Chapter 70: You're going to be a coward for the rest of your life
Since he left his hometown of Shu at the age of 40 and came to Chang'an, it has been 32 years, and Yangxiong, who has reached the age of ear shun, has felt the joy that he has not seen for a long time.
For Yangxiong, silk books and wooden scrolls are more familiar than those of his hometown, and his pen is like a free walking leg and foot, indulging in walking.
He regained the freedom of his youth and galloped, the phoenix emperor soared in Pengxi, how can he drive the goose!
From Qin to Han, the wars and historical events between the Central Plains and the Xiongnu in the past two hundred years are clear, and in the back, it is no longer a fu, but a political commentary.
"From the Qin Dynasty to the present, the past years, close to the Spring and Autumn Period, it and the Xiongnu, there are repairs and relatives, there is a use of force and restraint, there is a humble and undertaking, there is a prestige and submission to the animal, the extension of the change, the strength and weakness are opposite."
However, when it came to Wang Mang, it was an unheard of method by Yangxiong, worse than Tyrannical Qin!
Ten years ago, the 300,000 people of the 12th Route Army of the New Dynasty went north, which was indeed violent, but the thunder and rain were small, and even the side plugs did not come out. Just like the Huns staring across the Great Wall, waiting for several years, emptying money and food, and the north is ruined.
In Yangxiong's view, the biggest enemy of Biansai is not the Xiongnu, but the national policy of changing the order of the dynasty and the new army that has been stationed for a long time and has begun to abuse the people. Once Xuan, Yuan, and Cheng were in the world, the border city was closed, the cattle and horses were wild, the three generations had no dog barking police, and Li Shu died in the battle, but now there is a tragic situation of cannibalism, all blame the Huns?
At the end of the article, Yang Xiong reflected on his past, overturned the praise of Wang Mang in "Drama Qin Meixin" in one fell swoop, denounced the new policy, and made a prediction: "Xi Qin burned poetry and books to establish personal righteousness; The new recitation of the six arts, with the words of treachery. The new evidence is no less than that of Qin, although it is 36,000 years old, it is homophobic and will perish! β
sprinkled down, only Wang Long, who was grinding ink for him, and Hou Ba, who served the pen, were in a cold sweat while secretly exhaling happily!
This essay is not only beautiful and gentle, but also sharp and sharp in political opinions, which is not at all like the teacher's past works.
After writing the last word, Yang Xiong finally stopped writing, looking at the undried ink, he was stunned for a while, and finally muttered: "What did I write?" Quick, burn this article! β
"Master!" There were still people outside who were watching, and Wang Long's voice was extremely low, but he couldn't hide his unwillingness: "With all due respect to the disciple, this is the master's ...... in the past ten years. No, probably the best one since I picked up the pen! β
"Really?"
Yang Xiong smiled, and the pride he hadn't seen for many years returned to his face.
He originally imitated his fellow countryman Sima Xiangru and wrote "Shu Du Fu", which was beautiful in rhetoric, but he did not have his own soul; Later, I went to Zigui to hang Qu Yuan, sad his text, and read it without tears, often reading the text of "Lisao" and deliberately doing the opposite. When I was young, my works were too pretentious, and in the words of later generations, I was worried about giving new words.
When he entered the court in his forties, he wanted to gain a foothold with his articles, and worked hard, but the four great endowments such as "Ganquan", "Changyang" and "Yulin" still could not get rid of Sima Xiangru's shadow. Yang Xiong realized that his status in the literary world was similar to that of Emperor Xuan of the Han Dynasty, who was also Wang Bao of his hometown in Bashu.
It wasn't until he had the ups and downs of his life and seen through the world that "Solving Mockery" and "Chasing Poverty" had his own style. Only Yangxiong has always been entangled, and he has restricted himself a lot of rules and regulations, but today is the first time to let go of his hands and feet and express his intentions directly.
Wang Long held Yangxiong's text and couldn't take his eyes off it, he really liked it very much, but he couldn't stop Yangxiong's determination to destroy it.
The small coal stove sent by the fifth Lun in the autumn was lit, and inside was the best briquette, made into the shape of a beast's head, and this batch of goods took the high-end route, which was specially sold to the rich and noble, as well as given to teachers and friends, and also carefully advised on ventilation matters.
Yangxiong's family is a miserable five-generation single lineage, with almost no relatives, and even the two sons have died early, so they have no worries.
But he also had three disciples.
Hou Ba, who has a very average talent but silently takes care of his teacher, and Wang Long, who is obsessed with making good speeches.
There is also Yangxiong's favorite beloved apprentice, the fifth Lun who is flying horses on the road after hearing the news.
"It doesn't matter if the old man is working hard, I'm seventy-two years old, I have jumped, my legs are broken, what are you afraid of? But they could never be involved with the three of them. β
What's more, Yang Xiong has seen Qu Yuan-style characters and knows their fate.
Bao Xuan, the minister of the mourning emperor, dared to write a book to speak out, criticize the current politics, speak out for the suffering people, and admonished him several times, accusing the court ministers of ills, but what was the result?
In the end, Emperor Han Ai sent people to investigate the conclusion that the Fu and Ding relatives Bingqing Yujie, the prime minister Kong Guangtian, the great Sima Dong Xiangang is upright, and Kyushu is even more peaceful. What seven deaths and seven deaths are all made up by Bao Xuan, which is a special case in a few counties.
If there is a problem, it is actually Bao Xuan, who is always like to tell the truth and make people unhappy, as long as he solves it, all the problems will be solved.
So Bao Xuan was imprisoned, and if it weren't for the students' voices, he would have been killed. Before Wang Mang's Chan Dynasty, he was convicted and executed again because Bao Xuan did not obey him.
Yang Xiong witnessed this, remembered the absurd facts that Bao Xuan proved with his life, and told himself: "If you don't meet fate, why bother with your body!" β
As a result, Yangxiong's admonition became roundabout and only euphemistically put forward in the form of "Zhen (zhΔn) words".
Except for today's one.
Wang Mang treated the old man well, but if Chen Chong saw the drastic wording and rebellious words of the article, it was enough to cause great trouble for him and his disciples.
Therefore, it is burned after writing, and it cannot be seen.
But Wang Long was unwilling, he held them and looked at them over and over again, from beginning to end, as if he wanted to memorize every word. Since it can't be announced to the world, it should always be remembered in his heart, right?
"Master, let me see it again, just once! I can memorize it! Wang Long pleaded in a low voice, and he was about to cry.
Yangxiong waited for him for a while, and finally ruthlessly, let Hou Ba forcibly snatch it over, stuff it into the coal furnace and burn it clean.
It was nightfall, and the smoke was coming out of the chimney of the house, and no one outside was aware of it.
After doing this, Yang Xiong seemed to have fulfilled a wish, and the whole person relaxed and collapsed, and he wanted to lie down and rest.
He has never been a person who is in a hurry to think wisely, and he has to think about his articles repeatedly before he can write, and he often thinks hard until the early hours of the night. Every time I write an article, there are a few more gray hairs, and when I work too hard, it seems that I will take out all the internal organs and stuff them back, and I will even get seriously ill afterwards.
Today, I relied on a wave of grief and indignation to write a heroic article, but I am afraid that it will hurt my body even more.
Hou Ba was older and knew that the world was difficult, so he asked in a low voice, "Master, how are you going to explain to Wuwei Si Ming tomorrow?" Why don't the disciples write a random article for them? β
"No need, no matter how sycophancy you write, Chen Chong can find faults, it's better to let him not get a word."
Yang Xiong said weakly: "Let's just say that Yang Xiong is old and useless, and I really can't stand the Son of Heaven." After thinking hard for a night, I bit the bald pen several times, and in the end, I didn't hold back half a word, can the emperor still shout and kill a waste person like me? β
"The Master is not a wasted person." And Wang Long still knelt in front of the coal stove, looking at the silk book that had turned into black charcoal, and felt sorry, and only muttered: "The world will misunderstand the master, and even ridicule the master." β
"The old man doesn't care." Yang Xiong sighed.
He remembered the "Fisherman" again.
The fisherman said, "Man is not stagnant in things, but can move with the world." Since everyone in the world is turbid, why not roll in the muddy water together to add fuel to the fire, and since everyone is drunk, why not lie down together, bow your head, and suck the wine and mash? Why pretend to be profound, and let yourself be banished. β
Qu Yuan replied: "The new bather will play its crown, the new bather will shake its clothes, I would rather throw myself into the Xiangshui, buried in the belly of the river fish, An can be white with the bright, and the dust of the world?" β
Yangxiong is not as free and casual as the fisherman, nor is he as strong and noble as Qu Yuan.
He, like most people in the world, is in the middle.
They have long been contaminated by the turbid world, and they are unwilling to join the stream to do evil, and they have no ability to resist or have the courage to shout. I could only hang my head, wrap my hands around myself, squat in the corner, silent, and protect the last trace of conscience in my heart.
Today's endowment is not made for Wang Mang, who has fallen into madness and is completely unmoved, not for the people of the world who are looking forward to the new saint, and not for the Han family.
Yang Xiong only does it for himself, he wants to reconcile with Yang Ziyun, who has been entangled all his life.
"Intentions on the inside, not on the outside, is enough."
Later generations may laugh at him for being a carving insect and a full-time worker.
Youth is endowed, and the head is poor.
Although there are a thousand words in the pen, there is really no plan in the chest.
A real waste literati, who has achieved nothing in this life, has been the second master of Hanchen, and he doesn't even dare to die, and the final evaluation may be "the Confucianism of the villain".
"It's okay, there is a beginning and an end. If I am qualified to be included in the history books, I will write like this......"
Yang Xiong closed his eyes tiredly.
"Yangxiong, all his life, is a 'coward'!"
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Hearing the news of Yangxiong's illness, the first to arrive was Huan Tan.
The people of Wuwei Siming Mansion saw that Yangxiong was really sick and withdrew one after another. Wang Long has no master, and Hou Ba told Huan Tan: "After the master fell asleep last night, his health was very bad, and he couldn't get up in the morning, and now he will wake up after a while, and he will feel bad, and he only tells us that we must wait until Huan Junshan and Boyu arrive." β
Huan Tan didn't have time to ask why he had come to this, in fact, they had already prepared in their hearts, Yangxiong was seventy-two years old, which was a rare longevity, and his health had been good and bad in the past six months, and the coffin was ready.
Although he was prepared, he was still moved when he saw his old friend's weak appearance before Huan Tan stepped into Yangxiong's sickbed.
Everyone in the world despises Yangxiong, Liu Xin respects him for his knowledge, but it is Huan Tan who has the highest evaluation of Yangxiong and calls it "peerless"!
The age difference between the two is more than 20 years, but it does not prevent Huan Tan and Yangxiong from traveling for many years and know each other well.
"Ziyun remember?"
Huan Tan came to the couch and talked to Yangxiong.
"At the beginning, Ziyun believed in Gaitian and said, until you and I entered the court together, sitting under the corridor of the White Tiger Hall and waiting for the summons, I pointed to the sunlight to debate with you, and you were poor in reasoning, so I changed my belief in Hun Tian."
After Yang Xiong in turn supported the Hun Tian theory, he worked hard to study hard, and even took out a few Yu Lu, funded it with Huan Tan, consulted the old Hun Gong of the Yellow Gate, and imitated Luo Xia Hong to make the armillary sphere, which is still in Huan Tan's house.
"Then, we also aimed at the heavenly officials in the DPRK and China, and you wrote "Eight Things That Are Difficult to Overcover the Heavens", which was sprinkled with joy, and refuted those old decays who clinged to outdated heavenly theories speechlessly! Hun Tian said that he was very happy. β
Speaking of this, Huan Tan felt a sadness in his heart, and only sighed: "In fact, there are many people who can understand Ziyun, calling you 'Confucius of the Western Dao', but there are also ignorant people who arrange Ziyun." β
"Do you remember Zhang Zhu? He saw me two days ago, and what else did he say: 'Yangziyun, Confucius in the West, is poor like this?' ββ
"Guess how I answered?"
Yang Xiong didn't have the strength to speak, so Huan Tan asked and answered himself, slapped his hands and smiled: "I refute him, hasn't Zhongni been poor?" Can Zhongni be said to be just Confucius of the Lu Kingdom? He is also the Confucius of the Qi State, the Confucius of the Chu State, and the Confucius of the world! β
"So Ziyun is not only Confucius of the Western Dao, but also Confucius of the Eastern Dao! In this life, there are no regrets about following the deeds of sages. β
These words made Yangxiong sober up a little, and he followed the sage to write a book and say that it was his lifelong wish, and at least one more person recognized him, and only smiled: "Junshan knows me, and it is enough to have a confidant in life." β
Yang Xiong beckoned Huan Tan to come closer, and said in a weak voice in his ear:
"Junshan, but there is one person, you are wrong!"
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As soon as the curfew was lifted and Wu Lun strode into Chang'an, because horses were not allowed to run on the streets.
When he stepped into the courtyard, he was still a step too late, and Yang Xiong was already dying, unable to speak, and his spirit was getting worse and worse.
Fifth Lun came to him and called softly, "Master! The disciple is coming! β
But Yang Xiong did not respond.
In the courtyard, Yangxiong's old friends have all arrived, from the late Sima Yanyou, who apologized and felt that he had implicated Yangxiong, to Liu Xin, the national teacher who was full of worries.
There is also Liang Rang, the captain of the city gate, who is discussing with Hou Ba how to prepare for Yangxiong's future, and it is time to accept the reality.
Fifth Lun was suspicious, Yangxiong was still quite energetic when he left last time, why did he get into bad health so quickly?
Then he pulled the crying Wang Long to ask, and when he heard him say that Wuwei Si ordered Chen Chong to come to the door to coerce Yangxiong to write a speech praising the Northern Expedition for the imperial court, Wulun was furious.
It's you again!
But he still held it back, and only asked, "What words can you leave while the Master is still awake?" β
Wang Long looked at Huan Tan who was in a daze in a corner of the courtyard with his sleeves caged, since this morning, Yang Xiong has been dazed most of the time, and the only few words are still said to Huan Tan.
Huan Tan also saw the fifth Lun, beckoned to him, and the two walked to the corner of the courtyard where no one was, Huan Tan, who had never liked the fifth Lun very much, rarely talked to him so much today.
"I used to evaluate the world's characters with Ziyun, and I thought that there were five qualities of virtue."
"Be careful about family affairs, be obedient to the Lun Party, and be a villager in the village."
"As a Jian Xiaohui, literature and history are harmless, and the people of the county court are also."
"Honest and honest, honest and fair, those who manage the affairs of the subordinates, and the people of the state and county."
"Proficient in the arts, high in fame, able to reach politics, lenient and stubborn, and people who are public auxiliary."
The corners of his mouth showed a hint of ridicule: "Ziyun is a person of public assistance, and as for me, I am probably a person from the county court." β
Huan Tan looked at Wu Lun: "I thought at first that you were just a person from the countryside, and Ziyun didn't refute it. β
"But today, Ziyun solemnly told me, Huan Junshan, I saw the wrong person!"
"He said in the Fa Yan that there are two kinds of government, Si and ζ (dΓΉ)."
"In this world, the dirty people are old, the people are lonely, the sick are alone, the dead are empty, the fields are barren, and the shaft is empty.
"Looking at Guanzhong, but you are the only one in Linqu Township, whether you are an official or not, you can be old and old, lonely, the sick are raised, and the dead are buried, so that men are mu and women are mulberry. It can be described as ideological and political, thinking and doing good governance. β
"This is Ziyun's ideal, he said that he doesn't have such ability, but you have!"
Ziyun said, the fifth Boyu can not only slaughter a family and a township, if you are given a chance, you can even slaughter the world like Chen Ping! End the world's politics and push ideology and politics to Kyushu! β
"So, Ziyun thinks, you are the first product."
Huan Tan pointed to the fifth Lun: "The talent is outstanding, the difference is from the public, the plan is big, the person who can make contributions to the world is also a person in the world!" β
Fifth Lun was a little stunned, Yangxiong had never told him this, never told his disciple that the teacher had such high expectations for him! He is even regarded as the successor of the ideal.
Suddenly, Wu Lun only felt itchy on his face, and when he reached out and touched it, it was a water stain, and it was tears that flowed down at some point.
"The Master has woken up!" At this time, Wang Long shouted, and they hurriedly entered the house, and Wu Lun went straight over, bowed heavily in front of Yangxiong, and held his hands that were still stained with ink.
"Teacher!"
This is the first time that the fifth Lun has been crying bitterly in the new dynasty for more than a year, and the sorrow comes from it, and he can't stop it.
And Yangxiong was a little dazed, turned his head and looked at the people around him, he saw Liu Xin, an old enemy with complicated eyes, Huan Tan, the only confidant in his life, and disciples, when he saw the fifth Lun with tears on his face, Yangxiong actually laughed.
"Boyu is also here, and the old man is trying to introduce you to my son Yangwu."
Yang Xiong even recovered his words, but he was still a little confused, his young son Yang Wu had been dead for many years.
"If you have time."
"Look at the books left by the old man." It was his last wish, and his eyes were full of earnestness.
"I'm clumsy, what I want to say to you......"
"It's all ...... in "Fa Yan" and "Taixuan"
Yangxiong stretched out his hand and gently patted Wu Lun's bun, his fingertips stayed on his scarf forever: "There is also ...... in "Twelve State Proverbs"!" β
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The second chapter is at 18:00.