Vol 6 Chapter 167: On Mount Tai (Part 1

Chapter 167 on Mount Tai (the chapter name in the previous chapter is wrong)
Yun Lang wrapped his fur tightly. Even so, the cold wind was still biting, and he had to stand up and walk on his feet.
"Zhang Chi's dog day should be slashed!"
Cao Xiang wiped his nose and scolded fiercely.
Although it is cold at the foot of Mount Tai, there are tents, carriages to cover the cold, and the addition of wine and meat to supplement the heat, the cold weather does not have a great impact on a group of honors.
However, after ascending to the top of the mountain, Yunlang Cao Xiang learned that the mountain palace on the top of Mount Tai, built by Zhang Chi, the guardian of Taishan County, was small and pitiful. After the emperor and a king of princes lived in the palace, they filled the palace with full enthusiasm. At the foot of the mountain are naturally noble people. After coming to the top of the mountain, I discovered that there are many more people under the world than their noble people.
Especially when they are still young, they have to be polite to those old guys. When they come and go, the two young marquises of Han Dynasty can only live in a thin tent.
Those who can get permission to come to the top of the mountain basically have no one who can make them easily summoned.
The generals under the mountain, even if they wanted to send things up, were repelled by a group of civilian officials headed by Dong Zhongshu.
Dong Zhongshu stubbornly believes that the Han world is not rich. The nobles who have come to Fengshan Taishan should be self-denying and have three days of patience. After three hard days, they will go down the mountain. Above Taishan, in the place where the gods are concerned, the hardships It means piety.
"The old dog Dong Zhongshu was deliberate. He had gone up the mountain three days ago. The situation here. The old dog concealed his death. He was preparing to give our brother a horse. The halberd warrior is always at his majesty's side at all times, and does not need to be hungry with our brother.
Why did you say that we didn't expect to send someone up the mountain to see it? "
Yun Lang pulled the kimono up, covered his ears, and looked at the frost on the rock, saying: "Dare you send?"
Cao Xiang nodded and said, "It's true that he didn't dare, and His Majesty didn't inform us of the idea. These three days' crimes were settled.
You said that if I paid, would anyone give us his robes to cover our feet? "
"It's impossible. If you are willing to use your power to seduce, there will be someone willing."
"Am I stupid? Under my uncle's eyelids, make a wish for someone to be an official, do you think I live too long, right?"
"You can find some clever ones, you don't need to talk through them."
Cao Xiang sighed: "He dare to give it at this time, and I dare not ask for it unless I buy it with money."
Yun Lang laughed, and was blown by the cold wind, hitting a spirit and came to the leeward place.
A thin tent is simply not enough to block the cold wind at the top of the mountain, and it is not as reliable as the rocky mountains on the mountain.
The nobles on the mountain crowded the rocky peak of the mountain. In order not to cause the tragedy of the fire company, no fire was allowed on the top of the mountain.
The first emperor left six stone inscriptions on Mount Tai, all of which were preaching his achievements.
The emperor's tone of merit is almost the same, it is nothing more than "make a law of wiseness, all the products are suitable, and all have French styles."
The second is to leave a statement admonishing the children and grandchildren, it is nothing more than something like "succeed not to change, to honor the edict, and to always bear the ring".
In the past, Yun Lang saw the wordless stele of the first emperor on Mount Tai, and the words on it had been eroded by wind and rain.
This made Yun Lang feel very sorry. I thought I could see the content this time, but after looking around, there was no such monument! (The wordless stele on the top of the Jade Emperor is said to have been established by Emperor Qin Shihuang. The author has seen this stele and does n’t think so.)
Sima Qian stood honestly in the cold wind, and tremblingly printed all the inscriptions on Mount Tai, ready to add it to his book.
Because of his low official position, he was able to go to Taishan only because he was a historian.
However, no one is optimistic about his future as a historian. Even a scholar like Dong Zhongshu thinks that he has not lived for a few days.
For this reason, he didn't even get a thin-skin tent.
Today, Yun Lang and Cao Xiang overlapped the two tents they were assigned to, and the three were squeezed inside, so Sima Qian was not frozen to death by the cold wind on Mount Tai.
"Your Majesty's inscription has already been engraved."
Sima Qian, who had just returned from the outside, was very excited to Yun Lang hiding in the tent, Cao Xiang said.
Cao Xiang moaned: "Can't Dong Zhongshu engrave in advance?"
Sima Qianzheng said: "Engraving the inscription must be done after His Majesty sacrifices the heavens. Otherwise, it is disrespect to the gods.
After the inscription is completed, your majesty can truly carry out the Grand Zen Ceremony. You can rest assured that the craftsmen will engrave very quickly. There are dozens of craftsmen in a piece of inscription, and one day is enough. "
Cao Xiang took a bite of dry cake and said to Dongfang Shuo: "Don't be stupid this time, write your majesty better."
Sima Qian also took a bite of the hard-boiled pie: "I wait for the inscription of His Majesty to come out and say that, if there are some regrets in the inscription of His Majesty, I will naturally be a great book, if not, I will say my achievements A certain family is naturally upright. "
Cao Xiang said angrily: "Do you have to use your Majesty's name to make your history his name famous?"
Sima Qian looked at Cao Xiang contemptuously and said, "Those who know me say I am worried, but those who don't know me call me!"
Yun Lang looked at Sima Qiandao: "After you died, how many historians would you like to die with?"
Sima Qian proudly raised his hand and said: "Five! Your Majesty will not kill all five of them one by one."
Cao Xiang said with a sneer: "My uncle will kill all five of you at once, so that even if it is spread, my uncle will only kill the historian once, not five times!
It will not give you a chance to show your steadfastness and perseverance. You are dead, and then you can find an obedient historian. "
Sima Qian shouted, "How can this be?"
Cao Xiang said with a sneer: "I think what my uncle can't think of what I can think of? Over the years, you have seen when my uncle murdered.
You must not listen to Dong Zhongshu's people lie to you. When you die, you will find that no one speaks for you. "
Sima Qian knew that Cao Xiang was talking about real heartfelt words. After a long silence, he grinned abruptly and ate a few bites of dry cakes. He whispered: "I don't know the history books, we can only write based on legends. Tolerance, I will not tolerate the distortion of what I have seen in the history book.
Pingyanghou, there are too many fallacies in my "Historical Records". "
Yun Lang shook his head and said: "I think it is impossible for your majesty to treat you with the crime of writing a book, it is probably to give you another crime.
After all, after Taishan's feudal meditation, His Majesty's reputation is in the sky, he does not allow his good reputation to be contaminated with a little dust. "
Sima Qian smiled, and Zhao Yunlang arched with Cao Xiang, saying: "It's nothing more than a life. Your majesty wants it and takes it away."
This kind of dialogue has actually been carried out more than once or twice. After each conversation, Sima Qian will know the consequences more clearly.
His counterattack was a joke for the emperor, full of book anger.
In the evening, the mountain winds were stronger. The bronze giant tripod placed at the highest point of Mount Tai ignited a blazing fire. After a live sheep was thrown into the giant tripod, the flame was more intense. Liu Che fell down under the giant tripod, Dong Zhongshu called the gods The sound of enjoying steaming was carried away by the mountain breeze ~ EbookFREE.me ~ He clearly shouted exhaustedly, but everyone who was kneeling upwind could only hear a weak voice.
Perhaps, the gods in the sky could really hear his cry, maybe.
Kneeling in the cold wind for half an hour, Yun Lang, Cao Xiang, and Sima moved back to the tent like trembling like three jackdaws.
A fluffy meat ball bounced into the tent, Yun Lang embraced the warm son, and buried his face in the thick fur of his body ...
"Yeah has meat buns!"
Yun Zhe pulled out three freshly steamed buns from his arms, and Cao Xiang's eyeballs immediately turned green.
I grabbed a bun but didn't eat it, holding it in my hands and enjoying the rare heat.
Yun Lang and Sima Qian have a lot to learn. At this time, anything with heat is absolutely attractive to them.
Cao Xiang sniffed his nose and said to Yun Zhe: "My mother ... Yeye Hall, a Guan Neihou, even shook his heart for a bun, and his tears were coming down.