Vol 5 Chapter 83: Perfect Sun Gonghong

Chapter 83—The Perfect Sun Hong
After many years of fighting, the Han empire still stood tenaciously, but the grand prince of the Han empire, Gong Sunhong, failed to survive this harvest of autumn.
When the leaves of the locust tree were exhausted, the prime minister of the Han dynasty finally ran out of lights and withered, and took a last breath in the prime minister's house.
Before Gongsun Hongsheng, Yun Lang didn't like this person, he was a person sitting in the position of prime minister in order to be prime minister.
In order to sit in this position for a long time, he also handed over the last point of authority of the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty to the emperor.
Since then, the Prime Minister has no room to speak in front of the Emperor's own inner court.
Since the three ministers of the Prime Minister's House have been defeated by Zhang Tanghuo since then, since then, the Prime Minister's House has no so-called three long history.
When Gongsun Hong was seriously ill, due to courtesy, officials above the marquis all went back to visit, paving the way for the emperor's final visit.
Yun Lang's ranking is neither high nor low, but when he entered the door to visit Gongsun Hong, who had only one last breath, he saw countless fat crows squatting on the tree in the Prime Minister's Office In Gongsun Hong's bedroom.
They seem to be able to feel the breath of death, but they are destined to be disappointed, and the Han Empire will not allow their prime minister to be swallowed by them.
Even if it is useless, it will not be doomed.
It was the prime minister ’s job to be visited one by one before the death. This is the prime minister ’s treatment, whether he wants it or not, he must accept it.
Before entering the house, Yun Lang couldn't help but look back at the obese crows. These beasts are indeed more sensitive than people. He crossed the threshold and felt the death in the house.
This is a taste that is hard to describe. It seems that it is not a smell. Yunlang feels more like the smell of autumn grass after being rotten and dried. Whether you hold your breath or cover your mouth and nose with a handkerchief, this The smell of thighs will still penetrate into your body from your pores, and eventually surround your internal organs, and then you burp, and this breath will spray out from your stomach, and finally blend into the dead air in the house. .
The dying appearance should be dying, and Gongsun Hong leaned his body against the thick pillow, and looked at Yunlang with a smile.
Yun Lang felt that as soon as Liu Che greeted him, the guy could stand up immediately, put on his kimono and go up, then he became a prime minister's shelf and finally died in Chaotang.
"I'm going to die." The spirit in Gongsun Hong's words was gone, and it was unprecedentedly weak.
Yun Lang is very vigilant. When dealing with such an old thief, he must be vigilant even if he is dying.
"Xiang Guo looks very good, it's just a minor illness, you can pass it with a few more soups."
"Your famous concubine came to see me and she said that I can still live for a few days. If Yunhou had a good method, he would show it as soon as possible, and the old man would have no time."
Yun Lang shook his head awkwardly: "My concubine's medical skills are better than mine."
Gongsun Hong grinned hard: "Go to the hypocrisy and keep the truth. In the past, the old man listened to you talking about these nonsense rights, but now it is not true. The old man has not lived for a few days. It is not bad to be a real person."
Yun Lang carefully observed Gongsun Hong, and raised his hand to touch his pulse, confirming that this guy was really going to die. Only then said: "You should let me take charge of Confucianism."
Gongsun Hongdao said: "I will give it to a dog who can only bark and won't give it to you!"
Yun Lang nodded and said, "Understand, dog barking is the most ridiculous. If I become the chief of Confucianism, Confucianism will become the Confucianism of Northwestern Polytechnic.
You have no arrangement to counter me? "
Gongsun Hong said with a smile: "Sixteen Confucian doctors are studying your Northwestern Polytechnic theory day by day. They will choose from your theory what can be integrated into my Confucianism. As for the dross, Dong Zhongshu thinks it should be abandoned."
Yun Lang was startled and said, "Do you want to bury me alive?"
Gongsun Hong shook his head and said: "I can't bury it alive, I can't bury it alive. Although many people want to do this, they can't do anything about it.
Your theory of Northwestern Polytechnic has already taken root in Guanzhong because of your wanton distribution of books.
Your mistress has sold your book to Shuzhong, Handan, Luoyang, and Wudi, and it is so cheap that the readers have almost one book.
And our Confucian students can only copy by hand, and the paper is still not available ... You can print 3,000 books a day, and we ... it is difficult to make three books a day ...
Speaking of the old man, the person most wanted to bury alive is not you Yunlang, but the bookmaker named Chen Tong under your command ... Cough cough ... Dong Zhongshu was invited by him, and he was ridiculed by him. Dong Zhongshu vomited blood for this. It is estimated that he will not live long.
A generation of Wen Zong was actually humiliated by the villain ... Published, Dong Zhongshu will be joked for a lifetime.
In this little man, the things that Dong Zhongshu solicited from him that he refused were published in a book and spread around the world for free, poor Dong Zhongshu ... "
Yun Lang looked at Gong Sunhong seriously: "Dong Gong always underestimates the people of the world, thinking that a craftsman would be a lustful man, and if he wants to make him abandon Yun's, he would be wrong."
Gongsun Hongdao said: "He himself is an undisputed one!"
"The problem is that in that printing house, 60% of the members are His Majesty, Yun's has 20%, and the remaining 20% ​​of the members are the ones who are interested.
Dong Gong gave him a lot of money to ask him to betray his majesty, not my Yun, from the beginning, Dong Gong made a mistake.
Even if the guy is a small person, a lustful man, give him ten thousand gold, he did not have the courage to betray His Majesty.
Dong Gong couldn't buy it, so he naturally asked him to open his head for a special book and direct it to heaven through the mouth of others, so that His Majesty knew how faithful he was to His Majesty. "
Gongsun Hong looked at Yun Lang with a tired wave and said, "Give slave industry share, you Yun's is the first.
In the past, slaves are no longer slaves, and the world will be chaotic. "
Yun Lang smiled and said: "All the Yun's to do is give everyone a chance to change the court. Xungui can become an ordinary people, and the people can naturally rise to Xungui, do you not hear what my emperor Gao Emperor said?"
Gongsun Hong shook his head weakly and said, "That is the principle of truth, but it cannot be used in practice. Before the old honors are not old, the new honors should not be produced.
Otherwise, there will be fierce confrontation, internal friction will occur, which is not conducive to the security of Cathay Pacific. Yunlang, if you go on with this, you will become a noble enemy. "
Yun Lang smiled silently, patting his chest and said: "I will do it quietly, silently, just like the rain at night, and the earth will flourish at dawn."
"Aren't you worried about me speaking out?"
Yun Lang smiled and said, "I have only heard that the birds will die and their mourning, and the people will die and their words will be good. You are already dying. Arrange family affairs as early as possible. Don't worry about these things. "
Gongsun Hong nodded and said, "Yeah, I'm at a loss for them, Yunlang, and I will be divided into 10% of the bookshop to give me the inferior, how does the old man sing praises for you?"
Yun Lang smiled and said: "A word is fixed."
Seeing Gongsun Hong closing his eyes and sleeping, Yun Lang withdrew from the house.
The fat crow on the tree somehow clamored and croaked ~ EbookFREE.me ~ and jumped anxiously like a ball on the branch.
A servant took a long pole and drove the crows hard. Those crows finally fluttered and flew, but they could not hover around the Prime Minister ’s House.
Before Yun Lang's carriage left Chang'an City, he received news of Gongsun Hong's death ... Yun Lang was the last honorable man he saw.
He gave up the glory of the emperor personally visiting the disease, fulfilled his promise to Yunlang, and also obtained a member of the printing house.
At least, no one owes him morally, although he has no time to sing praises for Yun Lang, it is also because he died.
He does not owe anyone ... even his family who could not be looked after in the past have made good arrangements. Such a person is destined to be missed by everyone.
When the person died, the emperor would not come, and the rest of the matter would naturally be dealt with by Hongxian Temple. Everything was done in perfect accordance with the etiquette that the prime minister should have.
When his corpse was loaded into the coffin, the fat crows also flew away, and Li Cai, the new prime minister of the empire, stayed in the prime minister's house with a new look.