Chapter 134 The final conclusion
After midnight, a carriage drove into Taixue College.

Dong Xingshu, one of the three officials of the court, got off the carriage without any entourage and walked towards the familiar school building where he had studied in the past.

When he arrived at the History Museum, Dong Xingshu stopped.

In the moonlight, the chief priest Zhang Shizhong stood quietly.

But compared to the daytime, his body was much more hunched, as if he had aged ten years overnight.

Dong Xingshu sighed and bowed to Zhang Shizhong.

Zhang Shizhong returned the salute, and then the two of them walked into the history library.

Even students from the Imperial College rarely come here. There is only a white-haired curator guarding the place day and night.

Dong Xingshu personally knocked on the door of the director's dormitory.

The sound of "dong dong dong" knocking on the door is particularly eye-catching in this lonely night.

After a while, a white-haired, strong-boned old man opened the door.

Compared with Dong Xingshu, he looks older, with a layer of skin connected to muscles covering the bones, making the whole person look as majestic as a mountain.

His eye sockets were very deep, and he held a rusty green lamp, the soft light illuminating the area ten feet around him.

"teacher."

Dong Xingshu bowed respectfully.

Although the person in front of him was not his mentor, this great historian of the second rank had given him a lot of advice when he was studying at Taixue Academy, so Dong Xingshu wanted to show his respect as a disciple.

Tai Shi Qing nodded. He knew why Dong Xingshu and Zhang Shizhong came tonight, so he walked towards the library on his own, passing through rows of bookshelves. The further he went in, the deeper and quieter it seemed.

It was as if the three of them had traveled through hundreds of years of history without realizing it.

At the innermost part, there is a long table with a simple design that can be traced back to the style of the Holy Emperor period. Behind it is a row of cabinets containing ancient bamboo slips.

The bamboo slips are decorated with name tags, which indicate what was recorded, for easy access.

Tai Shiqing fumbled around in the lower left corner of the cabinet for a while and took out a bundle of bamboo slips that looked like green jade. They were smooth as new and had no words recorded on them. He looked at Dong Xingshu and said, "There are not enough bamboo slips. At most, we can record one or two more people."

Dong Xingshu also knew the value of the bamboo slips. After thinking for a while, he said, "We'll open the academy when we find an opportunity."

No matter how valuable this bamboo slip is, it must be used on Zhou Tieyi today!
Taishi Qing nodded, placed the green lamp on the table, then opened the bamboo slips, took them out one by one, and roasted them carefully. Then he took out a carving knife from the table and began to write.

"Zhou Tieyi is from Tianjing. His father, Zhou Qinlong, was a general, and his mother, Zhou Yulong, was a direct descendant of the Taoist school. Tieyi has an elder brother named Zhou Tiege, who is a chivalrous and tenacious man. He has inherited the military fortunes of four generations of outstanding men in the Zhou family, and has made great contributions in defending the borders for the country."

When this paragraph comes down.

Somehow, the fortune of the entire Zhou Mansion began to change.

Originally, the Zhou family had inherited four generations of military fortune, which unknowingly flowed towards Zhou Tiege, leaving nothing for Zhou Tieyi.

What is even more shocking is that because the flow of this luck has a medium, who is Zhou Tieyi's closest relative, even Zhou Yulong did not notice anything.

After all, the fortunes of her two sons were beyond hope, and the overall fortune of the Zhou family was not affected, it was just redistributed by others.

After carving this paragraph, Tai Shi Qing rested for a while and then continued writing.

"Zhou Tieyi was a frivolous man when he was young, and he lingered in red-light districts. He was lewd and extravagant, and loved treasures, beautiful maids, and fancy clothes. He once became a courtesan and fought with the son of the Zhao family in a brothel. With such a sentiment, he must have been hurt."

After these words were engraved, in Green Ripple Garden in Qinglong City, Guan Guan suddenly woke up from his dream, and after a moment, he sneered, "To put the final conclusion on the matter, what a good move!"

The bronze carriage returned to the Zhou Mansion, and Zhou Tieyi excitedly returned to his Qilin Pavilion.

In the courtyard, the flowers and trees were washed by the rain, and the water was clear as new. A beautiful woman stood there, waiting for a long time. When she saw Zhou Tieyi, Bai Mei smiled.

"elder sister!"

Zhou Tieyi took two quick steps forward.

"Master, you haven't had dinner yet, I'll go ask the kitchen to heat up the food."

Bai Mei said.

Just as Bai Mei turned around, Zhou Tieyi suddenly hugged Bai Mei from behind and said, "Sister, as the ancients said, beauty is a feast to the eyes. Tonight I want to feast on you under the moonlight!"

Bai Mei's face flushed as she whispered, "The eldest young master has returned home. Aren't you going to talk to him about serious matters later?"

So many things happened today. Logically, Zhou Tieyi should review the final outcome of Sima Mansion with his brother, and even prepare documents to be brought to the Zhou family at the court tomorrow.

But Zhou Tieyi was horny at the moment, and felt that his sister was more attractive than before. He walked into the house with a big laugh, "If I can get the fragrance of white plum blossoms to warm the tent, the general will no longer be in charge of the army."

Not far away, in the bright night, a beautiful lady in Wangyue Tower had been waiting for a long time. When she heard the familiar hearty laughter coming from Qilin Pavilion, she felt relieved.

But she couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. After all, she was just a senior sister on the mountain. When he came back, he had no reason to find her to report his safety as soon as possible...

Thinking of this, Miaoyu hurriedly recited the "Purity Sutra" several times in her mind. When her mood calmed down, she looked out the second-floor window to admire the romantic peach and plum blossoms blooming outside.

Under the green lamp, Tai Shi Qing looked at his palm which was suddenly injured by the carving knife. A drop of blood fell on the word "sex", making the handwriting blurred.

Dong Xingshu next to him looked solemn, and Zhang Shizhong's expression changed slightly.

However, neither of them spoke. Zhou Tieyi was involved in too many cases, so it was normal that historians could not suppress all of them.

Tai Shiqing spoke again, "It's hard to tell what his personality is like. We can only start with the people around him."

Dong Xingshu nodded and said, "It's also a way to move people's emotions. Let's do it this way."

Taishi Qing ignored the bamboo slip and continued writing.

"In the third month of the first year of Taihe, Zhou Tieyi opened the sea on the ninth day and entered the martial arts. One month later, he entered the eighth level of martial arts. His talent is so great that he is truly envied by heaven! Moreover, he is arrogant, unruly and unsociable. Since then, the young and strong generation in Tianjing have all been jealous of his ability and secretly wanted to harm him."

After the last knife fell, the invisible influence spread to the entire Tianjing. The young people had always envied Zhou Tieyi's talent, but after one night, they secretly turned into jealousy. On weekdays, they were naturally intimidated by Zhou Tieyi's power and dared not show it, but once Zhou Tieyi showed any signs of decline, this jealousy would spread like wildfire.

After making this stroke, even Taishi Qing looked tired.

The white hair on his head fell directly down, as if a lot of his life had been consumed in just this moment.

Zhang Shizhong said quickly, "Taishigong doesn't have to finish writing today, he can write slowly."

Dong Xingshu also nodded. There were too many things involved behind Zhou Tieyi, and he couldn't see the whole picture. It would be better for him to write slowly, taking one step at a time, to avoid making mistakes.

Taishi Qing naturally did not object to what the two said. He picked up the tendon, rolled up the bamboo slips, and then hung a seal on it, attached a tag, and wrote the four words "Biography of Zhou Tieyi" on the tag.

Then he turned around and looked at the rows of bookcases, as if hesitating where to put the bamboo slips.

His eyes fell on the two boxes of "Biography of Flatterers" and "Biography of Tiger Generals".

In the end, the bundle of bamboo slips was placed in the grid of Tiger General Biography.

Dong Xingshu did not object, but looked at the names of those who had already been judged in the "Tiger Generals' Biography".

The biography of champion marquis Xiao Yuanshan and the biography of butcher Jiang Taiyi.

(End of this chapter)