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Volume 60 Book of Later Tang 36: Biographies 12 - Li Xiji, Wang Jian, Li Jingyi, Lu Rubi, Li Dexiu, Su Xun

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使 歿 使 使 沿
Li Xiji claimed descent from the Left Chancellor Li Linfu. His father Tu served as magistrate of Luoyang, and the family made their home there. Near the end of the Qianfu reign Xiji entered the jinshi examinations, but with rebellion abroad he fled to Hezhong and entered the service of Military Commissioner Li Du, who raised him to salt-and-iron commissioner. When Wang Chongrong took his place, the new commissioner had little use for scholars; in the wake of the civil wars, men of the official class fled in droves to the Fen and Jin region. Xiji followed old ties to Taiyuan, where the Martial Emperor Li Keyong named him a headquarters aide and later sent him out to govern Yushe county. Early in the Guangqi reign the Martial Emperor suffered the Shangyuan debacle, and his chief recorder died in the affair. Back in his headquarters he tried one memorialist after another, but few could satisfy him. Someone praised Xiji's literary gifts; summoned for a trial draft, he pleased the prince at once and was named chief secretary on the spot. Xiji was erudite and widely read, with a specialist's grasp of recent court history. His prose was tight and concrete, every line anchored in precedent, never florid; whether drafting battle orders or field reports, his style was vigorous and commanding. From the Shangyuan crisis through the rupture with the Liang Founder and, late in Qianning, Liu Rengong's betrayal, Xiji drafted hundreds of letters debating blame and merit between the rival camps. His sharpest lines passed from mouth to mouth, and men of letters spoke of him with admiration. In the third year of his service he became deputy military commissioner, marched against Wang Xingyu, and received appointment as Right Remonstrance Grand Master. When the army withdrew north of the Wei, the Martial Emperor was denied an imperial audience. Xiji wrote his master's petition of separation, with lines that ran: "Even a bird that nests in caves will spread its wings; hearing the music of Shun, it would still return; yet the road to Heaven has no ladder, and though one gazes at the clouds of Yao, one cannot reach them. Emperor Zhaozong read the memorial and sighed in admiration. When Xiji presented the memorial in person, the emperor received him with a personal audience and lavished extraordinary gifts upon him. (Northern Dreams, Trivial Tales: Xiji accompanied Li Keyong to Weinan and was sent to present a memorial at court. The emperor prized his prose, named him Remonstrance Grand Master, and had him report to the northern secretariat as a mark of honor.)〉 That December, as the army marched back to Taiyuan, Wang Ke threw a pontoon bridge across the Xiayang ford and Xiji went with the column. The bridge cables snapped mid-crossing; the Martial Emperor barely escaped with his life. Xiji plunged into the river, caught a great slab of ice underfoot, and drifted seven or eight li downstream before he could claw his way ashore and be pulled out alive.
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During the Tianfu reign the Martial Emperor resolved to reopen relations with Liang and charged Xiji to draft a letter to the Liang Founder. It read:
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Since we parted in mutual regard, more than ten years have passed—shared cups turned to estrangement, and blades crossed in place of toasts. Mountains lie between us and rivers run wide, so the old warmth of two allied states is hard to recover; the wild goose is gone and the fish lies sunk in the deep—your eight-line letters have long ceased to come. Not long ago we were bound by clan ties and I was unworthy of your kindness; we pledged our hearts to each other and looked to shelter under the same roof, struck up friendship in the saddle, praised each other at court, and leaned toward what was humane and worthy—I never thought you distant. Who could have foreseen that fate would take so strange a turn, and that slander would rise from the wicked? Poisonous hands and clenched fists met under cover of night; golden spears and iron horses trampled the bright age itself. Rash acts born of wine broke our good feeling; the incidents you cite are fit only for laughter. Now we both stand in high office and have reached middle age; even Duke Qu of old came to know his mistake—why should gentlemen still strain their prime? You now outrank the feudal lords of the age, and your fame surpasses the ancients. Vertical alliances and horizontal leagues are fundamentally plans for house and state; to expand territory and hold your borders is to preserve a foundation for your sons and grandsons. King Wen prized friends who came running at his call; Confucius spoke of companions who could tell gain from loss. I know myself shallow and unworthy, yet I was once honored with your private regard; one pledged word bound my heart, and I would not repent though I died ten thousand deaths. My loyal strength still outmatches other men; I swear by sun, moon, and stars and would walk through fire and boiling water for you. Why keep an enemy year on year, probing and testing, indulging a passing mood and draining the weary countryside—winning a skirmish today and storming a crumbling wall tomorrow—until broken armies leave arrows on the field and neighboring lands suffer the ruin the Book of Changes calls "the bed stripped bare"? I fear too that loose tongues in your camp will mislead you: seeing me hoard strength and rest on my reputation, sheathe arms and hold my borders, they may mistake restraint for weakness and tempt you to covetous designs.
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Moreover, long before my prime I was already plunging among enemies, treating slaughter as spring plowing and calling conquest my lasting design. When I first mounted the commander's altar and received the ducal regalia in person, the Son of Heaven named me among the feudal lords and you, Illustrious Lord, treated me as an equal friend; since then I have restrained my conduct and cherished my people, husbanded arms and pursued virtue, restored Yan and Ji's former commanders when I took those lands, and kept my word when I entered Puban. For five years my armies have rested while the three frontiers drilled their men; iron cavalry and rhinoceros-hide armor stand massed like clouds, and grain is piled like hills. The boys of Mayi are all seasoned commanders; the storehouses on Vulture Peak might as well be the capital's granary mound. Compare our years and I am still the younger; compare our terrain and I am blessed with natural barriers—what is there for you to reconnoiter that should mislead so keen a mind?
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Moreover, I have stood at the head of armies and learned something of command; when to bend, when to strike, when to advance or pull back—these choices I have long weighed in advance. Victory would let me soothe the people of the Three Jins; defeat would still let me rally the Five Divisions; I could drive far and sweep all before me, then wheel about with spear in hand. I only fear ravaging the Central Plain and leaving you a lasting trouble; the world's blame would fall on your reputation for humanity, and in the end you would not capture a single man or horse of mine. If elite troops are once broken, they are hard to re-form; guard against later hardship, and let us keep the friendship we once had. To say nothing of the Yin Mountain tribes, who are my own close kin; the Uighur hosts have marched beside my house again and again. Wen Jing raised the Shibi and Bibi tribes; Yuan Hai marched the Five Divisions—with empty boasts they still sometimes won their way. Today I scatter my hoarded wealth to recruit warriors, cart treasure to entice the frontier tribes, call up their close kin, and feed them rich reward—who can count the bowmen and horsemen I could field! Only because I hold office under the Son of Heaven, my heart aches for a worn and afflicted people, and I cannot bear to raise arms along those towering frontier walls. I hope you will read my humble intent aright, turn your keen judgment, renew friendship and lay resentment aside, foresee disaster and change your course, and refuse idle talk that would wound your hegemony. The Book of Changes warns against excess; the Way values holding one's gains. To lean on courage and lose an army is to carry a full tray and spill the water, or to carve legs on a snake—I beg you grant me room to turn aside,
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I have been narrow-spirited since youth, yet Heaven gave me an upright temper; intrigue and crafty argument I swear never to practice. I offer only words harsh as medicine, and ask to renew the bond we once called kin. If my foolish heart cannot reach you and your mind stays closed, then even exhausting the prestige of three dynasties and every argument the nine schools know would not open your breast—it would be like waiting for the Yellow River to run clear. Now, brush in hand, I speak plainly and beg your careful regard.
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Since our private bond was broken, letters have flown back and forth; some of my words may have been coarse and grated on your ear, yet I have also received your fine replies—and your scolding, which I took as kindness. Shared joy gave way to drawn swords; let us burn the slanders and erase what the brush recorded. In hardship men still prize honest speech; in friendship they value harmony of heart. Remove the buried grudge between us and restore the old music of pipe and flute. Reading the lines of discord in our faces, I will not send another man's words; I dispatch an envoy of my own straight to your command pavilion. In antiquity, when two armies met, envoys passed between them at the risk of their lives; fortunately the old chronicles still preserve that precedent. Worthies of old prized sworn fellowship; men of honor hate to bow to a feud. Had I not still yearned for your private kindness, how could I lay bare my inmost heart? My loyal breast is desolate, my feeling bright as blood; facing this page into the wind, words fail a thousand times over.
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The Liang Founder read the letter, and at the line "poisonous hands and honored fists" he said with pleasure to Jing Xiang, "Lord Li holds only a corner of the empire—where did he find a writer like this! If a mind like mine had Xiji's pen, it would be a tiger given wings! But when he reached "boys of Mayi" and "Yin Mountain tribes," the Founder turned angry and told Jing Xiang, "Li of Taiyuan is a man on his last breath, yet he still talks as if he could swallow the universe—answer him with abuse." Jing Xiang drafted the reply, but his prose could not match Xiji's; Xiji's reputation rose all the higher. (Zizhi Tongjian, Examination of Variants cites Late Tang Eyewitness Records: in his reply Quanzhong wrote, "The year before last at the Huan River we captured your worthy son; last year at Green Mountain we took your commanders again."— such was the tone of Liang's letters and proclamations.)〉
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After the great disorders of the Guangming reign, regional lords carved up the empire and competed to recruit famous scholars to draft their letters and battle proclamations. Liang had Jing Xiang, Yan had Ma Yu, Hua had Li Juchuan, and Jingnan had Zheng Zhun, (New Tang Compendium: Zheng Zhun came from the gentry; before he passed the examinations he served on Shanggu Lian's staff at Jingmen, drafting dispatches that matched the ancients and upholding rectitude without shame before the sages of old. He served as secretary to Cheng Rui, who was enfeoffed as Prince of Shanggu.)〉 Fengxiang had Wang Chao, (Northern Dreams, Trivial Tales: Late in Tang, Fengxiang aide Wang Chao backed Li Maozhen and wielded power like Cao Cao and Sima Yi; his memorials and battle letters ranged freely wherever he chose. He later became acting commissioner of Xingyuan, was killed in the turmoil, and left the Phoenix Cry Collection in thirty juan.)〉 Qiantang had Luo Yin and Weibo had Li Shanfu; all were famed for their writing and ranked with Xiji in that age.
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Xiji served in the Martial Emperor's headquarters for nearly fifteen years; in whatever leisure his duties allowed he read and wrote without setting a book down. He cared little for rank or gain, encouraged younger men, and never used his own talent to block others. In council he strove for fairness, took no bribes, and bore himself with the ample dignity of a scholar-official. In the sixth month of Tianyou year three he died of a stroke at Taiyuan. In Tongguang year two he was posthumously honored as Minister of Rites.
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使 · 使 歿 使
Wang Jian had been a clerk in the service of Liu Rengong of Youzhou. As a youth he served as recorder in Rengong's secretariat; the lord gave him a staff post and sent him on a mission to Fengxiang. On his return he passed through Taiyuan; Rengong had meanwhile defied the court, and the Martial Emperor detained him. Jian insisted on returning to complete his mission; his letter was defiant in tone. The Martial Emperor in anger threw him into prison and questioned him. Jian apologized and submitted; he was named investigating officer and later chief secretary. (Khitan State Records, Biography of Han Yanhui: Yanhui fled the Khitan for Jin; the Prince of Jin wished to make him chief secretary. Wang Jian resented him; uneasy in Taiyuan, Yanhui asked leave to visit his mother in the east, returned to the Khitan, and wrote the prince explaining why he had gone north. He wrote, "It is not that I do not love an enlightened master or long for home; I dare not stay because I fear Wang Jian's slander.")〉 He followed Emperor Zhuangzong in the pacification of Shandong and received by imperial order the acting title Minister of Works and the post of military commissioner of Weibo. Jian was erudite and a fine writer; Yan and Ji had many men of letters, and Jian as a younger man was still unknown—at Taiyuan his name and rank rose overnight. Ma Yu of Yan enjoyed great local fame, though Jian had long served him in a clerk's capacity. When Yu came to Taiyuan he told Jian, "You play the literary man here—the bird that flees the storm and finds shelter with a stranger in Lu. At every public feast he would call only "Wang Jian" and use no other name for him. In the tenth year he marched on Youzhou; after Rengong and his sons were taken, Emperor Zhuangzong ordered Jian to draft the victory bulletin to see where his loyalties lay. Jian wrote the bulletin without hesitation or evasion, and men of honor thought less of him for it. At the battle of Huliu, Jian marched with the baggage train ahead of the column and was killed in the rout. Near evening Lu Zhi returned to camp; the emperor asked where the deputy commissioner was, and Lu said, "I was drunk and do not know. Word of Jian's death soon arrived; Emperor Zhuangzong wept a long while, recovered the body, and had it buried at Taiyuan.
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涿 涿 退
Li Jingyi, born Yangu, was a grandson of Grand Preceptor Li Deyu of Wei. He first followed his father Wei into exile at Lianzhou and returned only when an amnesty was declared. He once served in eastern Zhe and said he met a Daoist of Zhuo who told him, "You are in an unlucky season and should not pursue office. Jingyi answered with a start, "Am I then to grow old in obscurity?" The priest of Zhuo said, "Forty-three years from now you will surely meet a sage king's great commission—remember it." Jingyi believed him, lost all appetite for office, and retired to the family's old estate at Pingquan south of Luoyang. Henan prefect Zhang Quanyi befriended him and sent lavish seasonal gifts; Jingyi frequented his house, but when Quanyi offered a staff post he firmly refused.
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綿 使 忿
In his prime, when Deyu served as general and minister, he won great merit for the throne, moving between the provinces and the capital through many reigns; when he stayed on as guardian of Luoyang he meant to end his days there, built a villa at Pingquan, and gathered rare flowers, exotic bamboos, precious trees, and curious stones from across the empire for his gardens and ponds. He drew up a family admonition listing where each plant came from and had it carved in stone: "Whoever moves one stone of mine or breaks one branch of my trees is not my descendant. When the rebellions of Huang Chao and Cai Jing engulfed Luoyang, the capital lay in ashes; Quanyi hacked through the ruins to rebuild the city. The Li family's plants were dug up and carted away, sold by woodcutters until the gardens stood bare. Among them was a sobering stone on which Deyu would sit when drunk—the treasure he guarded most closely. Early in the Guanghua reign an imperial eunuch supervising Quanyi's army took the stone for his private garden. When Jingyi learned of it he wept and told Quanyi at the Wei River, "At the Pingquan villa my grandfather's admonitions were strict; his unworthy descendants have again broken his will. He asked Quanyi to request the stone back from the eunuch commander. At a later banquet Quanyi told the eunuch, "Vice Director Li came weeping to say you took Duke Wei's sobering stone; his grandfather's admonition makes the loss pitiable—can you return it? The eunuch snapped back in anger, "After Huang Chao's defeat, whose gardens survived intact? Does Pingquan alone have stones!" Quanyi had once accepted a post under Huang Chao and took the remark as a personal insult; he roared, "I am a minister of Tang now, not Huang Chao's creature." He at once drafted a memorial ordering the man flogged to death.
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便 簿 ·簿
When Emperor Zhaozong moved the capital to Luoyang, he named Jingyi Vice Director in the Bureau of Merits. When Liu Can destroyed the Pei and Zhao clans, he flattered the Liang Founder with a memorial: "In recent years the frivolous egg one another on and office-seeking has become a fashion; some even lie in wait for high rank and treat royal titles like dirt. Sikong Tu and Li Jingyi have been appointed three times yet nursed their reputations and never reported—all should be dismissed to encourage loyal service. The next day an edict ran: "Vice Director Li Yangu's family has borne the state's favor for generations; two generations served as chief ministers. He entered office by fortune and received repeated honors, yet for years he has not attended court ranks. Since the capital moved to Luoyang and discipline was proclaimed, the bright court is not far—yet he dwells in his villa without fear, scarcely thinks of service, and seeks only his own ease. Such is his conduct as a minister—where is the legacy he leaves his heirs! He must be punished to restore court order; even the Nine Offices' review calls this lenient—demote him to recorder of the Court of the Imperial Stud." Sikong Tu's prior appointment was also revoked, and he was left to his leisure. Tu has a biography in the Tang histories. (Old Book of Tang, Annals of Emperor Ai: On the wushen day of the sixth month, an edict demoted former Vice Director Li Yangu, bearer of the crimson fish tally, to recorder of the Court of the Imperial Stud. On the renyin day of the ninth month, an edict released former Vice Minister of War Sikong Tu, bearer of the purple-gold fish tally, to return to Mount Zhongtiao. Yangu and Sikong Tu were impeached together, though the demotion edicts came in sequence.)〉 Quanyi could no longer protect him and secretly asked Yang Shihou to take him in; Jingyi brought his clan to live as guests at Weizhou for years, and Shihou supported them generously.
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使使 使 使 使 滿 輿 使 退
In the twelfth year Zhuangzong pacified Hebei; when Shi Jiantang took Xinxing, Jingyi came to pay his respects. That year the emperor sent envoys to bring him to Weizhou, named him investigating officer of the northern capital with imperial commission, appointed him Minister of Works, and sent him as envoy to Wang Rong. Jingyi's distant ancestors came from Zhao; Wang Rong received him with the courtesy due a fellow townsman, sent his aide Li Zhu with three juan of the Zanhuang Collection, and had him visit the family tombs and steles of earlier generations. When the mission ended, Jingyi returned to duty at Taiyuan. The eunuch commander Zhang Chengye especially disliked descendants of Tang chief ministers and treated Jingyi harshly, sometimes humiliating him at public feasts or reciting Li Deyu's faults; Jingyi failed to prosper and died of grief and anger. In Tongguang year two he was posthumously honored as Right Vice Director. (Lost Texts of the History of the Five Dynasties: Sikong Tu, style name Biaosheng, said he was from Sizhou. He showed outstanding talent in youth and passed the jinshi examination at one sitting in the Xiantong reign. He loved literature, was impatient for advancement, rather vain and boastful, and upright gentlemen despised him for it. He first served in provincial staffs; once he reached court he rose swiftly through the most coveted offices. During Huang Chao's rebellion the court fled; Tu held his family's old estate on Mount Zhongtiao, famed for forest and spring. As Vice Director of Rites he took refuge there and passed his days in poetry and wine. With the realm in turmoil, scholars flocked to him and praised one another, and his fame spread far. When Emperor Zhaozong restored order, Tu was summoned to the capital as Vice Minister of Revenue. Tu, proud of his talent and scornful of the age, believed he should be chief minister; the powerful disliked him and checked his rise. Indignant, he pleaded illness and returned to Mount Zhongtiao. In correspondence he never used his titles, signing only as Master Who Knows His Faults or Recluse Who Endures Insult. His home lay on Zhenyi Stream; above the water he built a thatched hut called the Rest-Rest Pavilion and often wrote accounts of it himself. Your subject notes: Tu came from Yuxiang in Hezhong; as a youth he showed literary promise but won no praise at home. When Wang Ning left the Secretariat to become prefect of Jiang, Tu presented his writings and won Ning's warm admiration, and from that gained his name. Soon Ning entered the edict office, became Secretariat Drafter, and took charge of the civil examinations. He placed Tu at the head of the list. Before long Ning became surveillance commissioner of Xuanzhou and recruited Tu as an aide. After he crossed the Yangzi, the Censorate nominated him as investigating censor and the court issued a recall. Grateful to his patron, Tu could not bear to leave the staff; he failed to report within the hundred-day limit and was impeached by the Censorate, serving out his term as a detached official. Long afterward he was summoned as Vice Director of Rites and soon managed edicts; his collected works include the line, "Cherishing kindness I delayed my commission, was posted to Luoyang, and only after ten years reached the edict office—was that the conduct of a man restless for office?" The old histories omit these details, yet the facts run so far as this. Tu saw Tang government growing corrupt and eunuchs in power; knowing chaos must come, he resigned at once and returned to Mount Zhongtiao. He was soon summoned as Secretariat Drafter and offered the vice ministries of Rites and Revenue, but accepted none of them. When Zhaozong fled to the region below Mount Hua, Tu, living nearby, hurried to pay his respects, then declined and returned to the hills. His poem runs, "Sick at fifty-three, who pities the court attendant clutching his tablet?"—could that be ambition for the chief ministership! Wang Chongrong of Hezhong asked Tu to write a stele and paid him several thousand bolts of silk; Tu piled them in the Yuxiang market and let the townspeople take what they wished—it was all gone in a day. Bandits filled the land, yet none entered Wangguan Valley; scholars of Hezhong sheltered with Tu, and a great many were spared. When Zhaozong moved east, Tu was again summoned as Vice Minister of War to Luoyang; Liu Can blocked him, and after a single refusal he withdrew. When the Liang Founder took the throne, Tu was summoned as Minister of Rites; he declined on grounds of age and illness and died in his eighties. Your subject further notes: Liang ministers such as Jing Xiang, Li Zhen, Du Xiao, and Yang She were old Tang families who should have lived by loyalty; for three hundred years their houses had been enfeoffed and their sons had held command—yet in a day they submitted to Zhu Liang, and the worst praised regicide. Only Tu, through purity and integrity, withdrew from the world and never served the Liang Founder; the Liang History's harping on his small faults to obscure his great integrity is understandable.)〉
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Lu Rubi, (Xuanhe Calligraphy Catalogue: Rubi, style name Zixie; his grandfather Lun was famed for poetry in the Zhenyuan reign. His father Jianqiu was military commissioner of Hedong. Rubi studied hard in youth, disdained resting on his birth, devoted himself to the examinations, passed the jinshi, and won praise from contemporaries for his elegant prose.)〉 In Emperor Zhaozong's Jingfu reign he passed the jinshi and served in the Censorate and Secretariat. When Zhaozong moved the capital from Qin to Luoyang, Rubi was Director in the Bureau of Sacrifices and managed edicts. As the Liang Founder bullied the Tang court and destroyed the gentry, Rubi feared for his life, crossed the Yellow River, and from Shangdang made his way to Jinyang. When the Martial Emperor pacified Wang Xingyu, the emperor allowed him to commission ranks for his officers by imperial order. Stubborn regional lords then forged written commissions at will; the Martial Emperor disdained that practice and appointed all senior officers by formal memorial. When Zhuangzong succeeded to the Jin throne, he again gained Rubi, as if by fate; thereafter all appointments passed through Rubi's hands. Soon officials of the capital districts thronged his gate for examination and promotion, and he gained a reputation for taking bribes, which lowered him in gentlemen's eyes. When the emperor pacified Zhao and Wei, Rubi always sought audience to welcome him and expounded the Mandate of Heaven, looking earnestly for restoration; the emperor likewise expected to make him chief minister. He died at Jinyang before the founding of the dynasty. (Xuanhe Calligraphy Catalogue: posthumously honored as Minister of War.)〉
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Li Dexiu, whose style name was Biaoyi, came from Zanhuang in Zhao commandery. His grandfather Jiang was military commissioner of Shannan West Circuit and has a biography in the Tang histories. His father Zhang was surveillance commissioner of Xuanzhou. Dexiu passed the jinshi and served as salt-and-iron officer, magistrate of Weinan, Right Supplementation Censor, and attending censor. Early in Tianyou, with both capitals in chaos, he took refuge in Hebei; Wang Chuzhi of Dingzhou recruited him as an aide. When Zhuangzong took the throne at Weizhou, Dexiu was summoned as censor-in-chief, became vice ministers of War and Personnel, acted as Left Vice Director, and retired as Minister of Rites. He died at seventy-four. He was posthumously honored as Junior Mentor of the Heir Apparent.
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Su Xun's father Te was prefect of Chen. Xun passed the jinshi in the Xiantong reign and rose through the Censorate and Secretariat. Under Emperor Zhaozong he twice served as Minister of Rites. Xun was fawning by nature, skilled at compliance and accommodation, and eager for advancement. After Zhaozong moved to Luoyang, the Liang Founder's power grew daily; old Tang ministers nursed secret shame for their sovereign's humiliation, and sons of great families often refused office to avoid disaster—only Xun flattered every whim. When the Liang Founder suffered setbacks in Huainan and encamped at Shouchun, he pressed the young emperor to grant him the Nine Bestowals. When some courtiers debated the matter, Xun proclaimed aloud, "Prince Liang's achievements are manifest; the mandate has turned to him—the court should yield the throne at once. Court gentlemen then feared the Liang Founder like a tiger, and none dared contradict him. The next year the Liang Founder forced abdication; Xun served as deputy envoy for the enthronement rites. After receiving the Mandate, the Liang Founder feasted in the Hall of Primary Virtue and raised his cup: "I have aided the throne but briefly, and my house's virtue is not yet lofty; I stand here through your lords' promotion. Yang She and Zhang Wenwei, ashamed and afraid, could find no reply and only thanked him. Xun, Zhang Yi, and Xue Yiju thereupon lavishly praised the Liang Founder's virtue and the beauty of his accord with Heaven and the people. Xun, counting on his service in the enthronement rites, expected soon to become chief minister; but Jing Xiang detested him and told the Liang Founder, "The sacred reign is newly renewed—you should choose upright men to steady the manners of the age. Men like Xun lack the conduct of gentlemen; they are Tang's owls and bats, the fox-spirits of our age—men who sell the state for profit cannot build a renewed court."
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Xun's son Kai passed the jinshi in the second year of Qianning. An imperial eunuch reported to the throne, "This year's jinshi number more than twenty, and half won their degrees by luck—public opinion calls that unacceptable. Emperor Zhaozong ordered Academicians Lu Yi and Feng Wo to re-examine them in the Hall of Cloud Music; only fourteen passed. An edict declared, "Su Kai, Lu Geng, and four others wrote the meanest verse, piled redundancy upon redundancy, had no learning yet stole degrees, and stained the court's fairness—they are struck from the rolls and barred from the examination grounds forever. Kai nursed shame and resentment from this and long rejoiced in the state's misfortunes. After Zhaozong was murdered and Prince Hui succeeded, with the Zhu clan holding the mandate, Kai at last became Attendant of the Imperial Diary.
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Liu Can framed court ministers; the gentry trembled in silence, and none dared speak out. At first the Liang Founder wished to name Zhang Tingfan Minister of Ceremonies; Pei Shu opposed it. Liu Can, fearing the Founder's wrath, shifted blame onto Shu; thus Pei and Zhao suffered the massacre at Baima. Kai attached himself to Can and again relied on Tingfan. When the proper offices first fixed Zhaozong's posthumous title, Kai told Tingfan, "A posthumous name should reflect true conduct; to call the late emperor Zhaozong is a mismatch of name and reality. The Minister of Works oversees music; I hold a historian's post—when ritual law errs, how can I remain silent? He then memorialized: "Emperors govern the realm by discerning order from chaos and rise from fall; in sacrifice they match Heaven, relying on posthumous names to fix honor high or low. Therefore neither subject nor sovereign may treat this as a private matter. The late emperor was wise upon the throne and spread respectful frugality—who would dare conceal his virtues? Yet fortune did not turn, supreme principle remained blocked, the four quarters erupted in trouble, and the imperial carriage was driven into exile. First eunuch attendants ran wild and he suffered insult in the Eastern Inner Palace; in the end consorts rebelled and he met untimely death within the inner palace. In choosing a new name, one should follow and examine his conduct. The proper offices first fixed his posthumous title as Sagacious, Solemn, Illustrious, Cultured, Filial Emperor and his temple name as Zhaozong—a title so lavish it seems unlike honest record. The suburban sacrifice draws near and the collective ancestral rite is due; we must satisfy the former sages and deliberate anew the temple designation, that we may honor the late dynasty's virtue of self-reproach and display the present sovereign's impartial clarity." (Old Book of Tang: Su Kai could scarcely read; he could barely hold a brush—his essays were written by Luo Gun.)〉 Minister of Ceremonies Zhang Tingfan submitted: "Zhaozong at first showed true sagely virtue, but later his glory faded; Ji kept him captive and Maozhen seized the court—though ill fortune pressed him repeatedly, he also lost the Way from first to last. He abandoned the tombs in Chang'an, moved the people to Luoyang; scarcely a season passed before catastrophe struck within the palace. I have heard that firmness is called Gong, surviving disorder unharmed is Ling, martial effort uncompleted is Zhuang, meeting national hardship is Min, and merit through events is Xiang. I request the posthumous title Respectful, Spirited, Solemn, Sorrowful Emperor and the temple name Emperor Xiang. Prince Hui replied, "I reluctantly follow your submission; my grief is profound." Such was Kai's way of attaching himself to power and rejoicing in disaster.
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When the Liang Founder took the throne at Bian, Kai thought he had met a once-in-a-millennium chance; Jing Xiang despised his conduct. Soon an edict declared, "Su Kai, Gao Yixiu, Xiao Wenli, and others are base in talent and must not stain the court ranks—all are ordered home to their fields. Xun and Kai, disappointed in their hopes, feared punishment for past faults and withdrew to Hezhong to serve Zhu Youqian. As Zhuangzong prepared to take the throne at Weizhou, many offices stood empty; he sought men of the old Tang gentry, and Youqian sent Xun to the mobile headquarters. Zhang Chengye did not yet wish Zhuangzong to assume the throne; none of the generals or staff dared approve. When Xun arrived he entered the headquarters, saw the offices, and bowed at once—this was called bowing to the hall. The officers had not yet performed the court dance; at audience Xun cried "Long live the emperor," danced and clapped, wept, and declared himself a subject—Zhuangzong was delighted. The next day he presented thirty large brushes called "sun-painting brushes," and Zhuangzong was still more pleased. Chengye heard and was furious; when Lu Rubi died, he had Xun keep his old post and replace him as deputy envoy. The following spring Xun ate chilled honeyed snow, took cold, and died. In Tongguang year two he was posthumously honored as Left Vice Director, and Kai was named Vice Director. Under Tiancheng he served repeatedly in commissioners' staffs; when the authorities moved to prosecute him for rejecting Zhaozong's posthumous title, he died of shame and grief.
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The historiographer writes: When the Martial Emperor laid the foundations of hegemony and Zhuangzong opened the imperial enterprise, both sought scholars broadly to assist their great designs. These gentlemen, whether by nimble pen in letters and proclamations or by birth in old gentry families, all rose to high office—and rightly so! Only Su Xun praised the Liang Founder's forced abdication and Su Kai rejected Zhaozong's posthumous title—can scholarly integrity and ministerial duty sink so low! They are jackals and wolves in the grove of letters, thorns in the forest of scholars.
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