In the seventh year of Emperor Huangchu of the Wei Dynasty, on Dingsi day in the summer month, Emperor Cao Pi died in Jiafu Hall at the age of forty. His posthumous title was: Emperor Wen.
In June, Wuyin Day, Emperor Wen was buried in Shouyang Mausoleum.
The location of Shouyang Mausoleum is on the side of Mang Mountain in the east of Luoyang City. This place is not too far away from the new tomb of Xiahou Boren, the marquis of Changling and the former general who conquered the south.
The original Changling Township Marquis' Mansion has now been replaced with four gilded official script characters of "Chanling Marquis' Mansion". However, at this moment, the joy and bustle of the past is no longer in the mansion, but endless desolation remains.
It has been one year since Xia Houshang passed away.
Since ancient times, when a close relative dies, one should observe mourning for three years. Nothing else, just because after everyone is born in this world, their parents must take care of and nurture them for three years.
Three years of mourning is not only a way of remembering, but also of repayment.
The young boy at that time has grown into a strong adult after experiencing many things.
Xia Houxuan is also eighteen years old. Now he has to shoulder the burden of a family.
For no reason, the head of the family, Marquis Changling, who was dressed in mourning, remembered the children's song from the last years of the previous dynasty:
The marquis is not a marquis, and the king is not a king. Thousands of people ride up to Beimang.
Taibaiyuan, Jingu River, the bones of many princes and generals from ancient times are all buried here.
Since the reign of Emperor Guangwu and the establishment of the capital in Luoyang, five emperors of the Han Dynasty have been buried in Mang Mountain. Naturally, it includes the original tomb of Emperor Guangwu.
Ran Geng, Lu Buwei, Fan Kuai, Ban Chao, Jia Yi, Deng Chen, Deng Zhi, Ji Tong, Liu Kuan, Fan Chong and other famous ministers, generals, thieves and thieves of the past generations were buried here.
I remember that back then, Emperor Guangwu wiped out all the heroes, defeated Wang Mang, and regained the Han Dynasty. But now, he would never have imagined that he would be buried in Mang Mountain with the new emperor of Wei Dynasty.
Xia Houxuan raised his eyes and saw the mausoleum of the Han family, which rested on the river and stepped on the mountain, with a garden of thousands of cypresses. It was truly a wonderful sight. However, he had no intention of appreciating the wonder of the cypresses in front of him.
Over the past year, his mind has become more mature, and his heart has become as clear as a clear lake.
A flash occurred in his mind, and he suddenly remembered another folk legend:
Legend has it that a long time ago, on the Kunlun Mountains in the west of the Western Regions, there lived an old Taoist priest who had achieved Taoism. The old Taoist priest had two young disciples, and the three of them practiced in a fairy cave.
One day, the old Taoist pointed to a cauldron in the cave and said to his two disciples: "Today I am going to visit a fellow Taoist in the outer world as a guest. What is cooked in this cauldron is a monster python caught from the East China Sea." , the demon python can only be subdued by being steamed in this cauldron. You two must remember that peach wood and firewood must be placed under the cauldron from time to time, and water must be added to the cauldron from time to time. Remember, remember! "After the old Taoist priest finished speaking, he rode away on the crane.
Ever since, the two disciples began to take turns to unload firewood and add water to the cauldron day and night.
In this way, hundreds of years have passed in a flash, but their master has not come back yet. Even though the two young disciples are very patient, they are still enlightened people, but after all, the Taoism is still shallow, and it has been a long time, so they can't help but feel a little anxious.
One day, the eldest disciple said to his junior brother: "Master doesn't know whether he will come back in a few hundred years. Seeing that this demon python has been boiled for hundreds of years, it seems that its magic power is already weak. Why don't we take the opportunity to go down the mountain and play with it?" "
Junior Brother has already had this intention. So the two of them lit a prosperous fire, filled the cauldron with water, and went down the mountain. Although they had fun along the way, for some reason they couldn't bear to worry about what the master had to say, so they bought some wine and meat in a hotel and hurried back. But the terrible thing still happened. The fire at the bottom of the cauldron had long been extinguished. After the fairy water in the cauldron cooled down, it was drank up by the yellow python!
The two masters and disciples panicked and hurriedly followed the traces left by the demonic python. After a short period of tracking, the two brothers discovered that the yellow python was escaping towards the East China Sea, leaving a yellow waterway where the monster python had walked. The two hurriedly chased along the yellow waterway. Soon the yellow python discovered them and hurriedly changed its route and ran north. The two brothers hurriedly took a shortcut to intercept it. When the monster python saw it, it turned around again and finally ran towards the East China Sea.
Elderly folk often say that the waterway left by this demonic python is the Jiuqu River in the world today.
Besides, when the immortal master returned to the fairy cave in Kunlun Mountain, he saw that the fairy fire under the big cauldron had been extinguished for a long time, and the yellow python in the big cauldron was no longer there. He hurriedly called out to his two young disciples, but no one answered. The Immortal Master understood everything. He let out a long sigh and said: "The two little beasts let the evil python go, and it will cause harm to the world again."
So the immortal leader immediately rode a crane and chased eastward.
The two young disciples chased until dark again, and saw that the demon python had escaped into the East China Sea. They had no choice but to take a break, but the master had already arrived on a crane. The master shouted loudly: "Beasts! You two made the yellow python leave disasters to the world. All things are reincarnated, and evil causes must have consequences. Then you two will guard this waterway forever!" After saying this, the master said with a smile. Tears cast a spell and turned his two little disciples into two mountains, guarding both sides of the waterway forever.
Later, people called the yellow waterway left by the yellow python a river, and the mountain formed by the two young disciples was called Zhui Python Mountain. Later, people on the south bank of the river felt that Zhui Mang Mountain was unpleasant, so they changed the name of the mountain to Mang Mountain, which is still used today.
This was a legend he had believed in since his childhood. Xia Houxuan couldn't help but laugh at himself. The so-called Taoism was created by Zhang Ling of the previous dynasty at Huming Mountain. Today, there are still descendants of Zhang Lu from Longhu Mountain in the south of the Yangtze River to inherit the Taoist sect. But looking at the establishment of Taoism, it has only been a few decades. This folk anecdote is undoubtedly fabricated.
But for a moment, Xia Houxuan really hoped that his father had just gone to the outer world to travel with some immortal, and maybe he would come back in a few years?
But how could this be true?
When Xia Houxuan thought about this, he only thought of the early spring of Huang Chu's second year in his eyes and heart. That year, my father was about to rush to Jingzhou to take office. In that year, my father put his "quality" sword into his own hands. Xiahou Xuan understood that his father's intention was to continue to protect Xiahou and the Wei Dynasty.
Those who wield sharp blades must use them to protect the people behind them, the home behind them, and the country behind them.
At that time, I was only a nine-year-old child, but now, time flies by, things have changed, and it is already the first year of Taihe under the new emperor.
The west wind is bleak, blowing in the face. It blew the skirt of his plain white clothes. However, the body under the plain clothes is no longer the thin and thin body of the past.
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Bingzhou, Taiyuan County, Jinyang County.
General Zhenwei and Governor of Hebei Province Wu Zhi and Wu Jizhong were in a daze at the moment. It was obviously the hot summer in June, but he could not feel the slightest warmth in his heart.
The general with five senses who he worked so hard to assist, the Prince of Wei whom he followed so hard, his King of Wei, and his Majesty, finally passed away.
At this moment, he was like a clay and wood sculpture, sitting blankly in front of the sandalwood table. The paper in front of him contrasted with his pale face, and the wolf hair tube in his hand could not help but tremble slightly, as if His slightly trembling shoulders.
He recalled the scene one day when Emperor Wen was still the Five Generator Generals. On that day, there were more than thirty guests at the banquet in the house of General Wu Genzhong. Zhu Jianping, the Divine Minister, was also present at the banquet. Emperor Wen raised a Holding a glass of wine, he asked Zhu Jianping with a smile, how old will he be?
Zhu Jianping replied: "The general's life span is eighty years. When he reaches forty years old, there will be minor disasters. I am willing to protect him."
Wu Zhi was crying, and suddenly a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Over the past few years, Emperor Wen had been dealing with government affairs during the day and had fun at night, composing poems and compositions, drinking and feasting. It turns out that when Zhu Jianping said his life span was forty, he also included nights.
Wu Zhi recalled the time when Emperor Wu conquered Hebei and rebuilt Nanpi City.
At that time, no one in the world could compete with Emperor Wu anymore. At that time, the handsome general with five senses was still a young man in his twenties. And he himself is only 30 years old. At that time, the general Zhonglang, together with Cao Zidan, Cao Wenlie, Xiahou Boren, Zhu Yancai, Chen Changwen, Sima Zhongda, and himself, spent all day hanging out in Nanpi, hunting and drinking, composing poems and compositions, fencing and riding horses. At that time, I still had some youthful spirit.
Thinking about this, Wu Zhi felt sad again. Among the people, Zhu Shuo, Zhu Yancai and Xiahou Boren also passed away suddenly with Emperor Wen. Even though he and Zhu Shuo had conflicting temperaments, Wu Zhi at this time still couldn't help but feel sad.
Wu Zhi took out the letter Cao Pi wrote to himself:
"...Every time I think about my trip to Nanpi in the past, I can't forget it. I thought about the Six Classics wonderfully, played hundreds of stories at ease, played chess, and finally played six games, entertained my heart with high talk, and listened to my ears with my mournful zither." Beichang, South Hall of Travel and Dining, sweet melons float in the clear spring, and plum blossoms sink in the cold water. The day has disappeared, and then the bright moon comes, and we ride together to visit the back garden. The carriage wheels move slowly, and the participants are silent, and the breeze When I get up at night, I sing a sad song, and the joy comes and goes, and I feel sad. I think it is difficult to be happy forever, and I can only take it for granted. Now the results are different, each in one place. Yuan Yu has passed away forever and turned into a foreign object. , every time I think of it, when can I say it? At the time of the Ruibin period, the scenery is fanciful, the providence of heaven is warm, and the fruits are abundant. I am traveling in time, following the meander of the river in the north, and those who follow me sing bamboo slips to open the way, and literature is entrusted behind me. The chariot and its joints are different at the same time. Things are different and people are different. How can I work! I am sending a horse to Ye now, so I will pass you by in vain. Go ahead and love yourself, Pi Bai."
[Note 1: This is a quotation from the original text of "A Book with Wu Zhi" written by Cao Pi. 】
Wu Zhi couldn't help but laugh again. This time, he smiled at Emperor Wen's amazing literary talent. Everyone said that Cao Zhi, King of Yongqiu, was unparalleled in literary talent, but in his own eyes, Emperor Wen's writings were definitely not inferior to Cao Zhi's!
This is just like Wu Zhi believes that his talents are not inferior to Chen Qun and Chen Changwen.
I remember that when the prince first ascended the throne of Wei, he encouraged himself: "On the trip to Nanpi, there are three survivors, Lie and Danlongfei, who may be generals or marquises. Now I am the only son who has been dismissed from the official position. Come from where I traveled. , alone is not as good as the door. The bottle is full of shame, but I can have no regrets. The road is not far, and now I hear about it again."
At the beginning, Cao Zidan and Cao Wenlie also accompanied Emperor Wen on their visit to Nanpi. After Emperor Wen ascended the throne, Cao Zhen and Cao Xiu also received titles and generals as kin, but they were just a long history. Therefore, Emperor Wen relieved himself. Soon after, Emperor Wen lived up to his promise after receiving Zen on behalf of the Han Dynasty. He finally became a marquis and began to guard one side like Cao Zhen and Cao Xiu.
But now...
Wu Zhi couldn't help but smile bitterly.
At this moment, Wu Zhi was hurt not only by the death of Cao Pi. He was also hurting, why he, a confidant and a relative, had followed Emperor Wen all his life, but in the end, he was the only one who failed to become Emperor Wen's minister.
Wu Zhi seemed unwilling to think about it any longer. He wiped the tears on his cheeks with his sleeves, picked up the wolf hair, and wrote the "Poem of Longing" that will be passed down through the ages:
"I am sad and cherish the sorrow of Yin, and I cannot live in the sorrow of Yin. I can't sit down when I move, and I hesitate when I go in and out. I think that I have been blessed by the Holy Lord, and I am honored and distinguished from all others. I say that I will live forever, and my ambition will be relaxed. Why should I abandon it in my mind? I return to Huanglong. I rely on my generosity, and my tears are like a stream of tears. There is no use in following me, and I will not write down my name even if I am dead. I am generous to myself, and I am a fierce husband."
Although the divine tortoise has a long life, there is still time for it to end; the tan snake rides on the mist and eventually becomes ashes.
