After each volume of introduction, Sima Qian treasured it very much, and immediately tied it tightly with leather ropes and placed it neatly aside.

Perhaps what makes Sima Qian happy is that his father's complexion has improved unexpectedly over the past few days. Although it is not ruled out that it is a rebirth, Sima Qian automatically ignores this point. He only wants to remember, especially when sorting out the manuscripts, his father's eyes shine from time to time, and his thinking is also very clear.

Once, when Sima Qian was sorting out the biographies of pre-Qin philosophers, he often didn't know much about it. His father's grand theories always opened Sima Qian's eyes and was amazed.

My father had many things he could learn from. For example, he sorted out the hundreds of schools of thought since the pre-Qin period into six schools, highlighted the most important and influential six schools, and wrote a shocking article "On the Essentials of the Six Schools".

If you look closely, it is not difficult to find that this is a new experience that has never been seen before, including Dong Zhongshu and Gongsun Hong!

Sima Qian's melancholy mood showed a ray of hope. He was willing to numb himself and admitted from the bottom of his heart that his father had improved. He thanked Chunyu Si for his wonderful hands to rejuvenate, and believed that miracles would definitely appear on his father.

The days passed slowly, and they walked day by day in mid-April as they woke up early and stayed late.

But on the night when the father and son completed the outline of "Ping Zhuan Shu" and "Hequ Shu", it seemed to be an end. Sima Tan ran out of his last little energy, and his condition... suddenly worsened.

Just during dinner, Sima Tan took a few sips of fresh soup at first, and was in good spirits. After a period of conversation, he was a little sleepy, and then said that he was a little tired and wanted to lie on the couch for a while.

After helping his father to lie down in the inner room, Sima Qian did not relax for a moment and immediately entered the study. He began to sort out his experiences from this trip to the southwest.

Along the way,

He couldn't put down his pen,

A lot of notes were recorded.

These notes gave him a new understanding of the barbarians in the southwest. For people in the southwest, no matter how diverse their lifestyles are, they are all branches of Chinese civilization.

These personal experiences made his description break through the boredom and hardship of historians in the past, and began to learn skills, and with the breath of life, he could vividly portray the living conditions of these people.

During the process of sorting it into a book, Sima Qian wrote very much. His fingers leaped, and through those vital fly-headed little clerks, he seemed to see his father's expectant eyes.

At this moment, the bad news came...

Shutong rushed in before he could knock on the door, looking panicked, and said angrily: "It's not good... Young Master... Master..."

Sima Qian was suddenly hit hard in his mind and couldn't sit still. His heart sank. He immediately stood up. The pen was out of control: "Don't worry, what's wrong with the master?"

Shutong had tears in his eyes and cried out: "Young man, he vomited blood!"

Sima Qian walked out and said to the book boy: "Hurry up... don't wait, let's go and invite a doctor!"

Under the dim light, a pool of blood was sprinkled on the ground, and Sima Tan was already unconscious.

Sima Qian trembled with his right hand to touch his father's pulse, which was already very weak.

My father's voice, appearance, smile and appearance whirled in his mind, and his tears suddenly flowed out like water breaking through the dam.

"Father! Father! How can you... abandon your child and leave!"

Sima Tan Meng heard Sima Qian's call in vaguely. He tried hard to open his eyes and wanted to reach out to touch his son, but he found that he could not raise his hand no matter what.

But the son grabbed his hand tightly and choked and said, "Father! You... are awake."

Sima Tan smiled sadly and said, "Grand man, why are you crying? This is not like a man from the Sima family!"

"Father……"

"Hahaha, that's all. I know very well for my father's illness. It's just a matter of time. You don't have to worry about it anymore."

Sima talked.

"No! The father will get better! The son doesn't believe it, nor can he believe it..."

"Why are you so ignorant? Stand up, how can you let your father leave with peace of mind? My ancestor is the Grand Historian of Zhou Shi. You have long been an adult. If you are the Grand Historian, you should be the ancestor's property!"

Sima Qian held back his tears and said, "I remember that for the rest of my life, no matter how many difficulties and obstacles I encounter, I will be determined. The glory of the Sima family will be fought for!"

"Okay! This is like a descendant of the Sima family." Dirty tears overflowed from the corners of Sima Tan's eyes.

"Now Your Majesty has been in charge of the thousand-year-old rule, and he is a father but cannot follow him. This is not my destiny! After you leave for your father, you must be the Grand Historian. You should go to Mount Tai to see Your Majesty and follow your father's heavenly spirit."

He looked out the window and his breathing became more and more rapid: "Your Majesty! I will not give up..."

A stream of salty fishy flowed out, and blood spurted out from his mouth - Sima Qian's good teacher and his father Sima Tan left with endless regrets in this April night.

It was hazy outside the window. The first rain since the New Year fell from the nine days. The rolling spring thunder rolled past the roof and then rolled towards the distance.

...

"Boom..."

In the second half of the night, Liu Che was suddenly awakened by thunder. Heavy rain fell in the sky. Occasionally, lightning flashed by. You can also see the figure of the guard standing outside the hall gate.

Liu Che suddenly felt a little heartbroken.

After the lightning,

Everything fell into darkness again.

Huo Xian suddenly got up from the emperor's couch, looked at it with his big eyes, and threw himself into Liu Che's arms.

Liu Che stretched out his arm and hugged Huo Xian, half comforting, half criticizing, "What are you afraid of? Are you so timid, can you still lead troops to fight in the future?"

Even though he said that, he was still strange about such a violent thunder. Thinking of the scene in his dream just now, he lost his sleepiness and shouted outside the hall: "Come on someone! Come on someone!"

Prime Minister Shi Qing, Censor Wang Kuan, Chief of the Censor Huo Guang, Chief of the Huangmen Bao Sang, and Weiwei Lu Bode immediately entered the hall.

Liu Che handed Huo Xian to Huo Guang and asked the ministers standing in front of him: "Do you... do you think there is something unusual about the thunder tonight?"

Huo Guang looked at Huo Xian who had fallen asleep again, and pursed his lips and said, "The thunder in summer has been the same since ancient times.

This was originally a yin and yang energy, but it only disturbed Your Majesty, and I was very uneasy."

However, Bao Sang's casual words attracted Liu Che's attention.

"Oh! Did you dream of Sima talking too?"

"promise!"

The middle-aged man's voice was already sharp, and after being frightened, he sounded a little trembling, "Your Majesty, slave... I saw the face of the Tai Shi Ling in my dream."

"This... the Sima Tan I just saw in my dream is exactly the same as you said, it's amazing!"

When he thought of Sima Tan's illness when he left Luoyang, he secretly climbed into Liu Che's heart.

"Could he really... leave?"
Chapter completed!