Chapter 46 Chapter 42: Long Yan Wrath

In the imperial study room, Emperor Wu was looking at the "Benji of Emperor Wu" in the "Tai Shi Gong Shu" submitted by Sima Qian. First, his eyes lit up, and he praised "well written, well written", and then frowned... Then his face sank... Then the veins on his head burst out... Then he threw the slip on the ground and shouted: "Rewrite it for me!" Emperor Wu never expected that a disaster would happen to assassinate him... Since the death of the crown prince, Emperor Wu was so sad that he lay down all day without eating or drinking, which made everyone anxious.

Mrs. Gouyi was on guard day and night, Huo Guang, Jin Ridun, Tian Wenjie and other ministers newly appointed by Emperor Wu took turns to visit, and the newly appointed Prime Minister Che Qianqiu was even more busy going in and out. As soon as Emperor Wu closed his eyes, the prince would appear in front of his eyes, lingering, and when he opened his eyes, there seemed to be a voice calling "Father Emperor, Father Emperor" from beside him, so Emperor Wu was so nervous that he would close his eyes and open them again, in order to relieve him. Missing, Emperor Wu left Chang'an and went to Ganquan Palace in the north of Chang'an.

Ganquan Palace is a beautiful palace.Ganquan Palace was the main residence for Emperor Wu to escape the summer heat in his later years. The palaces are surrounded by mountains and rivers, surrounded by springs and streams in the garden, and the mountain breeze is blowing, making it extremely cool. The ensuing disasters nearly broke Emperor Wu's spirit.In Jianzhang Palace in Chang'an, he no longer served as the concubine's dormitory, but only stayed in the Xuan room of the front hall. Sometimes he had to change his residence several times a day, and he had to be guarded by many guards day and night.When he arrived at Ganquan Palace, he was even more heavily guarded. He didn't live in the Concubine Yi Palace, but only in the office where he handled official business, and there were personal guards on all four walls of the inner room, and there were even tall, strong, martial arts concubines in the outer room. Wei Jin Rixun waited, it can be said that nothing will go wrong.But Emperor Wu never imagined that a problem of assassinating him still appeared.

Emperor Wu, who was easy to wake up from sleep, woke up before dawn, but he didn't want to get up, and wanted to sleep for a while. In a daze, he suddenly heard a "pop" sound from the outer room, followed by Jin Rixun exclaiming "there is an assassin" Almost at the same time he heard the sound, Emperor Wu jumped up, and the four personal guards on duty in the house also reacted to defend Emperor Wu at the same time.A masked man fell at the door and was stepped on by Jin Ridun. Several guards roared and rushed over to tie him up. Jin Rixun tore off his mask and recognized Mang He Luo, Emperor Wu's bodyguard. Emperor Wu shouted: "Mang He Luo, I have treated you well, why did you assassinate me?"

Mang He Luo said, "Avenge Jiang Chong." Emperor Wu was furious and ordered to pull it down and cut it down.He also ordered his brother Mang Tong to be killed together. After Mang Tong was arrested, he confessed that he and his elder brother Mang He Luo were Jiang Chong's buddies in Emperor Wu's bodyguard. As long as his elder brother succeeded in assassinating Emperor Wu, he would spread rumors in Chang'an, and the two brothers should cooperate with each other to make a big fuss. After experiencing this real assassination, Emperor Wu became more and more frightened. After returning to Jianzhang Palace, he lived in the Xuan Room of the front hall. Personal guards were arranged inside and outside to guard him. A sharp sword was placed next to his pillow. on duty.

After lunch, Emperor Wu Xuan Sima moved into the palace. "Sima Aiqing, you have been by my side for decades. You are like a mirror for me. Others only say good things to me and report good things but not bad things. Only you always remind me." "Your Majesty," Sima Qian said emotionally, "Your subjects are not mirrors, but history is a mirror. What your subjects show to the Emperor is the cruel reality. If the Emperor cannot face it squarely, it will turn into ruthless history." "Well said, the reason why I value you is because you are very honest, without any falsehood."

"Your Majesty, how dare a subject commit the crime of deceiving the emperor, what the subject thinks in his heart, he will say to the emperor." "That's why I've kept you by my side for so many years. Because you never flatter me." "Subordinates dare not deceive the king." Emperor Wu looked at Sima Qian's beardless chin, felt deeply guilty, and sighed: "Sima Aiqing, I have indeed failed you." Sima Qian was moved to tears: "Your Majesty, that is all in the past..." Sima Qian thought that it was unprecedented for a supreme emperor to be ashamed of a small minister. After all, he was an emperor and he should not be too demanding of him.

"The history book you wrote, I must issue a decree to the world to promote it." "Thank you, Emperor Long En, Sima Qian and my late father are very grateful." "I want to hear what you wrote." "Your Majesty, Confucius' "Spring and Autumn" and subsequent history books are all in the chronicle style, and the history written by the ministers is written in the biography style." "Oh, what is the advantage of biography over chronicle?" Sima Qian said earnestly: "My lord, the chronological style is based on writing history by year, which has certain limitations and is not easy to develop, while the chronological style belongs to the general history, which can be connected from top to bottom and elaborated in depth. I have written from the Three Emperors and Five Emperors to the early days of the Western Han Dynasty. In the first year, it lasted three thousand years, and the ministers kept in mind the changes of the past and the present, and became the words of a family."

Emperor Wu nodded and said, "Oh, that's right, how many articles have you finished?" "Report to the emperor. One hundred and thirty chapters have been completed." Sima Qian said hesitantly. "Ah, it's not easy. Let me have a sneak peek at the one where the late emperor died." Emperor Wu also said: "Sima Aiqing, after my death, there are three things that I worry about the most. One is the heir to the throne, the other is the selection of assistant ministers, and the third is the review of historical books. The first two are all settled. Now I am most concerned about The history book you wrote, you bring it, I want to read it."

Sima Qian's heart tightened, and he evaded, "My Majesty, the book is not yet finished..." Emperor Wu resolutely said: "Then you first submit the writing about me and the writing about the late emperor." "yes." Sima Qian hurried home and said to his wife Wen Zhen: "The emperor wants to check the part of the history of the dynasty I wrote. I don't think he will be satisfied. If anything happens to me, you must send the copy back to your hometown for safekeeping. I see you and Qing'er Let’s move as soon as possible.” Sima Qiong came in and heard it, and asked, "Father, what will happen if the emperor is not satisfied?"

"The consequences will not be good. Since ancient times, emperors have believed that they are supreme and the world belongs to the emperor, so they all regard the history of the country as their own. Naturally, they cannot accept the slightest criticism." The daughter looked at her father worriedly: "Father, what will happen if you criticize?" "Since ancient times, kings who follow me prosper, and those who oppose me perish. The consequences are naturally much more dangerous." "Father, you..." "Qiong'er, you have to remember that a historian must first respect history, and tampering with the truth in order to please the king is a blasphemy against history." Sima Qiong said: "Father, the emperor will harm you. Father, what's wrong with saying something nice about the emperor?" Sima Qian said sternly: "As a true historian, he pays attention to factual records, not flattery. If you do that, not to mention ruining the reputation of our Sima historians, but also insulting history. To be a father is to die. I will definitely not write flattery, nor will I tamper with historical truth." "Wenzhen, Qing'er, let's go to the back room to collect the copies!" Sima Qian said. Wen Zhen said: "These dungeons can't fit in two cars. After returning to Xiayang, where can I hide them? They can't be used as firewood." Qing'er said: "You can't hide in the teacher's relative's house. If something happens, it is easy to be searched out. I think it should be hidden in the temple. The target is smaller. Qing'er will protect it even if he dies." Sima Qian nodded and said, "Very good, send the copy to Xia Yang and let Qing'er find a way to hide it in the temple." The family got busy in the back room. The next day, Sima Qian brought the written "Benji of Xiaojing" and "Benji of Emperor Wu" into the palace. In the imperial study room, Emperor Wu was reading the "Benji of Emperor Wudi" presented by Sima Qian, his eyes lit up first, and he praised: "Well written, well written..." Then he frowned, and then his face sank... After reading on, I saw him throwing the slips to the ground and shouting: "Rewrite it for me!" Sima Qian had expected it a long time ago, knowing that writing history truthfully would lead to disaster, but he still asked: "Your Majesty, which part do you want to rewrite?" "You know it yourself." "emperor……" "Hmph..." Emperor Wu stood up and walked away. Sima Qian returned home with a depressed expression, he had a premonition that a disaster was about to come.At night, Sima Qian leaned on the railing alone and stared at the vast sky, saying to himself: "Father, what should I do my child? If I only write about Emperor Wu's great talents, his success, and his great achievements, and hide his tyranny, he will His cruelty, the decay of his old age...Is this right? Father, your spirit in heaven hears the child's call, so give me some advice...Father, the child is waiting for your advice..." But the sky is still dark, only a few stars are twinkling... Sima Qian shed tears... "Husband, what are you doing standing here? It's getting late. Be careful of catching cold. Go back and rest." Wang Wenzhen helped Sima Qian into the house. "Qian'er..." Si Wuqian seemed to hear a soft call, and when he looked up, his white-haired father seemed to appear in the sky... "Qian'er, my father knows your difficulties, but this is not your personal difficulty, but also the difficulties of historical historians. Father knows that you have been tortured for being loyal to history. It is not your fault." "Father, my son has shamed the ancestors, and my son is not filial." "No, Qian'er, you did the right thing. You didn't humiliate your ancestors. You were loyal to the court, and your ancestors honored you." "Father, the child will be in trouble again, what will the child do?" "Qian'er, you have to remember that history is not the history of the emperor alone, and history is not written for the emperor alone. History is not only a wake-up call for the present, but also a reference for future generations. If there is only praise, there is no truthful review. History will lose its meaning and value." "Father, Qian'er remember, father..." "Husband, wake up. Husband, are you dreaming?" His wife Wen Zhen woke him up and asked. "I dreamed of my late father." Sima Qian bowed several times in front of his late father's spirit tablet. "Father, Qian'er will remember your teachings. The world belongs to the people in the world, and history is not the history of the emperor alone. How can history be written for the emperor alone. Even if Qian'er dies, he will never be held accountable for history." Qing'er came in, talked to Sima, knelt down with the spirit card, and swore: "The spirit of the first teacher is above the heavens. Qing'er has been adopted by the adults. The teacher's kindness to Qing'er is as great as a mountain, and now the relocation of the teacher will be difficult. Qing'er will escort the copy of the history book to Xiayang with his teacher's wife. " "Qing'er, thank you." Sima Qian helped Qing'er up, choked up and said. Tomorrow, Qing'er will be leaving, and the copies of the 130 chapters of "Historical Records" have been packed. "Teacher, Qing'er knows the weight of this book." Qing'er said with tears. Sima Qian touched Qing'er's hand and said, "Qing'er, you are really my good brother." Two carriages stopped by the road, and Sima Qian said goodbye to his wife and Qing'er. "Husband..." Wang Wenzhen shook Sima Qian's hand and said, "After we leave, you must be more careful. Accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger. Husband, don't be too straightforward." "Wen Zhen, thank you for your hard work." Sima Qian cried. Sima Qian said to Qing'er again: "Qing'er, you came to my house since childhood. You and I are both teachers and students, and brothers. I wrote this book with blood and tears. It is the painstaking effort of my whole life. It is more important than my life. You must protect it." "Teacher, don't worry, as long as Qing'er is here, there will be books." The car started. Sima Qian stared until the car had completely disappeared, Sima Qian was still staring. "Father, let's go home." Qiong Er supported her father. "Alas..." Sima Qian burst into tears, he had a premonition that this was the farewell to Qing'er... Sima Qian found that Emperor Wu did not trust him very much. He often discussed matters with Huo Guang and others, and then asked Sima Qian to withdraw. On this day, when Huo Guang came, Sima Qian withdrew as usual, and before reaching the palace gate, Huo Guang chased after him. "Sima Qian, the emperor ordered you to submit the history book." "Yes. I'll go back and get it."