According to his father's arrangement, Sima Qian had finished reading the relevant parts of the Book of Songs. As soon as he stretched out his sore arm, the maid in the mansion came to tell him that the master had returned to the mansion. He did not dare to slack off at all, and he rushed to the study room soon.

Sima Qian only came to Chang'an City recently. Not long after he was born, his father sent him back to his hometown Longmen. He grew up next to his grandfather. He then finished reading "Elementary School" and "Great".

Even though his son was only five years old, the reason why Sima Tan brought him by his side now was to cultivate his mission and character as a historian since childhood. Therefore, the book Sima Qian is reading is "The Doctrine of the Mean". When he has a certain accumulation, he has to start reading "Spring and Autumn".

"Father is back!"

"Yeah! Have you finished reading the books?"

"I've finished reading!" Sima Qian replied.

Recently, while he was reading the Book of Songs, he also read some of the contents of "Spring and Autumn Annals". He mentioned the questions he did not understand to his father: "Father, the child does not understand very much. According to Your Majesty's tradition of Confucianism, it is unreasonable to have many records in "Spring and Autumn Annals".

"What are the aspects? Tell me to my father."

"There are many precedents in the Spring and Autumn Annals that ministers kill monarchs and sons kill their fathers. Isn't this the act of exposing the monarch's privacy? If this is true, then where is the tradition of the leader reflected?"

"Oh? You sit down first and explain it to you for your father!"

Sima Tan casually opened a bamboo slip in his hand, pondered for a moment and said, "This is a part of the manuscript drafted for the father. You can take it to take a look first. This not only records the prosperous scenes of the three generations, but also records their shortcomings and even the stains that harm the country and the people.

Not only that, the words and deeds of the emperors of our dynasty have been recorded as true as a father.

When you grow up, you will inherit the position of historian. What you are most worried about in the future is that you cannot write straight. Now you are asked to read this manuscript to make you remember the responsibility of historian. Do you know?"

"The boy understands." Sima Qian replied in a vague way.

"This alone is far from enough. In a few years, you will have to travel around and verify the ins and outs of historical facts according to actual conditions before you can take on the heavy responsibility of writing a letter history." Sima Tan said this, closing his gray hair.

He paused and said, "Heaven will give great responsibilities to this man. As a Han family, you cannot bear the heavy trust of the heavens, and you cannot bear the expectations of our ancestors. You are not afraid of the mission of the Grand Historian, and you cannot let down your hard work as a father!"

Sima Qian lifted his wide sleeves, and his childish face was filled with solemnity in an instant: "Don't worry, father, I will remember my father's teachings and write a trusted history that will be passed down forever in the future!"

Sima Tan immediately smiled knowingly, stepped forward and stroked Sima Qian's shallow and black hair, and an endless sense of relief surged in his heart.

But this kind of relief soon passed away. He remembered the day when the child was born, the day when the east palace of Weiyang Palace was burned down by a fire, and it was even more predicted by His Majesty.

Now when he was four years old, Gao Yuan was destroyed by a fire, and he felt an indescribable heaviness in his heart - could this indicate that his child will have a very bumpy future fate?

Sima Tan stroked his son's hand for a long time and was reluctant to take it away. Although he never believed this, these two disasters were too coincidental. In the environment of warning of celestial phenomena, he was inevitably thinking.

...

"Good marriage? You said I want to use good marriage to get the Huns to withdraw their troops?" Liu Che glared at Han Yan, and the homemade gavel hit the table, making a bang.

Weiwei laughed dryly, and Han Yan replied: "The late emperor did this way!"

"It is different from the past. He, Yi Zhixie Shanyu, mentioned his marriage to me last time. After being rejected by me, he became this thought again today. I would not agree. He thought that harassing the border endlessly can make me surrender?

He thought it was beautiful! After I handled the matter in China, I would turn back and teach them a lesson! I haven't fought with them for a long time, but I want to beat them. I still want to see the river formed by the blood of the Huns!" As he said that, a bloodthirsty light flashed in Liu Che's eyes.

He looked at Liu Che with fear. Han Yan felt that he had no idea about him for so many years. "Your Majesty is wise! Before he dared to be the late emperor, it would drag down the country if he had too many wars. Your Majesty thought twice before he could do it."

"Don't worry, I'm not a desperate person, I can only plan and act and will not be very happy with merit!" Liu Che glanced at Han Yan, as if he was a little surprised why he thought of military affairs.

Could it be that Han Yan's temperament has changed?

Becoming worried about the country and the people?

If so,

This must be myself,

There is no male tendency to be good,

If people are not crazy, they will be normal, and they will think a lot and work hard for the country and the future. This is true...

...

At this time, the Nanyue Palace was in chaos, and privately detaining the Han Dynasty envoys not only attracted Zhao Hu's attention, but also alarmed Zhao Tuo. They did not expect that the Prime Minister would do such a thing.

Zhao Tuo began to regret that he should not have transferred a young minister who was trying hard to be the prime minister because he saw the emperor reform. He just wanted to let Nanyue not be eroded by the Han Dynasty after he left. But unexpectedly, Lu Jia was furious and did such a destructive thing under the frame-up of Dongfang Shuo.

He struggled to get up from the bed, his elderly body began to tremble, and he shouted loudly: "Young and vigorous, young and vigorous, will ruin the country!"

He could already imagine that Dongfang Shuo and his friends would lose their skin even if they were in the Prime Minister's Mansion. Dongfang Shuo would definitely not be able to swallow this breath. The dignified envoy actually brought such humiliation. At that time, report to His Majesty that the relationship between the Han Dynasty and the South Vietnamese Kingdom would definitely drop to freezing point!

For nothing else, it is the face of a country. A soldier can be killed or humiliated. If he is humiliated, he will fight endlessly...

It was a long way from the Prime Minister's Mansion, so it took Zhao Hu half an hour to arrive at Lu Jia's Mansion. It was conceivable that it was already too late.

Is Dongfang Shuo still alive?

Luckily, he wasn't dead.

It was not him who died, but his follower, the guide sent by the King of Huainan. The follower's nickname Shouer could be heard, and it was his mother who wanted him to live a hundred years and live a worry-free life. Unfortunately, things went against his wishes. He suffered a disaster like this and died in Dai Dongfang Shuo.

Dongfang Shuo saw his follower being beaten to death with a stick. He hated that Lu Jia was still showing his power in Huiwu. He wished he could eat his flesh and his bones. He cried in his heart: "All the uncivilized people in the Southern Barbarians should be beaten and tamed!"

This humiliation is far more than death. Lu Jia blamed him for his fingers and was proud of himself. He vowed that when the army arrived, he would capture Lu Jia alive and let him be punished by the burning! How can the majesty of the Han Dynasty be easily destroyed?

Originally, Dongfang Shuo had already done something and suffered some flesh and blood before being rescued, but obviously, the Prince Zhao Hu of Nanyue came very quickly, exceeding his expectations.

He was finally taken away by the prince Zhao Hu under Lu Jia's resentful gaze. Zhao Hu was very famous after all, and Lu Jia didn't dare to say a word of no, so he could only use his eyes to vent his dissatisfaction.

I thought my goal had been achieved.

In fact,

He gave Liu Che an excuse.
Chapter completed!