Our Hometown

Chapter One Five or Six

Sima Qian, who was wearing the clothes, walked in from the outside, took off her wet clothes, and sniffed her nose dissatisfiedly, “What’s the smell?”

Cao Xiang smiled and said: “The Chi Lan House should have this taste.”

Sima Qian couldn’t understand Cao Xiang’s words without a head and a tail. He hung up his clothes and came to the brazier, and found a pleasing leg of lamb to eat a bite.

Huo Qubing measured the satisfaction of the position of the three of them and said, “We are in the west where we are walking.”

Sima Qian continued: “Big fish drums, the king blocked the road.”

Cao Xiang laughed: “King Jibei is finished.”

Huo went in a puzzled way: “King Jibei is north of Jishui.”

Cao Xiang said without good intentions: “To the east of Chang’an!”

Yun Lang said: “There aren’t many kings, and it seems that your majesty wants to get rid of another country. Axiang, does Jibei have any handle in your majesty’s hands?”

“Old Crouching Tiger!

At that time, who made Liu Hu uneasy and participated in the bet between His Majesty, King Huainan, and King Liang. Although His Majesty won, it was also a terrible victory. Changshui Xiaowei Ying was considered lost by these people. .

The Eight Horsemen under Huainan King’s skill was not small, and his majesty almost failed.

It took several years for Liu Hu to dedicate Taishan area to His Majesty after the failure of King Huainan. This shows that this guy is still unwilling.

Two years ago, His Majesty was about to seal Zen Taishan and order King Jibei to build an imperial palace on Taishan and build a road to Mount Taishan. This matter did not work well for King Jibei and delayed it for two years.

Otherwise, His Majesty had already brought the great power to expel the Huns to conquer the Taishan Mountains, and now it is only done, it is for the dead.

In addition, I heard that the Jinbei royal palace was in chaos. Our King of Jinbei likes a beauty, and no matter who this beauty is, he comes to him if he has anything to do with him. The King of Jibei impeached several times, and he seems to have no repentance. Signs.

Anyway, Your Majesty wants to make excuses, there are always excuses. “

Sima Qian looked at the three people who had heated discussions, and wondered: “Your Majesty subordinates commended King Jibei, and showed no signs of killing King Jibei.”

Cao Xiang rolled his eyes contemptuously and said to Sima Qian: “You know nothing about my uncle!”

Huo went to the sick path: “Your Majesty is a person with distinct rewards and punishments. He must be rewarded for his merits, and he must be punished. After rewarding the King Jibei, he will be punished again. This is called reward and punishment. , Just don’t cut your head.

Sima, you have to be careful too. When I pleaded with the sergeants a few days ago, Your Majesty was reading your book. I had only reprimanded me to help those soldiers. The result was beyond my expectations. His Majesty kicked seven or eight feet, remember to kick on my calf until he kicked me out of the tent.

This is very difficult to understand.

I thought about it for a long time, that is, when I went, Your Majesty was angry, and it was not your assassin’s anger, but your anger.

What I suffered was the innocence, the innocence you brought. “

Cao Xiang said with a lip in his mouth: “Showing your record of” Great Wind Song “which is emperor Taizu Gao’s mind, it is revealed in a few words, but it is clear that the record of a folk song” Gao Zu Returning Home “is clear I remember clearly for a while–

——When the big man got off the car, everyone gave gifts, and the big man looked at him like nothing. The old villagers of the villages spread their feet and bowed their waists, and the big man dressed in a hand. Meng Keli looked up and looked at it for a long time, and it broke my chest.

Your surname is Liu, and your wife’s surname is Lu. Count your two children from the beginning. You make a few wines as a pavilion, you teach a village to read a few books. I lived in the east of Izhuang, and also fed cattle and cut grass with me, and dragged the hoe.

Spring harvested mulberry, winter borrowed my millet, zero pieces of rice wheat countless. Chang Tianqiang weighed Ma Sanwei and repaid the wine debt and stole the beans. Is there a shit? The calendar is clearly marked, and the documents are on display.

Less of my money, I will pay back the internal rotation; my millet will be exempted from tax and food. Only Liu San, who would hold you back? What changed Bai’s surname to call Han Gaozu!

Hahaha … Although it is all true … Are you recorded this way, are you not afraid of His Majesty’s anger? “

Hearing Cao Xiang recite a record of “The Ancestor of Gaozu”, Yun Lang sighed secretly-this is a small song written by later generations that he recited while he was talking to Huo Guang. The channel has spread.

The purpose is to eliminate the mystery and majesty of the imperial power. Unexpectedly, Sima Qian heard from the country and recorded it, which finally caused the current situation.

For this matter, the embroidered clothes messenger madly arrested many people and caused many deaths and injuries.

Sima Qian’s manuscript Yunlang was read, and Dongfang Shuo was also corrected. Both of them proposed to delete this thing.

In desperation, Sima Qian arrived and died, and wrote a special chapter to tell the emperor the matter, and asked the emperor if he could write it or record it.

What else can the emperor say?

It can only be said that Sima Qian is a historian, and he will naturally weigh it!

It stands to reason that, at this time, Sima Qian should conceal the honor for the Venerable, not to mention this matter.

What’s more, the emperor sent someone to secretly signal Sima Qian, the historian, to hide the matter.

Unexpectedly, Sima Qian refused to do so after all, and he courageously recorded it, and after the publication was completed, he gave the emperor a set …

Sima Qian smiled and shook his head: “Yunhou in the ancient times has accused me of making up things. If I can’t record the things in the modern times, when the later generations of historians record the history of the Han Dynasty, shouldn’t they also record the ancients like me In the same period, was it also made up?

Since a certain family has opened a history book, it is necessary to prevent future generations from making history books and tell future generations a real Han dynasty.

If your majesty kills me, I will kill my neck. I have told my father that after I die, he must come to his majesty as soon as possible. If his majesty has deleted the facts written in this book, he will fill it in as soon as possible. “

Cao Xiang took a cool breath and said, “What if your majesty also beheaded Uncle Sima?”

Sima Qian smiled slightly, stroking his chest and said: “If my father is also dead, my son-in-law Yang Chang promised to take over as historian and record again!”

“Are you afraid of hurting your son-in-law?”

Sima Qian shook his head confidently: “It’s impossible. Although your majesty has been tyrannical, she is still a generation of emperors. It’s impossible that even Cui Zhu’s gangsters like this are not as good.

Killing a family and killing my father is enough to vent my anger, and then killing my son-in-law will cause the indignation of the scholars in the world.

Moreover, that little song will only spread more widely because of the death of my father and son!

My son-in-law just used my father’s and son’s blood to pave the way for future historians to record facts! “

After listening to Sima Qian’s plan, the three people present could not persuade them anymore.

Because Sima Qian is burying his ideals and seeking the foundation of all historians for the historians, the planners are large, and life is not worth mentioning compared to such plans.

Cao Xiang and Huo Qiao’s disease naturally set their eyes on Yun Lang.

After all, as soon as “Historical Records” came out, Yun couldn’t get rid of the relationship.

Yun Lang also felt that he shouldn’t be separated from the relationship. The disaster was unintentionally spread out by himself, and it should be a bit involved.

“It’s okay, this is Yun Yun’s role!”

Sima Qian greeted Yun Lang with a fist and gave a gift.

When he decided to write that little song, he had the idea of ​​martyrdom. After all, a book wants to be passed on to future generations, valued by future generations, and does not bleed or die. There is really no weight to persuade future generations.

He had long discussed with his father ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ If Sima wants to spread the ages, making “Historical Records” a historian of the historian, sacrifice is indispensable.

He could only express regret for the involvement of Yun’s. Unexpectedly, Yun Lang was willing to be implicated. Sure enough, he was the one whom Sima Qian valued.

There is nothing to say about the matter of benevolence.

Huo Gouyi still regrets how much he was written as a relative. He wanted to find Sima Qian and said that now, Emperor Taizu Gao has been faithfully recorded by Sima Qian, and he can’t say anything about it.

He is a foreigner, this cannot be denied!

Sima Qian nibbled over a leg of sheep and left the tent happily.

When he left, Yun Lang and the three people lost interest in drinking and chatting.

Huo went sick and stood up and said to Yun Lang and Cao Xiang: “The heavy rain won’t stop at half past one. I will go to bed.”

Having said that, he lifted the tent curtain and bumped into the pouring rain.