciao's beautiful voice was full of joy and lightness. This man of the Jiuli ethnic group is both studious and honest, and really interesting.

"So that's it!" The man suddenly realized, and asked, "What is the mystery?"

This topic is too jumpy, turning to the horizon in the last moment, turning back in the next moment, if it weren't for Guan Suyi's quick thinking, I'm afraid he would really be confused. She pointed at the man and shook her head and laughed. "The mystery is to suppress, more precisely, to kill Shun, the master of high power. Emperor Yao ordered him to remove the "four evils" in the hope that both would lose. Unscathed, and still fulfilling his mission, after his peaceful return, he became wary of Yao, so he began to cultivate cronies with the intention of usurping the throne.'Eight Kai' and'Eight Yuan' have noble blood but no real power, and they have been ignored by Yao for a long time. , Became his first target to win. After being recommended by many cronies, he first imprisoned Yao, then exiled and forced his prince Danzhu to death. When he was old, he saw the prestigious Yu, and he naturally thought of the past. So he also imitated Yao and sent Yu to fight the waters, trying to kill people with the sword. So you see, the same things, combined in a different order, can come to the completely opposite conclusion."

The tall man was still a little silly when he heard of such unusual words.

Guan Suyi chuckled and sighed, "History is written by humans, so it is inevitable to bring the will of the writer. As the so-called "winners and losers", the winners will live forever, the losers will be stinking for thousands of years, but the real history Who can tell exactly what it looks like? Maybe the'truths' I explained with you are nothing more than malicious speculations of posterity. But the fascinating part of history lies in this, the diligent pursuit of the truth, I can't explain it again, and I can only get a little satisfaction in the midnight dream."

The tall man carefully figured out her words, and found that he became more interesting, and he couldn't help but agree. "But I think your statement is more credible and more in line with common sense. It is worthy of being Zuo Boxiong's grandson, and he is really knowledgeable."

Guan Suyi smiled without saying a word, lifted the slightly cool tea to her lips and drank it, got up and said goodbye, "It's not early, and Guan has left."

"That's about Yao, Shunyu, and Xia Qi, and Shang and Zhou." The tall man immediately kept him, his eyes full of meaning.

"If you want to know what is going on, please listen to the decomposition next time." Guan Suyi picked up the small tea lid and patted the table lightly.

The tall man was startled at first, and then laughed loudly, but he saw her walking a few steps and then turned around, raised an index finger at Qin Lingyun, and hissed, "Today, I hope Master Zhenxihou will keep it secret for me. ."

Qin Lingyun nodded slightly, and saw her shaking her wide sleeves and walking away along the winding stairs. The cold wind outside the window lifted a corner of the black gauze, making her faintly reveal a slender white neck and half a small size. The delicate chin, a strand of dark black hair was pulled into the blush lips by the wind, gently holding it, the tip of the pink tongue showed a little lilac, as if to push it out, and as if to hold it deeper, only this shocking At a glance, the ordinary details are already touching and inspiring.

The tall man's simple and honest expression stiffened for a moment, and when he returned to his senses, Yi Ren had already left. Several guards hurriedly waved to Xiao Er to erect the removed screen again, isolating the world.

"Guan Suyi, it turns out that this is the real Guan Suyi!" At this time, the man still has a Jiuli accent, and Yayan speaks more fluently than the native Yanjing. He sat down with a golden sword, raised his teacup and drank, his domineering phoenix eyes slightly squinted.

If Guan Suyi is still here, I am afraid he will be shocked by his sudden change.

"Didn't you say that Mr. Guan's granddaughter is like him, she is also full of mouths, benevolence, morality, and sour? Why is it not like that at all for real people?" Qin Lingyun took out a Buddhist bead and threw it into the teacup, smiling gleefully . Even though he already has a part in his heart, he has to admit that Guan Suyi is a wonderful person with knowledge, interest, knowledge, and witty speech. It is very enjoyable and easy to get along with her. And this person in front of him is most fond of Sinology, and also loves to discuss Sinology with others, but he doesn't know what happened, and he has given up the Jieyuhua that suits his best to others. Should he regret it now?

The tall man, the Emperor Sheng Yuan in the white dragon fish suit, was indeed in a subtle mood. But he got used to it and didn't know what "regret" was. He just got stuck in his heart for a while and returned to normal.

"I want to come, because of filial piety, she didn't dare to tell her heart. Listening to what she meant, she seemed to disagree with Confucianism. Guan Qiguang's granddaughter didn't like Confucianism, so funny, really funny!" Emperor Sheng Yuan wanted to laugh again. When he was in a good mood, he ordered the guards to bring two jars of spirits and slapped Kaifeng mud to drink.

Qin Lingyun laughed too, and asked the shop Xiaoer for a big bowl, slowly filling it up.

The two of them sat for a while, and suddenly saw Emperor Sheng Yuan patted the table and sighed, "No, I just forgot to invite her to come again tomorrow. If she doesn't come, when will I listen to the next decomposition. You will use it when you go back later. Send her a post in the name of Zhenxihou, she must be invited out."

Qin Lingyun endured and endured, but finally did not hold back, and said, "Your Majesty, who is your microservice visit for? Couldn't you have forgotten it at this moment?" The words Luoxin reluctantly drew it out. Out of a prayer bead.

"I haven't forgotten, wait until nine days later." Shengyuan Emperor remembered Guan Suyi's evaluation of Xu Guangzhi, he was not very eager to solicit, at this time it has faded away. Since the Guan family has been praised, there is no need to set another benchmark.

The two quietly turned back after being satiated and satiated, and parted ways in front of the palace gate. Shengyuan Emperor Long Xinghu stepped into Weiyang Palace, tearing off his beard, revealing a resolute and stern face, Bai Fu and others hurriedly went up to undress him and wipe the dust off.

He quickly changed into his normal clothes and ordered someone to bring the box with the history books over. He planned to use the lamp to read at night, but only read two pages and found it uninteresting. In the end, it was not as exciting as Guan Suyi's dictation. In a daze, scenes of chatting with that person began to emerge in my mind, and many of the neglected details became extremely clear at this time, and they were also extremely touching.

Although Mili couldn't see her appearance, how did she chuckle gently; how she held the teacup slowly in her palm; how she stretched out her white index finger like a jade, and pressed her lips against her lips with black gauze. , Pressed it into a soft little dent; and half of her face when she left in the cold wind was magnified over and over again by concentrated memories, and tasted over and over again.

The Emperor Shengyuan was fascinated unconsciously, but at this moment heard a sharp general sound from outside the hall, "Your Majesty, Ye Jieyu is asking to see you outside."

All the pictures that are both secretive and full of vivid colors are shattered into pieces in an instant. The empty eyes of Emperor Shengyuan quickly focused, and he said in a deep voice, "Let her come in." Then, he put aside the strangeness and throbbing in an instant, as if the previous addiction and absence had never happened.