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Volume 4 of the Lost Ecstasy Chapter 26: The man has exhausted his talents

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    The spring of the second year of Huangchu came belatedly, but no one expected that a terrible plague would sweep across the Central Plains in an instant, especially the Sili Xiaowei Department and the three prefectures of Henan, Lu, and Jing. Thousands of officials and people, etc.  The whole world was infected with the epidemic, and the death toll was known as the "Ding You Great Epidemic" in history.  In fact, it cannot be said that no one thought of it. At least Xun was always mentally prepared for this plague, because in the original history, this great plague also caused a near-destructive disaster in Jian'an literature. The so-called "  "Seven Sons of Jian'an", except Kong Rong and Ruan Yu who had already passed away, the other five Wang Can, Ying Jue, Chen Lin, Liu Zhen and Xu Qian all died of the epidemic.  But he did not expect that not only these literati and poets would die of illness one after another this year, as in the original history, but two other old friends, who were not clearly recorded in the history books, also died of the epidemic.  One is Lu Su and Lu Zijing, who died while Peng Li was serving as the governor of the Yangtze River Navy; the other is Sima Lang and Sima Boda, who died while serving as the Minister of Dubu.  When the news came, it was just that Xun was grieving and could not restrain Sima Lang. He had known Lu Su and Wang Can for a long time and had similar temperaments. Although he had prepared for them to die in a year or two according to their original historical development.  I was prepared to wait until I received the bad news. I thought about the friendship in the past, but I still couldn't help crying and fell to the ground.  In particular, many years ago, he had already used the poor medical knowledge of his previous life to enlighten Zhang Zhongjing and taught him the causes of plague, as well as methods of prevention and treatment. He also tried to spread health knowledge to future generations in his writings many times, thinking that he could  Who could have avoided the epidemic to a certain extent, reversed destiny and life expectancy, but still couldn't change the outcome "Is this God's will? God's will cannot be violated?!" In sadness, he couldn't help but think of human affairs from God's will.  He worked hard and built a relatively stable bureaucracy for Cao Cao. He wanted to limit the monarch's power and try to reverse the fate of "one rule and one chaos". However, in the end, Cao Mao, instigated by Cui Yan, only played a small trick and  Weaken the power of foreign dynasties.  The inner court is reborn from nirvana.  Although the sacrifices at the mausoleum had been completed, after returning to the capital, Huan Fan's plan was used to gradually return these deprived rights to the outer court.  Given time, a new equilibrium situation can be reached, but he couldn't help but think sadly: "Cao Mao has not yet taken charge, but he already has such energy. Once he takes charge, he will have such energy."  Even if you only have the resources of a middle-class person, it may be difficult to control it.  If you want to return the government to the inner court, is it not just a matter of a word from the little emperor?  As a human subject, if the other party makes a casual move, he is forced to deal with it with all his energy.  The power of monarchs has been gradually deified since the Confucianism of the Han Dynasty. For a long time, it has been suppressed by the power of ministers. Even the puppet monarchs usually have their relatives or eunuchs acting on their behalf. The power of monarchs in the broad sense has never been degraded. This is the limitation of the times. Is it possible?  Is there really no way around it?  ¡°All scum that hinders the progress of the times will eventually be crushed by the wheels of history; all ideas that transcend the times.  They will eventually be submerged by the tide of history Am I just a dreamer like Wang Mang after all?  Then what was the purpose of all the efforts he had made in the past?  "It is better to quit and return to my hometown to work as an apartment owner. With my status as a relative of the country, my achievements as a meritorious official, and my reputation as a great scholar, even if I hand over my power, as long as I don't deliberately commit suicide, I should be able to have a peaceful death."  If Cao Mao and Cui Yan really want to kill themselves, 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 unless they are crazy.  Otherwise, they would not have done this; unless they were geniuses or even saints, they would not have the ability even if they had the intention.  Why am I still working so hard to maintain this bureaucratic edifice from tilting slightly?  In theory.  The world has been unified, and there is no longer the possibility of Sima's "Eight Kings Rebellion". Even if the "Five Husbands" are inevitable after all, the time will be greatly delayed.  What will happen a hundred years from now? What does it have to do with me?  And even if it is related, it cannot be completely stopped by my own strength.  All kinds of commotion.  As day and night came, Shixun's mental state plummeted to the bottom, and he remained gloomy and taciturn for several days.  When Zhongshu was at work, if a junior official delayed or made a mistake, he would easily glare at him. With Xun's current identity and status, he didn't need to curse, but he just glared at him, and the other party would naturally be jealous.  I was so close to pissing myself off.  On the other hand, the new right servant She Liu Jie was very good at being a good person. Whenever a minor official walked away from Shi Xun with a sad face, if Liu Gongsi saw him, he would go up and comfort him: "If you are close to the public, your words and deeds will be abnormal. Don't wait.  No regrets, but hard work and hard work will do." On this day, the Wang family decorated the mourning hall, and Shi Xun had to go to pay his respects. He recited the eulogy in front of the spirit and couldn't help but cry bitterly.  Cai Zhaoji and her two sons knelt down to return the gift, also bursting into tears. Seeing her like this, Shi Xun could only grit his teeth, swallow up the sorrow in his heart, and comfort Cai Yan in turn.  Cai Yan choked with sobs and said: "Zhongxuan has no fists and no courage. He is a poor scholar. He relied on the protection of his father to reach the rank of minister. It is a pity that he was not blessed. He died in middle age. Now my two sons are still young. I just feel that before  The road is vast and unknown."That's what I want" Shi Xun sighed: "I regard Zhongxuan as my younger brother, and I don't want him to be my younger brother My wife is like my sister, and my two sons are like Xun's nephews. I will take care of him until they grow up."  Madam, I would like to express my condolences to Zhongxuan.  " After the hanging ceremony was over, I came out of the mourning hall and boarded the carriage. Suddenly I heard the sound of voices. I glanced sideways and saw that it was two clerks huddled in the corner whispering. They didn't seem to notice me. I only heard one of them say: "  Your Majesty's eulogy today is more than mediocre. It expresses deep sorrow and is not written well.  Another person said: "Your Majesty's poems are more original than his prose. What's so strange about that?"  " The person who drove Shixun was his son Shifu. Hearing someone's poor editing of his father's article, he raised his eyebrows and wanted to scold him, but Shixun reached out and patted his shoulder to stop him. The two of them said again.  : "Otherwise, "Farewell Fu" is like the clear clouds scattered and practiced, and inside there is a cocoon spinning silk. When reciting it, the clouds and flowing water, and the golden sound and jade vibration when heard, are compared to today's poems, just like the geese in the sky and the doves under the eaves.  " "Your Majesty also wrote in the past: "The world says that poets are few and prosperous but many are poor. Isn't this true?"  Most of the poems that have been passed down in the world are based on the words of the poor in ancient times' These words are sincere, and so are the articles.  Ling Gong followed Emperor Gaozu Wu to raise an army, but he was no more than a county official at first. I think that the "Farewell Fu" was written at that time, but it was poor and not yet developed, so the sorrow was deep and the words were very beautiful.  Now that I am the Prime Minister, I have to eat and drink at night, and all I think about are state affairs. I feel my own emotions, how can I have time to chew on them?  Not only do I have a literary ear, I haven't written poetry for a long time.  "The other party couldn't help but sigh: "What a pity that the country is fortunate but the article is unfortunate!  " After hearing this conversation, Shixun couldn't help but secretly smile bitterly. What kind of work is "Farewell"? There are many articles in the Six Dynasties, and this article is obviously the leader; and what he recited in front of Wang Canling today is truly original.  As a writer, no matter how sincere my feelings are, in terms of literary talent, can I compare with Jiang Yan? Anyone who is literate can see that his level is declining After all, I am just a poet through the ages.  Just a porter And when people reach middle age, their memory begins to decline, and the poems and essays they wrote silently in the early years are almost copied. It is almost impossible to dig out new things from the depths of memory. "  The idiom "It's a man who has exhausted his talents" probably will eventually fall on him. When he was hurting himself, feeling sorry for himself, and feeling sorry for himself, he suddenly saw a servant running towards him.  At home, Ge Jun of Yunbingbu is also infected with the epidemic. Please send Dr. Xu to come for diagnosis and treatment.  " The so-called "Ge Jun of the Ministry of War" refers to Zhuge Liang, who was the minister of the Ministry of War at the time. Shixun couldn't help being shocked when he heard this, thinking why Zhuge Liang also fell ill? This plague is coming fiercely, so don't take Kong Ming's life too.  Go! This didn't happen in the original history Wait, in the original history, Kong Ming was in Shu, so of course he would not be infected with the epidemic in the Central Plains, but now he is in Luoyang  Oh my God, you gave me too much, so why don¡¯t you take it all back now? ! He was so frightened and anxious that his eyes went dark and his head fell under the car Then he felt the clothes on his back were being touched.  The man pulled hard, causing him to stumble backwards and almost fall. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and with strong wind, an eight-year-old truck rushed past almost nose-to-nose, frightening him completely.  It was a miracle that his body was completely stiff. He was able to maintain a half-stumbling posture, like an inanimate sculpture. For a whole second, a voice came from behind: "Look at the red light, you are going to die!"  " Shi Xun then turned around and saw that the person who had just pulled him was a traffic assistant wearing an orange-red vest and a yellow hat, so he quickly bowed to the person: "I'm sorry I was distracted" Xie  The supervisor grabbed his arm and hurriedly backed away, back to the curb, "I almost hit himYou young people just like running red lights, why are you so anxious?  Are you rushing to reincarnate?  !  "It was just a slap in the face. Shi Xun knew that he had done something wrong, so he had to be patient and keep a smile on his face. Besides, he saved his life. That was a bad card. Now that he thinks about it,  With endless fear, he felt like his underwear was soaked with cold sweat. After finally finishing his education, Shixun took another step and hurried to his destination. It was a newly founded book company. He found out on the Internet that the company was opening.  Recruitment of editors requires a bachelor's degree or above. Fortunately, no proof of editing qualifications is required. In general, private companies only need one or two intermediate-qualified editors who can fool the officials. For ordinary editors, there is really no barrier.  Set up in a residential area, the small company occupied two duplex apartments. After explaining his intention, the girl at the front desk handed over a form directly: "Please fill out the form first.  "Shi Xun agreed, took it with both hands, spread it on the table, and took out a pen from his trouser pocket. The form is very simple and logical. The first column is "Name". He pressed out the pen refill and thenYou want to fill it out, but the tip of the pen has just touched the paper, but you can't help but pause to name it?  What's my name?  Is it Xun or Hongsuke?  It doesn't seem quite rightWho is Shixun?  Who am I?  My heart was at a loss.  (To be continued.) Mobile phone users please visit http://m.piaotia.net
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