Yunyue past events

Chapter 20

It was already dawn outside, and the small window of the old warehouse faced west, not much morning light came in.

Getting used to the dark environment in the house, he got up and walked straight towards the Kumen, skillfully avoiding the scattered fragments of bamboo slips and old wooden slips at his feet.

Even though the old storeroom in the treasury is no longer in use, there are still used bamboo slips and slips. Half of a storeroom is full of these things.

When bored, Yueqian would read these bamboo slips. Part of the content of the bamboo slips is Japanese script. People use Japanese script to choose good and bad dates, such as when to marry a daughter, when to take a bath, etc. Yueqian doesn't believe in these.

The rest are either astronomical medicine books or history books.

Most of the wooden slips are old local official documents, some of which are more than a hundred years old, occasionally mixed with letters, some letters from home written by soldiers on the border, and for some reason mixed into the old warehouse of the treasury.

The more subconsciously literate, he read books for three years when he was young, became a teacher at the age of seven, and was captured at the age of ten.After being captured, he lived with Chang's father. Chang's father was an official of Yunyue Kingdom. He was literate and taught him to read and write.

As soon as the door of the storehouse was opened, the outside was bright and dazzling, Yue Qian squinted his eyes because of the glare, and it took only a moment to get used to it, he took two steps and was bathed in the morning light.

Yue dived to the well to fetch water, wearing a shawl in the morning light.

The old warehouse is located in the backyard of the storage room. It is secluded and there are few people. Unlike the front yard, there are often people coming and going.

The Rong Kingdom's collection room is very large, comparable to the Yunyue Kingdom's collection room in memory. The collection of books here is extremely rich, after all, it is the place where the country stores classics.

No fire is allowed in the storage room. To prevent fires, Yue Qian pours well water into the clay pot, and carries the pot out of the backyard door.There is a small peach grove outside the courtyard gate, and beside the peach grove is a stream.

Yue Qian has a place to cook by the stream.

The slaves in the Tibetan room cook by the stream, and their residence is also located by the stream, in the small peach grove.

Yue Qian did not live with them, and he rarely communicated with them on weekdays. Even as slaves, they did different things in the storage room.

Other slaves can enter the most central room of the storage room to tidy up and clean. There is a place where the household registration map is stored.

What I do is physical work. When there are many things to do, I can be busy all day, and there are also times when I have nothing to do.

The steamed barley rice in the pottery steamer exudes the fragrance of the rice, Yue Qian pulled the firewood out of the stove, and scooped up water to extinguish the flames.He picked up an earthenware bowl and ate wheat and rice from an earthenware retort.

The most eaten food on weekdays is bean rice and wheat rice. The rice is served with dried fish, vegetables and melons, shrimp paste, bean paste, etc. Naturally, these foods are not food for slaves.

The food is delivered every time by the servant who keeps the history of Tibet.

Not just food, but also clothes.

Working in the front yard of the Tibetan room, Yueqian often encounters Shouzang Shi. In Mingdi, Shouzang Shi treats Yueqian alienated and indifferent, and never says why he helps each other, and Yueqian never asks why.

That day when he was taken away by Shouzang Shi in the bamboo slip workshop, Yueqian realized at that time that this was done on purpose.

He was not the youngest person in the workshop, and he was sitting in a very remote corner, but Shou Zangshi called him by name.

After eating, he dived to the front yard and saw an old Tibetan slave cleaning the yard.

The old slave has been a slave all his life, loyal, diligent and conscientious, there are not even shackles on his ankles, he is tied here by invisible shackles.

Day after day, he cleaned fallen leaves and dead branches in the courtyard, and wiped the dust off the bookshelves in the library.

A lifetime is spent here, and a lifetime will end here.

Diving sometimes suddenly forgets that there are shackles on the ankles, even though they will clank when bumped.

This morning Pangong sent three cars, and an official accompanying the car made a list of books. A large number of bamboo slips were transported from the storage room and piled up at the entrance of the storage room.

Yue Qian kept carrying it, from the entrance of the storage room to the gate of the courtyard, it was not a short distance, back and forth again and again, until all three carriages were filled.

Summer is coming to an end, the weather is no longer so hot, because what I do is physical work, I am sweating profusely, dripping from the corners of my brows, and the kudzu clothes I am wearing are also soaked.

There is a magnolia tree planted in the courtyard with lush branches and leaves. It stands under the tree, and the cool breeze blows away the heat from his body and blows his sweat-soaked long hair.

Yue Qian didn't go to check the storage room at first, when he raised his head, he saw a figure standing by the window out of the corner of his eye, and with just a glance, he recognized that it was Gong Ziling.

Prince Ling often comes to the library to borrow books, and has a very close relationship with the history of keeping Tibet, just like a master and apprentice.

The other party was standing in front of the window, not knowing what he was looking at, and Yue Qian didn't pay special attention to it, only glanced at it.

Not long after, Yueqian left from the magnolia tree and walked to the backyard. He passed a winding path paved with small stones, and the sound of the shackles was heard, and the sound gradually faded away.

Zhaoling stood in front of the window for a long time. When Yueqian appeared from Pangong's carriage and began to carry the bamboo slips, he stood there, his eyes following Yueqian, until the other side walked towards the backyard and disappeared around the corner.

Jing Zhongyan was sitting in front of the wooden desk with a volume of bamboo slips spread out. He was writing documents. The dive is already gone.

Just then there was a lot of movement outside the house, Jing Zhongyan knew that Pangong was coming to take a batch of bamboo slips, so he sneaked outside to carry them.At this time, the movement became quieter, the carriage had already left, only flowers and trees could be seen outside the window, but no one was seen.

Jing Zhongyan suddenly said: "Is it really the person Ling Gongzi saw in his dream?"

To put it bluntly, it is more diving.

Zhaoling was very sure: "It's him."

Jing Zhongyan moved the written bamboo slips to the side of the case, and he took another bunch of new green bamboo slips, and said slowly: "It's really a miracle..."

The Hsinchu bamboo slips were spread out and placed on the table, while Jing Zhongyan was busy with the matter at hand, he asked, "How does Mr. Ling plan to arrange him?"

Before Zhaoling could reply, Jing Zhongyan said again: "If you stay with the minister, it will be fine. We are short of a young and strong man."

Anyway, the small officials in the workshop did not dare to come to him to ask for someone, and the king was always busy, so he would not bother about Yue Qian's affairs.

No one cared, and gradually he was forgotten, just like when he was in Yuanyuan.

Young and strong.

Zhao Ling recalled that Yue Qian carried a large bundle of bamboo slips and walked towards the carriage parked outside the courtyard, his shoulders and arms were strong.

He is not as thin as before, and seems to have grown taller.

How to place him?

Zhao Ling felt conflicted.

Father and brother didn't let Yue Qian stay by his side, because they were afraid that Yue Qian would develop malicious intent and take revenge.

I saved his life in the hunting grounds.

Will he want to hurt me?Zhao Ling thought.

Zhao Ling borrowed several volumes of silk books from the treasury, and carrying the silk books, he boarded the carriage parked outside the treasury, before leaving, he saw Yue Qian again, and Yue Qian seemed to be looking at him.

Xiaguang draped over the shoulders of the two, one standing by the pool in the courtyard, and the other standing outside the courtyard gate, far away.Neither can see each other's face clearly, nor do they know what the other is thinking.

Before he knew it, autumn came, and the courtyard of the storage room was covered with dead leaves, and the kudzu clothes that Yue Qian was wearing had been replaced by interlayer autumn clothes.

After the weather turned cold, it rained for several days in succession. There was a dirt road outside the storage room. When it rained and snowed, it was muddy and potholed, making it difficult for carriages to pass. Therefore, the storage room was quieter than before, with only the sound of rain.

In the afternoon when he had nothing to do, Yueqian sat under the eaves of a backyard, holding a few bamboo slips in his hands, looking down as if contemplating, not far from him was a big bamboo basket containing garbage from the house.

The bamboo slips that Yue Qian held were found out of bamboo baskets, he did such things a lot.

The old slave who was in charge of cleaning the storage room forgot to take out the garbage today. He is old and forgetful, and such things often happen.

The bamboo slips in his hand were broken, and the words on them were somewhat blurred, but Yue Qian recognized that the bamboo slips recorded a piece of Yunyue Kingdom's national history.

There are only fragments of words, fragmented, and it is not easy to combine them.

Because of the sound of rain, Yue Qian couldn't hear the footsteps, and when he sensed someone was behind him, it was too late to pull up the bamboo slips.

He didn't hide it at all, and raised his head, looking directly at the person who discovered his secret.

Jing Zhongyan, as a Tibetan history guard, spent most of his time in the storage room. When he heard the sound of rain outside the house, he just got tired of reading, so he closed the scroll and walked out of the storage room. Less involved backyard.

Seeing the several bamboo slips in Yue Qian's hand, and then glanced at the bamboo basket next to him containing garbage, Jing Zhongyan immediately knew what was going on.

Important documents will not be disposed of casually, but will be burned in a centralized manner, and only ordinary bamboo slips are read more subtly.

Even though Rongguo officials found out about secretly reading the bamboo slips, Yue Qian remained calm and calm on the surface.

When Jing Zhongyan approached, he had already glanced at the words on the bamboo slips. Instead of scolding him, he was surprised: "The text on this slip is ancient, can you understand it?"

"Tell me about my grandfather, King Yue Wu, who destroyed the state of Qin, Chen Bing Rong state border, and King Rong sent left envoys to lobby for the withdrawal of troops." Yue Qian spoke plainly and stated truthfully.

He was right, and he really understood.

Jing Zhongyan thought, the place where he sleeps is an old warehouse, and there are many discarded bamboo slips in the old warehouse, it seems that he reads a lot on weekdays.

As an administrator of the National Library, Jing Zhongyan likes studious and intelligent people in his bones, and he is willing to give advice.

Hearing Yueqian mentioned the state of Qin, Jing Zhongyan asked: "King Yuewu destroyed the state of Qin, do you know the situation of the state of Qin when it fell?"

Yue sneaked back: "I know."

His eyes fell on the outside of the courtyard wall, the streams and trees shrouded in rain and mist, and he said slowly: "Burn the palace, tear down the city wall, and kill all the eight sons of the emperor."

A few drops of rainwater dripping from the eaves fell on Yueqian's face due to the slanting wind, which was icy and cold.

How could they forget that Yunshui City was captured by Rong Kingdom, the flames shot up to the sky, the palaces and ancestral temples were burned down, and there was an altar set up on the outskirts of Yunshui City for killing prisoners.

Between countries, the weak have always preyed on the strong.

But who can guarantee that it will always be strong.

What the Yunyue army did when they invaded the capital of the Qin State, the Rong State army did the same when they invaded the capital of the Yunyue State.

As a historian, Jing Zhongyan has read too many stories about the ups and downs, so he couldn't help sighing at this moment: "A country that destroys people will burn its palaces and kill its royal family. Such tragedies abound."

Yue Qian slowly let go of the bamboo slips in his hand, his face was almost ruthlessly calm, even those dark and deep eyes showed no emotion.

The first impression that this young man gave Jing Zhongyan was tenacity and Shen Yi. At this moment, Jing Zhongyan suddenly felt that his calmness might come from his indifference.He has encountered a major change and gone through hardships, and I am afraid that his heart is also cold.

In late autumn, the leaves of the magnolia tree had all fallen, leaving only bare branches. Yueqian walked out of the library with dozens of scrolls in his arms, and walked to the gate of the courtyard, where a gorgeous four-horse carriage was parked.

The familiar carriage, even if you don't look at the people sitting in the carriage, you can know who it is.

Without raising his head, Yue Qian put the silk book into the carriage, turned around, and returned to the courtyard.

He often went back and forth between the storage room and the courtyard gate like this, carrying bamboo slips, or carrying silk books in his arms, silently.

These silk books were placed on Zhao Ling's carriage, right at his feet. He picked up a roll of silk books and held them in his hands, but his eyes were on the back of the farther away, and he heard the shackles of his feet when he passed through the stone path of the courtyard. sound.

Just now, when he sneaked closer, Zhao Ling noticed that the clothes on his body were worn out. Because he was doing rough work, the cuffs and the edges of the clothes were also worn out, and winter was about to begin, so the clothes obviously couldn't survive the winter.

In autumn and winter, the weather is suddenly cold, and the dripping water turns into ice.

As usual, Yue Qian loaded the bamboo slips into a carriage from the government office. On the carriage was a tightly-wrapped official. He looked at Yue Qian and trembled.

It was already cold in the sky, but when I saw most of the slave's arms sticking out of the sleeves, I felt the chill even more

The required scrolls have been loaded into the carriage, and the officials urged the groom to go back quickly. If you stay outside for a while in this kind of ghostly weather, you may freeze to death.

Because of the abnormal weather, Yueqian was very leisurely today. One morning, a carriage carrying books came to the library.

It was freezing cold outside, and Yue sneaked back to the old warehouse. There was no fire inside to keep warm, but it was warmer than outside.

Hearing the sound of a carriage coming from outside, Yue Qian recognized that the sound was at the door of the back yard, not the front yard, so he checked the door of the back yard, and sure enough.

A hunchbacked old slave came driving a cart. This man was a domestic slave who kept Tibetan history.

Every time he came over, he would give Yue Qian something, food, and clothes.

In order to avoid attracting the attention of people coming and going in the front yard, the carriage is always parked in the back yard.

Seeing Yue Qian, the old slave took out a bunch of things from the carriage and stuffed them into Yue Qian without saying anything.There was a sack of grain, dried fish and bacon, and a large bag of clothes.

Inside the big bag of clothes was a set of winter clothes and a sheepskin jacket.

Yueqian had never asked the history of Shouzang before, why he was taken out of the workshop, why he was taken in at risk.Yue Qian could see that Shouzang Shi was acting in secret, he didn't want to be noticed, and he deliberately stayed away from it on weekdays, so he didn't talk about Shouzang Shi, and he didn't ask.

He caressed the warm and thick sheep jacket. The sheep jacket was new and soft. He lowered his head and asked subconsciously: "I have never met the history of keeping Tibet. Why do you help me?"

Before the food is finished, I will definitely come to deliver food. It is cold to send autumn clothes. The temperature dropped last night, and today I will send sheep jackets.

The hunchbacked old slave was ready to go back and never stopped, he replied: "It's not the old slave who was sent by the history guard."

"Who is that?" Yue Qian was startled, and a figure flashed in his mind. Seeing that the old slave was about to leave, he grabbed the wheel of the car.

The hunchbacked old slave saw that he was not letting him go, so he had to tell the truth: "Young Master Ling."

There are instructions in the history of keeping Tibet. If Yue Qian doesn't ask, don't tell him. If Yue Qian asks, tell him the truth.

Yue Qian finally let go of the hand holding the shaft, and the carriage hurried away and disappeared before his eyes.