The bad emperor of Tang Dynasty

When Guo Nuan was wandering around in the palace, she accidentally came to the main hall of the Imperial Academy. Ever since she met such an ugly but rich connotation Wang Yueyi, Guo Nuan has been lingering in her mind.

It is said that this woman exudes a bookish quality that can easily fascinate culture-loving literary youths like Guo Nuan.

As for the scar on Wang Yueyi's face, which ruined what should have been a beautiful face, Guo Nuan sympathized with her sadness, so he has been thinking about how to help Wang Yueyi heal the scar these days.

Three days ago, after meeting Ling'er in the dormitory of Princess Lingxian's sister, Guo Nuan deliberately asked her sister-in-law about Wang Yueyi's background.

I didn't expect that it didn't matter if I inquired about it, it almost made Guo Nuan jump three feet high excitedly.

"Wang Yueyi, heck, Brother Guo met Sister Wang in the Hanlin Academy. Why, we chatted for a while and felt that her conversation is extraordinary." When Guo Nuan asked Linger, she was so cute Then he covered his mouth and giggled.

It turned out that Linger told Guo Nuan that Wang Yueyi was Wang Jin's daughter.

Which god is Wang Jin? Guo Nuan smacked his mouth. At that time, his eyes were flickering fiercely, and his eyes shone brightly, especially his face turned into a liver-colored, flushed red. Linger was so scared that he thought he was a big brother-in-law. Something went wrong. Hearing the news of sister Wang Yueyi, he was so excited, he quickly turned his face, and said coquettishly: "Brother Guo, you can't... fall in love with her, you can't do it, you can't do it." Live up to my sister Shengping,"

"Ahem, how can it be, you are a ghost, you like to think wildly, Brother Guo just admired the name of Uncle Wang Jin for a long time."

While Guo Nuan was speaking, he stretched out his little finger and tapped Linger's forehead lightly.

Speaking of who Wang Jin is, Guo Nuan was educated in a scholarly family since he was a child. He has read poetry and books and studied Chinese culture extensively. He is very familiar with ancient poets, especially poets of the Tang Dynasty.

As for Wang Jin, it is Wang Wei's younger brother who was born in a mother's womb. Wang Wei is Guo Nuan's favorite poet of the pastoral school of landscape. Come autumn, the bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone flows upwards." Guo Nuan could recite it backwards. It is said that when he was in middle school, he filled in the blanks in Chinese test papers. Wang Wei's poems were often popular in the examination room.

It's amazing, Guo Nuan didn't expect to meet Wang Wei's niece Wang Yueyi as soon as she entered the Imperial Academy.

"Well, good spirit, quickly tell brother, where is Uncle Wang Wei now?"

Guo Nuan inquired about this exciting news at the time. He estimated that since the daughter of Wang Wei's younger brother Wang Jin was still young and young, Wang Jin would not be at the age of entering the earth no matter how old he was. As for Wang Yueyi's Uncle should still be alive.

"Uncle Wang Jin, Brother Guo, you are so funny, giggling," Ling'er at that time suddenly trembled, and laughed so hard that it was this little girl who dared to laugh at her brother-in-law unscrupulously. Hei Xian, spoiled my sister-in-law all these years.

"What's your name if you don't call him uncle?" Guo Nuan asked curiously.

"It's Grandpa Wang Shilang," Ling'er said politely, blinking her beautiful eyes.

After returning to the princess mansion, Guo Nuan felt a little depressed. It is said that as a freak who traveled from later generations, Guo Nuan didn’t know a lot of common sense about the Tang Dynasty. It turns out that Wang Yueyi's father, Wang Jin, is 61 years old.

Quack, it is said that sixty is sixty years old. In the case of underdeveloped medical care and poor material living environment in ancient times, 61 years old is indeed old enough. After all, living to 60 years old in the Tang Dynasty was regarded as Old guy, otherwise how could he know his destiny at fifty? Just say, 50 years old is a threshold, whether you can pass it or not depends on who can live forever.

What frustrated Guo Nuan the most was that he thought he could see the real face of a famous poet in Tang Dynasty. This is a living fossil, but Wang Wei had already lost his braids a few years ago.

As for Li Bai, he also died a few years ago, and Du Fu is still alive. However, he is familiar with the background of the major poets in the Tang Dynasty. , his son starved to death without food, and Guo Nuan wailed in his heart. Du Gongbu's poems worry about the country and the people, and he is a great patriot.

Calculating with his fingers, Du Fu is still alive, he was transferred to Sichuan, as if he was a small clerk under the account of the Sichuan Jiedu envoy, a dick.

Counting again, Du Fu died in [-] A.D., which is still two or three years away. The great poet Du has not been dancing for a few years. Guo Nuan lives in Chang'an, thousands of miles away from Sichuan. There are no high-speed trains or planes on the expressway. I sigh for a while. It seems that the great poet Wang Wei is dead and has no chance to see it, and the old man Du Fu who is alive and thousands of miles away has no way to observe and worship at close range.

Come on, back to reality, Guo Nuan no longer thought about how to find the idea of ​​a great poet gathering, he thought about how to heal Wang Yueyi's scar, after all, the two had a good conversation when they first met, and her father is a For the sake of a loyal minister, Guo Nuan also had to help.

A few days later, on the fifth day of the lunar new year, taking advantage of the first day of working in the Hanlin Academy, Guo Nuan jumped into the palace early and plunged into the antique Hanlin courtyard. Cypress trees, camphor trees, as well as the precious duying, Xiangbasswood, etc. Of course, there are three towers hidden in the woods in the backyard of the Hanlin Office Hall, which are five-story, seven-story, and eight-story wooden bricks. The cloister rises to the wild goose pagoda, and these towers are all book collection lofts.

On the first day of appointment, Guo Nuan walked into the main hall and found Wang Yueyi at the desk a few days ago. He said that the establishment of the Hanlin Academy in the Tang Dynasty was different from that of the later Ming and Qing dynasties. More and more powers have been given, such as participating in the drafting of memorials, discussing political affairs, serving as the emperor's private secretary, think tank, and replacing part of the power of the central core department Zhongshu Province.

But now in the Tang Dynasty, the Hanlin Academy was originally a literary research place where books were compiled and collected, and it had nothing to do with political affairs at all. In short, it was an idle yamen.

Therefore, there are of course very few scholars staying in the idle yamen. They either went to the Imperial College to give lectures to Shu Jishi, Tai students, and supervisors, or they traveled abroad to collect folk materials. Yajing.

As soon as Guo Nuan stepped through the threshold, she saw Wang Yueyi concentrating on reading a book again, but this time she was reading "Jinshilu" from the Tang Dynasty.

"Miss Wang Yueyi, hello, what a coincidence, we have met," Guo Nuan was not used to the red tape, hypocrisy and courtesy of the ancient scholar circle, he was still used to the straightforward language of greetings in later generations.

"Hehe, what a coincidence, Mr. Guo, but it's inevitable to call me Miss, so call me Yueyi," Wang Yueyi responded with a smile and nodded.

"Okay, then don't be too polite, what kind of son, you will be a colleague from today, you can just call him by his first name, Guo Nuan."

Wang Yueyi covered her mouth and smiled, saying that Guo Nuan was carefree and approachable, especially the vernacular was easy to understand, not at all like the famous poet Guo Banshou.

"Yueyi, may I ask if there are any books on pharmacy here?" Guo Nuan stopped being polite and asked straight to the point.

"Ah, pharmacy, Chinese medicine?" Wang Yueyi wondered why Guo Nuan read these books. Could it be that the last champion of liberal arts changed his profession recently, and no longer wrote poems and lyrics, but should learn to be a doctor.

"Is there?" He asked again expectantly.

"Yes, there are a lot of them. Let's go. I'll take you to the tower of the Sutra Library in the backyard. There are a lot of books there. There are countless book boxes in the nine squares. I'm not tall enough. Sometimes it's hard to find books. Gotta move the ladder,"

During the conversation, Wang Yueyi took Guo Nuan's hand and ran towards the backyard. Guo Nuan pulled it like a mop, and lamented that this bookish girl had great strength, especially because her heart was not as good as her actions. Just do it girls.

Through the gate of the back hall of the Hanlin Hall, you come to an empty and quiet woodland, and there are three book collection towers in the depths of the forest reflected by the mottled setting sun.

"Wenyuan Pavilion is slightly shorter on the left, Wenxian Pavilion is the tallest in the middle, and Wenhui Pavilion is the small dilapidated tower on the right. Wenhui Pavilion was burned down by the siege rebels during the Anshi Rebellion, so it was not preserved."

Under Wang Yueyi's rapid introduction, Guo Nuan quickly got a general understanding of the history of the three book collection towers.

The tiles on the roof of the Wenhui Pavilion, among which the glazed tiles at the corners of the single eaves were broken and fell off a lot, exposing a large piece of civil structure. It's a pity that all the calligraphy, ink and paintings of ancient books were burned.

Fortunately, the two pagodas were preserved. Wang Yueyi pointed to the 30-meter-high Yanta Zangshuge in the middle and said: "The first floor of this pagoda is where Buddhist, Confucian, and Taoist classics are stored. The second floor is where stone books are placed. There is a place for quality inscriptions, and a room on the fifth floor has a special place for storing Chinese medicine books. Ancient prescriptions and folk prescriptions can be found. After the Jin Dynasty and the Sui Dynasty, the emperors of the two dynasties collected a large number of pharmacy books from all over the country, "

Guo Nuan was very excited when he heard it, and he immediately asked Wang Yueyi to take him to the fifth floor impatiently.

Guo Nuan finally reached the fifth floor after climbing several hundreds of steps on the winding staircase. He said that after returning from the Western Regions, he was in the recovery period due to numerous injuries. Guo Nuan, his physical fitness is not as good as before.

The inside of the tower is very neat, surrounded by a large number of wooden cabinets on the walls, in which there are various books in different categories. Among them, there are special reading areas for "history, literature, collections and classics". The bookcases exude a faint fragrance of camphor wood. , There are also some unknown light incense, which are used to prevent insects.

Most of the books in the Cangjing Pavilion are made of moth-proof mulberry bark paper, which is strong, anti-corrosion and durable. Although many books have been stored for hundreds of years, the binding twine is still strong, and the faded and yellowed paper Also very resilient.

Guo Nuan praised, the Royal Library's private collection is really good.

By the way, I put my head out of the stone arc window hole of the tower, looking down at the large city in the distance, facing the gentle breeze, it is really comfortable,