The historian can't write

Chapter 1 Compilation of the History Museum

Thick black clouds billowed in the sky, covering the sun, and the sky and the earth fell into gloom.A few jackdaws screamed and flew into the barren hills.

Cui Jingxing was standing at the foot of the mountain in his single clothes. He didn't know how he got here, and he didn't know where it was. There was no one around.

He looked at the road up the mountain, he should not go any further, but there seemed to be something calling him on the mountain, he hesitated for a moment and walked into the barren mountain along the rugged path.

The ancient trees in the barren mountain were dense, with luxuriant branches and leaves covering the sky and blue sky. As soon as he entered the mountain, it was obviously a hot weather, but there was heavy snow in the sky.

Cui Jingxing stretched out his hand, and the snowflakes spun and landed on his fingertips, which turned out to be bright red, like drops of blood.He looked up and saw countless red snowflakes falling from the branches.

This is not a good omen, Cui Jingxing panicked, wrapped his single clothes tightly, and wanted to turn down the mountain.As soon as he turned around, the path down the mountain behind him disappeared, replaced by endless mass graves.

There should be no tombstone in the mass grave, but there is a stone tablet in front of the front grave, with only the word "Mu" engraved on it.

Cui Jingxing was suddenly taken aback, took two steps back and fell to the ground.

As the wind blew, more than a hundred figures appeared on the graves of the Mass Burial Mound.He squinted his eyes and looked carefully, and was about to call for help, when he suddenly found that the group of people had no heads on their necks at all!

"Ah!" Cui Jingxing shuddered suddenly, and only heard a click, and the wooden pen holder fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Cui Jingxing opened his eyes and looked blankly at the rows of bookshelves around him, his consciousness slowly returning.He looked down at the clerk of the Ministry of Punishment who was under his hands, and it was just a nightmare he had just now.

"What is the origin of this Cui Jingxing?" Shen Xiuzhuan asked without raising his head while revising the historical manuscript in his hand, "Since he took office in our history museum, he hasn't said a word for more than a month. The sky is either nested in the library, or it is nested in the library."

"Didn't he do all the tasks assigned to him?"

"It's done." Shen Xiuzhuan put down the pen in his hand, lest the ink drip and stain the paper, and continued, "But Bai Xiuzhuan, don't you think he's a bit dull?"

Bai Xiuzhuan said: "I heard that Cui Xiuzhuan used to be a member of the Imperial Academy, and he memorized the classics and history collections backwards. No matter how obscure the book is, he can recite it for you."

Shen Xiuzhuan was amazed, "How could such a well-educated person be reduced to our pension office?"

"Oh, what a pity, Cui Xiuzhuan is a person who can only endorse books and only endorses books. He is a real nerd. He can't even talk about war on paper, and it is useless."

"Based on what's in his mind, it's okay to stay in the Hanlin Academy for the paperwork."

Bai Xiuzhuan kept shaking his head, "Look at how many people his face can offend."

Shen Xiuzhuan fell silent, Cui Jingxing was not ugly, on the contrary, he was feminine and beautiful, with a pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed to be shimmering, and when he bowed his head and raised his head at a glance, it was romantic. It's a pity that this person is very dull. God's eyes are dimmed.

But even dull beauties are beauties, and there are so many old-fashioned people in the Hanlin Academy, and they hate Cui Jingxing, a man with a male and female appearance that is too eye-catching.And Cui Jingxing is dull and won't please others, so he was pushed out to the history museum every time he came and went.

Shen Xiuzhuan came back to his senses, looked down at the half-written history manuscript in his hand, "Tomorrow is the first day of the new year, right?"

In today's Daxing Kingdom, the emperor ascended the throne at a young age and was mediocre and incompetent. The right prime minister, Mu Shufeng, controlled the government. The empress dowager also wanted to have a hand, but Mu Shufeng was really domineering. He ruled the court, and no one else could say a word. If someone dared to say the last sentence of objection, that person would lose his official uniform tomorrow at least, or lose his head at worst.

And Mu Shufeng is also the supervisor of the history museum. He must come to the history museum to review the historical manuscripts on the first day of every month. Li, maybe a word or a movement can make Mu Shufeng unhappy.So every first day of the new year, everyone in the history museum was worried, for fear of offending this evil star.

Bai Xiuzhuan said: "That's right, Mr. Mu will come to the bureau tomorrow. We have all had our turn to submit a document to Mr. Mu to report on our duties. It's Cui Xiuzhuan's turn tomorrow." No one wants to spend time with Mu Shufeng In the room, several editors from the History Museum could only come in rotation. There were originally three people, but now Cui Jingxing was added.

Shen Xiuzhuan said: "Cui Xiuzhuan has never met Mr. Mu, I will go and explain to him, lest he make a mistake tomorrow and annoy Mr. Mu."

"Alright."

Cui Jingxing's whereabouts are easy to find, nine times he is in the library, he hides in the library all day long, so there is no place to stay for the classics.Shen Xiuzhuan knocked on the door, and when he heard movement inside, he opened the door and went in, "Cui Xiuzhuan."

Cui Jingxing looked up at him, still holding a pen in his hand, his face was smeared with ink and he didn't know it, he was a stupid nerd who read all the time.

Shen Xiuzhuan smiled and said: "Tomorrow is the first day of the new year. Mr. Mu came to pass the bureau as usual. It's your turn to report on your duties and submit documents. I will explain the rules to you."

Cui Jingxing nodded honestly, "Thank you Shen Xiuzhuan."

Shen Xiuzhuan pulled a chair next to him, "Master Mu is coming tomorrow, you should wipe the table and chairs with a clean handkerchief first, and remember to be in front of Master Mu, who especially likes cleanliness."

Cui Jingxing wrote it down neatly with a pen.

This kind of thing has to be written down in notes. It's really stupid and pedantic. Shen Xiuzhuan thought it was funny, but he didn't say much, so he let him go, "Master Mu, you can answer if you ask you, and you don't ask you. Don't talk too much... Well, why do I say this, when he asks you, you can thank God if you can say a few more words. "

Cui Jingxing raised his head and smiled embarrassedly.Shen Xiuzhuan didn't even know how he could see simplicity from this soft and beautiful face. A nerd really couldn't use common sense to figure it out, "Master Mu doesn't like to drink tea, and there will be hot water in the teapot. If it's cold, you can drink it." Bring the jug out, there's someone out there waiting to change it. He won't be distracted while he's going about his business, and you don't have to worry about other things. That's the main thing, and the rest you go with."

Cui Jingxing nodded seriously.The more serious he was, the more hairy Shen Xiuzhuan became, so he added: "If Mr. Mu asks you a question and you don't know how to answer it, just say 'I am ashamed of you, my lord is wise'. If Mr. Mu asks you to do it, you don't know what to do." You should say, 'My lord is stupid, please show me clearly', and when Mr. Mu finished giving instructions, you should say 'My lord is wise'."

Cui Jingxing smiled again, "Shen Xiuzhuan, I know this."

Shen Xiuzhuan was a little embarrassed, this kid was dumb but not stupid, he accidentally took Cui Jingxing for a fool.He coughed dryly, looked away awkwardly, glanced at the files and documents spread out on the table, paused for a moment, "Liang Shi case?" Isn't this a case from 20 years ago?

Mu Pingsheng, the supervisor of the history museum 20 years ago, was ordered to compile the history of the former dynasty. I don’t know what he wrote. In the end, he was imprisoned by the nine clans, and more than 100 members of the family were all beheaded. After more than half a month, on rainy days, the bloody smell from the underground of Caishikou can still come out.Since then, the History Museum has been reduced from a hot status to a low-level yamen, and no one dares to mention the history of the previous dynasty.

At that time 20 years ago, Shen Xiuzhuan had just entered the court and became an official. Mu Pingsheng, who had been in full swing, had his family ruined overnight. Unfortunately, those innocent close relatives of the nine clans were also implicated.

There is also Mu Pingsheng's only youngest son, who was only seven years old. He was obviously a child prodigy who could read and write, but died in the execution ground at a young age.

Shen Xiuzhuan shook his head, "It's really bad luck, how did you turn it out?" The Liang Shi case was a bloody knife hanging on the head of the History Museum, and the History Museum didn't dare to dwell too much on it. After the summary document was delivered, the History Museum took over with just a few records of Liang Shi's case.

Cui Jingxing looked down at the documents of the Ministry of Punishment under his hands, "I accidentally found it, so I took a look."

Shen Xiuzhuan saw that Cui Jingxing was too dazed and didn't know how to measure, so he kindly reminded: "You can just look at stuff related to the history of the previous dynasty, and don't touch it lightly."

Cui Jingxing shook his head and said, "It's okay, there are no books about previous dynasties in the history museum."

After hearing this, Shen Xiuzhuan nodded and said: "It's true, since the Liang Shi case, the first emperor burned all the books related to the previous dynasty, and even the manuscripts left by Mu Pingsheng disappeared from this world."

Cui Jingxing said in a low voice: "It's a pity... so many books are gone."

Shen Xiuzhuan was excited, and warned again: "Don't go out and talk nonsense about this. Although the late emperor burned books, he kept a copy of many books, but they were locked in the secret pavilion." What a bookworm, Dare to say anything outrageous, but luckily I reminded him.

Cui Jingxing smiled shyly.

Shen Xiuzhuan's ears became hot from his laughter, he coughed lightly, got up and said: "It's getting late, there's nothing else to do in the history museum, go home early and have a rest, recharge your energy, when I see Lord Mu tomorrow Don't lose your temper."

Cui Jingxing nodded, put together all the documents and files on the table, and put them neatly back to their original positions on the bookshelf. When the paper, ink, pens and inkstones on the table were all put away, he didn't know how to say hello to other people, and put them away. A newly transcribed scroll was stuffed into his sleeve, and he left the history museum with a muffled sound.

When he walked, his posture was upright, his waist was straight, his hands were tucked into his wide cuffs and he was holding the scroll, he lowered his head and ignored the things around him, and his steps were very slow, walking out of his own rhythm.If it wasn't on the street, he seemed to be able to take out the book at any time and memorize it with a shake of his head, really like an extremely pedantic nerd holding a shelf.

Cui Jingxing has been an official for less than ten years and his salary is not much, the house is not bought well, and he doesn't have a carriage, so he just walked back along the street in a leisurely way.He walked for a while and stood in front of a roadside stall to rest for a while. Seeing a commotion in front of the pastry shop in front of him, he stretched his head to look.

I saw a tall and straight young man walking from the crowd, he looked less than 30 years old, with a pair of slender phoenix eyes under the knife-like eyebrows, thin lips slightly faded, and his eyes were calm and not angry Self-prestige, lined with a dark green gown, is daunting.

The young man already had a cold face, but when he walked he was full of vigor, with a cold and murderous look. He was probably a powerful person who had been in the position for a long time.

This is a busy city, and there are many people coming and going. Most of them don't know the young man, but they are not hindered by the momentum. They push each other to squeeze on both sides of the road, and subconsciously make way for the young man.

Cui Jingxing used to stand far away, but he has always been nestled in the house reading books. His body is weak, and the people around him are not weak, so they pushed him out. The young man rushed over.

The young man didn't have time to dodge, and was caught by Cui Jingxing.

It was as if Cui Jingxing jumped into the air all of a sudden, directly overwhelming the "light and fluttering" person.

The young man's eyes were dull for a few breaths, and then the corners of his mouth sank slightly, his face was still expressionless, his gaze fell on Cui Jingxing's body like a sharp sword and stopped, then he didn't say a word, the air pressure around him was extremely low.

"Do you know who I am?" The young man's voice was very deep and sweet, but it was full of cold killing intent, which made people chill.

Cui Jingxing didn't know who this person was, but he also knew that he was someone who could not be offended. His body was slightly stiff, his eyes closed suddenly, his head tilted, and he fell on top of him and fell into a "coma".

The young man froze for a moment, and poked Cui Jingxing's fair forehead with his fingertips in extreme disgust. A red mark was made on the poke, but the other party did not wake up. His face was dark and he slapped Cui Jingxing away from his body.

After the young man stood up, he kept his face gloomy, staring at Cui Jingxing, and saw that pair of thick eyelashes outlined a flowing arc, such a pair of natural eyes was really rare.He was slightly taken aback, standing there wondering what to think about, finally took out a handkerchief to wipe his fingers, turned and left without saying a word.

There was a man in an official robe standing at the street corner. When he saw the young man approaching, he showed a little surprise on his face and hurriedly saluted, "Lord Mu."

Mu Shufeng nodded slightly, glanced sideways at Cui Jingxing who was still lying on the ground in the distance, the corners of his slightly raised eyes seemed to be pierced with a machete on Cui Jingxing's body, "Find out the identity of this person, and go to the Shangshu Mansion to find him later. I."

"Yes." The official saluted respectfully. He didn't stand up straight until Mu Shufeng's shadow turned into the street corner and could no longer be seen. here?"

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Readers who are confused about the various official positions in the article, please see the following general summary:

The system of the history museum in this article refers to the system of the history museum of the Tang Dynasty: the prime minister supervises the revision, does his own work on weekdays, goes to the history museum to supervise the revision every once in a while, is responsible for reviewing or editing historical manuscripts, and holds a small meeting with the historian.There are fixed official positions in the History Museum: History Museum Compiler, Zhishi Museum, and other miscellaneous official positions.I won’t go into details about the specific positions for the time being. Everything in this article is subject to what is written in this article (it will not be too different from the Tang system), okay~(*￣з￣).

(This article is not a drama)