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Yin Zhongjun was an expert at understanding the meridians, but he became useless in middle age. There was a messenger who was always there, but he suddenly kowtowed and bled. Hao asked why? He said, "There is a matter of death that cannot be told." After a long questioning, he finally said, "My mother is nearly a hundred years old and has been ill for a long time. If the officials can find her pulse, there will be a chance of survival. Then I will kill her without any regrets." Moved by his sincerity, he had her carried in, and he took her pulse and prescribed medicine. After taking one dose of soup, he recovered. So all the classics were burned.
When Wang Xun was ill, he asked Wang Wugang, "Who do people compare my army to?" Wugang replied, "People compare me to Wang Beizhonglang." Dongting turned around and lay facing the wall, sighing, "People cannot live forever!"
Huan Xuanwu and Xi Chao discussed the extermination of court officials. After the terms were finalized, they stayed together that night. The next morning, he got up and called Xie An and Wang Tanzhi in, and threw the memorial to them. Xi was still in the tent, Xie Du was speechless, and Wang threw it back, saying: Too much! Xuanwu took the pen to put it away, but Xi secretly talked to Xuanwu from inside the tent without realizing it. Xie Han smiled and said: "Xi Sheng can be said to be a guest in the curtain."
Confucians cleanse themselves and bathe in virtue, they keep their words to themselves, they are calm and correct, and their superiors do not know; they are rough and arrogant, and they do not rush to do things; they do not think they are high when they are deep, and they do not think they are much when they add a little; they do not despise the world in peace, and they do not get discouraged when the world is in chaos; they do not agree with the same, and they do not criticize the different. They are like this in their uniqueness.
Chen Zhonggong was the chief of Taiqiu. There was a thief who robbed and killed a rich man, and he arrested him. Before reaching the place of departure, he heard on the road that some people were lying on the grass and refusing to get up, so he turned his carriage back to deal with it. The chief clerk said, "The thief is big, we should suppress him first." Zhonggong said, "How can it be better to kill a rich man than to kill one's own flesh and blood?"
Wang Rong lost his son Wanzi. Shan Jian went to visit him, and the king was overwhelmed with grief. Jian said, "How could the thing in the child's arms be like this?" The king said, "The sages are oblivious to emotions, and the lowest among the poor are not even capable of emotions. Emotions are focused on people of our generation." Jian was convinced by his words and felt even more sad.
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