Afterword.
To the later generations, the Zhou Dynasty, a dynasty founded by women, was a strange dynasty. All the successors were women. It was not that there were no princes, but they were far inferior to the many princesses.
The dynasty of Qi Ming of the Great Zhou gave birth to many legendary figures who were like bright pearls. Whether it was the founding emperor Shen Lingluo, the prime minister Yao Le, the seemingly immortal national teacher Ji Ze, or Shen Lingluo's father Shen Qian, who was known as the " treasure bowl " by later generations, the scale far exceeded all the books compiled by the previous generation. Up until now, it was recognized as the largest encyclopedia in the world," Qi Ming Dian ", and Le Dawei, who painstakingly wrote the masterpiece of historians," Long History."
It was a brilliant and open era. Women were able to take the imperial examinations, enter the schools, and enter the army. They expanded their overseas trade, sailed across the seas, occupied unclaimed lands, and destroyed countries on the other side of the continent by manipulating the circulation of silver…
How could it not make future generations yearn for it?
Archeologists had recently excavated the tomb of Ji Ze, the national teacher of the Qiming Dynasty. This was perhaps one of the top ten discoveries of the century. The archaeologists found more than one notebook in the coffin, which would be of great help to them in studying the glorious cultural history of the Qiming Dynasty.
When the archaeologist, who was in his seventies or eighties, excitedly and carefully flipped open the first page of the diary as if it were a treasure, he revealed a few mottled and faintly discernible ancient characters: " Two or Three Things I Have to Say to the Empress ".
The archaeologist died…
The matter was pushed back to the dawn era. One day, Ji Ze, who was getting older and older, came to Lingluo with his notes." Tell me, how can I make future generations remember me?"”
Lingluo knew what was going on. Some time ago, a few disciples of Ji Ze's sect found him and found out that he had actually become the empress's master. They were filled with admiration and amazement for a moment. Ji Ze's vanity was immediately satisfied. Recently, he had been clamoring to leave some notes so that future generations could understand his majestic glory.
Lingluo chewed on melon seeds and said casually," You can just write about me."”
Ji Ze took note of what she said casually, and it became the current name of the book," Two or Three Things That I Have to Say to the Empress ". It was actually Ji Ze's diary of complaints.
It even inspired Prime Minister Yao Le. It would be good if he could leave behind some warnings and inspirations for future generations, so he also began to write a diary.
After the archaeologist woke up in the hospital, the student beside him immediately told him the truth. His idol, Empress Qiming, did not have any secrets that he had to share with the state preceptor.
Although it had such a name that made people think about it, it was still very valuable. It was not easy for archaeologists to find something valuable from Ji Ze's complaints.
For example, the Empress Shen Lingluo's longevity. It was rumored that in her later years, alchemists offered pills that could prolong her life. Some even said that the Empress built a celestial palace tomb for herself in order to achieve immortality.
These unbelievable rumors were all found in the notes of the Imperial Advisor, Ji Ze, and were denied.
Ji Ze's notes were like this.
The matter was pushed back to the thirty-fifth year of the Qiming Dynasty. Ji Ze and Yao Le learned that there was indeed an alchemist who offered pills. Moreover, someone had tried it and the effect was good. It made people glow. After discussing it, the two decided that even if they angered the Dragon Face, they had to persuade her. At the very least, they had to let the Empress know that immortality was unrealistic.
However, the empress's lackadaisical reaction was once again beyond their expectations." I've never thought of being immortal.”
Even though the empress was already old, she still said calmly," It's already tiring enough to be an emperor for decades. How can you expect me to spend hundreds or thousands of years and take care of the country?”
Ji Ze and Yao Le were speechless.
Then, he left dejectedly. It was said that the alchemist had left the palace a long time ago. After all, it was not easy to make a living here.
Many ambiguous historical facts were answered truthfully in Ji Ze's notes, but there were still some hidden history that no one knew. For example, Yao Le, the wise prime minister of a generation and the role model of future officials. This person's background and family background could not be verified. There were unofficial records that the former North General Zhao Bingqi had a military counselor with the same name, but it was a man. Some later generations guessed that the same person was a woman dressed as a man, but there was no evidence.
There was another historical truth that archaeologists had been searching for, and that was Le Dawei, the person who had written the masterpiece of historians and was regarded as the number one historian in history. She had spent nearly twenty years to independently complete the compilation of the Long History, but the history books did not leave behind any records of her other than her name. They only knew that she was an ordinary historian in the Qiming Dynasty.
However, how ordinary could the person who wrote Long History be?
The archaeologists were eager to get the truth from Ji Ze's notes, but unfortunately, he did not mention it, which was really strange.
It was only when he discovered the notes of the famous Yao Le that he finally caught a glimpse of the mysterious and talented female historian.
Seventeen years of Qiming.
After Yao Le submitted the memorial to the empress, he thought about the Yellow River dam. Although it hadn't flooded for more than ten years since the founding of the People's Republic of China, the officials in the Yellow River area seemed to have mentioned this matter in the memorial recently. They were worried that there would be a flood disaster this year, so Yao Le wanted to go to the compilation history hall to look for some old examples to see if there were any signs to follow.
After receiving a message from the empress's steward, Yao Le headed to a more remote corner of the west side of the imperial palace. That was where the compilation and history hall was located.
In the darkness, there was a faint smell of decayed and old paper. There was almost no one in the compilation hall. Occasionally, there would be one or two officials lying on the table dozing off. Yao Le did not expect them to help her find anything. She did not wake them up and walked in.
" The years of Guangyou…" Yao Le narrowed his eyes as he searched through the rows of dusty books. Suddenly, he bumped into someone who was writing something on the table in the inner room.
"Prime Minister Zhou." That person recognized her.
Yao Le glanced at the green official uniform she was wearing. She should be the historian here, and a woman at that. Yao Le was slightly puzzled. All the female officials she had appointed over the years, whether they had stayed in the capital or been transferred to various places, she would never forget them with her memory, but she had no impression of this person.
"Prime Minister, which old history book do you want to find?”The older female historian, whose appearance could not be seen clearly, stood up and bowed before asking in a neither servile nor overbearing manner.
Yao Le was slightly taken aback before she continued," I want to find the Yellow River Calendar from the 10th to 23rd year of Guangyou.”
The female historian smiled." This is easy to find.”
She walked to another bookshelf and took out a book as if she knew it by heart." It's this one, Prime Minister."”
"What's your name? Why haven't I seen you before?”Yao Le took the book and asked.
The female historian smiled gently." I am Le Dawei. I was arranged by His Majesty to be a historian in the first year of Qiming.”
"Prime Minister, please take care. This lowly official still has some matters to attend to, so I won't send you off.”The female historian cupped her hands and turned around to leave.
Yao Le wasn't displeased by her 'neglect'. Instead, she was curious about her identity. When the Emperor first ascended the throne, he had arranged for her to take up a post here. It had been so many years, yet she hadn't moved at all.
"The first year of Qiming, Le Dawei, Le Dawei.”When she walked out of the Imperial Palace's West Mingde Gate, Yao Le suddenly woke up. She knew who Le Dawei was.
Liu Weizhi's late husband Xi You, also known as Leda, was Liu Weizhi.
Yao Le only knew that when the Xi and Liu Families were destroyed, Liu Weizhi was nowhere to be found. Rumor had it that she had died in the chaos of the army. He didn't expect that she was still alive and working as a historian in an old and dilapidated historical hall in a corner of the palace.
Looking at how she was unfazed by the favor and humiliation, she seemed to be enjoying herself and living quite well.
This seemed like something the Empress Shen Lingluo would do.
Yao Le couldn't help but smile at the so-called making the best use of everything. She didn't think about this matter anymore. When she was recording in her diary that night, she only wrote a few words.
Little did she know that her few strokes had made the archaeologists of later generations even more puzzled.
Prime Minister Yao Le had met Liu Weizhi before and Liu Weizhi was specially arranged by Empress Shen Lingluo to stay in the historical hall. The relationship between them was really puzzling. Someone made a bold guess that Liu Weizhi had been convicted before. As a punishment, and because the empress admired her talent, she was arranged to stay in an unknown historical museum.
However, what kind of crime would make this talented master bury himself in a historical museum for more than 20 years, working hard to write a great historical work that might not be handed down? This historian had no regrets. In his last words, he even expressed his gratitude to the empress.
History always made people have endless fantasies, but it was also unpredictable.
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