The old master died of illness

The accumulation of students was blocked

Mrs. Lin learned that Xin Qiji had a relationship with today's powerful bigwigs, and persuaded him to go to the Han Mansion, Xin Qiji's face tightened:

Don't say it, Xin is an official, he has always relied on his skills to see his strength, and he will never make small moves behind his back, for the sake of an official and a half-job, nodding his head and waist, looking at people's faces, and snorting on his back, Xin can't do it.

Back then, Ye Heng was the prime minister, he was in Taifu Temple, both of them loved the things in the cup, so they often went to Yefu to taste tea and drink, during which the two rarely talked about officialdom except for chatting and chanting poems and lyrics, and he never said a word about being an official.

Zhao Ruyu was in power, and with his friendship with Zhu Xi, he asked him to recommend it to Zhao, but he never asked him to say a word of affection for himself at home, and he wrote that letter, which was also worried about the current situation of the country's social affairs, and he had no intention of seeking office.

When the official impeached him for making friends, he thought it was funny, no one had seen each other, and he didn't say a few words, what kind of friendship was this.

Does this King Han Jun have a personal relationship with him, how to meet people, how to say it, he is so old and cheeky, he goes to run for official positions, do you want to be a man?

Mrs. Lin was robbed by him and blushed:

I'm not asking you to go down, but I just see that there is no balance at home.

Xin Qiji stood up, walked in front of her, and held his left shoulder:

Madame, please rest assured, Xin will never let you go hungry!

Not long after, Xin Qiji got another bad news: Zhu Xi's old master died in Kaoting, Jianyang, Fujian.

Since the death of his student Cai Yuantong, Master Zhu no longer lectures, immersed himself in writing, and stepped up the sorting out of the fragments, his only wish is to complete all the works of his life, so that there will be successors to the Taoist system. Later, Zhu Xi was blind in his left eye and almost completely blind in his right eye.

After the spring of the sixth year of Qingyuan, the old master's beriberi became more and more serious, the chest was full, the lower limbs were swollen and painful, and Lang Zhong made a mistake in medicine, so that the diarrhea did not stop, and on the ninth day of the third month, the seventy-one-year-old Zhu Xi closed his eyes forever and bid farewell to the world.

After hearing the bad news, Xin Qiji was very sad and immediately gave a message of condolences:

A hill and a ravine, light shirts and short hats, and few old people when there are many gray hairs.

Together? There should be > relict grass. River day and night, when is it?

Riding a horse to Wuyi Mountain to mourn, because he was still under the ban of the party, the old master's future affairs were extremely simple. Those officials who once claimed to be student disciples did not dare to come for fear of being accused of being a pseudo-party. The only people who guarded the old master's soul were his children and grandchildren, and three or four old Confucians who had no merit.

Seeing the generation of grandmasters who used to be full of peach and plums, but the evening was so bleak, Xin Qiji couldn't help but sigh with emotion: Lu Yao knows horsepower, and he will see people's hearts for a long time. Life is in the world, the rivers and lakes are sinister, it is difficult to find a soulmate, and you know yourself whether you are warm or cold; The hustle and bustle of the glorious time, the endless flow of the scenery moment, like a flash in the pan, such as a passing cloud, must not be taken seriously; Only when you are unlucky, you can not be afraid of the world, not afraid of the authorities, firmly stretch out a warm hand, help a hand, and give a ride, is a real friend in life and a rare confidant; It's a pity that there are very few such people in our lives.

Xin Qiji raised his pen and hung his wrist, and the sacrificial text was waved away:

"He who is immortal will be famous for all ages; It is said that the public is dead, and the dignified is still alive. ”

In the autumn of this year, the Imperial City Division reported a situation to Zhongshu:

Recently, Zhu Xi's followers in Jiangxi and Fujian are in contact, and it is expected that a large-scale funeral will be held at the Ehu Temple in Xinzhou on the eighth day of November to chant scriptures for Zhu Xi.

At that time, the old man with rich and status died at the end of his life, and the body was buried in the coffin within seven days, and it was first stored in a house not far from home, and the tombstone, tombstone, and even the posthumous gift and nickname of the imperial court were all complete, and the burial was carried out on a certain day.

In today's words, these disciples of Zhu Xi, and even fans, want to take this opportunity to hold a memorial service for the deceased old man and send the old man on his last journey.

The left prime minister Xie Shenfu was recuperating at home, and after the right prime minister Wu Bogang learned about it, he didn't dare to slack off and went to the Han Mansion to report.

After hearing this, Han Yanxuan remained silent:

So what, when the old master was alive, with Zhao Ruyu's support, he still made him honest and obedient, could it be that he could still make waves when he died?

Wu Bogang saw that he didn't think so, so he explained seriously:

The king of the county, you can't underestimate it, these hypocrites will have no good intentions between the gatherings, and they will talk about the shortcomings and strengths of the world, and discuss the gains and losses of current politics, and it is not impossible to jointly write a letter and protest riots. If we don't know, forget it, if we do, if we don't stop it, it's not good. After speaking, he looked at Han Yanxuan.

Han Yanxuan's brain was running rapidly, and he understood:

Do you want to cut it off before it happens, what is it called?

Take precautions before they happen. Su Shicheng hurriedly picked it up.

Take precautions before they happen. Han Yanxuan repeated and patted the table: Okay, Wu Xianggong thought it through, so let's do it.

Wu Bogang saw that Han had already supported him, and said flatteringly:

The king of the county, we can't listen to the wind or the rain, I plan to send someone to Jianzhou and Xinzhou to find out how many people are willing to participate in this funeral, and then let the state government pay attention to this matter, and take care of it.

Han Yanxuan nodded: Very good. The Prime Minister is strategizing.

Seeing this, Su Shicheng volunteered:

The king of the county, the prime minister, Su is willing to take someone to Xinzhou.

In many cases, whether the government officials do not care about it or not, whether or not they are restrained, the effect is obviously different. It turned out that it was rumored that there were thousands of disciples who were going to gather in Shinshu, and when they went to the Yamen to send someone to verify, it was clear that there were less than 100 people who went.

Subsequently, the imperial court issued an edict, explicitly prohibiting scholars from attending the funeral in Wuyi Mountain, and the Xinzhou official government ordered the Ehu Temple to close the door for renovation, and posted a notice: Anyone who gathers in a public place to discuss affairs must report to the state government for approval, otherwise it will be regarded as illegal and punished as a pseudo-party.

Seeing this, the people of the Zhu clan felt that they should make a decision immediately and let the old man enter the ground as soon as possible to avoid trouble. On the sixth day of October, the spirit came out of the funeral and buried Zhu Xi in Dalin Valley, Huangkeng, Jianyang County.

A large-scale rally aimed at calling out for Zhu Xi died and disappeared.

This year, at the turn of the century, is a particularly memorable year for many people. For the Southern Song Dynasty, there were many important people who died. Although he is younger than Old Master Zhu, his weight is heavier than the other.

After Li Fengniang became the queen of the Taishang, she knew that she had done some bad things and was notorious, and now her son has also ascended the throne, and she is much more honest, taking care of the palace people in front of the emperor, no longer mentioning the affairs of Neizen and the emperor, closing the palace door, no one will see, and taking care of the sick Guangzong. In the summer of this year, he suddenly fell ill and died in Funing Palace at the age of 57.

Three months later, Emperor Zhao also went with her at the age of fifty-four. The miserable scene of this couple's old age is extremely rare among feudal emperors.