These eunuchs are corrupt and attack loyal ministers, which is naturally hateful. But eunuchs are not all like this, and there is also a clean stream among these dirty people.
For example, during the filial piety of the Ming Dynasty, the eunuch He Ding was loyal, and once Shouning's brothers came to the palace for dinner.
Two brothers are amazing. As an emperor, Zhu Shitang of Emperor Xiaozong of Ming Dynasty had only one wife, Empress Zhang, and these two brothers were the brothers of Empress Zhang.
The two brothers, with the influence of their elder sister, are inevitably a little puffed up.
Halfway through the banquet, the emperor went to the toilet, and his hat may have been put on his seat. Zhang Heling really picked it up and put it on himself.
He Ding is a little uncomfortable.
Later, another time, the two men actually opened the curtain of the emperor in the harem to see that He Ding picked up the golden melon used by the samurai and was about to fight.
This incident made a big deal, and the queen was very angry. She sent He Ding to prison and asked him if he was in charge.
He Ding said, "Yes!"
Ask: "Who?"
A: Confucius and Mencius.
This answer is right, quite Chen Geng style.
He Ding is an honest and frank eunuch, and some eunuchs have high attainments in culture and art.
For example, a eunuch named Bao Zhong likes to sit on a big stone and write poems on it in his spare time.
Sometimes, just in case of the wind, the wind blows up the falling leaves in the valley, and the bell is long-sleeved and fluttering like a fairy.
Eunuchs do this, which shows that their spiritual pursuit is different from other vulgar eunuchs.
It's just a style. It's not clear how good his poems are.
There have always been eunuchs with high cultural attainments, such as Zhang's good partner in Wanli, who dabbled in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, especially in calligraphy. The inscription of The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival was written by him personally.
This is a famous eunuch, and there are also some unknown eunuchs, such as Dai Yi.
In the palace, I passed two emperors, Ming Xianzong and Emperor Xiaozong of Ming Dynasty, and studied calligraphy intensively. His calligraphy works can be compared with Shen Du, who was called Wang Xizhi of Daming by Judy, the founding emperor of Ming Dynasty.
Compared with calligraphy, Dai Yi is also a genius in music.
At that time, there was a woman in the south who played the piano well, which was rarely matched from the south to the north. When the woman heard that Dai Yi was famous, she made a special trip to visit and compete with him.
Dai Yi promised to meet at Hume. The two agreed on a place, and the curtain was better than art.
Dai Yi played the piano first, and then played a song. Sounds like a crane and running water. The woman turned pale, dropped the piano and never played again.
How the piano skills are unknown, but the eunuch's poems have been passed down to this day.
Jiajing years, a eunuch wrote a song "caged birds":
I was caught in the royal snare and was trapped for a long time.
Growing in a forbidden garden with lush flowers and trees, there is no suburb with millet.
At dusk in autumn, every time I dream about the distance, more good sounds are made in the depths of space in spring.
The title of unsuccessful favor has been reported, and Yu Ao has been tortured for many years.
This is not so much about the bird in the cage as about himself. Eunuchs are never birds trapped in a net. It was Wang Ao who borrowed birds to mourn himself.
There is also a eunuch named Zhang Qian, who wrote a poem "Struggle for Weaving" about the intrigue in the palace.
I have been in court since I left the grass, and the sage has never forgotten my kindness.
Eating enough in an urn can always refresh your mind, but in a rage, you dare to destroy the strong.
At night, the enemy's voice must still be very excited. In autumn, the intensity is high and the teeth are getting longer and longer.
After the fundus is cut flat, who succeeds will discuss green and yellow.
This is talking about promoting weaving and the life of eunuchs. In this life, he left the grass and became a monk, working hard in this palace like an urn. But after this life, who cares if you are dead or alive?
Anyway, this shows that eunuchs have a good cultural foundation.
Finally, let's talk about Sun, the last eunuch in China. He wrote a poem at the age of 85 in 1987, lamenting his life:
The residual body is ashamed to enter the deep palace, and life is gray.
In hall of mental cultivation, Emperor Huai Xun, in Palace of Gathered Elegance, I recalled the past.
Wandering the rivers and lakes, wandering the mountains and facing the ascetic monks.
A hundred years of vicissitudes are all a pulse, and when it is good, it is empty.