When Zhao Rong entered the room, what caught his eye was a warm room with most of the space filled with ancient books and bamboo slips.

With an elegant young man who is sitting cross-legged among a pile of books, busy writing on a small desk.

Inside the room, the light was dim and there was a smell of stale books.

Yang Wuwei was still wearing the light blue uniform he had worn when he went to Mo Chi Academy to find Zhao Rong that day, with a jade disk hanging around his waist. His clothes were simple and elegant.

At this moment, he seemed to see Zhao Rong entering the room, and was getting up, passing the "winding path" between the piles of books, coming to the east window, and pushing open the window.

For a moment, the sunlight broke into the house from the window and lit up the warm room.

The breeze also came, and countless dust particles danced in the air between the piles of history books.

Yang Wuwei turned around, seeing the white clouds passing by the window behind him, and said with a smile: "Junior Brother Zhao, you are here a little early."

Zhao Rong nodded, walked towards the window, picked up a history book of a certain country from the pile of books, and calmly flipped through it, saying, "I have to go out for a while. I have to leave tomorrow, so I had to come here first."

Yang Wuwei's face was slightly confused, "I see. Logically, Junior Brother should leave Senior Brother alone for a while."

The air was quiet for a while, and the two smiled at each other.

Yang Wuwei walked back to the table and sat down. "Where are you going, Junior Brother?"

Zhao Rong was standing in front of the window, glancing outside and casually said, "Da Li. I was sent there for the mid-month examination of ritual arts."

"Da Li?" Yang Wuwei murmured, tilted his head to look at the pile of books next to him, and nodded, "It's indeed very close."

Zhao Rong nodded, and in the sunshine, flipped through the history book he had picked up.

He raised his eyebrows and found that this was an unofficial history book. There were many human annotations on it, and the ink looked very new.

Zhao Rong raised his head and glanced at Yang Wuwei.

The latter was doing something unknown, rummaging through a pile of books.

Obviously, these annotations should have been made by the elegant young man in front of him.

Yang Wuwei, who was looking through the pile of books, seemed to feel Zhao Rong's gaze and said without raising his head:

"At present, the history compiled in the building is still based on the official history of various countries. This is also the authoritative historical material generally recognized by our Confucian scholars throughout the ages."

"However, I was deeply inspired and moved when I read the annotations and analysis of the Nankang Unofficial History written by my junior brother."

"I imitated my junior brother's method and tried to examine these unofficial historical materials to see if I could dig out some truths that were concealed or omitted in the official history, or use them as more powerful evidence for the official history. But..."

He shook his head, looked at Zhao Rong seriously and said:

"But the benefits are very small. I still feel that I am not getting the hang of it. I am still far from the analysis and insights of Junior Brother Zhao. Junior Brother Zhao, do you have a mature and complete method, or are you just doing it at will? It is your own experience and cannot be promoted?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong closed the book in his hand and said nothing.

He turned his head and looked out the window. From the seventh floor, the view was wide.

At the foot of Linlu Mountain, one could vaguely see the crowds of people, the envoys from various countries who were sending books, and the endless stream of porters carrying books, forming a long winding dragon winding around the mountain.

Zhao Rong suddenly remembered Mr. Yan's instructions at the sea bass banquet.

He looked out the window and suddenly said, "Brother Yang, that's great. The scenery here is really nice... Well, may I ask why you invited me here?"

Yang Wuwei paused while searching the pile of books, then continued and quickly took out a book from the pile. "Oh, it's here. I found it."

He smiled, turned the book to an unremarkable page, and handed it to Zhao Rong.

"The people in Dali are quite interesting. Isn't Junior Brother Zhao going to Dali? If you are interested, you can go here and make up for the regret of a beautiful lady in the world."

Zhao Rongteng took the book and lowered his head to read it for a while.

After a while, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

I feel like I've gained some new knowledge.

This is an official history book that records the current dynasty of the Dali Dynasty, and the timeline is in recent years.

Although it was an official, ancient language, Zhao Rong understood it clearly at a glance. The general meaning was:

The Dali royal family had a princess who was in her twenties. She was second only to the current empress in terms of fame as the Dali Slender-Waisted Beauty. She had a lot of titles, all of which were for her beauty and glamor.

Then, this unmarried princess was greatly loved by Emperor Dali, who allowed her to choose her own husband.

However, Princess Dali was obsessed with poetry and books, and admired the young talents in Confucian academies, especially the Confucian scholars in Linlu Academy.

Yes, that’s right, the book specifically states that it is Linlu Academy, not Siqi Academy in the southern part of Wangquezhou.

This beautiful lady from Dali even threatened to give up her status as a princess, and was willing to marry the talented man from Linlu Academy as a concubine, otherwise she would never marry again.

The Emperor of Dali was also open-minded and agreed to this matter. He also rewarded her with a large amount of priceless dowry.

Today, Princess Dali is living alone in a quiet and luxurious manor outside the capital of Dali, which was awarded by the Emperor Li. She is guarding a large amount of dowry and is looking forward to meeting her destined person from Linlu Academy one day.

Zhao Rong glanced downwards. At the back of the official history book, there was a detailed record of the exact location of this luxurious manor where beauties were hidden and where 'one could get the Princess Dali by signing in'.

Take it and go to the outside of Dali City and follow the map to find it...

At this moment, Zhao Rong closed the book, glanced at Yang Wuwei who was looking at him with a smile, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

This official history with "appropriate details and omissions" is most likely a special edition customized for them by the Dali officials, a one-of-a-kind one.

It is estimated that the people of Dali are unaware that their princess has the habit of not marrying anyone other than a Confucian scholar from Linlu Academy.

At this time, the two looked at each other, smiled and nodded.

They all felt the thoughtfulness, warmth and humanistic care of the Dali royal family.

Zhao Rong turned his head and glanced out the window at the envoys who came from various countries to deliver books at the foot of the mountain.

This method of bribery is quite interesting.

Moreover, this is just the Shanxian Dynasty which is close to Duyou City. It can be hinted at a place and the historians who compile history can go there to sign in and receive it themselves, thus killing both people and money.

As for most of the dynasties at the foot of the mountain that are far away from Duyou City, if they want to bribe the historians hired by Youlan Prefecture on the seventh floor of the library, they can probably think of many strange and obscure ways of bribery, which will open Zhao Rong's eyes.

For example, a certain country hid in a certain page of its own history book the receipts of a pawn shop on the mountain that was popular across the continent, and all the spiritual stones and treasures used for "gifts" were deposited in this anonymous merchant.

So, the position of historian in the History Museum of Youlan Prefecture is also considered a lucrative job?

At this moment, Yang Wuwei looked at Zhao Rong's expression with a smile.

Zhao Rong just nodded slightly and handed back the gift from the royal family of Dali.

"Interesting... Senior Brother Yang, do you still have a lot of things to do? Sorry for disturbing you. If you have nothing else to do, I will take my leave first."

Yang Wuwei paused and took the book.

He shook his head and said nonchalantly, "Nothing, just a good time to take a rest, Junior Brother, don't worry. If there is nothing urgent, just chat with me."

Zhao Rong thought about it and nodded.

Yang Wuwei suddenly stopped smiling and frowned, saying, "This Dali is really outrageous. As Confucian scholars, we should write truthfully when compiling history books. How can we play these crooked and evil things with them?"

He threw the history book of Dali in his hand and said seriously:

"I was just joking with you just now, don't take it to heart. But you didn't change your expression and were so upright, which really impressed me."

Zhao Rong was looking at the scenery outside the window. When he heard this, he blinked.

That's not what you meant just now. You seemed to want me to join you in this lucrative job...

Zhao Rong complained in his heart, but didn't say anything.

At this moment, while listening to Yang Wuwei's praise, he was looking at a petite and lovely figure downstairs in the library.

The little girl was walking around a ginkgo tree with her hands behind her back, like an adult, and occasionally looking back at the door on the first floor of the library.

It attracted the attention of many people passing by.

Zhao Rong knew without guessing that she must be muttering to herself, "Why hasn't that stinky Rong'er brother come out yet? Did he find some Yan Ruyu in the book and don't want her anymore? Blah blah blah."

Sorry, I just read out Yan Ruyu, and she is waiting in Dali...

Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing.

At this moment.

Yang Wuwei changed the subject and said, "Junior brother, with such a character and his insights into unofficial and official history, you are indeed a good candidate for being a historian. I wonder..."

Zhao Rong, whose face turned red from being praised, suddenly turned around and interrupted:

"Brother Yang, you are too kind. This is just my personal opinion. It is just a trivial skill that cannot be put on the stage. Brother, there are people waiting for me outside. If..."

Yang Wuwei waved his hand and said seriously:

"Junior brother, the term 'one school of thought' is not a derogatory term, nor is it a trivial skill. For us historians, being able to form our own school of thought means that we have formed unique insights and a self-contained treatise."

"I heard from several other old gentlemen who have experience in history that this is already a very profound achievement. I didn't expect that you, my junior brother, have already achieved it at such a young age. I am ashamed."

Zhao Rong walked to the side of the house, bent down, picked up the history book of Dali that Yang Wuwei had thrown away, and dusted it off.

After tidying it up, he rolled up the history book of Dali and stuffed it into his sleeve.

Zhao Rong turned around and smiled at Yang Wuwei:

"Since Senior Brother Yang said so, I will take the book back on my own initiative. I will go to Dali tomorrow, so I will return it to the royal family of Dali so that they will not delay the future of their children and waste their time in vain."

He paused for a moment and then continued:

"Of course, I will also inform the Dali royal family of your honest writing, so that they don't have to worry. But I am also blessed by you, so I will probably be thanked by Dali again. Thank you, brother."

Seeing that Zhao Rong finally accepted his favor, Yang Wuwei felt that he had achieved his goal in a disguised way.

He took a deep look at this junior fellow student who was still studying at Mochi Academy, then smiled and said, "That's great, you are still good at doing things. Let's do it this way."

In an instant, Yang Wuwei stood up, walked to Zhao Rong's side, followed his gaze, and glanced somewhere downstairs in the library.

Looking at the very pretty little girl who attracted the attention of passers-by, Yang Wuwei narrowed his eyes and said, "This girl, are you waiting for my junior brother?"

Zhao Rong glanced at him and nodded.

Yang Wuwei sighed softly, "Another Sword Immortal embryo... Is her name Zhao Qian'er? Is she the maid of my sister-in-law, Concubine Zhao Lingfei?"

Facing Zhao Rong's slightly focused gaze, he shook his head and explained, "I went to Mochi Academy to look for my junior brother before, and I saw Fairy Zhao on the way back."

He paused and continued:

"It's hard not to recognize them. The young lady and the maid, the master and servant, are both potential sword immortals in Xiaoyao Mansion. They are both beauties reserved by Tianya Sword Pavilion. They are already very famous inside and outside Taiqing Mansion, just like Ji Qianyi who has a maid sister."

"Especially my sister-in-law, Zhao Lingfei. Although she usually keeps to herself and is rarely seen, she is a female genius and a cold fairy who surpasses all the men in the same class, including Ji Qian. She likes white and green clothes, has long eyes and teardrop moles, and is cold and indifferent to men... If you can't recognize her."

Yang Wuwei said helplessly: "It's very difficult, okay."

Even though Zhao Rong was a thick-skinned man, he couldn't help but blush when he heard his senior brother praising Qing Jun.

He suddenly remembered his wife who was stammering and speaking unclearly when they were practicing the formula on the chaise longue last night.

For convenience, she tied her soft and shiny black hair into a high ponytail.

In the darkness, with her gradually messy hair, smooth and full forehead, and hot red cheeks, she was holding her head high to please her husband, her long eyes slightly turned up, looking at him from bottom to top without blinking, and looking into his eyes. Zhao Rong looked down and saw his wife's delicate and sharp face. At that moment, under her eyes, there was a pitiful and trembling light brown teardrop mole, clumsy and beautiful red lips, and the weak and boneless white hands busy assisting the red lips and white teeth. Sometimes he couldn't help but press Qingjun's head hard.

And so it was again... a struggle to cross the river, a struggle to cross the river, startling a flock of gulls and herons.

Ahem, Qingjun is really... is he really so unattainable?

Zhao Rong felt guilty and had some doubts in his mind, but this was obviously not the time to ask in front of Yang Wuwei.

These interesting things that happen in the boudoir between couples are not worth telling to outsiders.

Perhaps in the eyes of countless outsiders like Yang Wuwei, Qingjun is a cold and aloof fairy goddess, who is like a green lotus and can only be admired from afar but not touched.

But the details are probably only known and understood by Zhao Rong, my childhood sweetheart.

He certainly wouldn't tear his wife down in front of outsiders, and he would defend her as much as he could.

She wished that all men respected and feared her and dared not approach her. Only Zhao Rong knew Qingjun's kindness and gentleness, and dared to be so bold as to take her hand and hold her in his arms.

So Zhao Rong nodded and agreed very much: "Senior Brother Yang is right, it makes sense."

Yang Wuwei felt that his junior brother looked a little strange, as if he had been distracted just now.

He couldn't help but look at Zhao Rong a few more times, thought about what he had just said, and felt that there was nothing wrong with it. This low-key Fairy Zhao was indeed very famous, and so was the maid Zhao Qian'er beside her.

Yang Wuwei shook his head and put it out of his mind.

He and Zhao Rong stood side by side, looking downstairs together, and were silent for a while.

At a certain moment, this elegant young man smiled and said, "Such a young female swordsman in the Haoran realm is indeed stunning."

Zhao Rong was a little bored and was about to leave. He lowered his eyes and casually replied, "Yeah."

The next second, the elegant young man suddenly said, "Junior brother, if we let her ascend directly to the Heavenly Aspiration Realm, wouldn't it be even more amazing and have a promising future?"

Zhao Rong frowned.

Turning to look at the smiling bookworm, he asked, "Brother...what do you mean?"

Yang Wuwei slowly took out an ancient book from his sleeve, turned to a page with his fingers, and picked up a thin piece of jade that looked like a bookmark sandwiched between the pages.

In the autumn sunshine.

The elegant young man held a piece of jade with a milky white luster between his thin fingers, and on it was engraved an ancient official script character.

six.