Everything around me was almost the same as the fire before. Although I was in front of me, at this moment, I felt blurry in front of me. I didn’t know whether it was the snow that was soaring, or the tears surging in my eyes that blurred my vision. In fact, I couldn’t see his figure at all. I just walked forward step by step based on my past memories.

As I walked through a long corridor, I turned my head and saw the veranda standing on the other side.

There has not even been a change there.

Nian Shen walked in front and noticed that I was not following behind me. He stopped and looked back at me: "Aunt Qing, why don't you leave?"

“…”

He looked at me and then looked at that side according to my gaze.

Then, he seemed to understand something.

A gloomy expression appeared on his small face.

At this moment, neither of them could speak. Caiwei, who had no idea about what happened before, gently pulled my sleeve and whispered: "Madam, your prince is still waiting for you."

I turned my head to look at her, then looked at Nian Shen in front of me, and then smiled.

"Let's go."

"Um."

He didn't ask a word, turned around and continued walking forward. I glanced at the lanai again and continued walking forward.

After a while, I arrived at the library.

I rarely came to Jixian Hall’s library. This is a place where books are collected, similar to those in the palace. However, the books here are more inclined to literature and history, and are mostly used by princes and princes to study. Nian Shen led me up to those steps and said, “In recent years, the teacher has stopped teaching, but has focused on recording some ancient books in the library.”

"Yeah?"

"Yes, my father ordered people to move many books from the inner cabinet and other places here and hand them over to the teacher for editing."

I smiled faintly.

In fact, Fu Badai may not be a bookworm willing to learn books. When Pei Yuanhao summoned him into the palace, he could see that the three policy programs he proposed to the emperor that this person had the heart to enter the world and had been studying in Tianmu Temple before. Perhaps it was just because the time had not come, and he had never met anyone who could make him realize his ambitions.

But now, he has returned to these mountains of books.

What exactly does he think?

Seeing that he was about to reach the gate, I said softly: "Mr. Fu, is he in good health?"

“…”

It was just a very simple question, but Min Shen stopped for a moment and did not answer me immediately.

I saw his slightly frowning brows.

"What's wrong?"

"..." He looked up at me.

I felt something was wrong: "What's wrong with Mr. Fu? Is there anything wrong?"

Nian Shen was silent for a moment, then raised his head and looked at the front, and then said, "He is inside, Aunt Qing, you can go in and see him yourself."

After saying that, he turned around and walked away without waiting for me to reply. Some little eunuchs followed us from afar. He walked over and told us not to let others enter the library to disturb us, and then left.

My brows became even tighter.

Caiwei walked to me: "Madam, what's wrong?"

I said, "Caiwei, you are also guarding outside. I didn't tell you not to come in. I'll go in to pay homage to my teacher."

She nodded: "I get it."

After saying that, I walked over and gently pushed open the door.

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The room was dark.

Although there was heavy snow outside and the sun had not been seen for several days, it was still very bright. It was a bit surprising that this library would be so dark, but you can see it by looking around. It was full of tall bookshelfs, and each bookshelves were lined with scrolls and bamboo slips, emitting an indescribable, faint cold and musty smell.

When people walk here, it is like the sunset and the twilight is coming, and everything is about to fall into darkness. No matter what, you can't read the book clearly.

However, some people don’t have to read books here.

When I stepped into the high threshold and just walked in, I saw two bookshelves not far from the door. The books on it were not as full as other bookshelfs, but there were only a few scattered books. Between these two bookshelfs, there was a table standing across, and a man was kneeling there, lowering his head and writing quickly.

This scene appeared in the cold library, which was not surprising.

I was not surprised that he didn't even light a lamp on the table, because I knew that his eyes could see everything in the world without lighting the lamp many years ago.

But when I approached and saw him clearly, my breathing was still suffocated.

The person in front of me was the great scholar from Shu. My teacher, Fu Badai, who had set up a court or a fifteen-year pattern in the Central Plains. His appearance was the same as before, with clear eyes and straight nose bridges. Even under the dim light, he could see more and more brown marks on his face, and the wrinkles on the corners of his eyes and lips increased a lot compared to that of the past, making him look a little older.

However, his oldness did not come from those marks, nor was it because of the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and lips.

I clearly remember that when he entered the palace, his hair was only shaved in the length of the tiny, his hair was gray, and he looked like an ascetic. Even though he did not continue to shave his head in the palace later, his hair was not too long. But now he saw that his hair was already long, and he was randomly tied behind his head with a strip of cloth.

The hair was snow-white.

I couldn't believe my eyes, for fear that I would be dazzled, or that the heavy snow flying in the sky outside the house would fall on his head, and he would turn white. But when I walked over step by step, walked to the table, looked down, but I could see the white hair one by one, like silver threads, as white as snow.

I was frozen there.

The white-haired old man still held the pen in his hand, lowered his head and wrote quickly. When he finished writing the last line, he solemnly dropped the last stroke. He felt as if he was relieved, rubbed it with one hand, touched the pen holder on the table, and slowly put the pen on it.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Then, he raised his head and looked at me.

"You're back."

His voice was clearly familiar, but I remember that in the past, he always spoke with a faint smile and indifference, as if a natural spring with sweetness. Even if he just listened to him saying a word or reciting a poem, he would feel great comfort. But now, the voice is still his voice, but it is as old as the bamboo slips piled up in this room, recording those cultures, but it is so old that people are almost unable to distinguish.

I slowly knelt at the table, in front of him.

"teacher……"

Hearing my voice, he seemed to have received a confirmation and nodded softly: "It's good to come back. I'm counting, you should come back too."

My voice was a little hoarse, especially looking at his messy hair, which had not been combed properly, and asked directly: "What's going on?"

"Um?"

"Teacher's hair - are you sick?"

"Haha," he laughed: "I don't have that time to get sick."

"Then why?"

He seemed to have heard the wetness and crying voice from my voice. He sighed lightly, and said nothing more. He just picked up the booklet he had just written and blew a few sips at the words on it. The library was cold and wet. Perhaps because the people who burned Jixian Hall before were still scared, the fireworks here were even more extinct, so he had finished writing for a while, but the handwriting had not been completely dry.

After a few blows, I finally saw that the ink traces slowly dry.

Then he handed the book in front of me.

I took it and saw that it was Zhu You Thirteenth Case.

This is an ancient book that has been extinct. According to legend, it was written by Emperor Huangdi of Xuanyuan. I have only heard of this thing during oral transmission of people. I didn’t expect it to be true, and I saw the real chapter in his writing.

At this moment, my heart suddenly beat.

I looked up at him: "Teacher, this is-"

"It was in the ancient books I brought from Xichuan to the capital," he said, sighing: "But that fire was gone, nothing."

My heartbeats even harder.

"Teacher, are you recording the ancient books you made?"

"good."

“…”

Nian Shen said before that he recorded ancient books in this library. I thought he was like the one who told me that he had used some of his own to copy them again. Now I came to my senses. His eyes were blind. How could he see them? How could he do the copying work?

What he was going to record was not the existing lonely ancient books, but the ancient books that he still remembered in his mind and had been burned!

Like me, he used the lotus sitting cross-legged posture to close his five senses, enter the deepest part of his spiritual realm, recalling the ancient books and books he collected but did not retain, and then, after waking up, he recorded them!

I turned my head and looked at the bookshelf beside me.

No wonder the books on these two bookshelf are scattered, and they are not as many as other bookshelfs, because they are all recorded by him based on his own memoirs.

Four years have passed, but only ten books!

I lowered my head, looked at his snow-white hair, and suddenly understood what was coming.

"Teacher, your hair-"

Hearing my trembling voice, he seemed to understand something, reached out and touched his sideburns, and then said, "I know."

“…”

"But I can't care about it."

“…”

"While my blood has not been vomited yet, I can record a few books, what are the books."

“…”

Yes, at the beginning, I just wanted to recall the map on the silk squid I opened at the Tie Family, and all of them vomited blood. He - what he recalled was so many books, and many of them were decaying. He had only read them once. To record them like this, it was not his spirit, but his essence and blood!

I felt a sensation in my chest, and it was indescribable, and I looked at him: "Teacher..."

Before I finished speaking, a thought suddenly flashed through my mind.
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