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卷二十八上 桓譚馮衍列傳

Volume 28a: Biographies of Huan Tan; Feng Yan

Chapter 31 of 後漢書 ✓ Translated
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Huan Tan, styled Junshan, came from Xiang in the princedom of Pei. His father had been director of grand music under Emperor Cheng. Through his father's rank he entered court as a gentleman cadet; he loved music theory and played the zither well. He read widely and mastered the Five Classics for their great themes, not for pedantic glosses on single lines. He wrote well and doted on antiquarian scholarship, often debating knotty questions with Liu Xin and Yang Xiong. He loved popular entertainments, dressed down without official gravitas, and delighted in mocking pedantic scholars—so he made many enemies.
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Under Emperors Ai and Ping he never rose above gentleman cadet. Fu Yan, father of Empress Fu and marquis of Kongxiang, was Huan Tan's close friend. Dong Xian of Gao'an was the emperor's favorite; his sister was a brilliant companion, while Empress Fu drifted daily into neglect—Fu Yan brooded in silence. Huan Tan urged him: "When Emperor Wu wanted Lady Wei as empress, he secretly hunted faults in Empress Chen until she fell and Wei Zifu took her place." Today Dong Xian and his sister hold the inner palace—you may face the same coup in reverse; can you afford not to worry!" Fu Yan started and said, "True enough—what should we do?" Huan Tan answered, "The law cannot strike the innocent, and intrigue cannot defeat an upright heart." Men win rulers by talent; women win them by charm. The empress is young and little tested; under strain she may turn to healers, shamans, and occult arts—watch that closely. You stand high as the empress's father yet traffic with a wide circle of clients—that borrowed weight will draw slander. Better send your hangers-on away and live modestly—that is how to mend your own house and dodge disaster. Fu Yan said, "Well spoken." He dismissed his regular clients, entered the palace, and warned the empress as Huan Tan had advised. Dong Xian later prompted the court physician Zhen Qin to dig up dirt on the Fu family and had the empress's brother Fu Xi, a palace attendant, thrown into the imperial jail—but nothing was proved, so the case collapsed and the Fu clan survived Emperor Ai's reign. When Dong Xian rose to grand marshal he sought Huan Tan's friendship by reputation. Huan Tan wrote first, offering Dong Xian ways to serve the state and save himself; Dong Xian ignored the counsel, so Huan Tan refused all further contact. While Wang Mang acted as regent and seized the throne, every scholar vied to flatter him with forged prophecies; Huan Tan alone stayed silent and kept his integrity. Under Wang Mang he served as grandee for music; the Gengshi Emperor named him grandee of the palace.
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Your servant has heard that a realm's rise or fall turns on how it is governed; and whether policy succeeds or fails depends on those who counsel the throne. When ministers are wise, talent crowds the hall and policy fits the times; when they are not, debate misses the moment and every recommendation goes awry. Every sovereign wants good order, yet government stays tangled when his idea of "worthy" men is wrong. King Zhuang of Chu once asked Sunshu Ao, "I cannot see what truly serves the state." Sunshu Ao replied, "The 'national consensus' everyone talks about is what the crowd hates—I fear Your Majesty cannot fix it alone." The king said, "If it stays unsettled, is the fault only mine, or also my ministers'?" He answered, "When a lord sneers at his officers, they say, 'Without us you would never be rich or honored; when officers sneer at the throne, they say, 'Without us you could not keep your seat.'" Rulers may lose their realms and still not wake; ministers may starve in the cold and still not step forward. Until ruler and minister trust each other, no "national consensus" can be settled. King Zhuang said, "Well said." I ask the chancellor and the high ministers to settle the matter together." Good government reads the temper of the people before teaching them, spots weakness before building dikes, and alternates kindness with firmness, culture with force—then the age is tuned and the restless are quieted. Dong Zhongshu said, "Governing is like tuning zither and se: when the notes clash, you loosen the strings and reset them." But retuning is dangerous work: cross the crowd and you perish—Jia Yi was banished for his gifts, Chao Cuo died for his cleverness. So men of unusual gifts hold their tongues, terrified by those precedents.
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Laws cannot plug every crime or please every wish; if they usually help the state, that is enough. Offices exist to govern the people; rewards and punishments mark right from wrong; strike down the wicked and the good prosper. Men kill each other, pay the legal price, yet private feuds pass down the generations until whole clans are wiped out—while local opinion hails the avengers as heroes, so even cowards feel shamed into bloodshed. That means letting private vengeance replace the law. Reissue the old statute: anyone who murders for private revenge after the state has already punished the original killer, even a lone fugitive, shall see his whole family banished to the frontier; private assailants get two extra degrees of sentence, with no commutation by convict labor in the hill works. Do that, and feuds will cool and brigandage die down.
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Good government promotes farming and checks secondary trades: past emperors barred dual occupations and kept merchants from office to stop land-grabbing and teach shame. Great merchants lend at interest; sons of modest families become their bondsmen and runners, earning sums that rival titled lords—so the crowd apes them, eats without plowing, and sinks into vulgar display. Order merchants to inform on one another: any unearned gain is forfeit to the informer. Then each will sweat for himself alone and lend nothing abroad; weak in other trades, they will drift back to the plow. Tend the fields well and the granaries fill while the soil gives its utmost. Your servant also sees judgments skewed—one crime, many verdicts—so corrupt clerks sell justice: spare a friend, hang a foe. That opens two doors to the penal code. Commission learned jurists to collate statutes, unify the code, publish it to every commandery, and repeal obsolete clauses. Then the empire will know the rules, and jails will not brim with wrongful sentences. He submitted the memorial; the emperor never read it.
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The emperor was trusting apocryphal prophecies to settle every doubt. Rewards for merit were meager, and the land knew no lasting peace. Huan Tan wrote again: "I spoke once without answer; unable to contain my grief, I risk death to repeat it." Even a commoner's plan helps government when it fits human nature and the facts. Men dismiss what they see daily and chase marvels; yet the sages wrote only of humanity, duty, and the straight path—never of empty wonders. Heaven's way, fate, and human nature are what even sages discuss rarely. Below Zigong's generation disciples could not grasp them—how shall shallow scholars of our day! Today clever charlatans pad apocryphal books, call them prophecy, and beguile greedy minds and mislead the throne—they must be checked and banished! Your servant hears that Your Majesty has exposed the alchemists' gold-and-silver fraud—most enlightened; yet you would heed forged prophecies—how is that less a mistake! When they occasionally prove true, it is mere chance, like a lucky cast of the milfoil. Open your ears, issue clear intent, cast off petty occultism, return to the plain sense of the Five Classics, drop parroted slogans, and weigh the counsel of true scholars.
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In peace a state honors scholars; in peril it prizes generals in mail. Your restored Han rules the ministers of the realm, yet rebels still hold out—because strategy has failed. Your servant sees how you treat capitulation: no rich reward wins them over, while soldiers often loot them bare—so chieftains hesitate, bands league together, and the war drags year on year. The ancients said, "The world calls seizing 'gain,' but forgets that giving is also gain." Lighten titles, heap up rewards, and share spoils with your men—then whom could you not summon, what knot not untie, what door not open, what foe not break! Then you turn scant means into plenty, delay into speed, restore what seemed lost, recover what seemed gone.
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The emperor read it and liked him even less.
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Later, debating where to build the Ling Terrace, the emperor asked Huan Tan, "Shall I let the prophecies decide?" Huan Tan was silent, then said, "I do not study apocrypha." Asked why, he said flatly that such books are not classical. The emperor roared, "Huan Tan rejects the sages and spurns the law—off with his head!" Huan Tan knocked his brow bloody on the stones until the rage cooled. They sent him out as assistant governor of Lu'an; he went in a daze of grief and died on the road, past seventy.
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He had written twenty-nine essays on his own times, the New Discussions, which Emperor Guangwu praised.
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The essay The Way of the Zither was unfinished; Emperor Zhang told Ban Gu to complete it. His rhapsodies, dirges, letters, and memorials number twenty-six pieces in all.
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During Yuanhe, Emperor Zhang toured east to Pei and sent envoys to sacrifice at Huan Tan's tomb—a glory for his hometown.
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Feng Yan, styled Jingtong, came from Duling in the Jingzhao capital district. His grandfather Feng Yewang had been grand herald under Emperor Yuan. A prodigy, he knew the Odes by heart at nine and had read everything worth reading by twenty. Wang Mang's high ministers recommended him repeatedly; he refused office. When rebellion flared, Wang Mang sent General Gengshi Lian Dan east of the Taihang range. Lian Dan made Feng Yan his clerk and took him to Dingtao. Wang Mang's follow-up edict read, "Granaries are bare and treasuries empty—anger is due, battle is due. You bear the state's heavy charge: unless you die in the field you cannot repay it or answer for it." Lian Dan was terrified; that night he called Feng Yan and showed him the letter. Feng Yan answered, "I have heard that success won with the tide is what the Way most honors; success won against the tide is what circumstance most prizes. So aim at the outcome, not the path; weigh the great pattern, not petty scruples. Feng Choufu once hid his lord under the chariot rail and was praised in the odes; Zhai Zhong of Zheng set Prince Tu on the throne and drove Prince Hu into exile, then restored right order—Spring and Autumn judges him kindly." To trade certain death for a chance at life is the gentleman's path. Bend to popular opinion yet save the realm and your skin—that is what a wise man weighs. The Classic of Changes says: 'Blockage forces change, change opens the way, an open way endures'—Heaven itself blesses that course. To charge into a hopeless fight, waste your army, die disgraced, and help your lord not at all—no wise or brave man chooses that. And I say: when Heaven offers an opening, seize it without delay. Zhang Liang, whose forebears had served the state of Han for five generations as ministers, struck at the First Emperor in the surf at Bolang—courage beyond warriors Ben and Yu, fame higher than Taishan. Your own ancestors were loyal servants of the Han house. When Wang Mang founded Xin, no true talent rallied to him. The realm is in ruins, yet the people cling to Han as the poets clung to the memory of the Duke of Shao under the sweet pear—how much more his heirs? What the people celebrate, Heaven seconds. My counsel: occupy a rich commandery, hearten your troops, feast the brave within a hundred li, gather wise counsel, win wavering lords, watch how the chessboard shifts, then strike for the altars' good and the people's relief—your name will shine forever. Why choose instead total defeat on the plain, your corpse crow-bait, honor lost and ancestors shamed? Sages turn disaster to gain; wise men ride defeat to victory—think hard, general, and do not drift with the crowd. Lian Dan would not listen.
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Near Suiyang he urged again: "The far-sighted read signs before they form; the wise act before crisis buds—how much more when the danger is plain?" Misfortune grows from small neglect; disaster sparks from a spark; defeat allows no second chance, and the hour waits for no man. Shang Yang said, 'Rise above the herd and the world calls you proud; think for yourself and men call you odd.'" Trust the mob and you shatter a policy sound as bronze; ape fashion and you forfeit a noble name. Resolution commands wisdom. Hesitation enslaves every enterprise. Fortune's tide will not return—do not debate twice. Lian Dan marched on, met the Red Eyebrows at Wuyan, and died on the field. Feng Yan fled to Hedong as a fugitive.
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In Gengshi 2 the court sent Bao Yong, vice director of the secretariat, north as acting grand marshal to settle the region. Feng Yan laid a strategy before Bao Yong:
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An enlightened prince welcomes blunt speech to sound deep truth; a loyal minister risks offense to catch every shift in the machinery of state. Then ruler and minister rise together, win lasting fame, and merit is graven in bronze, not forgotten. I meet a tolerant court and a time that calls for dangerous truths—shall I hold my tongue to save my skin?
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西 使
All under heaven has suffered Wang Mang's scourge long enough. From the eastern campaigns to the western wars, Shu swallowed by southern tribes, the frontier broken by the Xiongnu, armies abroad for years, taxes crushing, the law a tightening noose— —strongmen rampaged abroad, officials devoured within, the people starved and froze, families broke, villages turned to ash, plague and omen followed one another. Along the great rivers and eastern coast mobs surged and trampled one another; beyond the heartland half the people were dead, hatred gnawed to the bone, every peasant and bondmaid nursed rage. Then our emperor rose like dragon and phoenix, led the men of Wan and Ye, shattered a million foemen at Kunyang, stormed Wuguan, broke the Nine Tigers—thunder across the empire, the realm rolled up in one sweep, the wicked cut down, and in a single turning the land knew peace. He took up Gaozu's torch, restored the broken work of Wen and Wu, relit Han's red mandate, outshone every predecessor, matched by no successor. The people thought they had shed Xin and come home to Han, ready for mercy and reward. Kindness shown now would spread as fast as downwind feathers. Yet your generals looted, murdered fathers and sons, seized wives, torched homes, stripped the starving and shamed the cold until the people had nowhere to appeal. You, great marshal, are clear in virtue, hold imperial mandate, command three armies, cherish Bingzhou—the people strain to hear one kind word from you; you are not speaking to a single listener. A grand marshal's charge is not merely to polish his manners like a ritual jade. He must settle the realm and finish the work Heaven and earth began. King Xuan and Duke Huan were only restorer and hegemon, yet they needed Shen Bo, Zhao Hu, Guan Zhong, and Yin Jifu to scourge pests and secure the frontier. How much more this renewed Han of boundless extent, with you as its roof beam—this brooks no neglect.
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Prolonged war exhausts an army; a spent people breeds revolt. Handan still burns, Zhending stirs again, yet your district is barely a hundred li across, garrisons endless, battles unceasing, arms piled sky-high, the people terrified—how can you rest easy? Bingzhou is belted by great passes in the east, pressed by the Hu in the north, its harvests richest, its people resilient—a crossroads every army covets. If surprise strikes, what will you meet it with? The proverb says: without stored virtue, men will not serve you. Without stockpiled readiness you cannot meet a sudden storm.'" The people's lives hang on you; your staff must be worthy—replace the unfit and name better men. Even a hamlet of ten holds loyal hearts. Win the right men under your banner and even hill folk will die for your kindness. Then drill picked troops, open military farms on rich soil and good water, teach archery and shield—your awe will carry far and the people will farm in peace. Hold Taiyuan, win Shangdang, bind the people with good rule and wise aides—peace will burnish your name, crisis will let you win undying merit. Only open your mind like sun and moon, sound the Six Classics and Sun Wu's art, sift counsel true from false, men loyal from hollow, outshine the southern Zhou, leave a Duke of Shao's sweet-pear fame, and your glory will span the ages. What could Yi Yin or Lü Wang add beyond that? Bao Yong, who already respected Feng Yan, let him name subordinates and made him General Who Establishes Han and magistrate of Langmeng, camped at Taiyuan with Tian Yi of Shangdang to arm the border.
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I have heard that a subject who pledges loyalty has but one heart; the wit that fills a small jar does not pawn another's trust. Yan Ying at a league faced a halberd at his throat yet never bent his word; Xie Xi held Cheng against Jin and Lu and never lost his city. Thus one may die without the halberd at one's neck yet gain no bribe of orchards—only the name of traitor and the shame of yielding a wall; I blush for your counselors. Zhu Shuqi seized a town to extort his prince—the Annals still records such baseness; Mou Yi of Ju traded land for safety yet kept his name. A gentleman weighs every step by rite and right; abandon those and neither life nor fame survives. For Tian Yi's good, join Bao Yong in one loyal effort and win a fame beyond your time. If kinship moves you to lay down command and return to Bao Yong, you keep the great right, slacken your foe's hate, honor your commission above, save your family below, and hold your head high before the world. Cling to Shangdang's power and the whole commandery's wealth, and I fear you court the fate of Zhou and Zhao and repeat last year's calamity. Yan Ying heeded Yanling's warning and escaped the Luan-Gao purge; Sun Linfu spurned Muzi's counsel and earned lifelong infamy. When Tian Yi hears this straight talk it should pierce his heart—either bolt the gates or gallop away without a backward glance. Sages turn ruin to gain; wise men ride defeat to victory—brace to the hour, sir, and do not drift with the mob.
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Tian Yi answered in writing:
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I am slow and timid, yet I too am a man—do you think I cling to life from cowardice alone? A halberd at my throat would not turn my heart—that is my vow.
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When my mother and brothers were taken I held still—was that not because I weighed honor heavier? Were our lives long as bronze, one might dodge death forever. But none of us reaches a hundred; what span divides youth from age? If the old Han still lived and loyalty meant something, I would accept my kin's death and my family's ruin as my own choice.
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Lately Shangdang's rebels ringed the city while loyal columns seized Jingxing. I myself broke their lines and drove back the imperial clansman—rest assured I could fight. But I saw the old regime crushed, the new emperor's minister secure the capital region, Longxi and Beidi rallying to him. That fact shines like sun and moon; no river or sea is clearer. Life and death are fated; wealth rests with Heaven. The empire's rise or fall is Heaven's sentence. Though I die for it, what quarrel have I with fate?
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Human relations rest on kindness and right; each has its proper measure. Between lord and subject stands great duty; between mother and child stands deepest love. My old master is dead—who is left to serve in his name? My mother is hostage—duty binds me to stay. Yet you bait me with rank and spur me with flight, as if I were blind to shame—how foolish you must think me!
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I am thirty, risen to high office, sick of intrigue, scant of appetite for power. High rank now means peril, great wealth means a short rope—even fools see it; do you doubt a gentleman does?
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You, Bao Yong, and Feng Yan hung up seals and named yourselves generals. That is Zhong You styling his pupils as ministers—Confucius called it cheating Heaven. Bao Yong, you held two provinces and a commandery, yet when Hedong rebelled your men never reached Zhi, when Shangdang was ringed you never looked to Dagu Pass, and when the clansman's army came you sent no aid. Arms were shamed, the throne's power ebbed, princes turned traitor, the sovereign fell to the Red Eyebrows—yet I saw no Mo Di racing to save Song, no Shen Baoxu weeping Chu home, no sister of Wei galloping to her brother's grave. Our master is a year dead with no tomb we know; empty boasts only clog honest ears. If we could not save him alive, how dare we posture for him dead? If you never learned to serve, how can you claim to rule? Surely you do not weary of being a subject and crave the father's throne! You would move Taishan and stir the northern sea—when the plot breaks and your life hangs by a thread, remember what Tian Yi told you.
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Feng Yan would not heed him. Rumors placed the Gengshi Emperor with the Red Eyebrows in the north; Bao Yong and Feng Yan believed them, camped at Jiexiu, and drafted letters to Shangdang claiming the court was at Yong to confuse the people. Bao Yong sent his brother Sheng and son Bao Mei with Zhang Shu to win Nie by defection; Zhang Shu's kin lived in Shangdang, and Tian Yi arrested every one of them. He wrote again urging Bao Yong to yield; Yong did not answer—so the two were enemies thereafter. Tian Yi, styled Boyu, was from Fengyi and later served as grand administrator of Yuyang. When Bao Yong and Feng Yan learned Gengshi was dead, they disbanded their host and surrendered to Han at Henei in plain cloth.
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Emperor Guangwu resented their late arrival; Bao Yong bought pardon with merit and kept office, but Feng Yan alone was cast aside. Bao Yong said, "Gaozu pardoned Ji Bu and executed Ding Gu for ingratitude. You now serve an enlightened sovereign—what have you to fear!" Feng Yan answered, "The books tell of a man who flirted with a neighbor's two wives: the elder scolded him, the younger welcomed him, and when their husband died he married the one who had cursed him. People asked, 'Was that not the woman who reviled you?' She said, 'When others court me I want devotion; when I court others I want honesty—even if it stings.' Heaven's will is dark, but a man's course is clear—why should a minister who keeps the Way fear death?" Soon the emperor named him magistrate of Quyang; he executed bandits like Guo Sheng and took five thousand surrenders—merit enough for a fief, but slander blocked any reward.
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After a solar eclipse in Jianwu 6 he memorialized eight points: promote culture, honor arms, restore old services, recruit talent, clarify rewards and punishments, streamline law, grade salaries, and pacify the frontier. The emperor read it and meant to receive him at court. Years before, as magistrate of Langmeng, he had framed the magnate Linghu Lue. Linghu Lue was now clerk to the minister of works; he told Wang Hu and Zhou Sheng Feng that Feng Yan meant to ruin them at audience. They blocked his path to the throne out of fear.
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Later Yin Xing and Yin Jiu, powerful in-laws, befriended him; he entered the princes' service and became a clerk under the metropolitan commandant. Guangwu tightened the law on in-laws and their clients as Western Han had not: the worst died or were exiled, the rest stripped of rank. Feng Yan fell under the edict; he turned himself in to jail but received a general pardon. He went home to his native commandery, shut his gate, and broke with kin and old companions.
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