Han Dao world

Chapter 688 Literary business spirit
Kong Rong quickly finished Zhang Xi's biography, and excitedly showed it to Yang Biao.

After reading it, Yang Biao stroked his beard and thought for a long time. "The prose is brilliant and pleasing to the eye."

Although Kong Rong is proud, he is not stupid.

Yang Biao only praised him for his literary talents, but did not talk about the content, obviously he was not satisfied with this biography.

"Wen please correct me first."

Yang Biao put down the biography, gently put it aside, and talked about an old incident.

More than [-] years ago, he collaborated with Ma Rikun, Cai Yong, Lu Zhi, Han Shuo and others to proofread Dongguan, and compiled dozens of biographies of emperors and ministers before Emperor Xiaoling, such as chronicles, annals, and biographies.Everyone who participated in it is a matter of erudition, but it is generally recognized that Cai Yong is the most talented in history, so Cai Yong took on the heaviest task. Among them, the ten chapters of the annals were almost completed by Cai Yong.

Once, they chatted and talked about the difference between history and literature.Cai Yong has a point of view that everyone agrees with.

The biggest difference between history and literature lies in facts.

You can have different opinions about a thing, but the thing itself has to be true.You can put more emphasis on the facts and have choices, but the things written in the history books should be real events, not fictional.

The sage is the Spring and Autumn, and the pen is the pen, and the sharpening is sharpening, but you must never create a word on the wall. The first thing must be documented.

In this regard, Cai Yong criticized Sima Qian, saying that many things in "Tai Shi Gong Shu" were hearsay and not true.But Sima Qian had his last resort. Many historical facts are too far away, and there are no document records at all, so he has to enter history with legends.

But writing the history of this dynasty, especially contemporary people, must not be like this.

If you ignore the facts and fabricate them at will, then the history book is not a history book, but a novelist's statement.

Cai Yong's point of view was unanimously approved by everyone, so they later compiled historical biography, which basically followed this principle.

After Yang Biao finished speaking, he tapped Kong Rong's work lightly. "It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice. The difficulty of Zhang Jili's biography lies in having nothing to write about."

Kong Rong acts as a color. "Since you know you have nothing to write about, what can I do?"

"If it's easy, why bother with the essays? Do you think Cai Yan can't write this biography? Is it because she refuses to compile it, or doesn't know how to do it?"

"I..." Kong Rong flicked his sleeves together, his eyes widened and his beard blew up.

"Wen Ju is too much trouble." Yang Biao gently pushed back the biography on the case.

Kong Rong took the biography and walked away.

Madam Yuan walked out from behind the screen.Madam Yuan glanced at Kong Rong's back and frowned. "Wen Xian, if such a rotten Confucian stays by my side, I'm afraid that it will not be enough to succeed, but more than ruined."

Yang Biao stroked his beard, his face was serious, and he sighed faintly.

"I hope that under the nine springs, you will not blame me."

Madam Yuan pouted. "Don't worry, at least Cai Bozhe won't blame you. If he was alive, I think he would agree with your point of view. It is definitely not a good history to criticize people with the pen in your hand and judge wrongs as right."

She paused, her eyebrows raised slightly. "I don't want Zhao Ji to be a woman, but she has inherited Cai Bozhe's talent, which greatly boosted my ambition as a woman. In my opinion, her future achievements should be higher than Ban Zhao's."

Yang Biao glanced at Madam Yuan in surprise, but hesitated to speak.

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Back at the residence, Kong Rong was surprised to see Mi Heng pacing in the courtyard.

"Come back so early?"

Mi Heng rolled his eyes. "I didn't go out today. You are busy writing your biography, you just don't know."

"Did you find that young man?" Kong Rong asked casually, not minding it, with a smile.

Mi Heng rolled his eyes again. "I found it. He said he would come to me for a theory. I guess it's only been two days."

"Who?"

"Fufeng man Meng Da."

Kong Rong froze for a moment, then turned to look at Mi Heng. "Is it that Meng Da Mencius Du, the servant of Sanqi in the official residence?"

"you recognize?"

Kong Rong laughed. "Zhengping, this Meng Da is a rising star in the city of Chang'an. He is the first student in the third phase of the martial arts hall, and he was directly selected into Junyan Guanzhong who is a loose rider. Because of this incident, there has been a lot of trouble. "

"What disturbance?"

"His father's name is Meng Tuo. He once offered wine to Zhang Rang in exchange for being the governor of Liangzhou."

You Heng was stunned, and after a long while, he said dejectedly: "So it is such a person. Hearing it makes my ears dirty, and I still talk to him about it. Forget it, forget it, I'm unlucky, I wasted a lot of thought."

After finishing speaking, Mi Heng turned around and went back to the house, raising his hands as he walked. "If he comes to me, he will say that my eyes are hurting, so don't see him."

Kong Rong rushed forward and grabbed Mi Heng. "I'll wash your eyes for you. Take a look at the biography I just wrote about Zhang Jili."

The two sat in the hall, Mi Heng read Kong Rong's article, and nodded old-fashionedly.

"Wenju's articles have made progress, which is gratifying to congratulate."

"But the Taiwei said that Xiangbi's fabrication is not in line with the way of history."

You Heng rolled his eyes. "Straightforward refers to the original, not sticking to the original appearance in everything. Dong Hu wrote that Zhao Dun killed his emperor. Does it mean that Zhao Dun killed his emperor with his own hands? As a ruler, he will not cross the border when he dies, and he will not seek thieves when he returns. This is against the emperor and his ministers." The righteousness is to bear the name of killing the king. If he insists on the original appearance, Dong Zhuo will not be a matter of abolishing the establishment, and the one who supports the present is Yuan Kui."

"I think so too, but..." Kong Rong was very helpless, he sighed for a moment, then suddenly he was taken aback, and suddenly raised his head. "Zhengping, isn't that what the Son of Heaven meant?"

"What do you mean?"

"Think about it, if the young emperor is abolished, and instead of Dong Zhuo, the rebellious minister, Yuan Kai, who is the fourth generation and the third lord, is the one standing today, wouldn't it be more moral?"

Mi Heng also reacted. "Therefore, the Son of Heaven wants to expel Yuan Shao from the Yuan clan, and let Yuan Shu be the suzerain and enjoy his merits alone. Otherwise, with this great merit, Yuan Shao should be in charge of the court."

"Of course!" The two yelled at the same time, and finally grasped the real intention of the emperor.

After being happy for a while, Kong Rong put away his excitement and returned to the original question.

"Then how should this biography be written?"

Mi Heng said without hesitation: "Heart proof."

"Evidence?"

"Although Zhang Jili has no achievements, he has morality. He is not afraid of Dong Zhuo's cruelty, and he accompanied the emperor to move westward. He was loyal to the emperor and never left him. My heart is pitiful. From this point of view, it is naturally easy to write."

Kong Rong nodded in agreement.

He thought for a while, got up and said: "I'm going to ask the person who traveled west with him, collect some stories, maybe it can be more substantial. Zhengping, do you want to come together?"

Mi Heng shook his head. "People like Meng Da can directly choose casual riders. The emperor employs too many people, and he does not choose the good and the bad. I want to write a letter to the Golden Horse Gate, asking the emperor to depose Meng Da and be on the side of the Qing emperor."

Kong Rong clapped his hands and sighed. "Young people are scary. Zhengping, it's you who reacted quickly and took the lead. I'm old, and I don't have the same vigor as before."

Mi Heng smiled proudly, walked to Kong Rong's desk, took the pen and paper, and took it with a single stroke.

He put down his pen, picked up the article he had just written, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Good paper, good pen, good article!"

(End of this chapter)