Kong Rong quickly finished writing Zhang Xi's biography and showed it to Yang Biao excitedly.
After Yang Biao finished reading it, he stroked his beard and thought for a long time. "Wen Ju is brilliant and pleasing to the eye."
Although Kong Rong is arrogant, he is not stupid.
Yang Biao only praised his literary talent, but did not say the content, which was obviously not satisfied with this biography.
"Please correct me first."
Yang Biao put down his biography, put it aside gently, and talked about an old story.
More than 20 years ago, he proofreaded Dongguan with Ma Riyi, Cai Yong, Lu Zhi, Han Shuo and others, compiled dozens of biographies of the monarchs and ministers before Emperor Xiaoling, and wrote dozens of articles including the records, sects, biography, and biography. Everyone is knowledgeable, but everyone is recognized that Cai Yong is the most talented in history, so Cai Yong undertakes the heaviest task, and the ten chapters of the accusations were almost completed by Cai Yong alone.
Once, they chatted and talked about the difference between history and literature. Cai Yong had a point of view that everyone agreed with.
The biggest difference between history and literature lies in fact.
You can have different evaluations of one thing, but the thing itself must be true. You can be biased and choose something about the facts, but everything written into history books should happen really, not fictional. .
The sages are in the Spring and Autumn Period, and the pen is in the brush, and the pen is in the sharpening direction. However, they must not create a word on the wall. The first thing must be based on documents.
In this regard, Cai Yong criticized Sima Qian, saying that there are many things in the "Book of Taishi Gong" that are heard and not facts. But Sima Qian had his own choice, and many historical facts were too far away and there was no document at all. Records have to be recorded in history as legends.
However, this is not the case for writing this dynasty, especially contemporary people.
If you ignore the facts and make up at will, then historical books are not historical books, but family words.
Cai Yong's views were unanimously recognized by everyone, so they later wrote historical works and basically followed this principle.
After Yang Biao finished speaking, he gently pointed Kong Rong's work. "It is hard to cook without rice. The difficulty of Zhang Jili's passing on the Ji lies in the fact that there is nothing to write about."
Kong Rong was so sexy. "Since you know there is nothing to write about, what can I do?"
"If it's easy, why bother writing? Do you think Cai Yan can't write this biography, is she unwilling to edit it or not?"
"I..." Kong Rong blinked his sleeves, glared at his eyes and his beard blew up.
"Wen Ju is so worried." Yang Biao gently pushed back the biography on the case.
Kong Rong took the biography and left with her sleeves.
Behind the screen beside him, Mrs. Yuan walked out. Mrs. Yuan glanced at Kong Rong's back and frowned. "Wenxian, if such a corrupt scholar stays by his side, he may not be able to succeed or fail."
Yang Biao stroked his beard, his face was solemn, and he sighed quietly.
"I hope you won't blame me in the midst of the nine scoundrels."
Mrs. Yuan curled her lips. "Don't worry, at least Cai Boyi won't blame you. If he was alive, I think he would agree with your point of view. Using his pen to criticize people, he should be right, and it is not a good history. for."
She paused and raised her eyebrows lightly. "I don't expect that although Zhao Ji is a woman, she inherited Cai Boyi's talent and greatly increased my ambition. In my opinion, her future achievements should be above Ban Zhao."
Yang Biao glanced at Mrs. Yuan in surprise, and wanted to speak but stopped.
When he returned to his residence, Kong Rong was surprised to see Ni Heng walking in the yard at a glance.
"Did you come back so early?"
Ni Heng rolled his eyes. "I didn't go out today. You are busy writing biography, but I don't know."
"Have you found that young man?" Kong Rong smiled, and didn't mind, and asked casually.
Ni Heng rolled his eyes again. "I found it, he said he would come to argue with me. I guess it's only been two days."
"Who?"
"Meng Da, the man from Fufeng."
Kong Rong was stunned for a moment, turned around and looked at Ni Heng. "Is it the Mengda and Mencius Du, the Minister of the Sanqi, the Minister of the Official Residence?"
"You know?"
Kong Rong laughed. "Zhengping, Meng Da is a rising star in Chang'an City. He is the first among the third-year dropouts in the martial arts lecture hall. He directly selected Guanzhong Junyan who was a Sanqi cavalry. Because of this, he was still troubled.
There is a lot of trouble."
"What kind of storm?"
"His father was named Meng Tuo, and he once presented wine to Zhang Rang in exchange for being the governor of Liangzhou."
Ni Heng was stunned for a while and said in despair: "So it's such a person. I feel that my ears are dirty when I hear it. What else can I do with him? Forget it, I'm not unlucky, and it's wasted a lot of effort."
After saying that, Ni Heng turned around and went back to the room, raised his hand as he walked. "If he came to me, he would say that my eyes hurt and I wouldn't see you."
Kong Rong rushed forward and grabbed Ni Heng. "I will help you wash your eyes, look at the biography I just made for Zhang Jiliyu."
The two of them sat in the hall. Ni Heng read Kong Rong's article and nodded in an old-fashioned manner.
"Wen Ju's articles have made progress, which is gratifying."
"But the Taiwei said that it is not in line with the way of history to create a false wall."
Ni Heng's eyes rolled. "The straight pen points directly to the original, not to stick to the original appearance in everything. Dong Hu wrote to Zhao Dun to kill his king, how did he say that Zhao Dun killed his king with his hands? As a ruler, he would not cross the border and would not return.
To fight against thieves, it is contrary to the righteousness of the monarch and his subjects, and you should bear the name of killing the king. If you embrace the original appearance of the mud, then Dong Zhuo will not do anything to abolish the establishment, and the one who supports the current emperor is Yuan Wei."
"I think so too, why..." Kong Rong was helpless and sighed for a moment, suddenly stunned, and raised his head suddenly. "Zhengping, this is not what the emperor means, right?"
"What's the meaning?"
"You think, if the young emperor was abolished, it would not be the rebel Dong Zhuo who was appointed today, but Yuan Wei, who was the fourth generation and the three dukes, wouldn't it be more moral?"
Ni Heng also reacted. "Then the emperor wanted to expel Yuan Shao from the Yuan clan, and Yuan Shu was the leader, and he enjoyed his merits alone. Otherwise, with this great merit, Yuan Shao would have entered the court to rule."
"That's right!" The two of them shouted at the same time, and finally grasped the emperor's true thoughts.
After a moment of happiness, Kong Rong pulled away his excitement and returned to the original question.
"Then how should I write this biography?"
Ni Heng said without hesitation: "Heart proves."
"Heart proof?"
"Although Zhang Jili has no achievements, he is moral. He is not afraid of Dong Zhuo's cruelty, and accompanied the emperor to move westward, loyal to the emperor, never leaving him, and has no loss of virtue. Even if he opposed Du Tian, he was still thinking about the court, and his ambition was commendable.
I feel sorry for my heart. From this point of view, it is naturally easy to write.”
Kong Rong nodded in agreement.
He thought for a while, stood up and said, "I want to ask the people who traveled with him. Collecting some deeds may be more fulfilling. Zhengping, do you want to be with me?"
Ni Heng shook his head. "A person like Meng Da can directly choose a cavalry. The emperor is too rude to use people, and he will choose good and bad. I want to write a letter to the Jinma Gate and ask the emperor to dismiss Meng Da and purify the emperor's side."
Kong Rong tugged his palm and sighed. "Your youth is so terrifying. Zhengping, you are still quick to react and take the lead. I am no longer as sharp as before."
Ni Heng smiled proudly, walked to Kong Rong's desk, took the paper and pen, and took it with a wave.
He put down his pen, picked up the article he had just written, and nodded with satisfaction.