Tao Dalin was silent for a moment.

After a while, he shook his head: "Your Majesty...it's quite good."

Zhu Yijun looked at Tao Dalin, waiting for his explanation.

Tao Dalin didn't know whether he had lost his scruples before his death or was already drowsy. He slowly opened his mouth to explain: "Your Majesty, my grandfather Tao Xie was the minister of the Ministry of War."

"While serving Emperor Wuzong, he was slandered by Liu Jin, labeled a traitor, ordered to jail for Emperor Wuzong, twice given the imperial staff, and denounced as a member of the people."

"When Sejong resumed his official position, he encountered a fire in the palace. He was suspected by Sejong, so he returned from Chen's official post."

"My brother Tao Dashun, from the rank of right deputy to the imperial censor, is the governor of Guangxi. He has fulfilled his duties and brought stability to the country."

"While serving the late emperor, I was framed and lost money. I had no choice but to make up for it with my family assets, but I was still dismissed."

Tao Dalin rambled on about what happened to his father and brother.

Finally he sighed: "Your Majesty, I am not dissatisfied with anyone, I am just afraid."

The official career is not easy.

The ceremonial officer was jealous, the emperor was suspicious, and his colleagues framed him. It was only luck that his father and brother did not die immediately.

Especially after he became a Jinshi in junior high school, he was young and ignorant, and was almost involved in the major impeachment case of Yan Song by Wu Shilai.

From then on, he walked on thin ice and was cautious.

I don't dare to make friends or do anything, for fear that I will never recover.

Don't look at the emperor, everything is fine now.

When Sejong first came to the throne, he was different from his grandfather, who was polite and virtuous, and spoke softly?

In a family of officials, the ups and downs experienced by the ancestors are all witnessed.

That's why he was told to be "calm and resolute, taciturn and smiling". He didn't dare to accept the troubles thrown by the emperor, and just wanted to be stable in his official career.

After Zhu Yijun listened to Tao Dalin's words, he didn't know how to respond.

As a minister, obviously you should not say such things in front of the emperor. Tao Dalin must be going through life and is a little confused.

Thinking in his mind, Zhu Yijun didn't make any further comments, but just nodded: "I understand."

It is difficult for the king and his ministers to get along with each other, especially when there is both ability and willingness.

If you want to unite these courtiers, it will be the same as recruiting soldiers. That is impossible.

Isn't it possible that Tao Dalin's situation is not the true mentality of some court officials today?

Therefore, Zhu Yijun did not get angry and scold him, but simply said that he understood.

Tao Dalin was in a daze: "What posthumous title will your Majesty give me?"

The posthumous title was originally chosen by the Ministry of Rites, but his obituary was written by the emperor himself, so obviously he would not let go of the posthumous title.

Zhu Yijun stood up from the edge of the bed: "I haven't decided yet. I am hesitating between Wenbi, Wensi, and Wenxun."

Historically, Tao Dalin's posthumous title was Wenxi.

In "The Compilation of Posthumous Annals of the Ming Dynasty", "Be cautious and fearful" is Xi.

In "Yi Zhou Shu·Posthumous Law Interpretation", there is a mention of "Xi".

This is not a good posthumous title.

Zhu Yijun also wanted to save some face for his Donggong Riguan, so he personally selected three posthumous titles that he liked.

After hearing the three posthumous titles given by the emperor, Tao Dalin felt as if he was having a flashback, and his face suddenly turned red.

He grabbed the edge of the bed and spoke with difficulty, and seemed hoarse: "To make up for past mistakes is called regret; to regret past mistakes is called thinking."

"Is Your Majesty annoyed that my corpse is a vegetarian?"

Peng Hua, a cabinet minister during the Chenghua period, formed a party with his fellow villagers Deng Changen and Lizi Province to seek personal gain and suppressed his colleagues. Afterwards, he regretted his mistakes and was given the posthumous title Wensi.

Zhu Yijun shook his head seriously: "I don't blame you. If a court official had the nature of a teacher, I would laugh out of my dreams."

If you have integrity, it is enough to do your job well.

It is impossible to expect everyone to want to make progress and circle around the emperor.

He thought about it for a moment and said slowly: "I suddenly realized that people are very kind. I just think that after the teacher took charge of the Imperial College, he did better than before."

Although Tao Dalin did not take the initiative, it must be said that the influence was subtle.

After Zhu Yijun came to the throne, he was always much more dedicated than before.

The blush on Tao Dalin's face subsided and he murmured: "No wonder he is put together with Wenbi."

Zhu Yijun nodded: "Choose the good and follow the example. Compared with before, after I came to the throne, the teacher has done a very good job in his job."

"If the teacher feels that the first two posthumous titles are inappropriate, then the posthumous title Wen will be better."

Whether a posthumous title is good or bad depends on the precedents of predecessors.

Since Tao Dalin was concerned that Peng Hua used Wensi in a bad way, it would be better to choose Wenbi - the latter had not been used in the imperial dynasty.

As for choosing the good and following it...it refers not only to my job, but also to him, Zhu Yijun.

This is the preferential treatment given to officials in the East Palace.

"As long as you are the emperor, the emperor can do better and better than me..." Tao Dalin's voice became smaller and smaller, "The talent is first-class, the power is first-class, the character is first-class, and even the academics are first-class."

Tao Dalin slowly closed his eyes and said in a voice as quiet as a mosquito: "When you were in Qing Palace, your qualifications were mediocre, and I couldn't help but feel disgusted when I gave you lessons. Who would have thought that you were so precocious that you actually learned to hide your clumsiness at that time."

"It was just hiding then, but I am still hiding now. After I took charge of the Imperial College, I often interacted with Li Zhi. You can't hide it from me... I'm afraid you have accumulated a lot of masters now."

"I also want to see how you are going to deal with Wang Ji and others in three days. It's a pity for me...it's a pity for me..."

Halfway through.

The body Tao Dalin was leaning on suddenly softened, and he fell directly out of the bed, about to fall to the ground.

Zhu Yijun, with quick eyes and quick hands, held him up.

He reached out and touched Tao Dalin's nose, then sighed, immediately laid him down on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and then turned around and left.

Zhu Yijun opened the door, and everyone hurriedly came to greet him.

He shook his head: "Tao Qing is gone."

Zhu Yijun said it very lightly, but there was no lack of emotion in his heart.

Especially, the death of such an old man made him a little panicked.

However, that's all.

Tao Dalin's family members burst into tears when they heard this.

When all the ministers saw this, they were all disappointed.

Zhu Yijun's mind was racing with thoughts, and he looked at Ma Ziqiang: "Tao Qing taught, read, served, and educated the world. All the credit is due."

"Yin Yizi was appointed as the imperial eunuch, and he was given Chaobumi, special permission for burial, and was given as a gift to the Minister of Rites. He was given the posthumous title... Wenbi."

As soon as the emperor finished speaking, Ma Ziqiang was a little surprised: "Wenbi?"

Choosing the good and following it is a good posthumous title, at least better than the Wen Xi discussed within their Ministry of Rites.

He hesitated for a moment: "Your Majesty, would you like to let the Ministry of Rites examine it first..."

The wording of the obituary is just that, and outsiders don’t pay much attention to it.

Posthumous titles are different.

This should be written on the epitaph and passed down for eternity.

How could the emperor decide matters that he had different opinions from the Ministry of Rites?

It is the law for civil servants to give posthumous titles to emperors. Why did Tiangang ask the emperor to give posthumous titles to his officials?

Even if he didn't care about Ma Ziqiang, he was not the only one in the Ministry of Rites.

Zhu Yijun heard this and nodded: "Then Ma Qing will discuss the results I want. Don't delay me in casting a stele for Tao Qing's portrait."

Ma Ziqiang hesitated and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Is the Ministry of Etiquette run by my family? Do we do these things every day?

On the side, Zhu Dashou, the left minister of the Ministry of Rites, caught the second half of the emperor's sentence and subconsciously asked: "Is the portrait a monument?"

He was not dissatisfied with the posthumous title chosen by the emperor.

Tao Dalin was his relative, and he wanted to give Tao Dalin a good posthumous title. Now that the emperor had said this, he was happy to see it come to pass.

Zhu Yijun showed a hint of sadness: "I drive talents and treat people with sincerity. Now that the Chinese Renaissance is not half over, Tao Qing has passed away suddenly. I can't help but feel sad and emotional."

"I just happen to have some spare money in my internal funds, so I will build a palace, hang paintings and cast monuments to commemorate my memory."

Spending thousands of gold to buy horse bones, Tao Da also took advantage of the opportunity before his death.

The merit is not obvious, but it is suitable for expressing one's position. If you are squeezed into the back position, I am afraid that there will not be such a good opportunity.

As soon as these words came out, all the officials present in the Ministry of Rites were shocked and looked at each other.
To be continued...