Chapter 88
Entering April, the most important thing is of course Xun Shuang's condition.

In order to buy time to arrange the back-up plan to challenge Dong, the old man did not announce it to the outside world for the time being, and used his sick body to deal with government affairs every day.

Although the San Gong in the political system of the Eastern Han Dynasty was often just a scapegoat, as the leader of the foreign dynasty, he could still exert considerable influence in all aspects.

The national thief Dong Zhuo was far away from the central government at this time. This was a great opportunity, and Xun Shuang did not want to spend it on the sickbed.

Therefore, in the eyes of others, Ci Minggong is still as energetic and graceful as the white jade pillar holding up the sky and the purple golden beam bridging the sea.

The only outsiders who know the truth are Wang Yun, Zheng Tai, He Yong, and Xu Jiashu.

Taking advantage of the rest day, Xu Jiashu asked Xun You to visit Xun Shuang together.

This is also part of the [ntr Boss Cao’s Counselor Group Plan].

"Brother Gongda, how is Duke Ciming's illness?" Xu Jiashu took the initiative to start the topic.

After all, Xun You rarely takes the initiative to speak.

Well. Except after drinking.

"I'm not a doctor."

When he is awake, Xun Gongda has such a speaking style that he cherishes words as much as gold. He only speaks the first half of a sentence, and often leaves half of the sentence for you to guess, which is the so-called thinking jump.

If you are not on the radio, it is really difficult to make friends with this kind of person.

But Xu Jiashu obviously doesn't care about this. For a talent of Xun You's level, in the game, he can't wait for all the generals to come to visit him together and live in his house without leaving.

Not to mention three visits, thirty visits are all very enjoyable!
Along the way, the two people's style of painting was probably that Xu Jiashu kept asking questions and Xun You kept answering.

"It is said that Zhang Zhongjing's medical skills are magical. Why don't we invite him to come and look at Duke Ciming?"

Xu Jiashu had done his homework on how to treat Xun Shuang's disease - the so-called "Three Miracle Doctors of Jian'an", Hua Tuo is from Peiguoqiao County, fellow villager with Boss Cao, and is used to practicing medicine among the people. Unfortunately, his trace is elusive and difficult to find. It is basically impossible to find and invite someone within a month.

And Dong Feng is unknown, probably not born yet.

Only Zhang Zhongjing, because of his family's protection, had been promoted to Xiaolian. After asking around at the Chancellery, many people knew him.

It's a pity that what Xu Jiashu knew, Xun You also knew about it a long time ago.

"Zhang Zhongjing is from Jingzhou."

"I'm willing to send someone to invite you!"

Xun You glanced at him and said, "He has an official position."

In fact, He Yong once mentioned Zhang Zhongjing to Xun You. The two were from the same hometown of Nanyang and had a close friendship. He also said to Zhang Zhongjing, "If you have good thinking but not good rhyme, you will become a good doctor in the future."

But now that he is serving under Liu Biao, there is no way he would abandon his official position and come to Chang'an.

And in Xun You's view, Chang'an was not without good doctors.

It's just that Xun Shuang is already in his seventies. At this age, any minor illness that falls on him is a serious illness that is difficult to cure.

As the saying goes, medical treatment cannot cure death. What Xun Shuang really needs is the elixir of rejuvenation, not a prescription that blindly cures diseases.

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The only hope was shattered, Xu Jiashu could not think of any other tricks, and the two of them walked to Sikong Mansion in silence.

Seeing that it was Xun You, the old porter opened the door quickly and sighed: "Sir, Mr. Ciming is not feeling well recently. We are all worried. Please go and have a look."

"Don't talk too much," Xun You shouted in a low voice, "If outsiders know about it, you can't afford to have anything to do with it."

This rare behavior of his frightened the old concierge so much that he dared not mention it again.

But Xun You clearly heard what he said. He quickly walked into the mansion, and Xu Jiashu quickly followed behind him.

Compared with that time at the banquet, Xun Shuang at home seemed to have had his spine ripped off, and his upright spirit was completely gone.He lay quietly on the couch, rarely looking like an ordinary old man in his 60s.

Seeing his uncle like this, Xun You pursed his lips hard, frowned, and became even more taciturn. He would only reply when Xun Shuang asked, like a robot reflecting a module failure.

"Zimao didn't know something," Xun Shuang said with a smile, "Gongda was not such a bitter and resentful person when he was a child."

"When this child was 13 years old, my brother Xun Tan passed away. An old official named Zhang Quan took the initiative to guard his tomb." The old man took a breath and continued: "Gongda said to my nephew Xun Qu. , this man had an abnormal look on his face, maybe he had done something cunning, Xunqu interrogated him at night, and it turned out that he was on the run for murder, and wanted to hide himself by guarding the tomb."

When the grandfather and grandson were reminiscing about the past, Xu Jiashu could only say good things to the side, "Brother Gongda is naturally smart."

"My uncle has a very good memory," Xun You said softly, "I have forgotten all these things myself."

Not only these precocious stories, but to be precise, Xun You was reluctant to recall everything about his childhood - it was a bleak time.

Within a few years, his parents and grandfather died one after another. He only remembered that the thatched cottage where he lived when he was a filial piety was leaking from both wind and rain. The all-pervasive cold and humid air was always hovering around his body and in his bone marrow. It has not dissipated for a moment until now. Pass.

"You bastard!" Xun Shuang scolded with a smile: "You say you have a good memory, am I an old fool!"

Xun You shook his head, "Uncle is not old."

"Humph", there was nothing he could do about this Menghulu grandnephew. Seeing Xu Jiashu on the side looking a little embarrassed, Xun Shuang asked him again: "How is Cai Bozhe's health?"

"The teacher is in good health and is usually interested in playing the piano and flute at home."

"That's good," Xun Shuang said in a cheerful tone, "We party members were accustomed to living in exile in the early years, so we should live longer than those political opponents!"

The implication is that 63 years old is already enough.

"My uncle wants to do more for the Han Dynasty," Xun You couldn't help but persuade him, "Why do you say such depressing words?"

"It's just that the oil has run out and the lamp has run out. Needless to say," the old man waved his hands, appearing very open-minded, "The Han Dynasty has its own destiny, and you and the younger generations should work hard to fulfill it!"

Do your best and obey destiny, and you will have no regrets.

Xu Jiashu couldn't help but praise: "Mr. Ciming's unity of knowledge and action is truly a model for the world!"

"The unity of knowledge and action"

After reciting it twice, the old man on the couch became interested and asked seriously: "When I was young, I believed that the way of saints could revive the Han Dynasty. Now I am 63 years old. My body is decayed and cannot be used. But the study of Confucian classics has never been done." If it is abandoned in one day, can it be regarded as the unity of knowledge and action?"

Xun Shuang is a very strange person. It is hard to imagine that a scholar with the title of "Shuo Ru", whose reputation is resounding throughout the country, and who immediately ascended to the position of three princes after becoming an official, can work with a jackal like Dong Zhuo, and he has received great support from Dong Zhuo. Trust acted as a lubricant between Dong Zhuo and the court.

While doing this, he could also gather and integrate a capable anti-Dong group under Dong Zhuo's nose, ranging from the three princes like Wang Yun, to the newly appointed officials like Xu Jiashu, and even the Prime Minister. Dong Zhuo's confidants like Shi were willing to work for his plans.

Such a group is not something that an aloof and arrogant person like Wang Yun can win over. Although Wang Zishi is famous for his uprightness, he does not have such appeal and appeal at all. The real core is undoubtedly Xun Shuang.

If such a person succeeds in killing Dong Zhuo later, he will definitely be a hero in rebuilding the Han Dynasty and a person who can write a glorious chapter in history.

But now he is in pain, and he just looks forward to hearing the evaluation of his life from today's young people.

Are Xun Shuang and Xun Ciming really worthy of such a great reputation, having abandoned their official positions three times and lived in seclusion for decades writing books?Does it really benefit the country?Is it really possible to look up to someone without any shame?

This is a strange state of mind when one is about to die.

"A saint has meritorious services, virtues, and words, and he is a compassionate and wise man. How can we, the younger generation, comment on this?"

Xu Jiashu's words are indeed sincere.

"Zimao was so impressed by his praise," Xun Shuang sighed quietly, "You have lived in vain for 63 years, how have you ever made any contribution to the world?"

Walking out of Sikong Mansion together, Xu Jiashu was about to say goodbye to Xun You and go find Lu Lingqi as a partner, but saw Xun You holding him back.

"Brother Gongda?" He was a little confused.

"Zimao," Xun You said seriously, "come drink with me."

(End of this chapter)

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