The Heavenly Platform of the Imperial Astronomer.
In addition to numerous complicated observation instruments, the top floor was also used to store books. The three walls of books were several feet high, so many ladders were needed to hold the books. It was already late at night. Only an old man and his errand boy were there. The old man had read too much that his eyes were hurt. With an ancient book under his arm, he staggered out of the inner room and came to the Path of Picking Stars that protruded out of a wall. This path abruptly extended out of the attic and was about six feet long. It was inlaid with eighty-one large pieces of white marble, glittering and translucent. Walking on the road and looking down, timid people's legs would definitely tremble. Standing here, one could have a panoramic view of the imperial palace, which was against the rules. Therefore, there was no record of the Heavenly Platform in any map or document of the current dynasty. The old man walked to the end of the jade road and looked up. The little attendant hurried to put on a coat for Jian Zheng. The little attendant with red lips and white teeth was not afraid of heights. He sat down on the side and dangled his feet in the air. He accompanied the old man to look at the vast starry sky, lost in thought.
The little attendant asked softly, "Grandpa Jian Zheng, can you really see anything? I heard from Lord Qie Hu that he saw with his own eyes eight great pillars of Qi rising into the sky from the territories of the Eight Kingdoms, and then they collapsed one by one. Now, only our Liyang Dynasty is left, and it reaches the Heaven. "
Since he was called Jian Zheng, he was naturally the first person in the Imperial Astronomer, Nan Huaiyu. The old man gathered his coat and smiled, "I'm old and my eyes are not good. I can't see clearly."
The young attendant said disapprovingly, "Grandpa Jian Zheng, you have Heaven's Eye. Can't you see clearly?"
The old man smiled helplessly, "Heaven's Eye? Can you believe Huang San Jia's words? That little bookcase, that old bastard wants to use the position under my butt to lay out the layout for him. You can't take it seriously. If we talk about Heaven's Eye, he has it. My Qigong is far inferior. "
The attendant said, "No, didn't Grandpa Jian Zheng play two games of chess with that Huang San Jia? You lost first and then won. How can you be worse than him? Next, he can only call himself Huang Liangjia! "
The old eunuch shook his head and said, "No, no. It's just that halfway through the game, Huang Sanjia didn't want to continue. Although I had the upper hand on the chessboard, he would be defeated if he played another ten moves. Back then, I thought it would be a draw. Ten years ago, I thought that I would lose in twenty moves. Now that I thought about it, there were only ten moves left. God knows if in a few days, I would think that I would lose in five moves. Maybe before I died, I would find out that Huang Sanjia only needed one move to turn the tables. Wang Jixin said that Huang Longshi's play was like Huaiyin's use of troops to conquer every enemy. These words were clearly a foreign language from someone who had only read the book and not personally played the game. It should have been Huaiyin's decision to deploy more troops. Huang Sanjia's true strength was in the midgame. Only in the endgame could one see his foundation. It was a pity that there was no one in the world who could compete with him in the endgame. Presumably, this was the real reason he instigated the Spring and Autumn War. After all, a three chi chessboard was too small for him. "
Nan Huaiyu, who was treated as a state preceptor by His Majesty, called Little Bookcase, smacked his lips and said, "Then isn't this demon really invincible? Is it true that no one can beat him in chess?"
The old man thought for a moment and said with a smile, "It seems that no one can beat him, but there are some who can draw."
The boy's eyes lit up. He pulled on Old Jian Zheng's sleeve and asked impatiently, "Who is it?"
The old man was afraid that Little Bookcase beside him would catch a cold. He first had the boy sit up and then put a book under the boy's butt. Then he said slowly, "Back then, the late Emperor personally came out to welcome him. Hundreds of thousands of Great Peace City's citizens lined the streets to welcome him. Little Bookcase, who do you think it is?"
The boy exclaimed, "I know, I know. The white-robed monk, the immortal who proposed enlightenment in the Two Zen Temples! Grandpa Jian Zheng, can you really become a Buddha? Does that mean that I'll become a Buddha just by standing there? If that's true, then I also want to become a monk. "
Old Jian Zheng said with a heavy tone, "I don't know if enlightenment is real or fake. I'm not a Buddhist after all. Even if I've read some Buddhist scriptures, I can't speak nonsense. But it's true that cultivating means spending money, practicing Zen, and spreading luck. If the ruler of a country is obsessed with Buddhism, it's definitely not a good thing. It's fine if you worship Old Huang's purity. It's a waste of the country's wealth. It can be taken from the people and used by the people. But if you worship Buddha, it's hard to say. Once luck is scattered, gathering it again is as difficult as ascending to the heavens. When Buddhism first entered the Central Lands, it was criticized. It's not just the superficial ambiguity between Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism. In reality, it's because Confucianism and Taoism, who value qi the most, are worried that Buddhism will ruin the momentum of the Central Lands. "
The boy said with a bitter expression, "Then I'd better not be a monk."
The old man smiled and rubbed the boy's head.
The boy raised his head and asked, "Grandpa Jian Zheng, that King of Beiliang came to our Imperial Astronomer during the day. Why is everyone so afraid? I'm not afraid. "
Old Jian Zheng stood and said, "It's good that you're not afraid. Alright, alright, we've slacked off enough. We should go back to work. After we finish editing this new calendar, I should close my eyes. If that white-robed monk gets there first, it'll be another immeasurable disaster. Fortunately, this old man who's about to die has the help of you, Little Bookcase. Ha, I reckon that I won't be able to be a human in my next life. This is the fate of revealing the secrets of heaven. "
The little attendant looked sorrowful.
Nan Huaiyu squinted his eyes with some difficulty and turned to look at Beiliang. He pointed and said softly, "Little Bookcase, after I die, I'll rely on you to suppress that giant python."
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There were two big bunches of bonfires. Old Taoist Wei and a few other unusual retainers, as well as Yu Youwei and Jiang Ni, these "womenfolk", occupied one bundle. The Phoenix Battalion surrounded the other bundle. The two bunches were far apart, which was a very well-behaved way of avoiding suspicion. Even though Pei Nanwei was a fallen phoenix, she still tried to maintain the dignified posture of Princess Jing An. She had nothing to do, so she paid attention to the movements of the Phoenix Battalion. She could see the light cavalry who took turns to be on night duty coming and going in an orderly manner. After the battle, the two generals were seriously injured, but no matter if it was the generals or the soldiers, there was no dejection on their faces. Looking at their lips, it seemed that they were all talking about His Royal Highness. They were all in high spirits.
The more united the Phoenix barracks became, the more uncomfortable Princess Consort Pei felt. Her original desire to escape from her prison gradually faded. How could a lowly prisoner who had fallen so low that she had to clean the carriages compare to the one and only Princess Consort Jingan in Qingzhou? Pei Nanwei was disheartened. She reached out to the bonfire and warmed up a little. She looked to the left side and saw a plump beautiful woman holding a white cat accompanying her to find a pool. They chatted a little on the way, and she knew that their conversation was not ordinary. The young woman with a strange identity on the right side was really smart. Pei Nanwei, as a peerless beauty, still didn't dare to say that in a few years, she would be able to win over this plainly dressed woman. It didn't look like she was a maid. How could there be a maid who could fight with the heir of Beiliang? But it also wasn't right to say that she was a daughter of a noble family. That pair of rough little hands that couldn't be described as white jade and creamy were obviously a child from a poor family. This Beiliang was indeed full of strange people. She couldn't figure them out.
Pei Nanwei couldn't help but look in the direction where His Royal Highness disappeared. What was this shameless bastard doing?
Beiliang Palace, Tide-listening Pavilion.
That night, White Fox's face, with the Peerless Saber at her waist, climbed to the third floor.
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