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The Book of Rites says: "A gentleman embraces his grandson but not his son." This means that a grandson can serve as the king's father's corpse, but a son cannot serve as his father's corpse. When a great official sees a corpse of a king, he should bow down. If the king knows why he is preparing a corpse, he should bow down himself, and the corpse must be arranged in a proper manner. The carriage must be on a platform.

Yang Bing served as a military officer of Fujun Army. He died young and had a good reputation. Xiahou Xiaoruo wrote a narration for it, praising and mourning it highly. Yang Quan was the Yellow Gate Minister, and sat beside Jianwen. The emperor asked, "Xiahou Zhan was an outstanding figure in the creation of Yang Bingxu. Who are you? Do you have any descendants?" Quan replied with tears in his eyes, "My late uncle Lingwen was famous at an early age, but he had no heir. Although his name spread throughout the world, his descendants will never be born in this holy world." The emperor sighed for a long time.




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