The spring of the second year of the Huang Dynasty came late, but no one expected that a terrible plague would instantly sweep through the Central Plains, especially the Sili School Captain Department and the three prefectures of Henan, Lu and Jing, and the officials and civilians, etc., thousands of people were infected with the epidemic and died - known as the "Ding You Plague" in history.

In fact, it can't be said that no one thought of it, at least Xun has always been psychologically prepared for this plague, because in the original history, this great plague also caused a catastrophe close to destruction in Jian'an literature, the so-called "Seven Sons of Jian'an", except for Kong Rong and Ruan Yu, who had already died, the other five - Wang Cang, Ying Ling, Chen Lin, Liu Zhen, and Xu Gan - all died of the epidemic.

But he didn't expect that not only these literati and writers died of illness one after another this year, as in the original history, but also two other old friends, which are not clearly recorded in the history books, also died of the epidemic.

One is Lu Su Lu Zijing, who died in Peng Li's appointment as the governor of the Yangtze River; The other is Sima Lang Sima Boda, who died in the office of the secretary of the Dubu.

When the news came, it was Xun who couldn't help but mourn - Sima Lang was just that, he had a long relationship with Lu Su and Wang Cang, and his temperament was deed, although he had been prepared for their development according to the original history, and he would be mentally prepared to hang up in the past two years, and he really waited for the bad news and thought about the past friendship, and still couldn't help crying and fell to the ground. Especially many years ago, he had already used the barren medical knowledge of his previous life to dial Zhang Zhongjing to teach the causes of the plague and the method of prevention and control, and then he also tried to spread the health knowledge of the later generations in his writings many times, thinking that the plague epidemic could be avoided to a certain extent, and the destiny of heaven and life could be reversed, but who wanted to still be unable to change the result......

"Is this providential? Providence cannot be violated?! ”

Sad. I can't help but think of personnel from providence again. He worked hard. A relatively stable bureaucratic system was constructed for Cao Cao. wanted to limit the power of the monarch and try to reverse the fate of "one rule and one chaos", but as a result, Cao Chao, at the instigation of Cui Yan, only played a small trick, weakening the power of the outer court, and the inner court was reborn. Of course, Xun has finished the mausoleum, and after returning to Beijing, he used Huan Fan's strategy. Gradually, these deprived powers will be restored to the foreign courts, and in time a new equilibrium will be reached, but he can't help but think bitterly:

Cao Chao has not yet been pro-government, he already has such energy, once he is pro-government, even if he only has the resources of the Chinese, he may be difficult to control. If you want to return to the inner court, isn't it a matter of the little emperor's words? As a minister, the other party makes a move casually. I was forced to deal with it with all my might. Monarchy has been gradually deified since the Han Dynasty adopted Confucianism, and has been suppressed for a long time above the power of his subjects, even if he is a puppet monarch. Most of them are also exercised by relatives or eunuchs, and the power of the monarch in a broad sense has never fallen - this is the limitation of the times, is it really irreversible?

All the dregs that hinder the progress of the times will eventually be crushed by the wheels of history; All ideas that transcend the times will eventually be submerged by the tide of history...... Is he just a dreamer like Wang Mang after all? So what did all the efforts you did in the past come from?

It's better to retreat bravely and return to his hometown to be a public servant, with the identity of his relatives, the achievements of meritorious heroes, and the reputation of Confucianism, even if he hands over his authority, as long as he does not deliberately die, he should be able to die peacefully. If Cao Chao and Cui Yan really want to put themselves to death, they will be enemies of the entire group of relatives, heroes, and bureaucracy, in other words, they will be isolated from the entire ruling class, which they will not do unless they are crazy; Unless those two are geniuses or even born saints, even if they have this heart, they will not have this ability.

Why am I still working so hard to maintain this bureaucratic edifice without tilting it in the slightest? Theoretically, the world has been unified, and there is no longer a Sima clan's "Eight Kings Rebellion", even if the "Five Hu Chaos" is inevitable after all, the time will be greatly delayed. A hundred years from now, what does it have to do with me? And even if it's related, it's not something that I can completely stop by my own strength.

With all kinds of disturbances, day and night, Shixun's mental state fell to the bottom, and he had a gloomy face for several days and said little. When he was in the office of Zhongshu, if the little official was a little delayed or at fault, he was easy to look at him angrily - with Shixun's current identity and status, there was no need to scold people, but he only looked angrily, and the other party was naturally coveted all over the place, and he was almost about to.

Whenever a small official retreats from Shixun with a sad face, if Liu Gongsi sees it, he will go up to comfort him: "Those who are close to the public are appropriate, but they will cause abnormal words and deeds." Don't complain, but you can be diligent and competent. ”

On this day, the royal family set up a mourning hall, and it was Xun who had to go to the sacrifice and recite the eulogy in front of the spirit, and couldn't help but cry bitterly. Cai Zhaoji and her second son knelt down to return the salute, they were also crying silently, and when Shixun saw her like this, he had to grit his teeth, forcibly collect his sorrow, and comfort Cai Yan in turn. Cai Yan choked and said: "Zhong Xuan has no fists and no courage, a poor Confucian ear, thanks to the protection of Ling Gong, to the position of Lieqing." It's a pity that the blessing is thin, and the middle age is about to die, and now the two sons are still young, but I feel that the road ahead is boundless, and I don't know where to ......go."

Shi Xun sighed: "I regard Zhongxuan as a younger brother, and I don't want my brother to go first...... My wife is like my sister, and my two men are like my nephews, and they will inevitably take care of adulthood. Mrs. mourns, so that Zhong Xuan will not be safe underground. ”

After the hanging sacrifice was over, he got out of the mourning hall and boarded the carriage, when suddenly there was a human voice in his ears, and when he squinted his eyes, it turned out that two small officials were shrinking in the corner of the wall and whispering, as if they didn't notice themselves. I only heard one of them: "Ling Gong's eulogy today, it is also peaceful, the grief is very deep, and the text is not good." Another said: "Ling Gong's poems, there are too many texts, what's so strange?" ”

It was his son Shifu who drove the car for Shixun, and when he heard that someone had arranged his father's article poorly, he raised his eyebrows, so he wanted to scold, but was stopped by Shixun reaching out and patting his shoulder. I only heard the two of them say again:

"Otherwise, the surface of "Don't Fu" is like a bright glow, and the inside is a single cocoon, and the recitation of the line is flowing and the sound of gold and jade is vibrating, compared with today's words, just like the high sky and the wild goose and the pigeon under the eaves."

"Ling Gong also wrote in the past: 'The world says that there are few poets and many poor, how can the husband be? Most of the poets who have passed on to the world are from the words of the poor in ancient times, and they are also ...... 'Sincerely, so is the text.' Ling Gong with Emperor Gaozu Wu raised troops, at the beginning of a county official's ear, I mean "don't Fu" work, when at that time, poor and not reached, so the sorrow is very deep and the words are very beautiful. Now as the prime minister, he has a lot of clothes and food, and all the people who are planning are state affairs, and he feels self-feeling, how can he chew it for a long time? It is not a single text, even a poem, and it has not been written for a long time. ”

The other party couldn't help but sigh: "The luck of the country and the misfortune of the article, it's a pity!" ”

Shi Xun listened to this dialogue and couldn't help but secretly smile bitterly - what kind of work is "Don't Fu"? The vast article of the Six Dynasties, this one can be the leader; And what he recited in front of Wang Cangling today is a real original work, no matter how sincere his feelings are, when it comes to literary brilliance, can he compare with Jiang Yan? Anyone who reads and writes can see that their level is declining......

After all, he is just a porter of ancient poetry...... Moreover, when people reach middle age, their memory begins to decline, and the poems and texts written silently in the early years are almost copied, and it is almost impossible to find something new from the depths of memory. The idiom of "yes Lang is exhausted" is estimated to fall on his head in the end.

When he was hurting himself, feeling sorry for himself, he suddenly saw a domestic servant rushing to the front of the car and bowing to the ground: "There is a letter to the house, Ge Jun of the Yunbing Department is also affected by the epidemic, please ask Doctor Xu to go for treatment." ”

The so-called "Ge Jun of the Ministry of War" refers to Zhuge Liang, who was the squire of the Ministry of War at the time. Shi Xun couldn't help but be shocked when he heard this, and said in his heart, why did Zhuge Liang also fall ill? This plague is menacing, don't take Kong Ming's life! Originally, there was no such thing in history...... Wait, in the original history, Kong Ming was in Shuzhong, of course he would not be infected with the epidemic in the Central Plains, but now he is in Luoyang...... God, you've given me so much, so can't you take it back now?!

Frightened and anxious, I couldn't help but see a black eye, and my head was planted under the car......

Immediately, he felt that the clothes on his back had been pulled so hard that he stumbled backwards and almost fell. Suddenly there was a light in front of him, and an eight-wheeled truck rushed towards him almost close to his nose with a strong wind, and his whole body was completely stiffened in fright—it was a miracle that he was able to maintain a half-staggered posture, like an inanimate sculpture, for a whole second.

A scolding voice came from behind him: "Look at the red light, don't die!" ”

Shi Xun turned around at this time, and saw that it was a traffic assistant wearing an orange-red vest and a yellow hat who was pulling him just now, so he hurriedly shouted at people: "I'm sorry...... I'm distracted......" The assistant took his arm and hurried back to the edge of the road. "I almost crashed into the air...... You young people, you just like to run red lights, what do you say are you anxious about? Hurry to reincarnate?! "It's a good meal to split your head and cover your face. Yeshun knew that he was doing something wrong, so he had to be patient and pile up a smile to accompany him - besides, someone saved his life, it was an eight-wheeled big card, and when I thought about it, I was endlessly afraid, and I felt that my underwear was soaked in cold sweat.

After finally receiving his education, Chae-hoon took another step and hurried to his destination. It was a newly founded book company, and he found out on the Internet that the company was recruiting editors, requiring a bachelor's degree or above, but fortunately there was no need for an editing qualification certificate - in other words, under normal circumstances, private companies only need one or two intermediate qualified editors to fool the official, for ordinary editors, there is really no threshold.

After arriving at the small company located in a residential area and occupying two duplex apartments, the little girl at the front desk handed over a form directly: "Fill out the form first." Shixun agreed, took it with both hands, spread it on the table, and pulled out a signature pen from his trouser pocket.

The form is simple and logical, with the first column being "Name". He pressed out the refill and was about to fill it in, but the nib of the pen had just touched the paper, and he couldn't help but pause - name? What's my name? Is it Hoon or Kosuke? That doesn't seem right...... Who is Sehoon? Who am I?

I was at a loss. (To be continued.) )