The old emperor's eyebrows twitched, and he had a bad feeling.

Shen Zhiyi narrowed his eyes to hold back his laughter, picked up the pen and began to think about how to describe the old emperor's expression later.

The old emperor pulled Zhang Sheren, who was as quiet as a quail, to the side.

Whispered in his ear: "Teach me well when you have time."

"I obey the decree."

[The old emperor certainly could not have imagined that the first person to beat the drum in Daye was actually for a pig.]

Old Emperor: ...

No, he doesn't believe it!

How can something so serious be just for a pig!

"Don't be afraid, big sister. If you have any grievances, just tell me."

When the old lady saw that the old emperor was now approachable, her neck, which had originally shrunk, stood up again.

"I, I lost my pig."

"I don't know who stole the pig from my house."

"Master Qingtian, you must make the decision for me."

It was very quiet.

The Minister of Justice took a deep breath and thought it was a murder case, so he ran over happily.

The ministers around: You are not the only one coming here.

As soon as they heard the drum beating, people from the three ministries of the Secretariat, the Ministry of Personnel and the Ministry of Rites came running, so the outside of the Meridian Gate was crowded with people.

The old emperor was speechless for a moment. Finally, he gave the old lady some silver and money, said some high-sounding words, and then sent her away.

[Wow, this is possible? ]

Shen Zhiyi looked at the silver money, and his little head couldn't help but start to imagine.

[The mother's pig was actually secretly killed by her son and fed to his mistress, who even sold it for some money. Her son went to the old emperor and took a lot of money back. This money might end up in her beloved son's hands later.]

[His son got both the pig and the silver. The biggest injustice is this lady and the old emperor.]

The old emperor slightly extended Erkang's hand, but when he thought that he was the emperor now, he retracted it.

Being an emperor requires one to pay attention to one's status. If it were in the past, he would definitely have snatched the silver back.

But if he snatches it now, I don’t know what the two people next to him will write.

The old emperor's outstretched hand then turned and turned into a wave.

The lady who got the silver shouted that the old emperor was a good man and a living Bodhisattva.

After she returned, she spread the matter widely. She was a gossiper to begin with, and if others spread it ten times, she would spread it a hundred times.

[Now people outside say that the old emperor is a good emperor, and is a blessing to the people. ]

The old emperor shook his head proudly.

He didn't even need to look through the daily records, he could tell by listening to Shen Zhiyi's thoughts.

When future generations read and study his works, they will surely say that he was a wise ruler throughout history.

But the old emperor's ambitions are not limited to this.

If I can't be the greatest emperor of all time, I will strive to be the second greatest emperor of all time.

The old emperor is in such a good mood that he walks with a breeze recently.

[Twentieth year of Emperor Taizong, October 5th, er, no, no, it was October 5th, Mao hour, etc., what did Zhang Sheren say at that time?]

Shen Zhiyi scratched his hat and raised his head to try to see how Zhang Sheren next to him wrote.

Yesterday, Mr. Zhang said that the format of the daily records has changed, and that when writing, one must remember not to include any emotional color, just record it truthfully, and just describe the objective facts. He also emphasized that one must not have personal opinions or write down speculative quotations.

She, I guess she doesn't either.

Old Emperor: Look into my eyes and say what you just said again if you have the guts!

[Painful. I only scored 30 points on the Chinese composition test in the college entrance examination. I want to cry.]

Those time travelers who traveled back to ancient times and were more awesome than the ancients must have been created by the author in his daydreams.

As for the people standing in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, the words they wrote looked like printed words, except for the Crown Prince.

Shen Zhiyi glanced at her own handwriting guiltily, took a deep breath, and this time she wrote slowly.

[Taizong, ah no, Zhang Sheren seemed to say that it was in October of the 20th year of Taizong. Just write it once a month, and then directly record "On the 5th day, Jiachen, he went to the Yanying Hall to give a lecture."]

The old emperor and Zhang Sheren looked at each other and almost cried for joy on the spot.

That’s right, I finally wrote it correctly.

Especially Zhang Sheren, he wanted to kneel down and kowtow a few times on the spot, so that those historians would finally not have to stare at what he wrote every day.

Because Shen Zhiyi's writing was so poor, the historian revised it once and never did it again. The project was too big, so he reported it to the old emperor.

The result was predictable. The old emperor blew his beard and said three words: "So what?"

Later, what Shen Zhiyi wrote was read by the historians for gossip, and what was written in the official history was all written by him.

He could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

It is said that the Left Historian records what the Right Historian says and the Right Historian records what he does. Finally, he doesn't have to write everything every day until his hands cramp.

Crying with joy!

[The red underpants of his great uncle's second uncle's third uncle's uncle, this traditional Chinese is too difficult to write, I won't have to write traditional Chinese every day in the future. ]

Shen Zhiyi's eyes darkened. She wanted to thank any of the ancestors who had fought to promote simplified Chinese characters.

Good man, this is a good man.

[Oh, our old emperor is actually a good man. Someone comes to beat the drum to report again. ]

Zhang Sheren: Actually, I am also a good person to you, Chen Lang!

The Dengwen Drum, which had not been struck for decades, was struck again within just a few days.

The old emperor, still in high spirits, went to the Meridian Gate with a group of ministers.

The person beating the Dengwen drum was a fisherman.

【Hahahaha, what a weird reason to beat the drum. 】

The old emperor turned a deaf ear to it. It can't be any weirder than a missing pig.

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