One night at the end of the fifteenth year of Hongwu's reign, Song Lian, who had been recovering from illness for more than a year, could not survive the harsh winter. Even if the red charcoal given by the palace was burned in his bed, he could not keep it.
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That night, Zhu Biao was gently shaken awake by his princess. He sat up with a frown and a sullen face. There had been a lot of things in the court in the past two months, and there was always bad news about the Japanese silver mines. He often had to stay up late.
It was very late and he was somewhat sleep deprived.
Chang Luohua took the scented tea handed by the palace maid and took a sip. She felt that the temperature was suitable before giving it to her husband. Zhu Biao took a sip, then reached out and rubbed his eyes: "It's okay, just say it."
"News has just come from the Song Dynasty that the master is suddenly seriously ill. The imperial doctor also said that there is no way to save her. Should I go and see her off?"
Zhu Biao changed from rubbing his eyes to covering his face with his palms. Chang Luohua persuaded him softly: "My master is already seventy-two this year. He has lived a long life, so I don't need to be too sad."
Zhu Biao calmed down for a while, then stood up silently and let the palace maid dress him. After putting on his clothes, he said: "The Holy One has just rested at this time, so there is no need to be alarmed. I will report it when I get up early."
Liu Jin responded and went back to make arrangements. As for the so-called humbleness, Song Lian was just a minister to the emperor. In the past two years, there were not many people with higher grades than Song Lian who had contributed to the founding of the country. Except for Li Zhen, who was his brother-in-law, none of them had ever worked for the emperor.
As far as Zhu Biao was concerned, in addition to his emperor and ministers, Song Lian was also his mentor and had the kindness to preach and resolve doubts, so he had to pay his respects and be buried.
What's more, in addition to matters of etiquette and justice, Song Lian had worked hard for him over the years. He could have begged for his bones and returned to his hometown to take care of himself as early as seven or eight years ago. However, in order to stabilize the Imperial College, he insisted on staying in the capital despite his old age and frailty.
You must know that Song Lian has long been successful and famous. He is a figure who can be remembered in history based on his literary classics and historical achievements. He does not lack the experience of serving as an official in the past few years. It can be seen that the old man is still struggling in his old age just to support one more person.
Take Zhu Biao and cultivate more useful officials and students for him.
As soon as I stepped out of the palace gate, I saw snow and sand hitting my face, and the cold wind was biting. Not far away was a prepared carriage with white tiger skin seats and a stove burning inside. However, due to the rush and the large space inside the carriage, the temperature was still very low.
Liu Jin quickly arranged the Wujin Qilin foot stove at the feet of His Highness, and placed several hand stoves on the backrest to ensure that at least His Highness would not get cold.
Zhu Biao looked blankly at the candlelight burning in the car. He was not too sad. After all, no one dies. At this age, the master was already considered to be mourning. He just felt a little powerless for some reason. It also felt that people in the previous era were really sad.
It's been carved into pieces.
I can't help but think of my father, the emperor, and my mother. The emperor is just fine. After all, history has proven that he is strong and long-lived, but the mother is not.
The car sped along after exiting Chengtian Gate, with the Jinwu Guards clearing the way. The Soldiers and Horses Division, who had received the news long ago, removed the curfew fences set up on the street.
By the time Zhu Biao arrived at the Song Mansion, Song Lian was already sweating profusely and exhausted. He was holding on to his last breath with precious ginseng. Zhu Biao ignored the people who were bowing and kowtowing all the way, and just took off his cloak before entering the bed.
, to prevent the cold air from above from hitting Master.
Seeing that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had finally arrived, Song Lian was slightly invigorated. He tried his best to swallow the ginseng soup in his mouth and signaled the imperial doctor to give him acupuncture so that he could make arrangements for his funeral.
Zhu Biao sat in front of the couch and held his hand that had become thinner. The palm of his hand was cold but very smooth. Zhu Biao didn't know how to speak for a moment.
Song Lian's eyes were glued to Zhu Biao's face, looking at his sad expression, he smiled and said: "Your Majesty...Your Majesty, have you not had a good rest these days? You should rest more and put the foundation of the country first..."
Zhu Biao responded: "Yes, listen to Master..."
As the imperial doctor withdrew after administering the needle, Song Lian's spirit obviously perked up, but Zhu Biao could feel that the hand he held was getting colder, as if it was colder than the snow outside.
"There is nothing to worry about in the old minister's family. His Highness should not do more promotions out of concern for the old minister. Song Zan is not an official, so he can barely teach in the Imperial College."
"His Royal Highness is very clear about the affairs of the court. I have no teachers for a long time. I am just a master, so I still need to be more tolerant. The Holy One founded the country and was a great hero. Although he governed the world with heavy laws, all the common people in the world were favored by him.
, and no one dares to say anything different.”
"After His Highness inherits the great cause in the future, he will extend his favor to officials, civilians, craftsmen, merchants, and people of foreign vassals. He will stop pioneering, cherish the people's strength and promote reproduction...
"We must cultivate our mind and nature, and cultivate our own moral conduct. It is the most valuable thing for people. There is a saint in our heart, so why bother to admire others? If we cultivate our heart, we can be enlightened and enlightened... If we keep a clear mind and overcome the hypocrisy of others, we can be in harmony with heaven and earth.
To move together, to shine together with the sun and the moon, to move in parallel with the four seasons, to realize the way of a gentleman."
Zhu Biao nodded from time to time, and Song Lian's voice gradually became quieter. Finally, he passed away peacefully under the watchful eyes of all his disciples and family members. The already suppressed sobs in the room gradually grew louder.
Zhu Biao exhaled and gently put Master Song's hand back into the quilt. When he was young, Zhu Biao was away fighting all year round. Apart from his own mother, Master Song was the one who stayed with him the longest.
Zhu Biao's ability today is absolutely inseparable from the earnest teachings of the old master. When he first came here, he looked down on the old classics. It was Song Lian who made him realize the universe and everything in it, and how to conduct things, cultivate oneself and govern the country.
In it, you can find everything you want.
The Song Mansion was busy until early in the morning, and news came from the palace that the Holy Emperor had announced that he would withdraw from the court for three days. Not long after, eunuchs came to announce the decree in memory. The last sentence was, "I have served me for twenty-three years, and there is not a single word that is false.
There is no difference in criticizing a person's shortcomings. It is not just a gentleman, but a virtuous one!"
These are Zhu Yuanzhang's coffin-closing words to his old ministers. They are not limited to gentlemen, but like the sages of ancient times, they include his gratitude to him for teaching the prince.
In this case, the officials of the Ministry of Rites must draft a good posthumous title for him to express his sorrow and honor.
On the next day, the imperial court decreed that Song Lian's grandfather was posthumously granted the titles of Yazhong Dafu and Taichang Shaoqing. His father was Jiayi Dafu and Minister of Rites. His grandmother and mother were both posthumously granted the title of Shuren.
As for Song Lian himself, he went to the Imperial Academy to offer wine and was promoted to the rank of Dr. Ronglu, who was in charge of the ministerial affairs. He was given the title of Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, the prince of the Jin Dynasty and the grand master, and was given the posthumous title Wenduan.
The Ministry of Rites drafted the posthumous title and sent it to Lao Zhu. The emperor himself circled Xian and Duan, and ordered them to be sent to the prince. Both of them are undoubtedly beautiful posthumous titles.
Being knowledgeable and versatile is called Xian, and observing etiquette and upholding righteousness is called Duan. The word "Xian" also contains the meaning that although one is versatile, it does not lead to the Great Way.
It cannot be said that it is wrong. The old master is indeed not good at practical matters and can help the situation and the people. However, as a disciple, Zhu Biao will definitely give the master a higher level when he has the right to make decisions.
Being respectful to oneself and showing dignity is called Duan; being sincere and quiet is called Duan; observing etiquette and respecting oneself is called Duan, that’s good!
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In the 16th year of Hongwu, Zhu Biao spent a huge sum of money on medicine and human body research on the pretext of repairing the ancestral mausoleums in the imperial hometown. Today, there are many Japanese slaves there who were injured and injured due to embankment construction, mining and land reclamation...
With the crazy mining of Japan's minerals, the gold and silver reserves of the Ming Dynasty were abundant, and the banknotes issued became more stable, and many merchants in the surrounding vassal countries began to use them.
The crops brought back from overseas in the past few years have also been grown on a larger scale through trial cultivation, seed selection and other methods. Of course, they are mainly grown on barren land and mountains. At present, they are mainly grown as supplementary grains or vegetables.
Judging from the current situation, people in the Central Plains and Jiangnan areas are unwilling to try to grow these crops, preferring to grow more economic crops. The court is not able to enforce them, so they can only cultivate and domesticate them in official fields and imperial fields.
Liaodong, North Korea and other places may be where they want to exert their efforts.
As several small vassal states in Southwest Nanyang annexed their territory, the imperial court's control of the frontiers began to become more and more difficult. Zhu Biao knew that this had reached the limit of the times. In the absence of telegrams, in many cases
There will be no major changes in the means and policies.
Fortunately, Zhu Biao now has enough money to invest in scientific research projects that have not seen any results for decades or hundreds of years, with steam and electricity as the core goals.