Chapter 1 Bai Yujing in Heaven

"The book has its own Yan Ruyu, the book has its own thousand millet, the book has its own three thousand realms, the book has its own..."

Zhao Xingde leaned against the table full of books, stretched out, rubbed his temples, and stretched out his stiff fingers. He felt that his energy had returned a little, and then he picked up the Langhao pen and inscribed "

Volume 23 of "Records of the Immortal Traces Hidden in the Snow". He frowned and looked left and right, always feeling that the calligraphy copied from Liu Gongquan was specious and missing an artistic conception, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Taking a breath into the palm of his hand, Zhao Xingde pushed open the carved pear wood window, and a biting cold wind rushed in, which made people feel refreshed. Unknowingly, there was a heavy spring snow last night.

At this moment, the east is getting whiter. Looking up, I can see a row of crystal clear ice hanging under the eaves. The yard is full of jade trees and qionghua, the pavilions and pavilions of Taixue, the study room of the academy, flowers, trees, pools and rockeries, all evenly distributed.

It was covered with a thin layer of snow. The morning bell came slowly not far away, and the Song Palace adjacent to Taixue was shrouded in fragrant mist and light smoke, making it look more like a vague fairyland.

Looking at this extremely pure and beautiful scenery, Zhao Xingde couldn't help but be fascinated for a moment, and took a deep breath of pure air. "It is the third year of Xuanhe of the Song Dynasty." He murmured thoughtfully. In this year, the Song Dynasty

Emperor Zhao You'en allowed the descendants of the imprisoned Yuanyou party to study in Taixue. The emperor's favor was too great to refuse. Zhao Xingde, who had obtained the imperial examination status, had to give up his plan to take the imperial examination and become an official. He bid farewell to his distant relatives in his hometown and went to Bianliang Taixue. This year

, it is also the twentieth year that modern man Zhao Xingde was reincarnated into this different time and space.

Wearing a white cotton robe issued by the imperial court to imperial students and a scholar's scarf on his head, he has an upright face and a solemn expression. There are thick calluses on his wrists and index finger knuckles from years of writing. At this time, Zhao Xingde looks different from other

The Tai student is no different. Sometimes he is even confused as to which of his latent memories and the current real world is a dream.

Suddenly, there was a sound of pushing the door behind him. Zhao Xingde turned around and saw that it was Chen Dong, a student from the same Taixue Hua Zhangze. Chen Dong glanced at the table from the corner of his eye, "This is the latest volume of Xueyinxianzong.

Has the manuscript been completed? He is really a great talent." He stepped forward and said with a smile, "Master, I am looking forward to the continuation of this story every day."

Zhao Xingde hurriedly put the manuscript into his pocket with one hand, smiled bitterly and said to Chen Dong, "This manuscript has been delayed for half a month. If it is not delivered to Fuhai Bookstore today, I'm afraid Shopkeeper Hua will come to Taixue."

Now." Zhao Xingde patted the manuscript in his pocket, sighed, and handed over to Chen Donggong. The two of them were classmates and friends in the Imperial Academy of the Song Dynasty, and Chen Dong had a confidant in a brothel.

But he is a virtuous book lover.

Chen Dong saw that he was determined not to take out the manuscript, but he did not dare to lose face. He could only bow and said: "Good brother, Fuhai Bookstore cut your book into small pieces and published it in the daily tabloid. It's like a sheep shitting."

It's the same, every time you stop talking at the critical moment, not to mention your sister-in-law, even I am anxious to scratch my head and heart."

Zhao Xingde laughed and said: "I take people's money and do things for them. My brother, I am not as wealthy as Shaoyang brother, but I still rely on this to make a living to supplement my food and drink." As he said this, he picked up a Qingyun brocade robe and put it on his head.

He tied up his chin strap and was about to go out. If he didn't leave, I'm afraid Chen Dong would keep pestering him.

"Yuan Zhixiu, let's go, I have something to say, I have something to say!" Chen Dong hurriedly stopped at the door, and Zhao Xingde pushed him aside unceremoniously, "If you can't wait for the serialization, there are storytellers in Fuhai Tower who will tell this section, just take out the

It's okay to pay a few tea money for free." Chen Dong cursed in his heart: "Miss Shishi is the number one in Gonglou after all, how can I have the nerve to go to Fuhailou to listen to books?" Chen Dong had no choice but to follow him out and kept begging.

Zhao Xingde just shook his head and ignored it, and the two of them kept chattering away from Huazhangzhai, the residence of Taixue.

The Imperial College of the Imperial Academy of the Song Dynasty was originally located in the South Outer City where merchants gathered. In order to enable the Imperial College students to concentrate more on their studies, Emperor Yizong specifically moved the Imperial College to the inner city, close to the palace city and Yanfu Palace. The Imperial College occupies a large area.

, since Prime Minister Wang Anshi’s political reform, Taixue is no longer just a place for teaching and educating talents, but an important channel for the court to select officials. Prime Minister Wang expanded Taixue, increasing the number of Taixue students to 3,600, and setting up 120

If Zhai, Taisheng, etc. were candidate officials of the Song Dynasty, these young students would not only regard themselves as pillars of the world, criticize current affairs, and discuss important officials of the court, but also run around among the officials of the court, try to make ends meet, and even hang out in chambers.

Wase, elegant and suave.

Just as there must be many merchants gathered near universities in later generations, there were many inns and inns near Taixue in the Song Dynasty, including many prostitutes and tiled houses. There were also many merchants, traders, and footmen mingling among them. It was just dark at this time.

Turn on the light, and the place is already bustling. There are vendors doing business everywhere, and there are restaurants on both sides of the road visited by ordinary people. Braised pig and sheep heads and roasted chicken and duck are hung on the counter, and a large iron pot is propped at the door.

Simmering the sticky wax used to de-feather chickens and ducks emits strong fumes, mixed with the smell of sweat and dust.

When the waiter at Fuhailou saw a customer coming in, he immediately wiped the tables and chairs that had been wiped with a rag a few more times before asking Zhao and Chen to sit down. Chen Dong rewarded him with five copper coins and then sat down.

, he could ask for manuscripts from Zhao Xingde in a low voice in private, but here he had to respect his identity and could no longer chatter, but his eyes would glance at Zhao Xingde's pocket from time to time.

Zhao Xingde saw that the lobby was still empty. There were only a few tables of businessmen who had gone into the city early and were drinking morning tea leisurely. He secretly regretted that he came a little early today, so he had to order a bowl of hot lychees.

He frowned and puffed on the round-eye soup, and then started to eat it slowly. Chen Dong also ordered a bowl of pepper soup and tea, and also ordered two plates of beef and mutton jerky, candied dates, kumquats and other four plates of fruits.

While eating, he whispered: "I know that Fu Hailou will make the engraving of the manuscript in one go. Why don't you make a good deal with them and print out a few collections first and keep them for collection."

The capital city of Bianliang is a place where people from all over the world gather. Less than an hour after the city gates were opened, more and more merchants were sitting in Fuhai Tower. Seeing that the popularity was growing, the singer on duty at Fuhai Tower hugged him first.

After singing a few songs on the stage with the pipa, the storyteller then told a story.

Fuhai Bookstore and Fuhai Building were opened by the same proprietor, and both were managed by Shopkeeper Hua. The bookstore was opposite Fuhai Building, and Shopkeeper Hua would go to Fuhai Building to drink tea every morning. Zhao Xingde was listening to this episode while drinking tea.

While waiting for the shopkeeper to read, the green-robed storyteller touched the pearwood board twice, and then the green-robed storyteller cleared his throat and said loudly:

"He is willing to serve barbarians without shame, and he has enmity from all over the world. Even if he is an unparalleled hero, he is expected to have no descendants to continue him."

The singer next to her helped strum the pipa strings a few times, and the storyteller struck the pear woodblock board twice more and said:

"Our Central Plains has inherited the destiny of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, the great Han Dynasty and the prosperous Tang Dynasty. There are many heroes in the country. All we need to do is work together to stop the enemies from all over the world. It is a pity and a pity that there are always people who forget their ancestors and are willing to regard thieves as their fathers and as Husbands.

Capturing officials will greatly damage the moral integrity and not only bring disaster to the Central Plains, but also bring disaster to the descendants."

"This seven-character poem is said to belong to the Han family of the Liao Kingdom who was a captive in the Fourth Dynasty. His ancestor Han Zhigu was originally from Yutian, Jizhou. During the Five Dynasties, the Central Plains was in chaos, and the Khitans invaded Youyan and Hebei. Han Zhigu died when he was about six years old.

He was kidnapped by the Khitan people and made a Han slave, and was later sent to the Khitan emperor as a dowry for his concubine. Han Zhigu was buried in the grave all his life, but who would have expected that his son Han Kuangsi would actually do this shamelessly due to fate?

The promiscuous boy of Yelu Abaoji, the founder of the Liao Kingdom, became the face of the Khitan Queen. The Tatars loved their houses and crows, and did not understand the official etiquette of the Central Plains. They actually appointed the penniless Han Zhigu as the Jiedushi, in charge of the affairs of the Han people in the Khitan Kingdom.

After that, Zuo Pushe moved to the central government to write the order, the Khitan emperor passed away, and Han Zhigu actually became the minister of Gu Ming."

When the storyteller reached this point, the door curtain opened, and a dozen men wearing fur coats and dog-skin hats came in and sat down to order wine and food. A man dressed as a businessman was surrounded by his companions, and he seemed to be the leader of these people.

.He heard the storyteller talking about the fall of the Han family in the Liao Kingdom, and his expression changed slightly. He drank tea and listened attentively.

"The Han family devoted themselves to the Liao Kingdom from generation to generation, and enjoyed unrivaled honor and favor in the Liao Dynasty. Han Kuangsi's son, Han Derang, was the face of the Empress Dowager Chengtian, so Han'er

He served as the commander-in-chief of the Wei Service, worshiped the prime minister as an official, served as the privy envoy of the North and South Courts, and was given the title of King of Qi. Not only was he a highly respected official, but the leader of the captives, Yelu Longxu, was also in charge of his father. The national destiny of the Liao Kingdom

, and with the help of the Han family, it is thriving."

At this time, the door curtain of the inn was opened again. It seemed that the person entering the door had to wait for his companions behind him. He kept the door curtain open, and a stream of cold wind came in, making everyone seated in the middle of the lobby frown. Zhao Xingde,

Chen Dong also followed the crowd and looked toward the door, as if he was trying to block the door with his eyes. However, he saw a dozen scholars dressed as Confucian scholars standing in the door wrapped in the cold wind. One of them saw him first, with a look of joy on his face.

, smiled and said: "I said I couldn't find you two, but it turns out you were already here waiting."

The person who spoke was Zhang Bing, the supervisor of Huazhangzhai in Taixue, who was a loyal man. He was also accompanied by Deng Su, He Fang, Zhu Sen, Li Rui, Wu Zilong and other supervisors of Huazhangzhai and several neighboring houses, all of whom were Zhao Xingde.

Friends with Chen Dong usually gather together every three or five days to discuss current affairs, and share poetry and wine. Seeing that Zhao Xingde and Chen Dong were already seated, Deng Su, Zhang Bing and He conveniently sat at their table, and the others also

Sit down at a nearby table, order soup, tea and fruit, and listen to the story of the old man in green robe while drinking tea.

"As the old saying goes, a gentleman's fortune can only be cut down after five generations. What's more, this family is an enemy of the family. By the generation of Han Derang's son Han Chang, the Han family's family power is like flowers blooming and fire cooking oil. The Han family

Not only did he control the Youyun Prefectures of Nanjing, but Han Chang also went east and west, conquering the Jurchen, Shiwei, Five Kingdoms and other barbarian tribes.

Ma, Tiefutu and other powerful armies are about to take over Lord Hu and replace him, and then march into the Central Plains of Kou."

"Who would have expected that Hulu was not a blind man. Seeing Tai'a's opposition, strong branches and weak trunks, and the ministers bullying the master, he finally devised a clever plan. He promised Han'er generals in Nanjing Road to be high-ranking officials and show their nobility.

His confidants also allowed the Jurchen, Shiwei and other northern barbarians to establish their kingdoms and become kings, cutting off their arms. Even though Han Chang had betrayed his relatives and separated from his relatives, he still had the strength to fight a trapped beast and led his troops to attack Beijing. The Khitan king paid him 400,000 yuan.

The cavalry were besieged on Broken Ax Mountain, and in this battle the sky was dark, the sun and the moon were dim, and Han Chang's entire army was wiped out."

When the storyteller reached this point, he touched the rosewood board twice with his left hand, took a sip from the tea bowl with his right hand, and the singer holding the pipa next to him played a piece of "Ambush from Flying Daggers" again. Only then did the storyteller understand

He cleared his throat, mobilized his energy, and said loudly:

"This is exactly what God's will will do. It comes sooner or later! The man who once dominated the Liao Kingdom and was invincible ended up with his clan destroyed and his body dead. Even the Khitans were seriously injured.

"

"Originally, death is like a lamp going out, and everything ends. Who would have expected that Han Chang's death would cause another huge disturbance. When the Emperor of Xixia heard that his sworn brother had been killed by the Khitans, he

Raising a hundred thousand soldiers to fight the Khitan people endlessly, it actually gave this dynasty an advantage and allowed them to enjoy decades of peace in vain. Let’s wait and see what happens next.”

The storyteller paused for a moment, nodded slightly to the tea guest, and bowed in all directions. This was the end. He was originally invited by the Fuhai Inn to entertain, and his monthly payment was paid by the shopkeeper, so he did not need to ask for money from the tea guest.

All the merchants in the inn had traveled from north to south, and they lamented the unpredictable changes in God's will. The four generations of the Han family served in the Liao Dynasty, and everyone knew about it during the Liao and Song Dynasties. When they were prosperous,

When the power reaches the sky, no chicken or dog will be left behind when in decline. It is true that "if you are proud of life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden cup empty to face the moon." After the storyteller finished this paragraph, several tables were filled with wine and fruit.

"It's so boring to talk about cause and effect and try to explain people." When Chen Dong saw Zhao Xingde listening attentively, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "There is a saying in "Zuo Zhuan" that people who are not of my race must have different minds. For Han people,

Being an official in the Liao Dynasty is like fighting with tigers and wolves, and there is still the risk of danger. The Han family does not know how to advance or retreat, so they are proud and draw their swords. The fate of masters with high achievements has been the same since ancient times. When Chief Hu granted such great power to the Han family,

This planted the seeds for the massacre of the whole family."

Only then did Zhao Xingde come back to his senses. He was thinking carefully because in the original history that he remembered, Han Derang had no descendants. He was even named Yelu Longxu by the Liao royal family, and all the descendants of the Yelu family were adopted.

Given this room to him, it is considered that he is integrated with the blood of the Yelu royal family of the Liao Kingdom. The fate of the Han family is very different from what this storyteller said, and the Xia Dynasty who occupied the western region of Guanzhong and proclaimed himself the emperor, and was on a par with the Liao and Song Dynasties.

country, but had never heard of it. When he saw Chen Dong couldn't help but talk about political affairs, he couldn't help but laugh and said: "Brother Chen's great talk, but I heard that most of the people who read books are just traders and foot soldiers. Looking at the bottom of it, the arrangement of this story telling comes and goes.

It is nothing more than showing loyalty, filial piety and justice, and being wary of those who sell themselves to the enemy for profit."

Deng Su shrugged, put a sip of wine down his throat, and sighed: "In this way, loyalty, filial piety, and justice are just like goods in the market. If there is profit, people will flock to it, if there is no profit, the people will be indifferent. In the final analysis

, but it corrupts people’s hearts.”

He Fang also nodded and said in a deep voice: "Mencius said, a person who is a minister is interested in serving his king, a son who is interested in serving his father, a younger brother who is interested in serving his elder brother, a king and his ministers, father and son, brothers will always be together.

Abandoning benevolence and righteousness, embracing benefit to connect with each other, but there is no one who will not perish. The Khitan Hulu and the Han family are all people who seek profit and betray righteousness. They are people with human faces and animal hearts. They are like two tigers in the same cage, fighting for life and death.

Sooner or later."

When He Fang said this, he heard a person at the table next to him softly "hum". He didn't hear it at first, but because of Zhao Xingde's sharp ears, he could hear it clearly. He couldn't help but turn his head slightly and look to the side. It was the storyteller.

He talked about the dozen or so people wearing dog-skin hats who came in, but he didn’t know which one made the sound. It was said that although the Han family was destroyed, its prestige in Youyan North was the same as that of Anlu Mountain and Shi Siming. I don’t know if it was

Did He Fang's words of "a man with a human face and a beast's heart" touch the taboos in other people's hearts?

Zhao Xingde hurriedly laughed and said: "You two are serious in your words. There are few gentlemen in the world, but there are many villains. The turbulence and turbulence are all for profit and gain. The Master said, a gentleman is likened to righteousness, and a villain is likened to benefit. If a gentleman does not talk about benefit,

Then why drive away the villain?"

He Fang frowned slightly, feeling that Zhao Xingde's words were similar to those of Han Fei and Yang Zhuxie~. Just as he was about to think about the sage's refutation, Zhao Xingde saw the door curtain opened a crack, and Shopkeeper Hua walked sideways and slowly walked into the shop.

While stamping the ice and muddy water on the soles of his feet at the door, he rubbed his hands and ears. Zhao Xingde couldn't help but smile. After he got to know the shopkeeper well, he knew that he was from Jinling in the south. He was sent to Bianliang by the boss to work, but

He was quite unaccustomed to the cold weather in Bianliang in winter. Even the cotton robe he wore was much thicker than others. However, this man was not willing to spend money and did not hire a sedan. He walked in the cold wind in the morning and evening.

Shopkeeper Hua looked up and looked around while doing the work. He saw that the tables in the lobby of the store were about seven or eight full, and a smile appeared on his face. When he saw Zhao Xingde sitting in the middle, nodding to him, his original smile was half full.
Chapter completed!