imperial psychologist

Chapter 597 Jianxi 17 Years

The record of the conversation can barely be seen here, and the white paper behind is covered with sewage, and the handwriting is no longer readable.

Both Zhang Shouzhong and Sun Beiji were stunned.

"What about the conversation afterwards? What else did they say?" Sun Beiji looked at the document in front of him.

"Damn my subordinate, I didn't hold the pen and paper firmly and fell to the ground." The man knelt on the ground with his back bent and kowtowed again and again, "I barely wrote some more later, but when I came out, I saw that the ink was on the paper. It's all fainted..."

"Then what did they say at that time, do you still have any impression?"

"My subordinates remember it all." The man said quickly, "I originally wanted to copy all the records and send them to Mr. Ge, but you are in a hurry, so..."

"You can dictate here." Zhang Shouzhong said with a frown.

"Yes," the clerk nodded, "Mr. Hengyuan asked Bai Siyao where he saw the name. Bai Siyao said it was on the title page of a book about gardening on the shelf of the Golden Pavilion of Lan Zhijun." Mr. Hengyuan asked again what was written on the title page, and Bai Siyao replied, 'Give my son the book'."

The man paused, and then said, "Mr. Heng Yuan didn't speak for a long time, and then he recited a poem."

"What poem?"

The clerk faltered a little, "My subordinates can't remember everything. I remember that the beginning is...'There are so many sad things in the world, the king knows that I know the sky, but it will... but it will...'"

"How long will it turn the tears and rain into snow and sing and dance?" Sun Beiji answered in a low voice.

"Yes, that's the sentence." The clerk lowered his head and replied.

Sun Beiji took off his glasses, sighed softly, and continued, "Thousands of miles are waiting for you to travel, and the smoke and water are vast and uncertain. My life is like snow, and it is always light in the sky and on the ground... the rest is like this Is it?"

Zhang Shouzhong couldn't help looking at Sun Beiji—he had never heard this poem before, but Sun Ge could recite it so fluently, probably because of some special origins.

"Yes." The clerk replied, "Bo Siyao said that she had seen the last line of this poem on the back cover of that gardening book. Mr. Heng Yuan said that it was a farewell poem his father once quoted. , the original work is unknown, in these winters, whenever it snows, he will think of this poem."

"And then?" Sun Beiji asked, "What else did they say?"

"Bo Siyao laughed, which sounded a bit ironic. Mr. Hengyuan asked him why he was laughing, and Si Yao said that a piece of snow in Jun's house, falling on the world and on the heads of the people, is like a mountain. I'm afraid it's hard to say clearly what is important here. Then Mr. Hengyuan also laughed, saying that Bai Siyao was right."

"Later, Mr. Hengyuan asked her if she had been to Jingzhou when she traveled around with Bai Shijun all these years. If there is an opportunity, I still have to go and have a look. The scenery there is by no means inferior to the mountains and forests in the southwest."

The document went on, and the chat between Mr. Hengyuan and Bo Ling was very long. Afterwards, the two chatted about chess skills, singing and dancing, until the official came to remind Bo Ling that it was time, and she turned and left without hesitation. up.

Sun Beiji asked some more details, and then asked the paperwork to withdraw as well.

Only Sun Beiji and Zhang Shouzhong were left in the room.

"Shouzhong, stop standing." Sun Beiji pointed to the nearby chair, "Sit down."

Zhang Shouzhong just sat down at the side. He had a lot of questions to ask, but after thinking about it, he just looked at Sun Beiji and didn't say a word.

"It should be when Jianxi was in his 17th year..." Sun Beiji suddenly said, his eyes drifted, and he pinched his fingers to calculate, "No, it should be Jianxi's [-]th year."

Zhang Shouzhong nodded quietly.

"That winter, I was recommended by several ministers at the time and was transferred to the household department. It was the time when the accounts were to be settled at the end of the year," Sun Beiji said in a low voice, "but because of the tax reform at the beginning of 17, the court purged One-third of the officials in the household department are not enough, so even a newcomer like me is called to the cabinet as an exception to assist in the counting of accounts."

"In the middle of winter, I was on duty at night. One night, it suddenly snowed heavily. It just so happened that I finished what I was supposed to be doing that night. So on a whim, I took a lantern and went out to enjoy the snow."

Sun Beiji's voice was low, his eyes were half down, recalling the distant past.

"The snow was so heavy that year, it almost caused a freezing disaster in the south, and I never had such a heavy snow in Zhou..." Sun Beiji said softly, "I kept looking up that night, watching the sky full of snowflakes. The goose feathers were snowing heavily, and when I came back to my senses, I realized that the lantern in my hand had gone out, and I didn't know where I had gone.

"Walking around in the palace in the middle of the night is, at a light level, rebellious, disrespectful and lawless, and at a serious level, it is hiding evil intentions. So I turned around immediately, trying to find my memory and go back the same way, but that night kept going down. Snow, there are no stars and no moon in the sky, the more I walked, the less I knew where I was, until I met another pedestrian in the snow."

"...Who is the other party?" Zhang Shouzhong asked.

"I saw that the other side was also carrying a lantern from the household department. I thought it was a colleague, so I hurried forward to say hello and ask for directions." Sun Beiji said softly, "I don't know, go up and take a look, the person on the opposite side I don't recognize any of them. This is not surprising, after all, I have only recently joined the household department, and many people have not recognized them all.

"However, those three or five people looked quite majestic. Although it was dark at that time, I couldn't see the patch on their chest, but with such temperament, they looked like colleagues in the court. The only thing that caught my attention, One of them was pale and seemed to be sick. He looked a bit like the Holy One in his eyebrows, but he looked much older than the Holy One.

"I first reported my identity, but the other side didn't say theirs. Although I found it strange, I didn't want to ask more. When I told them that I got lost and wanted to return to the cabinet, they offered , you can take me with you."

"Going together?" Zhang Shouzhong frowned slightly, "Where do you want to take Ge Lao?"

"I didn't say it clearly, and I didn't ask in detail." Sun Beiji whispered, "But in the context at that time, where else could he go besides going to the cabinet?"

"On the way, they walked generously, and they didn't dodge when they met the guards on duty at night. I didn't know until the guards questioned me. It turned out that in order to facilitate the accounting of the cabinet in the past few days, if the officials in the six ministries got the account If summoned by the Ministry, one can directly enter the palace without going through the special trial of the inner court.

"Whenever the guards asked why we appeared here, I would answer truthfully. Because it was late at night and I was not very familiar with the inner palace, so I lost my way. The guards didn't feel embarrassed. After checking our identities , they are all released.

"But when it was almost time to check in, they stopped and said goodbye to me." Sun Beiji said softly, "I wanted to ask why, but suddenly I heard a baby crying from among them."

When Zhang Shouzhong heard this, he felt numbness in the back of his head.

　This poem was written by Fang Fang in "The Chronicle of Wuni Lake". Interested friends can read this novel, which tells the story of a group of Three Gorges engineers in a special period.

　　
　
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