Chapter 167 On Mount Tai (the previous chapter name is wrong)

Yun Lang tightened his fur tightly. Even so, the cold wind was still biting and he had to stand up and stomp his feet back and forth.

"Zhang Chi should be cut into pieces!"

Cao Xiang wiped his nose and cursed fiercely.

Although it is cold at the foot of Mount Tai, there are tents and carriages to cover up the cold, and there are wine and meat to replenish calories, the cold weather has not had a great impact on a group of nobles.

However, after reaching the top of the mountain, Yunlang and Cao Xiang realized that the Taishan Mountain Top Palace built by Zhang Chi, the governor of Taishan County, was pitiful. After the emperor and a group of princes moved in, they filled the palace. They were naturally noble people at the foot of the mountain. After they arrived at the top of the mountain, they found that there were many more noble people in the world than them.

Especially when they were young, they had to be more polite to the old guys. After a while, the two young marquises could only live in thin tents. When the cold wind blew, the coldness was so cold that it was bone-chilling.

There is basically no one who can be easily ordered by anyone who can be allowed to come to the top of the mountain.

Even though the generals at the foot of the mountain wanted to send something up, they were repelled by a group of civil servants led by Dong Zhongshu.

Dong Zhongshu stubbornly believed that the Han Dynasty was not rich, and the nobles who came to Fengshan Mountain should be self-reliant and devote themselves to the public, endure for three days, and then go down the mountain after three days of hard life. On Mount Tai and in the place where the gods pay attention, enduring hardship means piety.

"Dong Zhongshu, the old dog, did it on purpose. He had already gone up the mountain three days ago. The old dog was so hiding that he was trying to give our brothers a warning and cure his illness. This time, as His Majesty's halberd warrior, he always stayed by His Majesty's side, without having to suffer from cold and hunger with our brothers.

You said why didn’t we think of sending someone up the mountain to see it?”

Yun Lang pulled the fur shirt upwards, covered his ears, looked at Bai Shuang on the rock and said, "Do you dare to send me?"

Cao Xiang nodded and said, "I really don't dare. Your Majesty has not informed us of his thoughts. The crime of these three days has been condemned.

You said if I paid the money, would anyone please bring his fur coat to us to cover his feet?"

"Impossible, if you are willing to use your power to tempt someone will."

"Am I stupid? I'm appointing officials to make a wish for others under my uncle's nose. Do you think I'm living too long, right?"

"You can find some clever ones that don't have to say it thoroughly."

Cao Xiang sighed and said, "He dares to give it to you at this time, but I dare not ask for it unless I buy it with money."

Yun Lang laughed, and was blown by the cold wind, and then he shuddered and came to the leeward.

A thin tent is not enough to block the cold wind on the top of the mountain, and it is not as reliable as the rocks on the mountain.

The nobles who went up the mountain filled the rocky tops of the mountain. In order not to cause a tragedy of fire burning the camp, fires were not allowed to be made on the tops of the mountain.

The First Emperor left six stone inscriptions on Mount Tai, all of which were promoting his achievements.

The emperor's tone of promoting merits was almost the same, nothing more than "to make clear methods of curing and obtaining appropriate products, and all products have their own styles."

Secondly, the notices that will be left to admonish the descendants are nothing more than things like "admit the acceptance and not refute, respect the will, and always respect the precepts."

In the past, Yun Lang saw the wordless monument of Emperor Qin Shihuang on Mount Tai, and the words on it were eroded by wind and rain were invisible.

This made Yun Lang feel very regretful. He thought he could see the content this time, but after searching around, there was no such monument at all! (The wordless monument on the Jade Emperor's top was said to be erected by Qin Shihuang. The author has seen this monument and does not think so.)

Sima Qian stood honestly in the cold wind, tremblingly copying all the inscriptions on Mount Tai, preparing to add them to his book.

Because of his low official position, the reason why he was able to go to Mount Tai was only because he was a historian.

However, no one is optimistic about the future of his historian, even scholars like Dong Zhongshu think that he will be alive in a few days.

It is for this reason that he didn't even get a thin leather tent.

Now, Yun Lang and Cao Xiang overlapped the two tents they had assigned together, and the three of them squeezed into it, so Sima Qian was not frozen to death by the cold wind on Mount Tai.

"Your Majesty's inscription has begun to be engraved."

Sima Qian, who had just returned from outside, was very excited to Yun Lang hiding in the tent, and Cao Xiang said.

Cao Xiang groaned, "Can you not engrave Dong Zhongshu in advance?"

Sima Qian said seriously: "Embroidering the inscription must be done after His Majesty sacrifices to heaven. Otherwise, it will be disrespect to the gods.

After the inscription is completed, Your Majesty can truly carry out the Fengshan ceremony. Don’t worry, the craftsmen engraved it very quickly. Dozens of craftsmen take turns to take turns to work on the inscription. One day is enough.”

Cao Xiang took a bite of the 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 cake and said, "I'll wait for Your Majesty's inscription to come out. If Your Majesty's inscription still has some regrets, I will naturally write a book in a big way. If not, if I say my achievements, a certain family will naturally write it straight."

Cao Xiang said angrily: "You must use Your Majesty's name to make your historian famous, right?"

Sima Qian looked at Cao Xiang with contempt and said, "Those who know me say I am worried, and those who don't know me say I want what I want!"

Yun Lang looked at Sima Qian and said, "After you die, how many historians do you think are willing to die with you?"

Sima Qian raised his hand proudly and said, "Five! Your Majesty will not kill all these five people one by one."

Cao Xiang sneered: "My uncle will kill all five of you at once. In this way, even if it is spread, my uncle will only kill the historian once, not five times!

Those who will not give you the chance to show steadfastness and perseverance. If you die, just find an obedient historian."

Sima Qian shouted, "How could this happen?"

Cao Xiang sneered: "You think my uncle can't think of something I can think of? Over the years, you see when my uncle has been lenient in killing people.

Don’t listen to Dong Zhongshu’s lying to you. When death is about to come, you will find that no one will help you.”

Sima Qian knew that Cao Xiang was saying the true heartfelt words. After being silent for a long time, he smiled miserably, ate a few bites of dry cakes hard, and whispered: "We can only write historical books that I don't know based on legends. This is my greatest tolerance. I will not tolerate that even the things I saw with my own eyes are distorted in the historical books I wrote.

Marquis Pingyang, my "Records of the Grand Historian" cannot accommodate too many fallacies."

Yun Lang shook his head and said, "I think Your Majesty can't deal with you with the crime of writing books. It is likely to be a collection of other crimes for you.

After all, after the Fengshan Mountains, His Majesty's reputation was at its peak, and he would not allow his good reputation to be stained with dust."

Sima Qian smiled and bowed to Yunlang and Cao Xianggong and said, "It's just a life. Your Majesty wants it, just take it away."

Such a conversation has actually been held more than once or twice. After each conversation, Sima Qian will know the consequences more clearly.

His counterattack was simply a joke to the emperor, full of scholarly aura.

In the evening, the mountain wind became stronger. The bronze cauldron placed at the highest point of Mount Tai ignited a raging fire. After a live sheep was thrown into the cauldron, the flames became stronger. Liu Che fell under the cauldron. Dong Zhongshu called the gods to enjoy the steaming and taste the sound of the mountain wind, and he was already shouting loudly, but the people kneeling in the upper wind could only hear a faint sound.

Perhaps, the gods in the sky could really hear his shouts.

Yun Lang, Cao Xiang and Sima Qian, who had been kneeling in the cold wind for half an hour, shivered like three jackdaws when they returned to the tent.

A furry ball of meat jumped into the tent, Yun Lang hugged the warm son and buried his face in the thick fur on his body...

"Yeah, there are meat buns!"

Yun Zhe took out three meat buns that had just been out of the cage from his arms, and Cao Xiang's eyes immediately turned green.

I snatched a bun but didn't eat it. I held it in my hand and enjoyed the rare heat.

Yunlang and Sima Qian follow the example. At this time, anything with popularity is absolutely attractive to them.
Chapter completed!