Fu Shan's heart is very resistant to these things. The emperor of the Qing Dynasty is not his emperor, but where can the world be at ease? Frequent visits by local officials let him know that he had nowhere to hide. After more than half a year's delay, Dai Mengxiong, the magistrate of Yangqu County, personally put him on the chariot. In order to show respect for this great scholar, he personally dispatched 20 people from the county government to escort him.
When the rut was far behind, Fu Shan knew that he had no way out. Beijing, a distant and familiar place, is waiting for him. His last trip to Beijing made him famous. In order to teach Yuan Jixian, he can gather students and walk to Beijing. In the face of eunuchs, he can express his grievances by beating gongs and drums without fear of persecution. That is his Daming, a big man's world, even if there is injustice, it can be washed away; Even if there are grievances, you can be calm. That year, he was only 27 years old, high-spirited and ambitious, and wanted to help the world.
But now, he is over 70 years old, and has experienced ups and downs everywhere, as well as the disappearance of mountains and forests. Life is just one vortex after another. You have escaped one and another is waiting for you. Fate opened the net, and when you jumped in and struggled hard, she gradually showed a smile of appreciation.
Fu Shan thinks that the road ahead is not only the road to the imperial city, but also the road to the last moment. He has been preparing for this moment for many years. At first, he resisted death, thinking that she was cruel and heartless, and always took many people away without saying hello. Therefore, after the change of Shen Jiazhi, many people chose to become martyrs, but he didn't. He always comforts himself, living, though difficult, can do more.
It was getting dark, and the day's trek gradually cleared his mind. Over the years, he has been to Jiangnan, Yangzhou and Jiading. Where did all those people who fought bloody battles under the rumble of guns and were full of hatred for the Qing court go? As far as we can see, ordinary people began to pay grain taxes and raise silkworms to reel in silk. Time has changed not only towns, but also people's hearts. He stroked the scarlet cassock in his bag under the lamp, and the past more than 30 years ago came to mind. That year, he entered the mountain and studied under Guo, a Taoist priest of Wufeng Mountain in Shouyang. He is known as "Zhu Yi Taoist" and "Stone Taoist". Zhu, the clothes of Zhu surname; A stone maker is like a stone maker. How many people know this intention?
In the dim light, the humble pen and paper in the post station didn't make him lose interest, but his real pride spilled out. He wrote: "I have tasted the white eyebrows. Biography of Qin Cheng's Swordsman, half an hour. " Meng Haoran's poems reminded him of his youth. When people are old, they like to remember. This memory is full of youthful blood, and the rivers and lakes in the swords and swords are slowly drifting away. He carefully studied his own words. In contrast, Gu Zhuo is vigorous, in which brushwork and meaning are constantly connected, and vertical escape is strange. Oh, that's a good word. No wonder the little emperor also called himself to the imperial city.
Fu Shan has always been able to shrug off his calligraphy. After so many years of deliberate carving, although he has a little taste, compared with the natural charm, it is really heaven and earth. When I was young, I copied Zhao Mengfu, thinking that this was the beauty of calligraphy. Song Xue can thoroughly study every corpse and is good at six books. He is gentle and gentle, and seems to be connected with the right-wing army. If his talent, his romantic literature and art were the best at that time. Its charm can be imagined, making people worship.
During the boom, people seemed to be much more tolerant. When the fate of "a leopard cannot change his spots" is imposed on himself, everything is different, and Song Xue's words look disgusting.
Fu Shan once bluntly said, "I don't like Zhao Ziang very much, but I hate his books."
However, decades later, he re-examined the first teacher of calligraphy, and his views began to change again.
"Hold a candle sigh, people want to heartbroken. Zhao Si is really strange, and he is also very good at managing maids. "
Has Daming been dead for a long time, and that kind of pain has gone away and started to change slowly?
Out of Taihang Mountain, it is getting closer and closer to Beijing. Fu Shan, holding a southern classic, has been in sight. A traveler accosted him, and he said to himself, "The old man should learn from Lao Zi and Zhuangzi." The traveler gave up his hand, said something wonderful, and then stopped talking. Now most of these officials are studying in Beijing for exams, and occasionally there are businessmen. Tatars have been in Shanhaiguan for a long time, and they have also begun to be enlightened by the king. As long as the heads of the Han people don't drop, the shaved old men are embarrassed to enter the official position, but they are still clamoring for the younger generation to go to Beijing to catch the exam. It is said that Huang Zongxi not only sent his son Huang Baijia to Beijing, but also sent the top scholar Wan Sitong to the History Museum, and Chen Zhenhui's son Chen Weisong also arrived in Beijing. Gu's nephew won the imperial examination in the 9th year of Kangxi, and was awarded as editor of imperial academy. At that time, Chen Zhenhui's articles were famous for their beauty and elegance. It turns out that they are the sons of reunion and romance. Once the country dies, it will be buried in the earth room and will not go to the city for more than ten years. Adherents always ask about life and death in sunny mountain, and linger on drinking, which makes listeners sad. Who knows, times have changed, and my old bones looks redundant and out of place.
Along the way, the weather began to warm up slowly, and the exam was in March. By the time we got to Fangshan, it was already mid-February. Fu Shan reasoned that if the front foot entered the Forbidden City, the back foot would be condemned. I can't. He began to get hot that night. The pawn of the post office went to fetch hot water, and his son, Fu Mei, ran out for a doctor. Wait until midnight, the doctor came, took the pulse and told everyone that it was cold and could not walk. As soon as everyone answered, they began to report upwards. After layers of transmission, it finally reached the sky. It also respects Su Ru and lets the old man move to Xinglong Temple to rest. It is said that the exam is still next month, so it is very important to take care of yourself first.
When the news came, Fu Shan breathed a sigh of relief and went to Xinglong Temple for a few days. Fu Mei quipped, "Xinglong Temple was built in the Ming Dynasty. I heard that there are still clocks cast during Chenghua and Wanli years. "
"Oh ..." Answered softly, but his heart ran through the hometown of mountains and rivers, one by one fragmented.
When Fu Shan was able to get up, he moved to Xinglong Temple with his family and entourage.
In February, it is still cold in the morning and evening. When the wind blows, it rustles even more. Kangxi invited Xu to talk in front of the temple. He liked this Han Chinese very much. He once said to Xiao Zhang, "Although Xu is learned, he has a degree of advance and retreat. Hearing this, Rong Ruo stepped forward and said, "Mr. Xu is my teacher and my father appreciates him very much. Mr. Wan also praised his natural disposition, and he has ten thousand volumes in his chest. " Kangxi nodded and put this Han Chinese in his heart from now on.
It's been several years now. Xu has done things well in the bookstore, and Kangxi is also very satisfied with the dignity attached by talented people. Let him come in and talk today, so as to have a good idea of the exam in March.
Xu has passed the age of no doubt and is full of confidence in this new stadium. He often said that as long as people live and work in peace and contentment, scholars can make contributions. Who sits in the dragon chair instead? This time, he was very excited about his erudition and macro words. If Confucian celebrities can come to Korea, it is really the heart of the world.
"Xu Shixue, did you hear that Fu Shan came this time?"
"Congratulations to the emperor, this Fu Shan is a famous man of integrity. His coming to North Korea symbolizes the prosperity of our Qing Dynasty. "
Kangxi listened and nodded slightly. He tapped the box with his knuckles twice, and then said thoughtfully, "I heard that this Fushan has a scarlet cassock? What do you mean by young master wearing a red robe? "
Hearing this, Xu immediately knelt down and kowtowed and said, "The Emperor is the master of wisdom, benevolence and wisdom, and Fu Shan is a foreigner. Now that he has entered the world of mortals and made a pilgrimage to Beijing, I am afraid he will never wear this robe again. "
Kangxi came down from the imperial case, his hands propped up. "So, good."
Xu got up and explained the arrangement of the exam in detail. Kangxi was very satisfied and let him kneel down.
The next day, Xu deliberately asked for leave and went out of town. When the car bumped, he sighed in his heart. "This old son is very troublesome. If it is really because of a cassock, I can't get away with it. "
In the whisper of swallows, March has come. The peach blossom is burning, and Fu Shan caresses the clock in the temple, beating the rhythm of the drum in his heart. The sidewalk outside the door has been padded with loess, even if there are dignitaries visiting.
In the past few days in Beijing, many people have come, and calling in sick can't stop the enthusiasm of scholars. Those real friends are alienated, and those friends in where will you go are getting farther and farther in his life.
The coming, coming, Fu Shan firmly believes that he is ready.
However, his heart began to feel uneasy for no reason. In the evening, he had a dream about the tragic appearance of Emperor Zhuang Liedi. And what he mumbled. Will, and every word is clear. "I've been in Deng Ji for seventeen years, and the thief is the capital. I am humble and humble, and my work is responsible, but all ministers are at fault. I am ashamed to see my ancestors when I die, and I have to take off my crown and cover my face with my hair, so that the thieves can split up and not hurt anyone! "
Fu Shan didn't cry, but she felt her face was wet. About the dew at night. I am so old, I shouldn't be so sad. He decided to start a hunger strike.
Seven days later, Kangxi came in person.
When the eunuch came to the temple, Fu Shan began to panic. I didn't expect the Tatar emperor to really pretend to be a corporal. It would be rude of me if I didn't deal with it.
Helpless, Fu Shan put on clean clothes, put the white beard through the perforated strainer, and let the grandchild find the Confucian crown and put it on.
In March, Kangxi Shi Shiran entered the Peach Blossom Garden, and Xinglong Temple was renovated. The road is covered with loess, and the pillars of the temple are surrounded by golden curtains. Fu Shan looked at the man, but he was in his mid-twenties, not tall, but tall and straight, with a few pockmarked faces and a trance like a childe.
Fu Shan thought to himself, "Isn't this writing and martial arts, which will pacify Emperor Kangxi of San Francisco?"
Kangxi came in, bearing luxurious but not aggressive, a friendly look.
The eunuch led the way and introduced Kangxi into the Zen room where the abbot of Xinglong Temple received visitors. Fang sat down at the head and said, "I heard from Wei Shangshu that you have been ill since you came to Beijing. I came to see you today. "
At this time, the governor monk offered green tea and quietly retired.
Fu Shan bowed his hand. "Thank you, but I am old and weak, so I can't go to the big exam for honor."
Kangxi waved his hand. "It's okay, I came to the capital, this is my sincerity. Everyone knows that Mr. Wang is knowledgeable and ambitious, and his cursive script is even more important. "
Fu Shan listened to Kangxi's tone so politely and even sincerely.
Kangxi took a sip of tea and continued: "If you can go to the museum and wear a flower feather to add luster to your body, it will be a beautiful talk, so that scholars all over the world know how honored I am to respect Confucianism."
Fu Shan quickly shook his head and looked up at the emperor: "I am a rural villager, and I am ignorant. I only know how to write two words. What about kingship and wealth? Now I am dying on the journey, I don't know where to bury the bones? "
Kangxi smiled faintly, then lowered his eyebrows and said, "I heard that Mr. Wang has a good medical skill, especially gynecology." If I had invited my husband to the palace a few years ago, my queen would not have died so early. Now I will never see it again in the sky and on the ground, and my heart often hurts for it. "
Fu Shan's heart was hit, and the voice and smile of his dead wife Jing Jun suddenly appeared in this spread-out room, as if decades had not passed, and she was still so beautiful and lovely, but she was already a weak body, and her heart was suffering great pain.
When Kangxi saw Fu Shan's silence, he knew that he was also sad. After pondering for a while, he still asked, "Now that the world is at peace and the people are at ease, do you still have that red robe?"
Fu Shan walked to the door and said softly. After a while, a young monk came in with a copper basin full of red-hot carbon, followed by his grandson, who was holding a scarlet robe on a wooden tray.
"There are garments. Please have a look. "
Fu Shan shook the red skirt and threw it into the copper basin. The flame jumped up and caught fire once or twice.
"Good, good." Kangxi said, stepped out.
In the eighteenth year of Kangxi (1679), this meeting passed in this way.
Many courtiers in this book played the role of punishing Fu Shan for not taking the exam, not thanking him, and even refusing to bow down. Kangxi just smiled. Qingyin said, "Old Mr. Fu Shan is a famous man. Please lie down and eat." Also specially sealed the cabinet book, please local officials to save the topic.
In this way, the students were more impressed by the demeanor of the emperor's adult and the corporal of propriety and righteousness, saying that catching up with Emperor Taizong would inevitably become a wise king.
Fu Shan heard these words on the return trip, smiled and specially wrote a banner, saying that he would give it to the emperor.
The local officials were afraid and gave up on their behalf.
Kangxi opened it and found two poems:
"Since the mountain can't be flat, I'll add another peak."
Wei Xiangshu, the minister of punishments, praised: "Fu Shan is a good word. Its appearance is not good, but it is sincere and mellow, with natural taste. "
Kangxi smiled. "Dear ladies, how do you explain this poem by Fu Shan?"
Pearl stepped out of the queue and said, "It's just shinya yamanaka's crazy talk. Why should the emperor take it seriously? "
"Xu, you tell me"
Xu cursed in his heart, old Xi 'er, go away and make trouble. Kneel quickly, while knees forward. "The emperor is wise, and Fu Shan may mean that the era of Emperor Chongzhen has passed, and Qing is the destiny." The courtiers on one side were whispering, some nodded yes, some were silent, and some gently shook their heads and sighed.
The emperor got this answer and his face was very beautiful. He handed the calligraphy and painting to Zhang An's eunuch and said to put it away.
Kangxi stepped down from the throne, glanced at the officials below, and then said, "Since ancient times, there must be learned people who have prospered a generation, and there must be contributions to revitalizing literature and explaining history. Today, there are 50 outstanding people in the world, all of whom have been given official positions and included in the History Museum (note: Zhu Yizun, Wang Wan, Pan Lei, Mao Qiling, Huang Baijia and Chen Weisong are among them). This is really a blessing on earth. You should be diligent in politics and devote yourself to your country. You must not live up to this era of peace and prosperity. "
"I'm waiting for you."
Followed by the sound of long live the mountain call.
Five years later (1684), Fu Shan died at his home in Shanxi.