one person is right

Chapter 86 Reading in the book, people in the building

"Isn't Chen Shubao the Empress Chen? The king of the Southern Dynasty! This King Ancheng is the emperor's younger brother, but the emperor still has a prince. How did the son of King Ancheng become the last emperor?"

After King An Cheng left, Chen Cuo still pondered, thinking about it, he felt that the water was too deep, shook his head, not much interest.

"Anyway, it's the dynastic palace fight and coup d'etat, so I don't need to worry about it."

Chen Cuo's mind was all about practicing and comprehending magical powers. Now that he has an agreement with King Ancheng, he has no more doubts.

"I don't have much to do with whoever is the emperor. I'd better go to the library of the imperial court to have a look and improve the supernatural power as soon as possible, so as to break the bottleneck and move on..."

Early the next morning, Hou's residence received news from the Ministry of Secretary, saying that Dongguan Palace had already received an order from the palace, and Chen Cuo could go to watch it at any time.

Dongguan Palace is a place for the collection of books built by the imperial court, and is governed and managed by the Secretary Province.

When Chen Cuo arrived, he saw Zhang Ju who had been waiting for a long time. He led a few colleagues over to greet him.

The Bureau of Writings to which Zhang Ju belonged was also a subordinate of the Ministry of Secretary.

"When I got the news, I was a little surprised, but I think that my cousin is very knowledgeable, and it makes sense." Zhang Ju looked happy, but his subordinate colleagues had a bit of embarrassment on their faces and were unwilling to get close to Chen Cuo.

"Brother Lao welcomes you."

"What is this, come with me," Zhang Ju and Chen Cuo walked hand in hand, "The Dongguan Palace has a large collection of books, covering a wide range, including collections of scriptures and history, as well as poetry and songs, and there is no shortage of Taoist Buddhist scriptures, but they are rarely exposed to the public. Open, I will wait, at most, I can take time to read a few more books when the school is lined up, and at other times I can only sigh and sigh, Fang Qing, you must take advantage of this opportunity."

Chen Cuo nodded and said, "I remember."

While walking and talking, someone suddenly walked over quickly and whispered in Zhang Ju's ear.

After listening, Zhang Ju nodded and said wrongly to Chen: "Because brother has something to deal with in advance, if you need anything, you can ask me to go to the writing bureau and let me know, and I will arrange it."

"it is good."

Saying goodbye to Zhang Ju, Chen Cuo was led outside a pavilion.

"Your Majesty, please..."

Someone was already waiting at the door.

This is an old man of about fifty, with a beard and hunched body. After seeing Chen Cuo, he handed over to lead the way.

"What do you call your Excellency?" After Chen Cuo returned the salute, he followed.

The old man smiled and said, "The little old man's name is Bao Gan. He is the school clerk of Dongguan. He often collates books and is familiar with this place. He was arranged to guide the book for the prince."

"It's work." Chen Cuo saluted and walked over the threshold.

After all, it is the book collection place of the entire Southern Dynasty. It not only covers a vast area, but also has a lot of atmosphere. When the shoes fall on the floor, you can hear the echoes of the empty space. Mo Xiang, looking at the rows of bookshelves, seems to be isolated from the hustle and bustle of the world.

Ding!
In Chen Cuo's heart, the Jinshu of Renmin trembled for a while, and he immediately noticed the faint, if not absent, read of the human mind.

Looking around, a little brilliance appeared in Chen Cuo's eyes, and he saw the surrounding scene in his eyes, and saw the brilliance of people reading the stars, as if they were all purposeless travelers wandering around the hall.

"interesting."

Chen Cuo narrowed his eyes.

"The core of my incense is not to worship Buddha and burn incense, but from articles. Words and sentences can resonate with people's hearts, so that they can gather people's thoughts. But there are many articles in the world. , gather the world's collections, if there are not a few special books, it is called strange."

As soon as he thought of this, he suddenly came to the spirit. He already had a prototype of supernatural powers, but it was difficult to truly derive it. He felt that he entered the realm too quickly and accumulated insufficient.

"Going into the Dao with an article and coming to this land of books may be the opportunity!"

Thinking about it, Chen Cuo's eyes swept across the bookshelves, and then he couldn't help but let out a voice of admiration.

The roof of the Dongguan Palace is very high, but the height of some bookshelves is almost reaching the roof.

Bao Gan introduced: "Books are placed in different categories. It turns out that there are few books, so it doesn't look that good. When there are too many books, they are all stacked together. When the emperor was setting the cauldron, he specially sent troops and horses to guard it. It was not affected, but there were some Several bookshelves were damaged, so they had to be remade, and in order to put all the books in, they were heightened and widened.”

Chen Cuo nodded, looked at it, and asked, "Is there only this layer?"

"This is the outer hall, which is filled with paper books. Going further inside is the inner hall. It is divided into three layers. The first layer is also a paper book, mostly original, and the second layer is bamboo slips and silk books, many of which are isolated."

Having said this, Bao Gan stopped.

"Where's the third floor?" Chen Cuo asked as he walked away, the Taoist felt slightly in his heart, and realized how many people read the book.

"On the third floor, Junhou can see it by himself, ordinary people can't walk in there," Bao Gan bowed slightly, "but Shangfeng explained that Junhou can read it."

Chen Cuo immediately understood that the third floor of the inner hall should be the storage of the practice collection, but just looking at Bao Gan's appearance, listening to what he said, it seems that there are other inside stories.

"Do you want to go to the third floor immediately?" Bao Gan asked again, "Xiaguan has to report first, there are two guards inside, and no one else can approach without permission."

guard?
librarian?
That is probably not an ordinary generation!
After thinking for a moment, Chen Cuo waved his hand and said, "No hurry, take a look here first." He pulled out a book.

This book has only a few thin pages, but it is surrounded by strong human thoughts, which is the most among the books around.

Looking down, the words "Nine Songs" were written on the cover.

Just a glance, Chen Cuo's heart trembled, and when he looked at it, he saw the two words flashing brightly, as if they were about to fly out!
Bao Gan quickly introduced: "This "Nine Songs" is a commentary. Although it is taken from the work of Qu Yuan, a Chu native in the pre-Qin period, it is a version of the commentary of Wang Yi in the Han Dynasty. The Chu Ci everyone, but the book in the hands of the prince is not the original, but copied by Wang Youjun."

"..."

Chen Cuo nodded silently, feeling that the book in his hand was much heavier.

Well, Qu Yuan's original work, Wang Yi's commentary, and Wang Xizhi's handwriting, where are the murder books in this stack?No wonder, there is such a strong gathering of people's thoughts, if there is no, it is strange!
In view of this, he naturally has to take a good look.

When I opened it, before I looked closely, the human thoughts contained in it flew out.

Chen Cuo's heart moved, and he sighed slightly, but the human thoughts in the book just swayed, not being pulled over, as if they were firmly rooted and integrated with the book.

Chen Cuo nodded secretly, stopped breathing, and read it carefully.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of "crashing" not far away.

Bao Gan's face changed, and he pleaded guilty and said, "Xiaguan, go and deal with trivial matters first."

"Go get busy." Chen Cuo waved his hand and looked at the situation. Through the gap in the bookshelf, he saw a young man in Chinese clothes bending over, hurriedly picking up books on the ground.

He captured a lot of people's thoughts on that young man.

After Bao Gan passed, he lowered his voice, but it was not a reprimand, but a good guidance, and there was some comfort in his words.

It seems that there are some origins, I don't know which son.

Chen Cuo withdrew his gaze, did not delve into it, and returned his gaze to the book.

On the other side, after talking to the boy, Bao Gan glanced at Chen Cuo, and then walked quickly into the apse.

In the dark pavilion, two figures sat cross-legged and suspended in the air.

One has gray hair, the other is black and shiny, all with beards all over their faces, and they are old-fashioned.

The two were wearing quaint, shabby robes, and their eyes were half-awake.

Bao Gan knocked on the door carefully, then pushed open the hall door.

The black-haired old man raised his head, opened his dim old eyes, and asked, "Marquis of Linru County, have you stayed in the front hall?" This man's voice was slightly hoarse.

Bao Gan nodded and said, "I'm looking through the collection of books in the front hall."

The white-haired old man said: "Just right, let's see if this clan is really savvy. Although there is an imperial mandate, if you want to enter the scholarly portal, you must have some skills." The man's voice was low.

Bao Gan cupped his hands and asked the two of them what else they had ordered. After receiving the order of nothing, he immediately said goodbye carefully.

The house is quiet again.

Suddenly, the black-haired old man said: "In the past two years, there have been no outstanding people coming here, namely Ren Gui and Wu Chao. They still look a bit like. Can this Chen clan be able to level the two?"

"This old man has already given up gambling, but Ren Gui has inspired the door with his literary thoughts, and Wu Chao has broken down barriers with martial arts. Each has his own strengths. ," the white-haired old man shook his head, and then his expression changed slightly, "Oh? He picked the "Nine Songs", which is a bit interesting."

　Just confirmed the news, let me announce in advance, it may be on the shelves on Friday, 囧...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)