Rule the Roost in the Tang Dynasty: Forty-two million books

The weather began to cool down slowly, and the originally extremely hot and unbearable weather gradually disappeared under the breeze, and the flowers in the palace were also refreshed, vying to bloom in the most beautiful posture.

Occasionally in the morning when there is dew like pearls, it is moisturized and dotted with blooming delicate flowers. The dew wets the clothes, but it is rare for people to find a trace of refreshment in the cool air.

Jingzhe and Cheetah, after more than 20 days of training by Li Hong, the three heads jointly explored the professional abilities of spies and agents. Stumbled and reluctantly, they finally achieved Li Hong's goal. In his words, they are now the first batch of amateur agents.

Some blunt vocabulary made Jingzhe and Cheetah find it difficult to understand. Li Hong lay on the table and pointed to the cotton he had drawn. After spending a long time explaining it, the two of them still seemed to understand, angry Li Hong Throwing the charcoal pen, pointed at the two people and cursed Yumu's head, not knowing how to resuscitate!

Bai Chun, who is accustomed to life in the harem, wears a purple skirt with narrow sleeves, which sets off the exquisite figure just right, which should be convex and warped. At this moment, he was leaning on the door frame and knocking the seeds, looking at Li Hong who was frustrated in front of him.

Li Hong glared at her dissatisfiedly, and said viciously: "Pay attention to the image. This is a palace, not a brothel. Look at your image of leaning on the door frame and licking melon seeds. It's like a lively old bust. Son."

Bai Chun suddenly felt as if someone had stepped on his tail, the original charming, seductive and charming image disappeared in no time, and an old hen with a baby chick encountered an eagle's posture.

Wrote the hips and walked to Li Hong's table, put the melon seeds in his hands, and said with hands on hips: "I am the 13th daughter of King Kucz, not an old bust! Also, this is what you painted Cotton or white clouds in the sky? Even I can’t understand that your painting is cotton! Huh."

Li Hong scratched his head in embarrassment when he saw Bai Chun scolding his own paintings. The paintings were indeed a little reluctant. Suddenly remembered something and asked: "How do you know cotton?"

"Of course there is planting in the Kingdom of Kucha. What's so strange about it. Oh, the little girl thought you know all the things in this world, but you don't know." Bai Chun is not without Said shockedly.

Since this period of time, she has almost been scared to death by the Daiwang. Whether it’s a big matter or a small love, this Daiwang can always tell one, two or three, and she doesn’t know how many books she has read at a young age. It was so profound.

"Can you not speak so bitterly and meanly? I think you are an old bust..." Li Hong looked at Bai Chun with his hands on his hips and glared at him, stopped talking, walked to Bai Chun and held him. Bai Chun's jade hand shook a few times and said, "Tell them what kind of cotton is."

Bai Chun is only mean in her mouth, but as long as Li Hong asks her for help, she always agrees immediately. As for whether Li Hong is still scolding her, I have forgotten it long ago. .

Throwing away Li Hong's little hand and walking to the desk, he glanced at the word cotton and the picture of cotton written by Li Hong, Bai Chun said disgustedly: "Oh, this word is really ugly, and I am embarrassed to take it."

Li Hong was too lazy to quarrel with him. He couldn't help it. His ugly handwriting was famous among the royal children, so he couldn't write easily. I also wondered that this writing skill didn't follow, he was reincarnated into this life together with his ninth reincarnation identity, and now because of his young age, the characters he wrote were crooked.

Bai Chun explained the characteristics and shape of cotton to Jingzhe and Cheetah in detail, and then drew a pattern of cotton for two of them.

This turned his head to look at Li Hong, who was dying on his chair, and asked curiously: "What do you want this cotton for? Although it is said to be good for keeping out the cold, isn't the kapok of Datang also able to keep out the cold? Why do you have to stay close and seek further?"

Cotton is originally produced in India and Arabia. It has just been introduced to the Western Regions in recent years, and it is still a long way from being introduced to the Tang Dynasty.

At this time, Datang's anti-cold thing, in addition to animal fur, is kapok. Naturally, ordinary people can't afford good fur and can only use kapok, but kapok cannot be filled for heating, and can only be used for pillows and mattresses. In fact, to put it plainly, it is kapok.

The most famous thing about kapok cloth is the "Kapok robes", a token of Buddhism. At this time, the kapok robes are in the hands of Hongren, the fifth ancestor of Zen. It will not be long before this kapok robes will be passed into the hands of the sixth ancestor Hui Neng, but in the end, it was taken by Wu Mei from Hui Neng's hands and worshipped. In the palace.

Li Hong slumped on the chair, and said weakly: "You'll know then." Don't those idiots in the Western Regions know that cotton can play? Is it an excellent protection against the cold after playing?

He didn’t say anything to Bai Chun. With the help of Xia Zhi, he sat down on the chair again, and said to the cheetah and Jingzhe: “Let’s set off tomorrow. You must remember what I said. You must be careful, rather If it fails, you can't reveal your final plan! Also, this old bust...wrong, Bai Chun drew you cotton, buy as much as you want, don't be too much, not too much money, just write a letter and ask for the summer solstice. Now she is a rich woman, she is probably richer than my mother!"

Thinking of this, Li Hong couldn’t help but think about it. The father gave the money to himself first. Recently, the carriage with the name of his acting king ran to the palace every three to five, except for accepting it at Chengtian Gate. After the inspection, it is Yangwu inspection.

Glass ornaments, large and small, were transported into the Imperial Palace's Ministry of Internal Affairs and Yeting Palace. Within a few days, the lanterns inside and outside the palace were replaced with glass lampshades. Wine glasses, sober glasses, etc. were all taken out by Li Zhi without exception. Even in some important places, Li Zhi replaced the candle holders with glass.

Recently, Li Zhi left the ministers or foreign envoys to banquets in the palace every day. Whenever he looked at the ministers or foreign envoys, he held a glass wine glass and drank carefully, for fear of breaking. Li Zhi's vanity that came out of nowhere was immensely satisfied.

Seeing the appearance of the officials or foreign envoys has become a major hobby of him. After the banquet, he leads the officials to change palaces to enjoy singing and dancing, walking on the roads of the palace and admiring the colorful palace lanterns. , Li Zhi was really happy. Show off and show off again! no way! Just rich!

After Li Hong left Cheetah and Jingzhe, his performance in recent days almost caused Wu Mei and Li Zhi's jaws to fall to the ground.

Early every morning, carrying his small backpack, come over to ask for peace. Then, without being urged by anyone, he bounced and hummed a song that didn’t know the tune, then went to Hongwenkan to study, and his subjective initiative was missed. The improvement for no reason left Li Zhi and Wu Mei dumbfounded.

Looking at Li Hong singing and dancing happily like a bird rising early in the morning, Li Zhi murmured to Wu Mei: "Would you like to find a monk to do it for him? Find a Taoist priest to drive him away?" /

Wu Mei almost didn't faint when he heard this, she pinched Li Zhi's waist angrily, turned her head and went back to the palace. Such an inconspicuous father really... let Li Hong contagious? Wu Mei thought.

Li Hong rummaged through the books in Hongwenguan, and finally found a tiny little script on a scroll of bamboo slips. There is a record in the "Ben Sutra", also known as "Shen Nong's Materia Medica".

And this book has also been included in the "Sui Shu—Jing Ji Zhi". Holding the bamboo slips, Li Hong shook his head helplessly. The Chinese nation has a long history of five thousand years. All inventions and creations are basically based on Pharmacologically related.

It is this mercury, such a poisonous thing, that was invented because of drugs. I really don’t know whether it should be happy or sad.

Take the bamboo slips to find Shangguanyi, let the family help him find the "Ben Sutra".

Shangguanyi asked a question mark in his head. This generation of kings either didn't learn, or he plunged into the library of the Imperial College, and spent the day without eating or drinking.

As a gentleman, Shangguanyi looked at a serious Li Hong, first touched his forehead, and then tried to touch Li Hong's forehead~ IndoMTL.com~ This generation of kings will not be evil.

"Why is Daiwang uncomfortable? Want to find the "Ben Jing" to study pharmacology and prescribe a prescription for yourself?" Shangguanyi said thoughtfully.

Li Hong opened his hand impatiently, and said angrily: "I'm not sick."

"Why did the king look for such a rare book?"

"I'm sick now!" Li Hong was speechless.

"The king of that generation should find an imperial doctor. On behalf of the king, the minister still hopes that you will go to the doctor first and come back when you are cured..." Shangguanyi Tang Xuanzang said as if he was possessed.

"Shangguanyi, this king has ordered you to give me the "Book of Classics" now, otherwise you will be disrespectful!" Li Hong shouted at an angry nonsense.

Shangguanyi stroked his beard, looked at Li Hong with great relief, and said: ‘Dai Wang finally knows how to go to school, it’s not easy. It's not in vain that the old man worked hard. "

But Li Hong was stunned by the next scene, watching that under the command of Shangguanyi, several people were in and out of the library of the Imperial College, and then there was a pile of bamboo slips in front of him.

Li Hong looked at Shangguanyi in a daze, and muttered: "Sir, don't you tell me this is "The Classic"?"

Shangguan Yifu smiled and said proudly: "Yes, all the bamboo scrolls in the "Book of Classics" are here, and they are intact."

Li Hong sighed involuntarily, patted his head, blamed himself for being too anxious, and forgot the famous saying of the ancients that "reading ten thousand books is worse than traveling ten thousand miles".

Ten thousand books does not refer to ten thousand books, but one book! The word Wanjuan is just the best annotation for the pile of small bamboo rolls in front of you.

Before the advent of ancient paper, bamboo slips were the only way to burn books. And if a book catches up with the author's neurotic, talented person, and wants to borrow a book to become famous, it often happens that a room of bamboo slips is a book.