The Nameless of the Common Clans

In the twenty-eighth year of the Han Dynasty, Chen Mo, who is already fifty-four years old, does not look old. If you only look at his appearance, it seems that he is not much different from when he was thirty or forty years old. Time seems to be particularly kind to him, but it makes Chen Mo uncomfortable. Unfortunately, his teacher, Zang Hong, is critically ill.

In Luoyang, the Zang Mansion is no longer the former Zang Mansion. As Chen Mo's teacher, Zang Hong was re-invited by Chen Mo to replace the late Taiwei Yang Biao as the Taiwei within two years after resigning as the governor of Yongzhou. As Chen Mo's mentor, Zang Hong gave Chen Mo a lot, not only knowledge. Without Zang Hong, Chen Mo might have been mixed in the Yellow Turban Army. He might have achieved success, but his path would have been much more difficult.

Nowadays, official career is no longer too particular about family background. Children of military families, wealthy gentry, and wealthy families all have the opportunity to become officials as long as they are successful in their studies. However, in the era when Chen Mo was young, if there was no Zang Hong, even if there was no Taiping Rebellion, No matter how much he learns, it will be difficult for him to become an official. Even if he becomes an official, he will be nothing more than a petty official at most. In troubled times, if he climbs up step by step, he may still achieve something, but he will never be as smooth as he is now.

Therefore, Chen Mo had always respected Zang Hong as a father. Now that Zang Hong was critically ill, Chen Mo dropped everything and rushed to Chang'an with Dian Wei overnight.

"See you, Your Majesty!" Zang Yu, Zang Hong's son, saw Chen Mo and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

"No need to be polite, how is your teacher's condition?" Chen Mo stretched out his hand to support him, and asked regardless of the dusty look on his face.

"It's not very good, the doctor said...it's only been these two days." Zang Yu said sadly.

"Is my teacher still conscious at this moment?" Chen Mo asked.

Zang Yu did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly went to inquire. After a while, he came out and said: "Your Majesty, my father is awake."

Chen Mo nodded and followed Zang Yu into the room. The room was filled with a strong smell of medicinal soup. On the bed, Zang Hong's eyes were slightly closed. The once high-spirited teacher was now haggard and his eye sockets were sunken. When he heard the sound, He tried his best to open his eyes and said, "But the king is here?"

Chen Mo looked at Zang Hong's appearance and felt a little sad. He quickly stepped forward, grabbed Zang Hong's hand and said, "Teacher, I am a disciple."

"The king is here, but I can't welcome him personally. I hope the king won't be offended." Zang Hong laughed.

"Teacher, I am Bo Dao. How can a teacher welcome his disciples in this world?" Chen Mo's eyes were a little sour. He turned his head and looked away. He took a deep breath and looked at Zang Hong again: "My teacher is seriously ill, and my disciple has not yet arrived." Being able to come and take care of him is already a serious crime, so don’t be offended by the teacher.”

"Bo Dao... you are the king now, this rule cannot be abolished!" Zang Hong gently stroked Chen Mo's palm and laughed.

"There are some rules that he is not right about." Chen Mo said with a smile.

"Alas~ I am nearly seventy this year. In this life, I... I did things casually in the first half of my life and made many mistakes. The second half of my life is to atone for my sins. Bo Dao, do you know that what I am most proud of in this life is What?" Zang Hong closed his eyes, and now he seemed to have used all his strength to speak.

"Mo'er doesn't know." Chen Mo said with a smile.

"The most satisfying thing for me in this life is to teach a disciple like Bo Dao. Whether he is good or bad, these are the comments of future generations, but Mo'er has given me the honor to see...see my great man prosper. , all nations come to court, this is me My lifelong wish can be realized in the hands of my disciples. Haha, that Zhang Chao didn’t want to accept you back then. I wonder if we will meet under the spring one day and see how I will ridicule him!" At the end of the sentence, Zang Hong's face showed up! Smile, smile happily.

"It's all thanks to my mentor that this disciple is where he is today." Chen Mo nodded and didn't wipe the runny nose that accidentally ran down.

"Wrong, even without Zang Hong, you are still extraordinary." Zang Hong shook his head and sighed: "If you have a disciple like this, Yu Yuan is enough."

"Teacher, please don't say this. Haven't you always wanted to teach your son to learn the piano? When he recovers from his illness, he will come to Chang'an to learn the piano from the teacher." Chen Mo held Zang Hong's hand and couldn't stop the tears from pouring out. .

"No, I will take the first step as a teacher. If there is a chance in the next life, I will teach you how to play the piano." Zang Hong said with a smile. He had a lot of knowledge in his life and was proficient in everything. But for some reason, he could never learn his favorite piano. Neither fish nor fowl, maybe not suitable by nature. With his eyes closed, Zang Hong asked: "Bo Dao, do you believe there are gods and ghosts in this world?"

Chen Mo nodded: "I believe what the teacher says."

"Mo'er may not believe it. In the past few days, after I fell asleep, my spirit seemed to be separated from the body. It was no longer bound by the physical body and could travel thousands of miles. I saw you worrying about political affairs in Luoyang and saw the East China Sea. Besides, there is an island country, and outside Kangju, there is some strange life of the Hu people, I don’t know whether it is true or not.” Zang Hong murmured.

"Yes, Zhang Qian was sent as an envoy to the Western Regions in the past. He visited various countries in the Western Regions. To the west of Kangju, there were people with yellow hair and white skin, and there were also people with dark skin. There were people around me who came from there and talked about the customs there." Chen Mo heard. Yan is a little confused, what is this? But he didn't want to pay attention to this at this time.

"Really?" Zang Hong looked slightly startled: "Could it be that what I saw is true?"

"Teacher, his contribution to the country and people's livelihood in his life must be inspired by God." Chen Mo nodded quickly.

"Mo'er... Come on..." Zang Hong suddenly stretched out his hand and smiled.

"Yes." Chen Mo lowered his head and put Zang Hong's hand on his head.

"Mo'er behaves steadily. The current generation may not understand what he has done over the years, but future generations will definitely know Mo'er's merits. My son now has the most power in the world. He had the opportunity to ascend to the supreme throne, but he has been reluctant to do so. I guess they are worried about these old thieves like me..." Zang Hong said with a smile.

"No, why is the teacher an old thief?" Chen Mo shook his head quickly.

"To be too old to die is to be a thief. I also know that Mo'er has worries in his heart, but things in this world must be done when they should be done. The time has come. I will be a Hanchen for my whole life. Mo'er can make me treat myself as a Hanchen. After my death, my wish is enough. I also hope that Mo'er can create a prosperous age more prosperous than now. I wish that everyone in my country will be like a dragon!" The last four words were suddenly high-pitched, as if he had exhausted all his strength. Generally, after the words fell, he closed his eyes with a smile, and the hand on Chen Mo's head slowly dropped, while the smile remained on his face.

"Teacher..." Chen Mo looked at Zang Hong's closed eyes, silently knelt on the ground, and bowed to Zang Hong: "Teacher's wish is also Mo's wish. Rest in peace, teacher!"

After kneeling beside Zang Hong's bed for a long time, Chen Mo slowly stood up and walked out of the room silently. Zang Yu quickly came up to him, looked at Chen Mo and said: "Your Majesty, father..."

"The teacher has left." Chen Mo sighed and stood silently outside the door.

Zang Yu's expression changed and he quickly went in. After a while, crying came from the room.

Chen Mo leaned on the pillar and stared blankly at the sky. He had met many noble people in his life, including Lu Zhi and Cai Yong. In terms of fame, these two were the biggest. Cai Yong was still his father-in-law, but in Chen Mo's heart There are only two people who are most grateful. One is his mother. If it weren't for his mother's hard work and suffering from illness in order to support him, he might not have lived to see Zang Hong. The other is Zang Hong. As Chen Mo's first teacher, Zang Hong is undoubtedly very competent, not only for his help in career. Chen Mo was able to acquire solid knowledge when he was young, all thanks to his mentor.

It is no exaggeration to say that they are reborn parents. Now that Zang Hong is gone, Chen Mo suddenly feels empty. He just leans on the pillar and looks at the sky. Until late at night, Zang Yu comes to Chen Mo with red eyes and a bowl of meat porridge: " Your Majesty, you have not eaten for half a day, please eat something."

"Yeah." Chen Mo nodded, took the bowl and took a sip, but then sighed again, looked at Zang Yu, Chen Mo smiled and said: "I used to get together less and stay away more from the teacher, but it wasn't so uncomfortable, because I knew , the teacher is here, although people are born, old, sick and die, but I always feel that the teacher will always be there. Today, the teacher is gone, but my heart is empty, and I will never see him again, as if something important has been taken away by someone. "

"The doctor once said..." Zang Yu hesitated, looked at Chen Mo and said: "My father has actually reached the end of his life, but he has been holding on. Maybe he is also waiting for the king, but we want to send a letter to Luoyang At that time, my father always said that the king was very busy and should not disturb him. Later, he secretly submitted a letter to his subordinates. "

Chen Mo suddenly thought of his teacher's words before he died, wandering around the world. Maybe he had reached the end of his life at that time, and his soul left the body, but he didn't want to really leave...

Chen Mo suddenly felt that his throat was clogged, and the memories of the teacher kept reappearing in his mind. Speaking of which, although those days in Dangli were not as glorious as they are now, they were probably the happiest days in his life. The teacher was free and easy-going and informal. In terms of secular etiquette, the professor himself was not that stereotyped, but the scene that impressed him most seemed to be the scene of playing the piano. Thinking of the scene at that time, Chen Mo couldn't help but smile. He just smiled and couldn't help but shed tears. dripping.

Zang Yu stood beside Chen Mo and did not dare to speak. He just stayed with Chen Mo until very late before going to rest.

Zang Hong's funeral was personally hosted by Chen Mo. For today's big man, this may be more prestigious than the emperor personally hosting it. After all, Chen Mo is now the actual controller of the world.

Liu Neng Zhiqu made Zang Hong the Marquis of Sheyang, but Chen Mo didn't care too much about it. Everyone is dead, so what's the point of granting him a title?

After Chen Mo stayed in front of Zang Hong's tomb for seven days, he left and took Dian Wei on the road. It was summer, a time when all things flourished, but in Chen Mo's eyes, it seemed that he had lost his life.

"Your Majesty, will you be sad one day when Lao Dian dies?" Dian Wei followed Chen Mo. Seeing that Chen Mo was silent all the way, Dian Wei couldn't help but ask.

Chen Mo turned around when he heard this, glanced at him, turned around and said, "No."

"No..." Dian Wei looked at Chen Mo in astonishment, touched his half-white hair and said, "Your Majesty, you are too..."

"Shut up and get on your way!"

"Here~"